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gn reader x wriothesley, diluc, alhaitham, neuvillette + childe ( separate ) ; slightly suggestive content. sfw. you randomly crawl into their lap. petnames used; my dear, sweetheart. teasing. return of the old post layout.
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⭒ WRIOTHESLEY
It’s quiet as you make your way up the stairs in Wriothesley’s office space and as much as you thought your steps were quite discreet, the fact that the Duke’s gaze is on yours almost immediately when you reach the top says differently.
It makes him push himself to sit up a little straighter as he rests at his desk, “Oh? And to what do I owe the pleasure, hm?” He smirks, and his question urges you to give him a playful roll of your eyes before you’re taking another step closer.
“Maybe I just felt like coming to visit you, is that such a crime?” Your lips pout out as you reply to Wriothesley but the two cups of tea that are resting on his desk give the impression that this wasn’t a surprise visit at all. But still, you choose to play along anyway as you cross the room, rounding his desk and letting your eyes trail along the documents there before he’s getting ready to push out of his seat to welcome you.
“Well, if it was, seems you’ve come to the right place. Though if you’re willing to admit you missed me I might just let you off with a warning.” The corners of his lips pull into a crooked sort of smile as he tilts his head up at you, but maybe that’s the very expression that seems to pull you a step closer as you push yourself between his legs, pressing your fingertips against the middle of his chest to keep him sat.
Wriothesley’s lap always looked far too inviting, so it was easy for you to find yourself slinking into it at any given opportunity— it’s just that you felt like making that opportunity for yourself today. So it makes you smile when he immediately wraps his arm around your waist to help you crawl on top.
“How generous. Maybe you just make good tea is all.” You still opt to tease him as you slot your hips down on top of his, thankful that he chose a particularly large chair for his office so that it may fit both of you.
And almost immediately you feel Wriothesley’s other arm reach up to accompany the first, clasping his hands on your lower back as he keeps you seated tight on his lap. You feel his next breath against your skin when he leans in to nose at your jawline, “Well, you would be right about that.” His voice purrs, and you find yourself wriggling a bit closer.
“Though, you wouldn’t want the tea to get cold now, would you?” There’s a suggestive sort of lilt to Wriothesley’s voice and it makes you feel so terribly warm on top of him as he tips his head towards the two teacups on his desk. “And after I went through such effort to brew that special batch for you.” But you snap your head back around to frown at him almost too quickly when his hand seems to settle a little lower on your back this time, dangerously so as his fingers tease the hem of your pants.
You roll your shoulders back as you try to regain control, “I don’t know what you mean I’m just getting comfortable. Mind in the gutter, your grace?” And that little act seems to make Wriothesley chuckle, a charming enough sound to have you reach up to wrap your arms around his shoulders and he relents with his teasing. Resting his hands on the dip of your waist instead.
You hug yourself in a little closer as he welcomes you, and the next press of his lips against your throat makes you shudder. “Hah, very funny. Though you do seem to be quite comfortable, I think your poker face could use some work.” He eventually opts to respond, a little smug as his fingers squeeze into your waist and you smack playfully at his hands before taking a more comfortable position, nuzzling into the crook of his neck this time.
Maybe it’s the warmth that Wriothesley always seems to radiate but you can’t help but suddenly feel sleepy in your new found position. Your lashes flutter as you fight beneath the sudden weight of your eyelids, and your lips pout out to press against his skin. “Mind if I stay like this then?”
The adorable little tone of your voice makes the Duke hum, and the sound makes you curl even deeper into him as his hands begin to squeeze and massage at your waist. He gives the documents on his desk another look, and then pulls you a bit closer before he’s leaning down to smear a kiss against your shoulder.
“You won’t hear me complaining about the company. Seems your methods are just far too tempting.”
⭒ DILUC
You’re careful as you push open the door to Diluc’s quarters in the Dawn Winery, finding him sifting through various contracts and pieces of paper as he rests on his desk. He sighs before he sees you, and you find it to be quite charming the way that the tension in his shoulders seems to melt when he eventually notices you.
“Yes, my dear?” His voice drawls as he greets you, probably a little strained and tired given how long he’s been working. But you’ve found yourself to be quite bored in your lovers absence, hence the impromptu visit— so instead of responding, you opt to make your way across the room instead.
You’re quiet as you find yourself standing next to Diluc’s seated figure and it’s quite adorable how quickly he seems to pick up on what you want when you nudge at his forearm. So he pulls it back from the table for a moment, and gives you a curious sort of look as you push yourself up into his lap as he helps you balance on there.
It’s only when your thighs are dangling to one side of his own that he questions you, your butt settling quite nicely atop his legs from where they rest on his seat. “Is everything okay? If you’re hungry, I’m sure Adelinde will have dinner ready for you soon enough.” It’s a comforting sort of question as he rubs his fingers up and down your thighs, and the look that accompanies it is just as gentle— like he’s offering you a space to talk to him should something bother you.
But instead, you give Diluc a reassuring sort of grin as you let one of your hands wrap around his shoulders. “Is it so bad to want to keep my lover company while he works?” You hum as you kick your feet, leaning in to rest your cheek against his broad shoulder.
Your affection makes him clear his throat as he begins to sort through the documents on his desk again, pushing them into a neat pile. It’s not like he’s even paying attention anymore anyway, not when he’s got you so close. “Oh, not at all. I just didn’t expect to see you in here, is all. Though it’s quite well timed, I actually could do with a break from my work.”
His words make you smile, though you’re almost beaming when Diluc turns around to emphasis them with a kiss smeared against your forehead. You have to clear your throat before melting into him entirely,
“What’re you working on?” You ask earnestly as you motion to the documents on the table, and he breaks his attention away from you to follow the gesture before readjusting you on his lap. He’s holding you a bit closer as one of his arms securely wraps itself around you.
“Nothing too interesting, simple contracts for the winery. I hate to admit I’ve fallen behind with them recently, though it’s due to finding myself caught up with… something much more interesting as of late.” The second half of Diluc’s sentence seems to take a much more gentle tone of voice, and when you tilt your head up to look at him the answer is written in the way he’s already looking back.
But still you ask anyway, pushing yourself up a little closer and he welcomes the proximity as his arm around you tightens. “And what might that be, Master Diluc?” Your lips pout out and you watch the way his gaze drops to admire them.
“I think you already know the answer to that, my dear.” Diluc’s next blink is accompanied by the shift of his free hand, lifting it up to rest his fingers against your chin and its soft the way his thumb moves up to swipe against your lower lip. Gently, as you find yourself holding your breath for a moment.
Though only for a moment before your lover seems to clear his throat himself, not wanting to get carried away too quickly as his hand drops back onto the table of documents. And you feel the way he readjusts himself on his seat again before turning away to look at his work, “Feel free to make yourself comfortable. I won’t be occupied for much longer then my attention is all yours. If you’d be so kind enough to wait, that is?”
But still Diluc’s hold around you is tight and maybe that’s why you can’t help but give him a little kiss on his cheek before making yourself comfy on his lap.
“Okay. I don’t mind waiting for you.”
⭒ ALHAITHAM
The living room is soundless when you step into it, being greeted by a quiet, gentle acknowledgement from Alhaitham as he lifts up his gaze from the book he’s reading to offer you look. It makes something curious, but also mischievous spark in your brain as you find yourself pushing a little closer and you notice the way the scribe seems to have left space for you next to him.
“What’re you reading?” You ask softly, breaking the silence in the room as your lover turns his attention back to his book and he clears his throat before he answers you. Expecting you to crawl by his side much like you normally do no doubt.
“Just something I picked up from the Akademiya. I respect your curiosity but I’m sure you don’t care much for the details.” But you don’t do as Alhaitham expects actually, instead— you wind up pushing yourself a little closer than you usually would, though it’s a movement he seems to react to quite quickly.
He lifts up his arm to aid you in crawling beneath it, and he doesn’t question why you’re suddenly crawling your way into his lap until your thighs are spread over both of his own. He simply readjusts himself to hold the book in one hand while the other rests on your hips, holding you there as you tilt your head down at him.
“That wouldn’t be true. I like listening to you talk.” You hum, honestly and Alhaitham shifts again. He gives you another glance, though it’s a more inquisitive one this time— like he’s trying to figure out your motive… or if somethings wrong. Anything to explain your current position.
He opts to ultimately just ask, “Then might I ask what this is all about then, hm?” but his fingers in your side squeeze as if to assure you he’s not at all bothered by it. It makes you shift yourself in a little closer as your own hands rest on his shoulders.
“I’m just making myself comfortable, is that okay with you?” You’re smiling as you respond, and the expression urges Alhaitham to look back at the pages of his book again as he clears his throat. Suddenly a little too aware of how pretty you look accompanied by how warm you feel on his lap, and that’s a combination that seems to be a little too bothersome for him.
He plays it off as he strokes his fingertips along your waist, “Oh really? I don’t mind. I was just simply curious is all.” And he shrugs his shoulders as if to emphasis the fact, “It’s not often you ask for my permission to do these things anyway.”
But his honestly still makes you giggle as you bring yourself a little closer, nuzzling into the crook of Alhaitham’s neck before you respond to him. “Maybe it’s because you never tell me no.”
And that makes him scoff before he’s turning his attention back to you again, placing his finger between the pages of his book to make sure he doesn’t lose his space. “Well, to put it simply that’s because you seem to enjoy spending our free time together in similar circumstances, and having you upset would be too much of a hassle.” His lips press against your cheek as he turns ever so slightly to meet your gaze, and you meet the motion by pulling back to give him a look of your own.
It’s a cheeky, affectionate look that makes his eyes drop to your lips, just for a moment before he’s humming. “Unless, you would rather I moved to the other couch?” Alhaitham tilts his head at you before he pretends to shift, acting like he’s going to push you off and move away and despite the way you know he’d never dream of it, you react anyway.
Your arms wrap tight around his shoulders as you push yourself close enough to have your chest flush with his, and your words take an almost whiny tone as you grumble. “No! I didn’t say that.”
It makes Alhaitham chuckle gently before he’s leaning back against the couch again, and his fingers on your waist squeeze you a bit before they’re stroking along the skin. “Hm, my thoughts exactly.”
⭒ NEUVILLETTE
Neuvillette is exactly where you expect him to be in his office when you visit him during his break, resting on the couch with a glass of water as he sips at it politely. Though his attention is almost immediately drawn to you the moment you step into the room, commanding every part of him as his body shifts to face you a bit.
You offer him a soft sort of smile as you close the heavy door behind you, dropping your bag at your feet before going to join him on the couch. But not without offering him an acknowledgment as you glance at the clock, “I hope i’ve not kept you waiting long.” You say, shyly almost.
But Neuvillette meets the apology with a soft sort of huff, like he’s chuckling— though unbothered by whatever you seem to deem worthy of such an explanation. “Not at all. I was expecting your arrival about now, my dear.”
He shifts from where he sits a bit, as if he’s making room for you by his side and he motions to the second glass of water on the table before placing his back down next to it. “I hope it’ll be to your taste.” His voice sounds again, and maybe it’s the soft lull it takes that convinces you to not drop down on the couch next to him.
Instead, you can’t help but place your hand on Neuvillette’s shoulder as you step one of your legs over his own, earning you a curious look before you’re dropping your weight down on his lap, and it’s almost nervously that the Iudex reaches to steady you. Though it’s rather clumsy at first, he seems to regain his composure quite quickly as he clears his throat.
“Something the matter, my dear? It’s unlike you to normally be so brash.” He hums as he gives you a gentle blink, though you find the soft pink flush that accompanies it to be quite adorable. It makes you reach your free hand up to rest on the other shoulder as you wiggle a bit closer.
“Nope, I’m good. Unless you don’t like it, I can just leave if you’d prefer.” You’re teasing him, and whether Neuvillette picks up on that or not isn’t exactly obvious. But you do pick up on the way the next shuffle of your body on his lap makes him gulp, and he decides to turn away from you for a moment before his hands settle on your hips.
They seem quite restless as they press you flush against him. “Quite the contrary. I look forward to your visits during my afternoon break.” Though his response is as honest as ever, you can’t help but find yourself feeling warm at the confession.
You hum as a means to play it off, but the tinge of pink that still decorates Neuvillette’s cheeks makes you lean in a bit to appreciate it with a kiss. A soft sort of one that makes his fingers twitch into his side as you giggle, “Even more when our time is spent like this?”
The Iudex answers quite quickly to your question, though he clears his throat first to make sure his voice doesn’t shake. “Well, you could say I am quite fond of our current position.” He’s smiling when he opts to keep you in that close proximity with his hands, not allowing you to pull away too much just yet as he looks up at you.
Instead, Neuvillette mirrors the motion that you’d made earlier— though when he leans in he begins by grazing his lips up the column of your throat first. To your jawline, then the shell of your ear and the way he exhales against the soft skin almost makes you arch as his fingertips squeeze at you.
You almost forget where you are for a moment before he’s breathing out a long, pent up sigh.
“With that said however, I can only hope we remain undisturbed so that we may truly enjoy it.”
⭒ CHILDE
Some may assume Childe to be sleeping as he rests on your couch now, his arm is outstretched to reach across the back of the furniture and his head is leaning back against it too. Not to mention his chest is rising and falling gently, and his breathing is just as soft as you take a quiet step into the living room to take a closer look.
Yes, some may expect him to be asleep, but you know better than anyone that he had a cheeky habit of trying to trick you with these things. But thankfully after so much time together, you know the exact way to test out that little theory as you continue closer with gentle steps.
Though Childe could be doing with the rest after all of the missions he’s been on recently— you also know not to let your guard down. So you almost find yourself holding your breath as you come to stand over where he rests on the sofa, admiring the rare softness to his features as he snores softly.
It almost makes you rethink your plan for a second, even going as far as to take a step back to let him rest, but your thought process on that comes to a close quite quickly when the arm suddenly wrapping around your waist stops you from going any further.
“Going somewhere?” Childe hums as he quickly guides you back to close the distance, almost too eagerly making space for you on his lap and pulling you into the very position you’d planned to take for yourself. Except now he’s looking awake and far too smug, even a little teasing aswell despite the fact he was so quiet a moment ago.
It makes you wish he really was asleep as he helps you straddle him. “And here I thought you were coming over to accompany me.” The Harbinger sends you a playful sort of pout as he comes in close, resting his chin against your chest when he’s got you close enough to blink up at you from there.
And if he wasn’t giving you such a cute, faux-heartbroken expression you’d flick his forehead to get him to let you go.
But you know better than to try and fight against his strength as you opt to melt into his warmth a bit instead. You sigh, grumbling a bit “I knew you were awake.” and Childe’s sad-looking expression is quickly morphing into a subtle sort of smirk before he’s turning to press a kiss against your skin.
Even through the fabric of your shirt, you feel his words vibrate through the space. “Oh I was definitely sleeping.” He huffs, followed by another kiss before his lips are travelling a bit higher and you can’t help but find your hands combing through his hair as you bask in him. “And now you’re the one scheming to wake me— it’s only fair you make it up me.” Though his kisses aren’t without a little teasing, when he pulls away to give you another blink.
“So? Anything you’d like to offer?” There’s an ulterior motive to Childe’s words and it’s painfully obvious when you feel his hands creeping their way beneath the hem of your shirt. The first press of his fingertips makes you keen and bend at his will as you watch the expression on his features morph into something…. hungrier.
And that makes you swallow before you finally find it in yourself to answer, huffing as you pretend to turn away from him.
“This isn’t enough for you?” You say, feigning hurt much like he did earlier but that doesn’t do much to stop the way your body is reacting to Childe’s fingertips. Not when they’re grazing up the length of your spine now and he presses his lips up against the base of your throat as he holds you there.
“Actually, I’d say this only makes me want even more.” He responds quickly, chuckling like he’s just told you a joke, but you don’t think jokes are supposed to make you this flustered. If your thighs weren’t straddling his own you think they’d be squeezing themselves together by now.
But all you can offer as it stands is a whine, “Ajax, you were so tired a moment ago.” And it’s a sound that Childe seems to take much joy in as he lets his teeth tease along the skin of your throat next. Just as his hands begin to toy and palm ticklishly at your skin, and just enough to make you press yourself a little closer as you feel him grin against your throat.
“Oh, don’t worry about me. I’ve had more than enough rest to deal with you.”
musk is going to die in a Tesla explosion in 6 months after sticking his nose where it doesn't belong and we will never get a conclusive answer on whether it was a CIA car bomb or just a normal Tesla malfunction
˖ ࣪⭑ ⸱ I'M IN MY MYDEI WRITING GROOVE (procrastinating on my programming assignment). Also, the food used here is based on Golden Honeycakes, one of the oldest delicacies in Amphoreus history, which was once a favorite high-end dessert among the nobility. (according to the HSR wiki) also he made an ad for this? that's so cute
˖ ࣪⭑ ⸱ tags : comfort, fluff
˖ ࣪⭑ ⸱ featuring : Mydei; minor spoilers for 3.0
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The brutish man ducks his head to slip inside the small entryway. He makes no sound, but his demanding presence in the middle of the establishment is not easy to miss.
You meet his eyes, cloth in hand. Giving him a small smile, you look away and continue wiping the tables. "Normal people say hello, you know?"
Mydei huffs, his hands crossed in front of his chest. The chilly night air of Okhema doesn't seem to bother him, as he's dressed like he normally is. Flashy, royal; befitting of a Crown Prince.
"Take a seat," you motion to the table nearest to the counter. You've put away most of the chairs, as the clock nears midnight, but saved a single one in hopes of your esteemed guest's visit.
He positions himself on the appointed seat, watching you take ingredients out from behind the counter to start cooking.
Mydei is no stranger to being away from home; that's how he'd spent most of his childhood, anyway. Fighting for his life at sea, dying in the hands of giant waves, starvation, or beasts. Even in Kremnos, he never experienced a good night's sleep. It was a kill or be killed world, and immortality doesn't take that away from him; they just have to kill him again and again until he stays dead.
And home was not something to miss, not after what happened. Not after his god fell from glory, dooming his people, and he was forced to make a choice between dying (again and again) for mortals or reign as a deity. So, he chose pain, because that is what's destined for the King who never got his throne.
Home is so far, and he doesn't want to go back.
And yet,
"Here you go!"
You place a plate of Golden Honeycake, topped with fresh fruits and dripping with honey, just like how Mydei likes it.
Home is far, and he doesn't want to go back, but he remembers the same aroma. Of the cooks taking pity in him and introducing him to the sweet delicacy. Of stories in the past by his mother who teased him for having the same taste in sweets as his father and all the kings before him.
He gives you a curt nod, a sign of thanks. You beam at him, watching intently as he takes a tentative bite. It tastes like home.
He takes another bite. Then another, and another, until the plate is a fresh clean slate. You chuckle, picking up the plate.
"You know, most people consider it rude to barge in on closing time," you tease him.
"I didn't mean to disrupt your business."
"You act like you don't drop by here every night, ordering the same thing," you laugh again, and he find himself liking the sound of it. He wants you to laugh again. "You must really like it, huh?"
He chooses not to answer, but he doesn't shake his head either.
You disappear behind the counter to wash the last plate, and he stands in the middle of your restaurant awkwardly.
"Is there ... anything I can help with?" he asks sheepishly.
You stare at him, clearly surprised, before clearing your throat. "Oh, um, you can put the chair away. Please, if you don't mind."
Mydei nods, picking up the wooden chair with ease as if he were handling a feather. At the sight, you allowed yourself a joke, "Closing would be a breeze if you worked here."
The Prince looks away, seeing your apron tucked under one of the shelves, letting his mind wander about a universe where the battles he fought were less gruesome. Where he could patch his wounds and value his only life. Where he would go home, and he'd be proud to call it that.
But in this world, all he had were the scars and the baths.
"You make good Golden Honeycake," he says. "It reminds me of the ones they used to make back in Castrum Kremnos."
Mydei swears he can see the sparkle in your eyes when you stare at him in awe, and thought they rivaled the sight of the night sky of all of Amphoreus.
Then your lips break into a smile, and Mydei's cold, inhumane, non-existent heart melts like the butter on the honeycake.
"I'll have you know that compliments won't suffice as payment," you grin, though a hint of bashfulness is evident in your voice.
"Put it on my tab." the Prince turns away from you, hiding his own embarrassment as he walks to the exit.
"If you had one, it'd be longer than my grocery list," you joke again. "How about this; you come back tomorrow?"
Mydei looks back to you, reads the hope written on your expression easily, and lets out a sigh.
"Yeah, expect me to bother you again tomorrow."
Home is maybe not too far away.
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this was lowk bad but I js wanted to get this one out so I can clear up my drafts lol.
whether you call it an "AMV", an "edit", or a "fancam", all of us, across generations, want the same thing: videos of The Character set to music. and i think that is beautiful ❤️
Everyone shut the fuck up, this is the best part of the entire freaking quest, I don't care that I find whatever the hell is going on Amphoreus more interesting, Sunday is here, he has screen time, 100/10 scene, more of this Hoyo
Snuggling close to Mydei and tracing the marks along his chest lazily, tracing little patterns in them until you ask if you can draw with a pen. He'll complain, but he's already getting up to grab you a pen. He settles back down, an arm around your waist, gently running his thumb in circles against your skin while you draw little patterns inside the red markings.
Showering with Sunday after a tiring day, he helps wash your hair as well as your back, he's so gentle with every touch and once you two are out, he'll dry you off, kneeling down to dry your legs (and place a small kiss to your stomach). Afterward, the two of you are sitting on the couch while you gently comb some soothing oils through his feathers.
mydei telling you about a traditional game for kremnoan women that involved mounting a wild horse and getting it to pass the city’s gates without falling off its back, and then asking you if you’re bold enough to try to ride him without slipping on his chest from the impact of his hips against the back of your thighs as he pounds into you from below…
