Reader is implied to have medical knowledge/works at Bubu Pharmacy. Also, Yelan is a flirty little shit.
A/N: Wrote this when I did those "caring for Beidou/Ningguang" requests.
"You do realize I could just as easily dry myself with my Vision, right?"
Yelan sits at the edge of the tub in her favorite blue robe; freshly bathed and smelling of the orchids in her shampoo. You're at her side, gently patting wet strands of dark cobalt hair dry with a towel. An incense burns near the sink, releasing a calming scent in the air that mixes with the orchids. The relaxed atmosphere along with your repeated motions has you staring without focus, and you hum absent-mindedly in reply.
Yet, when Yelan starts to raise her hand, you don't miss the glow from the corner of your eye — her Vision near the sink — and you swiftly catch her wrist in motion. Before she can continue and retaliate, you lean down to distract her with a kiss.
She yelps against your lips — not a squeak, Yelan does not squeak — but then tries to chase you when you back away again.
"Don't you dare," you scold, releasing her wrist to tap her nose once. With the gesture, it lacks a certain bite to be all too serious, and she actually fakes a pout at you. Still, she doesn't bother to try and hide the glimmer of mirth in her emerald eyes. You know from experience she enjoys testing your limits; to see how far she can take her reckless nature until your patience snaps.
But, then Yelan turns her head to let you continue; it seems she's in a merciful mood today. As she should be, after the amount of effort you'd put into stitching her unraveling body together the past hour — literally AND figuratively. That's how long it had taken to scrub the gunk of the Chasm off her, to clean the numerous new wounds and bruises marking her skin.
She's lucky you're used to it by now, used to all of it, even her odd enjoyment of the sharp pains of treatment. Years ago, when Baizhu asked to assist her in his stead, you raised an eyebrow at the woman; smiling, bleeding through her makeshift bandages and most puzzling of all, asking for no sedatives. She told you about her clumsy fall: Then of her little kitchen mishap the next time she showed up needing stitches. Lying through her teeth, obviously. But it's not your job to judge your patients. After a while, she stopped going to the Pharmacy and headed straight to you, instead. It's easier, she said. You'd let her crash on your couch for the night, right?
Your couch turned into your bed, and here you are; drying the woman's hair as if she's a goddess to be worshipped. Your goddess, to be precise. And she knows it.
"Haven't you spoiled me enough?" Yelan asks once you’ve deemed her hair dry enough to apply some rehydrating oils — washing it thrice to get it clean wasn't super healthy, and you hope the oil negates that. She tilts her head back to look at you, those short, dark blue tresses escaping your loose grasp. You snort. Now that's a trick question. Another wave of fondness washes over you, and you lean in to press another kiss on her wet hair.
"Never enough, love."
She hums. After wiping the residual oil onto a towel, you offer your hand to help her stand and guide her to the bedroom. Rather than offer her any clothes, you gesture for her to get on the bed and search the nightstand for a bottle of body lotion.
"Oh? Are we going to have some fun?" Yelan asks, in that low, sultry voice that never fails to send a shudder down your spine. Bottle in hand, you throw the nightstand's door closed and look at her. Her robe is half undone, barely covering her chest as she sits on the bed with her bare legs folded beneath herself. She even has the gall to bite her lower lip — complete with a coquettish smile — and you almost abandon your plan and give in. Almost.
But there's a certain exhaustion in her half-lidded gaze you cannot ignore.
You shake your head, then the bottle at her and point at the bed. "Lay your ass down and get your mind out of the gutter," you say in the most commanding voice you can, even though there's a slight tremble in it due to the beautiful sight. She obviously notices and chuckles, but does as you say. The bed dips a bit under your weight as you settle down, and carefully help her remove her robe.
Yelan lays on her stomach, arms folded and supporting her head as she watches you silently. Her cheek is squished against her forearm, but that doesn't stop the subtle smirk on her lips. She only stops staring at you once you give her a look, and she rolls her eyes.
“Spoilsport,” she says, grumbles into the crook of her elbow as she burrows her face into her arms instead. You hum, lotion warmed between your hands, and start the process of unwinding the tense muscles of her shoulders.
As you make your way down the length of her spine — avoiding the blooming bruise at the top of her hip — the exhaustion finally catches up to her. Beneath the touch of your hands, and within the safety of your presence, Yelan falls into a restful sleep.
okay, this is the first request i've ever done on tumblr. (horrified)
could i request some yelan, ei, shenhe, (& i'm not sure if you are currently taking hsr, but) hanya and natasha? with a shy and quiet fem! reader, who's also much shorter than them.
i have two ideas, just in case the first one isn't something you'd write for.
they discover that reader would really like to become a mother with them, but hasn't brought it up because she knows it's impossible. maybe they see her journal left open, or maybe she accidentally left a tab open on her computer.
they plan an adorable picnic for reader. they sent her out of the house so they could prepare everything, or maybe they did it overnight. (maybe fem! reader has been sad lately, so they do this to cheer her up, and it works) they get a nice and plushy picnic blanket, a cute basket adorned in lace, and adorable sandwiches and snacks and fruits, accompanied with some wine?
you totally don't have to do either, but it'd make my day !! <33
𝑷𝒊𝒄𝒏𝒊𝒄<𝟑
𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔: 𝒀𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏, 𝑬𝒊, 𝑺𝒉𝒆𝒏𝒉𝒆, 𝑯𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒂 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑵𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒂
𝑭𝒆𝒎! 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓
𝒀𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏
You had gotten hurt on a commission recently; you were going to be okay, but your injury had left you bedridden for a while and you were going to be bedridden for a few more weeks at least and your girlfriend Yelan felt awful for you. She wanted to do something for you. One day when Yelan was out doing some commissions she saw a young couple having a picnic outside and she got the idea to have a little picnic at home with you since you couldn't get out of bed. She picked up some wine and some food in Liyue and she made sure to get some of your favorite dishes and she brought the food home. "I'm home dear!" She said as she came into your shared bedroom.
She had a basket in her hand and a blanket in the other. She sat next to you in bed and placed the blanket over you. She set the plates and food up. You were confused about what she was doing. "Yelan, what are you doing?" you asked curiously. "I felt bad we haven't been able to do anything together recently, so I wanted to set up a picnic in bed" She explained pouring you a glass of wine. You smiled and laid on her shoulder as she got everything set up. It didn't take long for her to get it set up and once she did you raised your head from her shoulder, and she smiles at you "Alright, dear everything's ready we can eat now"
𝑬𝒊
Ei noticed you had been extremely stressed out recently with work. Ei wanted to do something for you, but she wasn't sure what. She asked Miko what she should do and Miko suggested a picnic. Ei went home that day, and she spent all night preparing things for the picnic while you were asleep. She made sure to follow the recipes very carefully while she made the good since she's not good at cooking. They weren't perfect but she was proud of how they came out. You woke up that next morning to your girlfriend finishing setting things up.
"Morning, Ei" you said rubbing your eyes as you walk into the kitchen. She smiles and turns around "Morning, love come on I have something planned for us" she said softly. You nodded and got ready, and she took you to a secluded area in Inazuma. She set up all the food she had prepared for you and her. The sun was still rising so the both of you had a beautiful view of the sunrise while you ate. You laid on her shoulder as you both watched the sunrise and ate the food she had prepared. "I love you, Ei" you said in-between bites of your food. "I love you too, more than anything"
𝑺𝒉𝒆𝒏𝒉𝒆
Your girlfriend didn't know much about relationships and how to comfort people. So, when she noticed that you had been feeling down recently, she had no idea what to do or how to help. She ended up asking Xianyun for help. "My girlfriend has been really down recently, and I want to do something special to make her feel better..."
Xianyun gave her the idea to make some food and take her on a picnic. Shenhe doesn't know much about the food you eat either since she grew up in the mountains, so Xianyun shared some recipes with her as well. You were out on some commissions, so she had all day to finish making the food. You got home around sunset, and she had just finished preparing everything. "Y/n, perfect timing come with me" she said gently taking your hand and grabbing the picnic basket. And right back out the door you went. She took you to a private spot in Liyue and she set everything up. "Is this what a normal picnic looks like?" she asks as she finishes setting everything up. You laugh slightly and nod "Yes, Shenhe you did a great job"
𝑯𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒂
She had been quite busy with her work recently and she hadn't had a lot of time for you, and she felt terrible about it, so she wanted to plan something special for you. She got the idea to take you on a picnic so she picked a day when she knew you wouldn't be home. You were out with some of your friends that day so as soon as you kissed her goodbye and left, she got to work.
She spent all day making food for you and her so she could take you on a picnic later that evening. She finished about an hour or so before you got home so when you got home, she immediately went to greet you at the door. "Welcome home, love come with me I have a surprise for you" she said. She grabbed the picnic basket and led you to an area that was private and where the two of you would be uninterrupted "I know I've been busy recently and I hope this makes up for everything"
𝑵𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒂
Your birthday was coming up and your girlfriend wanted to plan something special for you. She asked a few of your friends what they thought she should do, and she came up with the idea to set up a picnic for you. One morning she woke up extra early so she could set everything up and it didn't take her long to get everything set up it took her about three or so hours, you hadn't even woken up yet.
When you woke up and walked into the kitchen, she greeted you with a hug and a kiss. "Happy birthday, Dear! I have something planned for us, come on let's go" she said happily. You quickly got ready, and she took you to a cliff nearby where you could have a view of everything as you two eat. "I hope you like it, love" she said as she finished setting everything up. "I love it, Natasha thank you"
☆ feat. | lumine, zhongli, lyney, lynette, yelan and kunikuzushi
☆ summary | they help you when you're in trouble.
☆ a/n | a lumine for lumiconic. and a country skewer too. this is so not ok. i'm so sorry if lyney/lynette/anyone is ooc!
lumine |
lumine hadn't expected to see anyone at all, much less you. you were somewhat of a subject of interest to her; she wasn't quite sure what you did, and yet she hated you, or at least she told herself she did. she had headed out with the intent of soaking up the cool air before the morning came and the sun sweltered down again, but instead she'd run into you.
she's so focused on your face, at first--the frozen expression of terror as you scrabble uselessly at the drainpipe attached to your house, the way your lips look as you whisper, "back! get back, oh my archons! get back!"--that she doesn't realize what, exactly, you're sending back, and then she looks down. she has to blink a couple of times; are you really scared of cats?
you glance up at her as she makes her way closer, flashing her a pained smile. "thank archons you're here, lumine, seriously. i really can't manage all of these things by myself." her name in your voice sends a spark through her veins, but she ignores it and rolls her eyes at you.
"huh, yn, i thought you were so brave? scared off by a couple of cats, are we?" she bends over to grab one around its waist. it mews plaintively at her as she strokes its head, and your eyes flicker to her hands and make their way to her lips. "i guess you aren't so much the brave knight that you let everyone believe you are?" she glances up at you, at the scarlet blush across your cheeks, and wants to drop the cats and give you a kiss.
"i'm just- i can handle everything else, but not cats," you protest, nudging one away with your foot. she bites her tongue. it's so cute. everything about you is endearing, but she can't say it. oh, archons, what a struggle this is. "can you really handle everything else, though?" she prods at you, nudging a rather insistent gray cat away with her boot.
you look at her with furrowed brows, stepping forward as the cats in your path clear away. "lumine, do you hate me?" you ask her, so sincerely, so nonchalantly, almost as if you don't care what her answer will be either way.
she starts, then stops. she looks at your cheekbone, your right eyebrow, your lips. she glances down at your hands, at her feet, anywhere but your eyes. "yes," she says to the ground.
"huh," you respond, squinting at her. she finally drags her gaze upwards, and your eyes sparkle with amusement. "because it doesn't seem like you do. in fact, it sort of seems like the opposite." and you walk down the pathway towards the gates of mondstadt with a newly acquired pep in your step, leaving her absolutely blindsided and spluttering.
kunikuzushi |
kuni goes explicitly out of his way to avoid bumping into you, so really, he doesn't know why he stops when he sees you almost in tears at a food stall. he hovers behind you for what seems like an eternity, debating tapping you on the shoulder and asking what's wrong. he studies the back of your head and your neck, the slump of your shoulders wonders if he's acting like a creep. the vendor behind the stall has his back to the both of you, busily prepping something that smells absolutely exquisite.
you step back a bit while he's lost in his thoughts and step on his foot--and jump about a foot in the air. "oh, archons!" you exclaim, turning around. "i'm so sorry, kuni. i didn't realize you were there."
his face feels absurdly hot under your direct gaze, and he stutters out something along the lines of oh, it's okay. archons, it's like he's stupid when you're standing in front of him. why did he stop? why didn't he just keep walking? now he's going to be late, and you're still smiling at him, looking insufferably beautiful despite crying your eyes out a moment earlier.
he realizes he'd looked down at your feet, almost instinctively, and slowly drags his gaze upwards to meet your eyes. your eyes, which are perfectly ordinary, perhaps, but they send something through his veins, and they're so arresting, maybe he could drown in them? could he? your eyes, which reflect the stars, but there aren't any, because it's the middle of the day? maybe he's hallucinating, he tells himself.
you smile at him, and he's prepared to do anything you ask him to--honestly, why is he still here? you seem fine, he could probably move on, he thinks, but before he can, the vendor places something down in front of you.
"160 mora," the man tells you, and your brows draw together anxiously as you rummage through your purse. you pull out a handful of coins that jingle against each other in the palm of your hand, and the whole while, kuni watches your face. he watches the way your shoulders tense and the cords on your neck stand out as you swallow, and the way you blink rapidly but a tear slips out anyway. your eyebrows stay scrunched, and he can't resist the urge to pull out his own coin purse and wordlessly set down 160 mora.
you whip your head around to look at him, protesting wildly, but he flashes you a pained smile and tries not to look at your eyes as he steps back. "consider it my treat," he tells you, forcing the words out from his throat, wondering why you have such an impossible hold on him.
as he walks away, he replays the entire exchange in his head and vows to never stop for you again.
yelan |
yelan regrets telling you that you can call her for help whenever, because now your cat's stuck in a tree and she's standing at the base, looking up at it, feeling immensely foolish. you're looking at her, though, and whenever you do that, her heart pounds so hard she's worried it'll leap out of her chest. she's seized by the undeniable urge to leap into the tree and fish your wretched cat out, if only you'll keep looking at her like that.
"please, yelan," you beg her, your face the epitome of pleading. she stares at you for a few seconds longer; in her mind, she's tracing your eyebrows and cheekbones and also your lips, oh archons, your lips. she can feel the heat rising to her cheeks and neck, and she's positive she's red, so she clears her throat and steps towards the tree.
she doesn't do romance, she doesn't do daydreaming about you, and she certainly should not be helping you wrangle your beast of a cat out of this tree, but unfortunately, here she is. you cheer her on as she turns a deeper shade of beet red, climbing up the tree in a way that she never had imagined she would ever do; climbing as though her life depends on it.
she finally reaches a branch that she can comfortably sit on, and realizes, to her horror, that she's out of breath. she leans over and rests her forehead against her knees and wills her breath to slow down so that she doesn't seem so desperately out of shape that you regret having asked her for help. when she looks down at you, you're staring back at her with an intensity in your eyes that makes her blush. "are you okay?" you call, voice threaded with concern. "do you want me to come up there?"
does she want you to come up here indeed. archons, she would kill for you up here. unfortunately, who knows what would happen if you came up here. so she shakes her head and continues upwards, craning her neck to impossible angles to search for your fool of a feline.
zhongli |
zhongli doesn't pine after strangers (albeit a stranger with whom he's gotten rather close over the past few months) and he certainly doesn't stop to help many others. but for some reason, he's spent the evening chasing your dog around your house because you had cornered him earlier when he had been on his ritual walk. your closeness, combined with your hand on his (why did you always feel the urge to touch people in some way or another when you were talking to them?) had dried up all of the words on his tongue, but you had looked at him expectantly and he had nodded. nodded. he doesn't even like dogs.
now, he sits on the ground and tries in vain to coax the dog over (mora, its name was; what a stupid name) but it's set on ignoring him. "come here," he tries. "here! come here!" and then he realizes he's switched to the baby voice you often use on mora and has to glance over his shoulder to make sure no one's watching.
he inhales and leans back against the couch he's sitting in front of, staring at the darkening sky outside and wondering what it is you're up to. perhaps a dinner? when you'd let him in earlier, you'd been all dressed up; hair pinned up and your face bright and glowy. you'd smelled like glazelilies, and he had sputtered out agreements while trying not to look you directly in the eyes. briefly, he wonders who you would go to dinner with--and then banishes the thought from his mind.
mora ambles over to him and settles in his lap, but for once, he finds he doesn't mind. he strokes the dog's head and sighs, finally feeling at ease. "oh, aren't you a little nugget of gold? oh, yes you are. yes you are. yes you are." he's so wrapped up in the dog that he doesn't hear the door open and you come in until you're standing directly in front of him, your shoes dangling from your hand. "enjoying ourselves, are we, zhongli?"
lyney |
lyney has taken a liking to you, as much as he tries to pretend it's just platonic. he follows you around, brushing off your complaints of lyney, please! i need to work! instead choosing to focus on the fact that him being around distracts you from your work. so when he stumbles upon you in tears on the ground, of course he sits down beside you.
you scrub your face with your fists, burying your head in your knees as lyney pats your back awkwardly, unsure of what to do. "yn...?" he finally asks. "are you... are you okay?"
"yeah," you squeeze out. "yeah, i'm fine." you blink up at the sky, trying to stop the pressure of tears from making their way out. "i had been working on these documents for a week, and i tripped over the bridge." you gesture weakly in the general direction of the bridge. "and now they're all... gone. down there. in the water."
he digs around in his pocket, searching desperately for a handkerchief. he had one yesterday, when he was practicing his magic tricks... where is it? where is anything when he needs it? blowing out a frustrated breath that rustles the hair on his forehead, he hands you some fake flowers. "do you want me to go get them?"
you laugh, the sound shaky and tear-filled. "thanks, lyney." you set the flowers by your feet and lean against him. "no, no, please don't. seriously, i don't want you--"
he leaps up, his cape flying out behind him. crossing one foot behind the other, he bows, tearing off his hat. a stray dove soars free, flapping erratically. "anything for you, ma cherie," he says, flashing you a wink. he trots off towards the bridge, his heels clacking against the pavement, heart racing.
you stare after him, unable to stop the laugh from bubbling up in your chest. you wipe your eyes and make your way down after him, calling his name. "no, yn!" he shouts valiantly, looking over his shoulder. "you sit down! and rest! i'll get them for you! i'll get--" and he trips over the bridge, splashing into the water below.
you lunge for the railing, scanning the bubbles worriedly. "lyney!" you yell, debating leaping in after him. "lyney, can you hear me? lyney, if you can hear me, come back! lyney, come back!"
he pops up with a sputter, his hat sodden and filled with--are those your documents? his hair sticks to your forehead, giving him a look akin to a rat, but he flashes you a smile so brilliant it sends your heart galloping again. "for you, ma cherie! for you!"
lynette |
lynette ignores all of your attempts to woo her, despite the fact that they get her heart fluttering. you bring her romaritime flowers every tuesday, garlic baguette on thursdays. she thanks you cordially for these gifts, and then spends an hour writing thank-you letters that she never sends.
lynette tries to avoid you, even adding five minutes to her journeys across the city when she sees you. not because she hates you, but because simply being around you sends her into hysterics. (in her head.) she's flustered, she's red, and you're standing in front of her right now, offering a handful of berries. why, oh why, oh why hadn't she just cut behind the houses? now she's cornered, trying hard not to lose her composure. she closes her eyes and opens them, and you're still there, smiling at her, holding those berries.
"thanks," she mutters, reaching for them. you yank them out of reach and tsk. "you can't have them until you help me with this one thing! just this one, i promise."
she crosses her arms firmly over her chest, because oh my archons, your smile has her fully disarmed. "what is it?"
you clap, beaming. "i knew you'd say yes! i knew it!"
she interrupts you. "no, no, i haven't said yes yet. just tell me what it is."
"okay, okay! okay, you need to help me put up these posters." from seemingly nowhere, you wrench out a stack of crisp thick sheets--all with "REWARD: 5000 MORA. LOST CAT!" printed on them in big, alarming letters. she takes one, her brow furrowing.
"is your cat... lost?" she asks, glancing up at you.
you nod, sighing. "he's been gone since this morning. he's not an outdoor cat, you see. he's just so clingy, and it's not like him to be like this...." you trail off, clearing your throat. "you don't have to help me look for him, but could you please help me put up these posters?"
lynette shifts from foot to foot. she's got loads of work to do with lyney, but also... you're looking at her so plaintively, concern written so clearly in your eyes, that, she feels, to say no would be similar to murdering an animal. a baby animal.
"fine," she huffs, and you grab her hand. "thank you, lynette! thank you, thank you. i'll make it worthwhile, i promise!"
you let go and spin around, heading down the path, but she's frozen, her hand ice-cold and red-hot all at once. "lynette," you call over your shoulder. "are you coming?"
she shakes her head, trying to clear her feelings like cobwebs, and dashes after you.
four hours later, the sun's setting and everything is bathed in a golden glow, almost as though you're a statue. you're spent; exhaustion pools in dark circles under your normally-alight eyes. her legs ache and her fingers hurt from plastering posters on walls. "oh, my poor baguette," you complain, sitting down against a tree.
she can't stifle a chuckle. "you named your cat baguette?"
you look at her indignantly. "she's very long and very brown. it seemed fitting!"
this strikes lynette as the funniest thing she's ever heard, and she laughs until tears run down her face. her ribs ache and her stomach aches, but it's worth it for the look of bemused adoration on your face.
something brushes against her leg and she jumps, shrieking. your grin stretches ear-to-ear, literally, and you dive for the barrel she's sitting on. "baguette!" you yelp, cradling the cat in your arms. "oh, my gosh, baguette!"
the sun vanishes behind the clouds, and they glow from the inside. almost like you, she thinks. it's a picture-perfect scene, an indignant baguette pinned between you and her, one of your arms wrapped around her shoulders as you kiss her cheek. she never wants to leave.
she teases you a lot simply just to see your reaction. her heart swells when you get all flustered and trip on your words. but she especially likes it when she slips her hands around your waist from behind. her hands trailing over your skin that's covered by her shirt.
her hands travel down to your hips which are clad in nothing but underwear. she'll dip the tips of her fingers beneath the fabric while her lips ghost over your neck, leaving marks in their wake.
ABYSS MAGE // YELAN
⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔
you were on your way to liyue to visit an old friend. but unfortunately, the weather decided to go against you today and it started storming violently. the thunder was loud and the lighting was almost blinding. you spot an inn in the distance and made your way there, but your luck took another bad turn when you were suddenly surrounded by hilichruils. you wield an electro vision, so it wasn't hard for you to fight them off, that was– until an electro abyss mage appeared.
"shit..." you mumbled out and gripped your sword tighter. the abyss mage was preparing to cast its electro circle when suddenly, a flash of blue appeared and killed the abyss mage through its shield. you blinked a few times, trying to process what happened since you've never seen anything like that happening. when your shock subsides, you see a tall woman with short, black hair fading to blue. her clothes looked fancy and her coat was staying on her shoulders despite how much she moved around.
the unknown woman puts her bow away and faces you, "you alright?" you blushed slightly as you saw just how stunning she was. her make up was well done and her eyes were a captivating, teal color. you try to say something, but your words were caught in your throat at how stunned you were. you stood up, still casting your gaze to the ground.
"too shy to look at me hm?" you could hear footsteps coming closer to you and you look up to see that her face was inches from yours. your face reddens even more and you back away slightly, "uhm thank you for saving me but...who are you?" she pulls away and when she looks down at you, you realize how much taller she was than you. "my name isn't important but– if you must know, its Yelan." she smiles and gives you a wink before turning invisible, leaving you wanting to know her more.
it was a few days since you met yelan ,and you got to liyue safe and sound thanks to her. you wanted to find her and give her a small thank you gift, so you asked around. people mostly said that she was a mysterious figure and that she worked for ningguang. you were taking a walk and spotted familiar, blue hair.
"yelan!" you called out and she turned to look at you, "oh, its you." she looks you up and down and smiles. "you never told me your name." you let out a small 'oh!' and blushed in embarassment, "my name's y/n." she nods and takes a lock of your hair, twirling it around her finger. "beautiful name for an equally beautiful lady." you look down, trying to hide your blush, "thank you..." yelan chuckles and lifts your chin up. "don't hide your face. its an amazing view, did you know that?" your face was as red as a tomato at this point and you were a stuttering mess. yelan chuckles in amusement and runs a finger along your cheek.
"y'know, we should go out some time." your eyes widen in surprise, "we barley know anything about each other though..." "that's the point...to know each other more." you were trying to say something but nothing came out. yelan took that as a 'yes' and turns away, "great. I'll see you tomorrow at the nearby teahouse." yelan walks away and you were left speechless, and confused at what just happened.
⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔
Anon that did the Fatui request. Can we get some post injury fluff? If not, I understand
Post-injury fluff with Yelan and Sara
A/N: Hello! I decided to go for a short drabble with the characters you requested before. Hope you enjoy!
GN reader.
Kujou Sara
Despite their low intellect, Hilichurls can fight quite well using only their instincts. Your head can attest to that after today’s events. When you were out with Sara, you two got jumped by some of the monsters, and you received a beautiful (and quite painful) bonk with a mace, straight to your skull. Sara had to carry your unconscious frame home, but you woke up by the time she opened her first aid kit to help you. For some reason, she decided the best way to go about it would be to bandage you up while sitting on your lap. It was… quite distracting to say the least.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be done in a minute.”
“Oh, I’m not complaining. I’m not complaining at all, in fact.”
Sara frowns, and rolls her eyes.
“Ugh. Does it hurt anywhere else, Y/N?”
“Don’t you worry your pretty little head, Sara. I’m fine. Having such a beautiful woman tending to my wounds is the best medicine I could take. Dulls all feeling, maybe except in t-... “
A wing smack to the head from the red-faced Sara cuts you off.
“Oh you… Ugh, there’s only one thing on your mind, isn’t there?!”
Yelan
“Stay still.”
Yelan pushes the needle through your forehead again and pulls, putting the stitch in place. You wince as she repeats the process. The Fatui’s bullet grazed your head, leaving a large and bloody gash on the temple. It wasn’t severe, though. Your girlfriend could patch it up herself no problem, and she was doing that now. You looked at her focused face, and smiled.
“You’re so cute when you’re focused, you know?” you tease.
“And I’d rather stay focused. This needle is moving quite close to your eyes after all. Would be a real shame if you distracted me enough to make my hand slip…”
You sigh. “Alright, alright.”
Yelan continues her work, now tightening and cutting off any excess wire. She then sprays the wound with some antiseptic fluid, and places a fresh bandaid over it. When she’s done, she notices your frown. Her hand travels to your cheek.
“Did that hurt, sweetheart?”
“Well, yeah. Quite a lot, actually.”
“Oh… will a kiss from mommy Yelan help with the pain?” She coos.
“I don’t think I’ll survive without it. I’m barely clinging to consciousness over here!”
You both laugh. You close your eyes, waiting for a kiss on your temple.
Imagine the surprise when your girlfriend goes for your lips instead.
✧ ─ characters: beidou, yelan, ningguang (separated)
✧ ─ warnings: romance/fluff, non-implied n/sfw, gender neutral reader, uses of pet names, mentions of alcohol (beidou), mentions of gambling (yelan)
✧ ─ minors/ageless blogs dni
the sea breeze grazed your cheek gently. lantern rite was as thrilling and merry as ever - laughter, joy, love surrounded as people rejoiced for another lunar new year. BEIDOU grins, leaning forward with an elbow along the handles. the crux sailed smoothly, journeying closer to a firework backdrop of liyue harbour. it was her first time taking you on a trip with her, alone. insisting that she wanted to take you on a tour around liyue, and perhaps to any destination of your choice. all she wanted was to spent lantern rite with you.
though she wasn’t drunk. perhaps, she had enough to make such a bold decision to kiss you. “captain beidou, i can’t— not when you have had some alcohol.” she chuckled, inching closer with her hands cupping your face, “okay, doll-face, i’ll kiss you in the morning. that’s a promise.” her hands slipped along your arms, luring your hands into hers so she could plant the softest, liquor-stained kiss on your palms.
chatter and noise filled the room, but your pounding heart was louder than everything else. you sat on YELAN’s lap, with her hand resting on your thigh. she called you her ‘lucky charm’ - always the source of her biggest wins in the casino, but never crediting her own intelligence or strategy. “you know, darling, i’ll get luckier if you gave me a kiss.” and how exactly were you resist? while it was conflicting - being her assistant - you’ve always had your eyes set on her and obeyed her commands so well. it wasn’t long until she took interest in you. such a pretty face, such a diligent colleague.
she noticed everything about you and kept you close with every excuse she could find - missions, casino visits, vacations. her eyes pleaded into yours. within a brief moment, your lips curved into a slight smile as you leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss on her peppermint-flavoured lips.
shifting her hair aside, you gingerly zipped NINGGUANG’s dress up. the scent of jasmine and oranges slipped through each strand. your fingertips running through the closest touch to silk. it was your first time being so physically close to her - it felt profoundly intimate.
not everyone had the privilege to enter her personal bedroom, decorated with the utmost luxury and custom-designed decor. everything about her was elegance and pristine beauty, from her dazzled, ruby eyes, to the dips along her neckline. to accept that your fingers followed the curves of her back, to her nape that’s now covered with a mandarin collar and the clasp of her jade-beaded necklace.
your breath hitched as she turned around, “thank you, y/n. how do i look?” cherry red lips twisting into the most gorgeous and alluring smile. “you look beautiful, lady ningguang.” you spoke almost breathlessly.
“you haven’t answered me, y/n.” ningguang drew her presence into your arms. without realising, your hands rested on her waist. deeply intoxicated by her beauty. “will you kiss me now?” she asked, peppering your neck with subtle kisses, surely to leave a mark.
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