Ft. Diluc Ragnvindr
Context: You're bored after he left for work and he called you somewhere at night to ask if you want anything from the malls since he just so happened to stop by one. Teasingly and craving for naught, you ask him to buy you a lingerie. You wonder just what kind he'll pick. Does he even know those...?
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
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"Huh? what's wrong? It's just a lingerie, you're the one with a problem not me." You say nonchalantly through the phone. "B-but listen, okay? I'm not good at this and even if I am-" You dropped the call, not even motivated to listen to anymore of his stammers. He's cute but still. It's been fifteen minutes since you requested him for a lingerie and he's still not convinced to agree? How will you know his favorites now?You can't wait another day. You needed to know his preferences.
Diluc knew to himself that he really didn't mean to disappoint. He just... never saw himself suitable for these kinds of things. He is a gentleman of course, with a name and a status to protect. He can't just show up in a lingerie store and attract some attention, his sex life would be questioned if somebody were to recognize him. (Diluc is famously known as the son of the founder of the most successful wine company in the entire world)
Diluc, knowing himself as a pleaser, didn't want to disappoint you any further so he sends you a text to assure you that he'll make it happen: "I'm sorry darling, I promise I'll get you one. I hope it is to your liking." The moment he hits the 'send' button, he rubs his face and sighs.
Diluc goes straight back inside his black car to drive to one of his most trusted tailors. He has given them many commisions regarding clothing before, and they always come out stunning. He let himself relax over the cushioned seat of his car, picturing whatever kind of reaction you'll have on your face until he arrived at the pavement before the tailor's building.
Diluc tried. He really did. He declined the offer for a designer because he wanted the lingerie designed only by him. If he were to still get a designer for it, it might take a day or two before it gets finished. Plus... it's a little... embarrassing. Diluc gets uneasy just by thinking about it.
Diluc needed it done by midnight and it's currently 10:00pm. He knew he needed to hurry but now that he himself, being known to always have a phrase ready on any occasion, had been explaining for about half an hour to a tailor that felt like he was suddenly speaking gibberish, there's no doubt that the chances of making the lingerie might be delayed.
Finally, the tailor sighed at him, exasperated with all the mind work to understand his stammers. She simply told him, "Paper and pencil. Show me when ready." And she hands him two objects that made Diluc's confidence stutter.
Diluc stares at the paper and he feels his cheeks burn with shame. It felt like his confidence just depleted. He knows full well she's just as stressed as he is because, hearing himself, the conversation did not make any sense. But was it really that bad...? Where the tailor even needed visual aid FROM HIM because he sucked at explaining what he wanted? Diluc isn't one to drown himself in shame anymore, so to save face for himself, he actually got to work.
The tailor had been observing the young man behind the rims of her eyeglasses and goodness- she can tell this man is holding back. At some point, as she stuck different pins on a gown of her own design, she contemplated whether she'd rather ask him what he would like to see on a woman in bed or why he wants to see that on a woman in bed. In the end, she waves the thoughts way. None of her business.
Diluc started drawing, straps and laces here and there... rose patterns? Not bad. Is the crotch area too thin? He asks himself then resorts to erasing the entire sketch of the bottom garment away. Is the fabric transparent? Diluc's eyebrows point down. But... that's a little too... he felt his hands reach to cuddle his length, goodness how is he supposed to-
Diluc really wanted something, but he didn't want to make you uncomfortable so he kept holding himself back and doubting each design. Even when Diluc's head spiraled with ideas, he didn't know which one of these ideas intrigue you the most.
At this point, Diluc doesn't really know where to begin with anymore, his tried everything and it's almost been an hour. He didn't want to delay the lingerie any longer so he just followed his heart in the process. Ok... ribbons. Ribbons? Is that too weird on a lingerie? Surely not. Red lace ribbons? There? Yes, his mind liked those. Attached on what color though? Maybe something baby pink or peach. He needed them in two pieces of course.
Finally, he folded the paper unequally to four, stuffed it in his pocket, and then reached for the tailor to whom he finally said the design to. He didn't hold himself back this time and openly told her of how he wanted the lingerie to look. He wasn't planning to show it, but ended up showing it anyway.
"Good thing you got it done..." The tailor told him, letting out a sigh of relief as she placed measurements on a mannequin. "You sure have grown Master Diluc."
Diluc froze at that phrase. She's not lying nor is she wrong. All Diluc really wanted to feel was the lust in the look of you... breedable and inexperienced before him but of course he can't say that so he realized that after all these thoughts, he cannot talk back. He can't. Like, really. It made him feel so awkward that he had to think of an excuse to get out of the establishment. "I'll wait by the car." He excuses, "Just call me when it's ready. Make sure it's done before midnight." And they assure him that it is to be done quickly for the fabrics have already been chosen for the lingerie.
The tailor throws him one last curious stare behind her eyeglasses and then brings her hand to sew and get back to work while musing the unexpected request. (Last Christmas, Diluc asked the tailor to make a dress for you so she already knows your size)
When Diluc got into his car, he brought both his gloved hands to his face. What. A. Night. He didn't know it was THAT hard to think of a lingerie for you. All those thinking of how you would look on those or how it might terrify you really took a toll on him. He can't disappoint you. He mustn't.
Five minutes of breathing exercises and he would soon realize how less embarassing it actually is. Now that he thinks about it, you probably asked him to buy you a lingerie to see what he wants... if that's the case... then he didn't regret his final design. So long as the lingerie compliments your body and keeps you confident in bed he can just-
Diluc felt himself slightly aroused on his seat. He needed to get home. He opened his phone screen and it greets him with the current time: 11:17pm. Suddenly, there was a knock on his car window. Fortunately, it was the tailor's assistant, telling him to go see the finished product inside. He follows the man towards the establishment and when he does see it, he calmly accepts it.
Diluc got home at around 11:40pm and you were already laying asleep on the bed. Laughingly though, your fingers are way too close to your undergarments and Diluc can't help but muster a chuckle upon seeing you so innocently sleeping after maybe, pleasuring yourself. When he wakes you up, you realize you had accidentally fallen asleep after-
You tried to explain to him, throwing lies upon another lie, until Diluc shows you the custom-made lingerie he prepared for you. Your face burned red as he threw them on your hands. "Wear it." He tells you, "See for yourself." His voice is slightly gruff and yet it is calm and soft. You put it on inside the bathroom and... it had you speechless. The theme is cute but so... revealing. Is Diluc really... into this? The good boy, easily flustered, reserved Diluc you know? Shyly and awkwardly, you walk out of the bathroom.
"Everything is see through..." You mumble and Diluc trails his lips just on your neck to whisper, "You asked for my preferences, didn't you?" His voice was rough with warm heavy breaths tickling your skin. His hands reach to touch the back of your waist and pull you closer.
That night, Diluc was rough but aftercare was still done on both of you. (am legit blushing like a slut here lmfaooo)
Ft. Kaedehara Kazuha
*clearing drafts*
Context: You're bored after he left for work and he called you somewhere at night to ask if you want anything from the malls since he just so happened to stop by one. Teasingly and craving for naught, you ask him to buy you a lingerie. You wonder just what kind he'll pick. Does he even know those...?
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
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"Love, can you buy me a lingerie?" You say so sweetly through the phone. You wanted to see what he'll pick or if he even is aware of what those are. But if he is aware of what those are, where in the internet did he learn them from...? Knowing he's been your roommate for so long, he never had a lotion by his computer, not even a single sheet of tissue in his garbage can.
Kazuha freezes during the call, having no idea what in the world you just requested him and even if two of his braincells did grasp your intentions, his reaction would still remain the same; "Is this for real?"
Kazuha would find himself uneasily reluctant. Never in his life did he think he would need to find such an arousing piece of clothing for his lover. For someone like him who values respect, he's just not so sure if he could look respectfully at you with those kind of clothes.
Kazu has a lack of knowledge when it comes to lingeries and it led him to think that he should just buy the most comfy one, it doesn't need to be so revealing, he guesses. He takes your comfortability a first priority before how you look.
Your clothing size should be the size reference to go for but Kazuha prefers using the memory of his hands on your body as reference when picking a lingerie. The distance of both his hands from each other as each held your waist in place, motioning you to fully take his erect cock. The way his hands slid down to massage your ass, the curve of your back facing him. The distance his hand had to cross just to massage your neck then grab your hair to pull your head back and see orgasm all over your begging yet pleasured face. The way he would change his pace and brutally thrust as he feels your muscles tighten, his fingers reaching your hands to hold them still as you moan out the most unholy things that became his favorite music. (I don't think his imagining your size anymore...)
But Kazuha had to keep these thoughts at bay since arousing himself in public would be the last thing he wanted to do. If the size is no longer of his concern, then the one concern left would be how he would enter a lingerie shop without feeling so embarassed.
Kazuha sighs in the call. He's overthinking and it just took an unusually large amount of energy from him. It was only then that he realized you were still talking in the call. (You were babbling something about how you were feeling like you needed a glow up. Kazuha contemplates your words... 'Is that... really the reason...? For a lingerie? To wear one...?' Kazuha has to let you know that your sudden request for such a piece of clothing had him feeling slightly agitated)
Kazuha's decision-making skills are put to the test after he drops the call. (He feels that he would look like a lost and clueless pup once he's in a lingerie store)
So Kazuha's suffering starts ike this: Everytime he sees the section of lingeries a few paces away from him, he hears this voice taunting him, like the name of the brand itself was some sort of forbidden scary spell. The voice would say so much of the unwanted thoughts but Kazuha's resolve keeps him from running away like a maniac. He reminds himself of how long you two have been together and he would agree at anything just for you.
Kazuha ends up assuring you (through text messaging) that he will try his best but also warns you that you might be disappointed since this isn't his forte. You assure him that it's fine and you simply want him to calm down and explore his preferences which leads him flustered at the other side. So he will have to imagine you in them?... Kazuha's cheeks burst scarlet-wine. But he already did that earlier, so why is he acting like he didn't just think of that? The consequences though if he's going to continue...
Kazuha uneasily paces back and forth at the malls' marble tiles. Despite being half-ready, he makes up his mind. He'll buy you one but he would have to put up a convincing excuse. (He reminds himself that arousing himself in public should be forbidden)
Kazuha's first attempt to buy a lingerie was a simple yellow but it looked a little too bright for his liking. His second attempt was a fail, two gossiping women finds him searching across the aisle for the most beautiful lingerie he could imagine you in and due to over-focus, he bumps onto them despite the two already observing him before he could even come too close. Kazuha stumbles a little bit and apologizes very... very... deeply and the two women exchange glances: 'Doesn't he look too young?' The older-looking woman asked. 'I thought so too!' The woman exchanged. This isn't the first time he was told that he looks like a kid.
If that was the bare minimum for Kazuha, well the next thing that happened isn't. At some point, a group of women asked him his age. He told them he's old enough to enter this section but it made the women love him even more. Kazuha informs them that he already has someone and rejects them when they ask for a picture. It took a long time to escape the nuisance, but when he manages to, he pulls up his hood to hide his face. Being attractive sure has it's disadvantages.
To avoid any more attention, Kazuha visits the section where no one is currently in and he decides that that'd be the only section he would choose lingeries from.
He needed something simple that didn't need to show so much skin so there's room for him to still be desperate. In the end, he picks out a simple silk peach one. He liked the color and the soft fabric but other than that, it looks like a good outfit for teasing, it sort of looked like a shiny nightgown except there's no sleeves, just a lace.
Picturing you perfectly well in it, he suddenly feels excited to actually see you in it. To savor the sight of you draped in this cloth as he smoothly slides his fingers up your thigh, dragging your panties down and fingering your dripping wet folds...
When he finally bought it, he decided to head home. The moment he showed it to you, you were surprised by how less it revealed but then you also take notice of how short it is, only reaching the area exactly below your pelvis.
Kazuha suggests that you put it on and you did. The fabric slid on you so quickly and the size was perfect. The moment you come out of the dresser, Kazuha stares at you, impressed. You start to walk towards him and now he feels absolutely bewitched- he couldn't take his eyes off of you.
Kazuha places his hands on your waist and he draws you closer to him to the point you feel his hot breaths against your skin. He then began to whisper sweet nothings to you and it made your knees turn frail... "You know how long finding this one took?" He asks while stroking the ends of the lingerie playfully. "I'll make sure it's equal to how long I'll spoil you tonight. Mind you, it's enough time for a few rounds..." He whispers at your ear and it sends a shiver down your spine. His hand makes its way on your arching back and you let out a soft moan. You like this side of him, the side of him when he becomes flirty and in-control which he only shows for a few nights. But Kazuha never disappoints, he's just so... perfect.
And before you even know it, he plants a wet kiss on you, biting your lips so hard and passionate. It's just like your first kiss all over again.
Okay, so... I got Skyward blade. Woohoo!!! (Hoyo throw me my Haran pls) Anway am gauranteed but am sure am rlly gonna get it! 10 days time to grind! :DDDD OMG WAIT UPDATE I GOT HARAN I REPEAT I GOT HARAN 7 DAYS BEFORE BANNER END AAAAAAAA
This is part 2 so make sure to read part 1 here
How ya'll doing? :DDD
Eye to eye, the meaning of their stares completely incomprehensible. As they threw scowls at each other, you busied yourself in thinking of the mysterious source of such rivalry. The air began to feel sort of... thick here, truly a tough situation to not talk, it's taking all your willpower to not ask any questions.
You decided to shoot a glance at your closest friend which had you noticing the somewhat pensive look on his stare—probably kind of deep or lost in thought. Little did you know that you have known your best friend so well over the years. Cyno is indeed thinking of something, his mind's been gathering every single information of Alhaitham, all of which you needed to know, but he wouldn't be blurting all those out with the actual rival facing him. He isn't that impulsive.
Alhaitham is an old student here—he came around the same time he enrolled on this school and there could've been no history between them if it weren't for the frequent arguements they had. Cyno's dislike of Alhaitham's attitude led him to disagree with most of his views and even the smallest topics that he discusses with complete rationality ticked him off. He'd give him the pleasure to be complimented by frankly admitting that his decisions are very well calculated but unfortunately, sometimes they feel wrong. Just before, you were thinking of how good of an ally he is and then, before you even know it, he'll change sides if that's what will help him achieve his own selfish goal the most. Alhaitham is the human embodiment of a double-edged sword, should you really allow a walking red flag into your life? He surely didn't befriend you for this kind of taste in men. Cyno's gaze sharpened more at the thought.
Alhaitham may have twinkled brighter among the gems of this school, but he's still undoubtely unpredictable. If anything would be predictable about him, it's that whatever will ONLY be his advantage will always be what he's after. That's why these years that they've been classmates, they've always silently pressed knives at each other's throats. Several times both of them probably wanted to cut it.
And with that, Cyno quiets his mind, having one firm decision on the platter. His gold-sand eyes slide towards you and he grabs you by the arm before taking a step forward. Confused, you look at him turn away and hesitated.
'Is he the one frozen or are you stopping him? Wait... you're?' Cyno turned his head around in disbelief and then proceeded a look of concern. Don't tell him- you actually want a conversation with this man?! Even with his look of request for compliance, you still refused and held your arm back... What is wrong with you?
With a sigh, Cyno let you go.
You look back at Alhaitham, soothing the part of your arm that Cyno nearly yanked with light rubs. You couldn't help but wonder, is Alhaitham really that much of a bother to him? Which side of Alhaitham is worth that perception? Left to wonder and investigate what must've caused the weird tension earlier, you decide to study your new found friend. As if in response to your stare of genuine curiosity, his smooth porcelain features face you. His eyebrows are slightly angled down but then they soften, and at that moment did you lose yourself to his vibrant rare eyes. The way those green irises blended to a brown color surrounding his pupil... how mesmerizing. Almost in a very... very... attractive way.
Cyno couldn't believe his eyes.
'Are you seriously gawking at this man?' He thought incredulously. Who knew anyone would be attracted to this old-mental-aged bore. Ugh, he even feels guilty for saying that insult internally... but honestly speaking, what he just said doesn't seem to fit Alhaitham's personality. There seems to be... no way to insult this man.
It was obvious for anyone to see the situation that you're gawking at none other than the attractive yet terrifying husband potential supreme student government president that never lets anyone or anything waste his time. Do you waste his time by just staring like this? What does he think of—
As if Cupid decided not to shoot an arrow, a realization knocked over your head. 'Close your mouth, you gawking idiot.' The self-conscious side of your brain tells you. But isn't he just so beautiful to stare at? Where did he get those eye-contacts? Are those even eye contacts...?
'No, no, no!' You discipline yourself. You can't let the head-over-heels version of you prevail. Clearly, you don't want to make a fool of yourself. So instead of fretting about whether this man is spoiled by his genes or if he enhanced himself with products, it's a better decision to just... let everyone meet each other! You decided that since they're now your two friends, perhaps an introduction shall be done!
"Do you two know each other?" You first ask, breaking through the stretching silence. It's given that they had... maybe, a little history. You're not too shallow to not understand those ridiculous angry staring like they'd tear each other to shreds once you look away. Geez. But of course, you want to know the source of this drama but before that, you need the confirmation if they truly know each other, to be admitted by none other than either of their lips. In response to your question, Cyno deadpans you. Fortunately, it's not being rude, and you take this as a 'yes'. Since no one seemed in favor to speak, you tried to take the opt to answer your own question-
"We do know each other." Alhaitham suddenly admits. You smile and your eyes spark then he continues. "He's Cyno. A student in the same level as mine. We've been here for nearly ten years." He crosses his arms and his face remains neutral.
You can't help but lift your eyebrows in surprise to this statement. '10 years...? That's... a lot.' The way he said it too, it's so casual. Has Cyno truly always been honest with you? Why did Cyno never introduce you to him? Perhaps, maybe Cyno saw you uninterested in making friends with Haitham? But you often tried to catch a glimpse of this person for almost every second everyday, with or without Cyno and whether on the school fields or most especially in the library. He looked like the type of guy to not like being involved in social activities so you never engaged in any with him. Maybe Cyno just never thought of you interested in him? That might sort of make sense but you never saw things in Cyno's perspective, perhaps you can ask for his sometime after this.
Alhaitham is the man that really piqued your interest. Out of everyone in the school, it's him. It was enough to have you following his trails, swearing honestly to the clouds above, you're not stalking. Just... just having a mild interest in someone. You simply want to follow his trails to just stop by at anything he's interested in, hoping you'll find a piece of him amongst those items. You wouldn't be doing that in front of him though. He might get the wrong idea.
When you had just bumped over Alhaitham today, you can't help but stare at his stature. With his gaze looking down on you, you just realized that one of the rumors about him in this school isn't false. He really does look scary.
Because of this, you thought of how accurate the other rumors could posibly be. Factually speaking though, Alhaitham really is enigmatic, that part isn't a rumor. It's reality and to you, that's a given excuse for your dream to understand him. You love indulging yourself in the not-so-anticipating enigmas of people, Alhaitham being that. Whenever you look into his unreadable eyes, you feel like your staring straight at an equation with no directions, except the formula which is to think. What's in his mind? Why is he always so calm? How does he maintain his composure even during difficult situations? You've heard all sorts of different stories about him but none of them seemed to answer your questions. Some lower-leveled students that sought him for help on their research last year came back to their classrooms babbling about his brilliant ideas and suggestions. Others weren't so blessed to see his nice side for they completely ended up hating him and backstabbing him for his frank opinions. Does he... care about such reactions from people? Now you're really diving deep into your ideas of him.
At some point in highschool, a few started calling him their unintentional life savior, because they were only able to graduate with his help. They must've took Alhaitham's words as a way to innovate while others took his frank opinions to heart and considered them harsh judgements. You can't help but look down to your feet.
However, despite the cliques of haters, this man still managed to make ladies come after him. Last year, by their classroom hallways, there would always be a few beautiful girls on standby, blinking hooded eyes whenever he walked past the corridors and when he's completely past them, they'll scurry away with scarlet-wine cheeks, exchanging low titters and words out of your earshot. Going back to reality and popping your Alhaitham-study bubble, you give out an honest reaction.
"Woah... I never knew you guys know each other! Well, I call him by Haitham. How come you never introduced me to him if you both knew each other?" You ask Cyno beaming with what seemed like child-like interest. 'How dare you hint your voice with such a cute cheerfulness when asking about this man?' Sulked Cyno. You looked so excited to hear his own answer and it feels like you're teasing him.
Cyno shifted uneasily under your pressure, knowing that despite your naivety of the situation, you actually might've known something. You catch Alhaitham's lips part but they close again as if what he wanted to say was not in favor of Cyno. However, Alhaitham's face did not betray anything and Cyno flashes him another intense glare. If looks could kill, you and Alhaitham would share a casket by now.
"I just... didn't have time is all." Cyno excuses but there was an underlying bitterness within his tone. He directed his gaze away and shyly scartched his nape.
You glance at Alhaitham and then to your best friend. Suddenly, their back at their glaring contest. You're not connecting any dots at all. This mysterious rivalry is sure radiating something ominous. What's the story between these two and why in the world do they act like their about to crush each other's balls? You heave a sigh, clearly bewildered of the situation. You thought it'd be better if you stop them from doing this right now but you needed to know the reason first, "Guys, what's—"
"Woah... we got some serious stuff goin' on here..."
'Who dared interrupt you?' You glance over the talker—a male student clutching a brown envelope of documents by his chest, watching the three of you in a bubble of your own dramatic scene with amusement. His eyes travel from Cyno holding your arm (which you didn't even notice him do just now) then to your two buddies having a glaring contest and then to you. When he glanced at you, he felt like a judge for a dating show. You knew by the way he was looking at you that he is trying to understand what this quarell's all for. He seemed harmless though, he's face held no negative signs and he seems to be judging you the the friendly way. He looked at you from head to toe as if studying with great focus on how you look and then suddenly, a slight chuckle comes out of his mouth. He got the wrong idea didn't he?
*For people who don't understand, this student thought Cyno bb boi and daddy Haitham were fighting over who gets reader's love, he realizes you're actually quite cute and suddenly he thinks that's one of the reasons*
Alhaitham had long left that ridiculous staring contest that felt like something that would stretch on for eternity. Now his gaze has been shifted towards the new guest to your conversation. Cyno notices him not looking back but doesn't let his stare drift away until he notices you side-eyeing him with a "look over your shoulder" look. Cyno blinks a few times with realization and turns his head to his side just in time to see a bowing scholar. He looked down then up at the scholar behind him and did not know who he was. What was once a look of flaming irritance with furrowed eyebrows became a softened look of shame. He looks absolutely cute and guilty, you hid your laugh. He looks so flustered.
"Uhm, hi...? Am I interrupting anything?"
"Yes you are." "No you aren't." "Not really." All of you answered at the same time.
*cyno* *Alhaitham* *Reader*
You look over Cyno, Cyno looks at you. Alhaitham looks at Cyno, you look at Alhaitham, and Cyno looks at both of you.
"No." All of you answered.
The student chuckles softly at this, looking so perplexed as he shifted uneasily before these three weirdos. He clumsily opened his brown envelope to flick through a few papers until he took one out. He then pauses with his mouth open and his eyebrows furrowed before pointing the paper at Alhaitham. "You Alhaitham?" He asks casually. "Yes." Your new friend answers. Suddenly, the student seemed to have regained his long lost confidence, along with his forgotten original personality. With a bright smile, he starts having a conversation with him like an extrovert out of it's shell. "Ah~ I've heard a lot from Kaveh about you! Come on sir, help me with my research! I heard you're very great in writing, let's just say I kind of suck at it but I'm trying. I'm thinking maybe you could judge my essays? I'm still confused about this part of the langguage..."
Suddenly, you and Cyno weren't even there but thank the heavens because it is a blessing to Cyno that the tension didn't rise into anything much worse. He wouldn't allow you to watch them have another one of their repetitious debates. It would be embarassing for you to watch two gnarling dogs.
A loud ear-piercing alarm suddenly echoes out of the school hallways and out onto the fields. You and Cyno flick your heads up on sync, recognising the school bell. You grab your own backpack from the bricked ground and then rushed towards the white marble stairs before the building entrance with Cyno trailing behind. As you two were walking by the corridors to your classroom, you feel that you've missed a step in your routines today. Well, not anymore.
"Cyno! How are you?!" You squeaked joyfully beside him, putting your arm around his own, knowing that maybe that'll ease him a bit from walking too fast.
But upon looking at his shadowy gaze towards Alhaitham, you quickly pick-up the hint that he might not be up for any talks today. But there's just this feeling that you can't shake off. It feels like you're intervening on something. Is there some sort of beef between these two that you may have missed for the past two years? Is that the reason why Cyno never introduced him to you?
Alhaitham's figure sauntered before you and Cyno, the student chatting with him in a rush to get to his class. He bid goodbye to Alhaitham and asked if they could meet by afternoon to which Alhaitham agreed on so the student could finally get to his class with relief. Cyno's stare did not waver and Alhaitham won't look back. To you, he seemed to be unaware of it but knowing that a person like Alhaitham probably knows everything behind his back and has a way with people had you doubting your senses. He even managed to stir the school with his famous name while still keeping a low profile. Then you remembered something one mid-August day last year. 'He knows a lot that he shouldn't,' One of the girls at the cafeteria gossiped. 'but he wasn't ever scolded by the teachers once!' Her hand reachers to cover her open mouth. 'I heard he even knew of Sir Azar's malevolence and that he was the reason he got kicked out of the school.' The girl beside her whispers loudly. 'A teacher asked him how he knew of this, said that he only thinks the teachers shouldn't be divided into two with the other group scheming for some trouble. So when he got tired of the school's corrupt system he gathered everything to expose him.' And the two girls shake their heads disapprovingly of Azar's actions. 'Isn't Azar the teacher in charge of checking the student government progress and is closely in ties with the principal?' A random blonde girl with a blue head band suddenly interjects to the conversation of the two girls. The two girls beside her exchange glances. "I heard he was planning to overthrow the principal with a scandal." This had an effect on the two noisy girls, reacting loudly with gasps of surprise. Ironic that the two instead were the ones to shush the blondie who probably had the lowest voice out of them three. You struggled just trying to pick up her full sentence and having to guess the rest of her sentence earlier. Unfortunately. the rest of their conversations were so low, it was never heard, how sad you can't hear much more. Why keep the low voices though? And then it hit you.
Any gossip about Azar in the school has been banned. Rule made by, President of Supreme Student Government Alhaitham himself. For the reason? Maybe so people can give him the privacy he needs? Yes, that's very Alhaitham-like.
The thought was very random but you had no idea why it even stuck to your head. You shake it off, looking out the windows of the corridors overlooking the busy city after the forest-like boarder. Whatever Alhaitham is like, you're ready to know. You're friends now after all. But not all friends are good. Good thing you have Cyno by your side.
You finally got inside the classroom. Cold air-conditioned wind brushed your soft cheeks and every bead of sweat on your face turned to a freezing touch of ice. You set your back pack beside wooden seat next to Cyno at the back row and when you take a sit, his gaze softens to meet yours. The glass window shot a ray of sunlight to his observing stare, revealing the beautiful hue of his golden desert eyes. Now's the perfect time to ask.
"Are you and Alhaitham—"
"How did your morning went?"
(...)
Blink once, twice, thrice. Did he just...cut you off? You raise an eyebrow.
"Come on, what's going on?" You groaned. No way you're letting this go off without context. Cyno sighs and gives in to what you want.
"We're friends. Just not close. I'm not saying his bad... even Tigh don't like him much. It's best not to get involved with that man." Cyno answers you, voice low enough for others to not hear, as he brought out a history book from his bag. His face is angled down, something unreadable written on his gaze below slightly furrowed eyebrows. You look at him and Alhathaim, dazed.
"Okay." You mumble as you slide your book gently on your table. What is it about Alhaitham that you don't know....? Even Cyno — your closest friend, the one you always get answers from, the one that always tells you what you needed to know —wouldn't want to share the answer to your question. Truly strange.
Hi!! Quick little message, sorry for the long break! Update: I just really got busy and lost 50/50 to Qiqi on Nahida banner so I didn't get her but I got ayato but then instead of Haran I got Ei's purple spear. Have fun with my suffering as an F2P. Anyway for the long break, I decided to write a cyno x reader with a twinge of jealous, protective, and caring Cyno (no smut for now lmao). (This'll be part one, there's gonna be a part two so wait—) I just love him sm although he tortures criminals :3 I'll be making long charac x readers like this one but they are considered short fics since I've probably seen longer ones. I hope you like it!!! I might also start making ship fanfics! Btw bonus character involvement here: Alhaitham <3333
Enjoyyyyy <3333333 Always remember that you matter and you have so much more good things to experience in your life! This'll be my christmas gift to you! If you feel like reading it ofc (❁´◡`❁)
Part 2 out now! Here
Daybreak, yolk of warmth rises, and the clock above Cyno's bedside table beeps on cue. The moon's counterpart had taken over the horizon and Cyno knew it the moment his eyelids fluttered to the stabbing ray of sunlight through the white blinds. The opening of another day has invited him to wake. With acceptance, he sat himself up, a sensation of burning excitement building up in his stomach. Whatever today holds set the young scholar eagerly looking forward.
The usually time-efficient scholar Cyno couldn't simply dilly dally in his day, in fact, it barely even exists in his routines and vocabulary. Perhaps to him the hands of clocks move faster that a simple five minutes of idling affects the time for his other activities like a trail of knocked-down dominoes. A short time spent for meaningless dawdle would only affect his time to finish his homeworks, pushing the weariness caused by day further through the night where silence sends him asleep. But just staring at the blazing morning sun from his opened bed window had him feeling the sudden urge to sit for a while, having time to notice this strange tranquility and wonderment he always felt every morning, as birds flew by the blue sky canvas and hearing their songs as the winds stroked his face.
Such a pleasant and delightful greeting of nature to him, birds chirping and one even landing by his window sill. Everything is as peaceful as it should be, like a golden Paris morning. Cyno couldn't believe that he never stopped himself every morning to admire such an experience. Why did he never stop to take a peaceful break? He sighed, leaving the thoughts behind. What was once adoring a peaceful moment became a time to think of somebody special.
Cyno couldn't help wondering, "How does his friend wake up with such a view? What must they be doing now? Are they still asleep?" Your existence in his life has affected him immensely. Now he just couldn't go about his day without thinking of you. Perhaps, you must be getting ready—preparing to wear that plain ol' hoodie of yours, ruffling your hair into a mess for supposed volumes, and picking that perfect scent that never fails to turn him on. An attracting aroma, indeed.
Cyno inhaled the fresh morning air as if the scent was really there but then, he ends up shaking his head to full wake, deciding to finally wave the reverie away—he should be getting ready too. The idling scholar brings a hand to scratch his disarranged silver hair, closing the short break to an end, and making his way to the kitchen.
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Sunny side-up, golden rice, and a few cuts of fish meat on his plate. Cyno swallowed down a bite as he stared at his phone. Opposite of him is the always empty wooden chair, painted gold by the sunrays through the window. The sight of it empty had his mind desperately picturing you on it, the atmosphere of your smile, the spark of sheer joy in your loving gaze, and the lovely tune of your voice. He would play cards with you, wanting to watch you flip cards and shouting hoorays or grunting your disappontments in defeat as you play against him. He bet it'd be a fun challenge for him once you get used to his tricks. What if he wins over you and then suddenly you'd give it to him back—like a clever backfire?
Cyno shook his head. If that happens, his cheeks would burn red with embarassment the entire game... But it would also be very impressive of you, doing great with only a few matches. It seems you've got quite some talent with cards.
Looking down at his food, the remaining portion is still half many. Cyno's eyebrows furrowed at the new unlikely hobby as he stared confusedly at his unfinished meal. All those daydreaming as time ticked away... and he hasn't even finished his food yet, what a waste of time. What is he doing?!
Daydreaming leisurely or without a care for time is such a seldom thing to happen to him but it's a rather strange day today... For some reason, he suddenly felt too lazy to have himself follow his usual proper routine. He even somewhat felt disappointed for himself, but he'll let himself slide for now since it rarely happens anyway. Cyno brings a hand down to his pocket, grabbing his phone, and opening social media to pass time for a bit.
Scrolling through his phone, Cyno skipped posts—fragments of captured moments, smiling strangers, random news... and then... he stumbles upon an image of you.
He took it all in. The strands of your hair, outlines of your face, that smile that makes him blush even more. Cyno cracked a smile at it before typing in a comment, showering as much subtle praises as he can. He didn't know how else he could express his love for you aside from a few hints but if it is to raise your confidence a little higher, he doesn't mind.
'You look great. <3 Please never let that smile fade, I love your smile.' He typed in.
Cyno sent the comment successfully. His phone made a cling and a checkmark on his screen informed that his comment has been posted, it made his heart skip a beat. Cyno couldn't help but chuckle slightly to himself at the silly reaction.
The little heart on his comment is something Cyno liked the look of so much, even though he felt shy to admit it to anyone and to himself. The idea of putting it there came from you. You always sent him that heart at almost every end of most of your messages. 'Hello Cyno! <3' 'Hey Cyno! How have you been doing lately? I'm doing great! Can you help me with my history notes if ur not busy? No pressure ofc <3' 'Don't forget to take care of yourself! <3333'
It makes him feel feelings he is very well scared and aware of.
Finally having the urge to look at the time, Cyno looked at it on his phone. 30 minutes before classes start. Hey... it's not that—No, he should be going to school now. What made him stall like this? You really made an impact to him, huh.
The woolgathering scholar, still sitting on his dining chair with a person in mind, just couldn't help replaying all your lovely phrases. But when time finally worried him enough, he reluctantly stands up, reminding himself that the faster he moves, the closer he is to seeing you. Cyno quickly headed to the bathroom for an ice-cold bath.
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Cyno closed the gates and headed out. Black hoodie and earphones on, Butterflies playing on loop as he stuffed his phone in his pockets.
I won't stop getting butterflies~
I get 'em every time, I look into your eyes~
Cyno hummed the tune, aware he's alone on the road, someone pictured before him as he reached the intersection. Their hair bounces as they take each step, and the winds tangle their fingers at a few strands. Their hand suddenly reaches to fill in the gaps of his own, like branches meant to be intertwined as they walked and the figure in his head smiles so brightly that nothing else mattered in his view except their face. Your touch traced his palms with warmth and he tried to feel it as soon as he clasped his hand into a fist. Just imagine how well your hand would fit in his... it would feel so good. The underlying question is...
...when?
You won't stop running through my mind
For the rest of both our lives
You give me butterflies
And I keep on getting
Butterflies~
Up on a bus and the light of day poured over his face as he sat beside a window with open curtains. 'What a day...' His mind grumbled. Almost half the time he spent thinking is only about you and the bugging existence of time. He stared out onto the blurring street as the bus zoomed ahead on the road, the longing for you to be by his side gnawing constantly at the back of his mind. You could put your head on his shoulder and sleep at the quietness of this bus, morning gold all over your face and he would stare at your pretty eyelashes. Your presence close to him is enough to make him feel at peace and contented... If only—Ugh. Cyno buried his face in his hands. He should stop feeling like this. It's only going to make him more disappointed that you're not even his yet. He just wants you to be his and this wish is slowly eating him whole.
Cyno opened his eyes as he put down his hands to his lap. At this point, you being in his life and living in his head rent free is both a blessing... and a curse. Being hoplessly inlove sure has its pain.
The music went on, but then Cyno finds himself not listening. He has been thinking, what if... what if you started having a crush on somebody else? Like... if it's not him but maybe one of his friends? Would he be able to survive knowing it? He looks up at the bus roof and imagines your bright smile being for someone else to own, his gut wrenches at the idea of it. What if that figure in his mind one day disappears? As if... he never loved them? What if after he admits to you that he loves you, you become disheartened and leave him? Then the buds of love wither away into oblivion... Cyno closed his eyes.
Dark. If one day he would no longer see that smile as something meant for him... His world would feel dark. Strange. Unusual. Lonely. Having not a place in his mind and his life for you at the future... it would feel so wrong. Like something's missing and the feeling is just so unfamiliar to him. He might be being overdramatic to himself but it's the most sincere he can get about his feelings. It's better to be honest than confuse oneself with one's own feelings when it comes to love. He wouldn't dare face the consequences.
Cyno felt himself torn into two sides, he could allow you to love somebody else for your better but. But... if he has a chance, he'll stay by you. He can't tell for now. But one thing's for sure, he won't stop loving you. And that's a problem if you reject him.
'12 minutes before classes start', Cyno mutters to himself the moment he opens his phone. Thank goodness there's no traffic. He'll reach you by anytime now and the strange excitement building up in his stomach is getting wilder than ever. Cyno tried to discipline his body not to do stupid things but just the sight of you sends him crazy, even if he was imagining it.
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It didn't take long for the bus to finally reach Cyno's school. The moment he saw the signature white and blue walls of it at a distance behind a cluster of trees, he has already began walking through the bus aisle, ready to go down. Cyno deeply regretted wasting his time at home and had he been here early, he would've had 30 minutes of chatting with you. Maybe not all of it was a waste of time though, especially when he commented on your photo. That's actually spending time wisely for him.
When you walk into the room
I'm as nervous as the day I met you~
Cyno panted heavily up the school stairs as his feet quickly dragged him towards you with the second verse of the song playing on his red-tinted ears. He stopped himself before the gates and the pebble floor tiles to breathe—bending himself down, catching his breath and as Cyno straightened himself, he saw it there. The very person he feels so excited for, the smile he very much cherishes, and that presence... the way your gaze meets his... those sleepless nights.
The bright light of the morning sun blinded him for a few seconds so he squinted at your sweet infectious smile.
"Cyno!!!" You cried happily, going up to him to give him one tight bear hug. That smile, the feeling of stomach butterflies... Cyno went stiff.
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Cyno's stomach burst with funny feelings. The way you smiled at him—so cheery and when you put your arms around his waist— He felt bashful. He opened his arms for you and your body closed around his, his heart battling to come out of his chest. Cyno prayed you don't feel it while hugging him.
Cyno returned the warm welcome by hugging you back. The feeling of your body warmth against his own... Cyno blushed. This feeling is sending him nervous, almost close to an inner panic. He hesitated, is it really alright to hug you like this? Doubts suddenly formed in the corners of his mind, questions voicing out his inner anxiety. Cyno asked himself, is this hug really fine? Especially that it's clearly not just a hug for him. It's like feeling your body extremely close to his. What if you won't like him if this is how he reacts with your hugs? Does he really deserve to fall in love with his unaware best friend? Isn't that painful to the person he just shared an intimate friendship with? But now's not the time. Cyno thought the better of it and decided that better cherish the small moment before it fades. Relax now. R e l a x , he told himself.
Cyno burried himself into your shoulder, ready to smell your signature scent—Hm? What was that?— Cyno buried himself deeper onto your clavicle. 'It's... something new.' Cyno thought. He sniffed the scent, it smelled like a masculine perfume and a twinge of... lime fragrance? It smells so good but it's definitely not your signature scent. Has that cologne ran out? Cyno looked at the fabric of your hoodie only to realize that this is not even the color of the hoodie you always wear. It looked... oddly bigger than you before you hugged him but it probably wasn't that obvious earlier because the sunlight had been blinding him. Something feels off here... Cyno's senses suspected.
Just when he started feeling that he has had enough and the hug was beginning to become suspiciously longer than you had anticipated, he let loose from the hug but didn't let go, his eyes gazing overhead, only to see a shadow blocking the sunlight. And then he realized something.
There's... another something.... something serious... that even Cyno couldn't help feeling gut wrenched to besides a hard question in an exam. Jealousy. When he realized who was blocking the sunlight, further paces away from him, he felt the gut wrench.
It's not because the man before him that you must've been talking to before he arrived here is quite the rational and attractive man, or because he seemed to have more manly display. It's not any of that. It's because he's none other than the sly, untrustable, and mysterious Alhaitham. Why is he here? Did you two talk to each other? Why would you talk to somebody like him? Do you trust him? For what reason? What kind of mission has this man involved you in? Cyno couldn't help but keep his mind occupied by buzzing questions of confusion. And as it was happening, his gaze sharply meets the other scholar's. But of course, Alhaitham doesn't seem fazed.
Sharp stares are just another one of Cyno's old tricks and Alhaitham still vividly remembers that same day he met those eyes when Cyno and him went against each other during a supreme student government debate. Should he tell you the story? Alhaitham chuckles to himself. The glaring scholar before him hated every bit of that small smile. He really hated not arriving early now.
This is a series of Genshin characs getting worried of you and this is part 3. (Gender Neutral, nothing violent, no trigger warnings)
.*.*. This part includes: Razor
A twinge of worry Part 1 (Ningguang and Beidou) here
A twinge of worry Part 2 (Chongyun) here
Coming soon: Diluc, Bennett, Xingqiu, Kaeya, and Albedo .*.*.
This took a while okay?! T-T And Sumeru just came, I got so excited to grind. This was originally made before Sumeru but I lacked the motivation to continue. Sorry for also not posting anything lately, I've been busy. Anyway, lets give our wolf boy some spotlight shall we?
Razor, Member of a Wolfpack
Razor is the type of person to be really nervous and clumsy when trying to approach someone in a loving way. He just doesn't know how to act it the human way.
The first time he met you, he instantly smelled the scent of a goodness in you and he was quick to trust you despite being together for only a few weeks although he still struggles in expressing himself fully.
Razor loved to wander with you. He loved how you you followed him silently whenever he doesn't feel like talking. You never let him force himself for you.
When you started leaving Monstadt so often without saying goodbye to the wolfboy, he couldn't help but feel hurt—like a wolf just clawed at his chest. Sometimes, he doesn't understand why it feels like realizing that he isn't special or like a pebble falling deeper onto the lake where everything is dark and gloomy.
He feels shattered and isolated himself deeper into Wolvendom where even his teacher, Lisa, couldn't find him. His lupical knows where he is but he told them that he didn't need anyone. He wants to cope with it alone and endure the harsh pain of reality, that you never thought of him as someone worth your loyalty.
He began gettng worried that maybe he wasn't enough, maybe he needed to try harder to be okay for you. He started doubting whether a wolfboy like him was even worthy of your attention and time. It pained him that he feels like he isn't.
But the bigger problem he's feeling the entire time is his great worry for you. Had he done something that hurt you? Was it that that made you notice him less from time to time?
When he worries about you or your recent actions, he can't help but feel restless, numb, empty, and sleepless. He couldn't help but feel guilty over unknown reasons and he wants to imagine you travelling safe to different nations instead. But strangely, it still hurts for him that he isn't with you. What if you got hurt by someone? He wouldn't be there for you. But these feelings... make him feel so confused.
He then decides to go up to you himself when you came home to Monstadt once again after 3 months of absence.
"Paimon and traveler just came back from Inazuma!! And you know, she fought the ar-" Paimon wanted to continue boasting to the cavalry captain about your mighty adventures but you couldn't care less and only wanted to give your full attention to the shy white haired boy watching you from the city gates.
You excuse yourself and Paimon became annoying at pestering you on why, but the cavalry captain tugged her by the hair to keep her staying and tease the little thing to keep her occupied.
"What's wrong Razor?" You ask, suddenly worried.
That's when all of his worries poured out, "Traveler, did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you? Razor, not so good with talking but very worried. Traveler did not goodbye to Razor. Traveler also avoid Razor like boar avoiding hunters. Why?"
The poor wolfboy had a serious and worried look on, you can tell he took your past actions by heart.
"I'm sorry, Razor. We've been a lot busy I wasn't able to stop by Wolvendom. Please, don't hurt yourself further with these negative emotions. i'm willing to spend this whole month with you to make you feel better." You tell him with a smile.
To your surprise, the wolfboy blushes. He seemed shy for worrying so much about himself and about you that he doesn't know what he's feeling at all. But he still wanted to hear one more thing from you...
"Is Razor special to you?" He asks you clumsily, a hand reaching up to scratch his head in nervousness.
You chuckle softly. "Of course you are!" You proudly say and the next thing you know, Razor is hugging you and the warmth and fuzziness of it couldn't be ignored.
You were just walking together one night around Liyue Harbor, where the noises of the busy streets sound faint. It was the perfect night for something peaceful with your lover—the moon is a glowing pearl amidst the balanced stars and clouds ruling the skies. The feeling of his presence strangely makes you feel whole, he's the flower your butterflies kept flocking over. Your fingertips kept brushing against his and it doesn't bother you. You even had the idea of him doing it on purpose. Just as you were about to gaze silently at him without him supposedly knowing, he glances at you. Aureate eyes questioning your intentions but they have a hint of tenderness and care...
and love.
The once God, now mortal with his still godly features stops before you, hands cupping yours and making sure your eyes only look at his. Your heart skipped beats, did silly acrobatics, and you take nervous inhales as he begins to say his irresistible confessions.
"As you may know... I am no longer the God of Geo. I have stepped down from that name and has fulfilled my duty therefore leading myself to end all contracts, to join the mortals and live life like how they do. Though upon the many stories I have involved myself in, this certainly is not something... I expect."
Something about his last words held melancholy. A melancholic music although it makes the heart strangely more alive. Something about it sounds sad yet beautiful. They're words of pure honesty.
"I... love you." He says and his words ring in your head. 'I love you. I love you. I love you, he said.' You held your breath.
"And I will never sign a contract to be with you because I am willing to instead form something beyond that between the both of us, if you wish to stay." He lovingly tells you as he tucks a few strands of hair behind your ear.
You didn't know what to say as your eyes welled with tears. You love him so much.
"Yes... I wish to stay." You say between sniffs and a long stream of tears. Zhongli carefully touches your chin with his two fingers, angling you to look up at him without trembling and his eyes and small smile promised that of a bright simple future for the both of you.
"Then let's weave our fates to stay connected forever so death won't do us part." He tells you with deep devotion and fondness that the next thing you know, his lips are on you. Soft, light, and careful lips met yours and it melts your being. You feel yourself rest on his chest, heaving up and down with warmth as you followed his rythmic, light pecks. He bites your underlip a lot, deliberately and softly and both of you tries to treat each other's lips with passionate and delicate kisses.
Only when you two have finally broken from the kiss, did you look at each other one more time before chuckling. Zhongli seems to be witnessing the best part of his life, and it's clear you are too. The moon that shines between your two heads illuminates the night you two swore to be more than a contract.
Diluc *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
A gloved hand silently writes elegantly hand-written writings on a paper, all of them meant for business reasons. But the once dapper knight couldn't find his mind in the same focus as his body. His mind is somewhere else, forcing his eyes to glance at you before the fireplace, dancing like a flame of comfort. He bought you a new cloth to wear and you've loved it the moment he gave it to you but what truly made you love it even more is the fact that they came from your lover. The moment you wore it, you find yourself twirling and watching yourself in front of the mirror until you reach the fireplace, proudly looking at his gift on your body.
The winery owner simply could not muster his numbing feelings any longer and the nervousness building up in his stomach everytime he wonders when to do the very move stresses him. He wants to be an open gate to you. Whatever feelings he has burried deep within his locked heart is now open only for your knowing. You're his, his mind says. You're so beautiful and lovely, his mind says. I want to be loved, his mind says louder.
"And I want to love again." His mouth whispers, it being uninentionally louder so your ears catch his words.
"What?" You ask innocently, a smile that made him worry of losing you etched on your lips. You pause from your little dance to properly look at him and he seems a little surprised. His hand then forgets the pen and leaves it on the desk and he walks towards you deliberately, looking down and looking rather...
shy.
"I love you so much. You light up my dark days and you've done so many beautiful changes in my life." He says a little breathless, rough, and deep as he wraps an arm around your waist, the other filling the gaps between your fingers as if preparing to do a ball dance. There are faint cherry blushes on his cheeks and you smile at his cuteness. "Thank you... for being my lover." And suddenly, he presses his lips on you, deep and strong like their aim was to savor every last bit of you. He then settles down for a bit, waiting for you to return the passionate gesture and you do it willingly, nibbling his upperlip back. You two break out from the kiss only for Diluc to peck your lips again and fan them with his hot breaths, his left hand now massaging your back while the other held your head. You allow to let his tongue slip in and he carefully pulls you closer to get deeper so he can kiss you stronger. More passionately.
It's one of those kisses that warm you up so much. The type of kiss that makes you forget you were even in a world—that makes you think you're somewhere else too comforting. Too comforting to be an actual world where nothing is perfect.
Because this moment is perfect. And you would do anything to experience it again. To feel the kindling fire of love burning inside both of your hearts.
It goes repeatedly like this for who knows how long. But the winery owner and you are all alone in this room, sharing a very blissful and rare moment with nothing else in mind but the simple touches and close contact of your skins.
Ayato ❁●❁●❁
The moment the Kamisato Clanhead laid his eyes on you, he knew you were the one. He felt the red strings of love tugging at him and pulling him towards you, urging him to finally make a connection with you that would hopefully last forever.
At first, he tied strings on his fingers to make some Inazumans his very puppets with Narukami island itself being the stage. He arranged his clever ideas almost everywhere you go to in Inazuma. Like how you suddenly began getting free flowers from some florists because they find you kind and respectful to the elderly which you really are but in reality, Ayato actually bought them himself and asked them to deliver it to you with that specific excuse.
When you tell him about it after days of intimate friendship, he simply tells you that the elderlies love you followed with a whispered "So do I." And you turn your head back just in time to catch his gaze.
"Uhm... what?" You ask, trying to make sure your mind didn't make that up.
"Nothing." The Clanhead says with his signature decieving smile. Many seem to fall for it but you can see through his mask well and sometimes have the gut feeling of his intentions.
Kamisato Ayato doesn't seem to hide the fact that he wants to impress you at all because he knows it's useless to a person who sees through layers of facades. It was the Kamisato Clanhead's wish and desire for you not to love him for his power but rather... for who he really is. He only shows his true sides to you, whether it be intimidating, awkward, cute, shy, or sorrowful. Even at his darkest days, he opens himself up for you. You thought it was mainly because the Clanhead sees your advices most effective and even thought about being a therapist in the future which, although sounds laughable to yourself who never thought you'd one day think to be one, still considers the idea quite the right track.
It was on one special evening and it was the Kamisato Clanhead's birthday. The older he gets, the more feelings he cages deep inside his heart and they're all for you. He questioned himself multiple times if you can handle being his significant other because although he loves you, he wants you to not be pressured by the sudden changes you're about to experience in your life once you're his.
May you still have your freedom even if he himself won't have much of it due to his work.
As you entered the Kamisato Estate, the first thing you saw was him before the low tea table, then you hear words from his guard. "The Clanhead expects you. Please head to him." You nodded and obeyed quickly despite that already being the reason why you're there.
"Hey, Ayato... Happy Birthday!" You greet him, followed by a lovely smile that made his heart burst to fireworks. He can't help falling deeper in love with you each day, with or without you. You're just so perfect.
He smiles happily at you and tells you to take a seat. You proceed to sit down, legs bent and touching your thighs. It is the Inazuman way. You then began showing your bundle of gifts, each wrapped with love and excitement and Ayato can't help but gaze lovingly at them and back at you. Your features are wonderful and the way you dressed up clearly shows that you gave so much effort into it.
As you were about to grab the last gift from inside your bag, he takes your wrist gently. 'What?' You ask to yourself in surprise. He then places your hand slowly, carefully, and softly like a feather on the table, leaving you extremely confused.
"I believe you've noticed?" He asks with a gentle smile, his blue eyes staring at you with that of defeat, like the look when you give in to someone because they've outsmarted you but with great acceptance and no grudge.
"No...?" You say, not having a single idea what the meaning of his question is.
"That I am in love with you." He responds.
The world stops. Everything stops. The fireworks at the distance, the sound of nature, all gone. Everything is inaudible as the loud beating of your heart occupied your hearing. You look at his calm smile and your mouth gets flooded with words. "Y-You are...? But I-I'm not good enough... I'm just normal, hehe—"
"I wouldn't want somebody too extra or too little. I want someone like you. Normal. I love someone like you, ordinary. That's enough. That's lovely to me."
The moment you hear his words, you feel your cheeks burn with color. You hide your face with your hands and you want to scream at the world.
"I love you!" You suddenly shout to him, maybe a little too loud because even the guards craned their necks to face your direction. It made your lover chuckle softly. At that moment, as you feel your confidence stutter, the warm soft lips of his were on you. From across the small table, you feel him drawing you closer and closer to him, his two fingers lightly holding your chin.
And you give in.
Venti *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
Sorrow, love, happiness,...
and tacenda.
He's an Archon disguised as a bard but well-known as a drunkard, at least for Master Diluc but despite the many swigs of wine he takes, his sight never blurs when it comes to you. The tavern becomes a swirl of colors, random shapes and wobbly jelly-like people around but you stand out and it seems you've piqued his interest since day one. It seems the archon has fallen in love with such a fragile and free-spirited mortal. "Oh my..." He exclaims to himself, flustered. The feeling to want to hold your hand, ride the winds through time with you, have children, live freely, and—
He can go on, if it weren't for the scene before him as he sat on top of a rooftop, that made his heart flutter even more. Just on the waters at a distance, where the lake was halved by moonglade, were two people canoeing. They seemed to be in good spirits, chatting, laughing, and... loving.
"Is this what love feels like? Will the person I love have any redamancy for me?" Venti couldn't help asking the winds. He whispered it breathless for only once, but his mind let it echo, let it reach his anxiously beating heart.
It's just as if the stars watching him saw his pitiful position—stuck amidst wanting to love and be loved but too scared to do so, afraid what the heavenly divines could possibly do to you and suddenly, a cold wind blew past his worried eyes and he felt the presence of someone joining his moment. He turned around, quick, only to see the beautiful figure of you smiling at him. The ends of your hair dancing with the wind, your eyes, your soft lips, your lovely eyelashes, your simple clothes, the way your presence feels like apricity in this cold, close to winter month... He noticed it all and loved it.
"Hey! A favor to join me tonight please?" Venti welcomes you warmly as he meets your gaze, a hand extended to pull you up the rooftop as you climbed. "Yes. I was just planning to do so. I made Barbatos Ratatouille!" You tell him cheerfully and he gladly takes it from you when you give it to him.
"So... You got any business to busy yourself yet?" Venti asks mockingly as he swings his spoon left and right like a conductor at an instrumental opera after taking a taste of your great food. Eyes closed, and face showing satisfaction, it seems the bard has fallen for your cooking.
"Stop. Just you wait. I'll beat Good Hunter's soon." You spat, tossing your hair to the side with your head angled high to avoid his gaze followed by a 'Hmph.' from you.
"You know, I really love your cooking. It would be better if I—"
"Eat it every single morning, afternoon, and night? Was I that good in cooking?" You ask excitedly, cutting him off and he produces a loud child-like laugh.
"Yes! Hehe~ Also... I made you a poem..." It was quite unexpected yet impossible to say no to and also usual of him to do. Everything this bard friend of yours tells with his words is a materpiece. Words beautifully woven into forms that live, breathe, and invite. He forms a world before you with just a story, a breathing tale, and he is a living book of wonders. Who wouldn't settle for such an inviting bard?
"Hm.... I'll hear it then. Go on, bard friend." You tell him, chin supported by your hand resting on the roof.
"Ahem ahem," he readies himself.
"Every morning drifts the sun to afternoon. Wherever thy bard wanders, thou follows around.
Whether thou be the endless blue of sky, or the lonely dandelion, thy bard simply sees thou's eyes.
Thou can be the last ray of light in the dusk, or the rising warmth of dawn, thou comforts the lonely spirit that prays to the stars of fates."
He then takes a deep breath, and continues again.
"Every afternoon drifts the sun to disappear, to fish the moon out from its weary slumber. Thy bard shall now go home once more, for thou wants to hear his voice and tales.
Before thy bard enters their beloved's home, thy bard picks a dandelion. Thy bard blows and blows, promises kept and tacendas free on the air.
Thy bard experienced great vorfreude, for the future held his wishes. Thy bard wants his listener to notice, thy bard has fallen deeply in love with you."
As he finishes his poem with your gazes meeting, you feel yourself struck with speechlessness. It's just so... beautiful and random. The glint in his eyes were saying the truth. This poem is for you. You had never anticipated him to have feelings for you but you're glad to know that he's... feeling the same that you feel for him.
"I... do love you too." You say sheepishly, looking away and tucking a few strands of hair behind your ear after several seconds of silence. "Uhm... are you... a human?" You finally ask. It's always been that one question that keeps you awake at night. He doesn't act... human, honestly.
It took Venti a few moments to respond but he was able to do what he always wanted to. He tells you the truth since you've noticed anyway.
"You're an archon!" You gasp, your cheeks burning red and your hair throwing fits everywhere. 'How? What? An archon? You are in love with an archon for years? And he loves you back?!' The words in your head are a jumble, a mess, and a hilarious compilation of nervously made phrases. You don't even know where to start.
"I didn't tell you I am an archon because I am afraid to have you love me only for it." He tells you softly as he began floating closer to you, the winds carrying him caressing your cheeks like hands stroking your fine skin. "I just hope you don't mind if you become my first kiss."
It took him two seconds to get his hands to touch you softly, one on your chin, the other on your waist. He then holds you closer and after looking through his emerald eyes, he shuts them and tenderly kisses you. Warm, light, and cool. The kiss was delicate. Your lips feel light, pillowy, and easy against his and his feel like soft feathers. The kiss was smooth like silk, long, and passionate. You paced up with him, trying to get used to each other's rhythm and you can tell by the way he kisses you that his trying different strokes. It feels so perfect. Your ears could no longer even hear the swooshing of the chilly winds due to your loud heartbeat and your hands kept placing themselves on him, trying to capture some of his warmth. Finally, Venti slowly broke out from the kiss, his eyes opening to land on your lips.
"Venti..." You broke out panting but it was spectacular. It just felt surreal to suddenly realize you're kissing an archon and you half wanted to not believe this because it sounds like an absolute joke.
"Still doubting Barbatos, aren't you?" He asks, cocking an eyebrow followed by a smirk. He looks like he still wants another kiss.
Childe ❁●❁●❁
The 11th Fatui Harbinger, Tartaglia.
A name that bathes in both brutallity and blood but who knew that beneath that deathly aura of his hides a soft sweet spot of goodness?
It all started during one usual snowy night in Snezhnaya, when Childe decides to invite you to a dinner with his family. Knowing that you two have been in a relationship for a month now, you agreed to it and dressed under many thick layers of cloth before setting out to the winter nation. As you arrived upon the silent yet deadly blizzarding snow of the cryo archon, you find his warm smile greeting you for only a few distances away, something so unbelievable after many days of long distance relationship. You hurry towards him to give him one tight bear hug.
"I missed you Childe!" You breathe through his neck, excited. His lovely fragrance clung to your nose as you burried your face deep onto his shoulder and it made your heart flutter. Childe laughs. "I missed you too." He whispers softly to your ear, puffs of cold white smoke tickling your neck as he holds your head to stay on his shoulder. "How have you been doing? Great?"
"Mhm." You hum at him with a nod.
His siblings couldn't wait, and Childe couldn't stop them from flocking over you either. Like penguins huddling through the snow, all of you carefully hurried towards your lover's home where a distinctive fragrance swam through the air, from the dining table close to the kitchen up to your noses. Everyone then made their way towards the dinner table where many of the famishing dishes lie. They all look tasty.
Dinner was quite the delectable feast. The Snehznayan cuisines were delicious and quite fancy-looking. Most of them include bowls of lurking octopuses under tasty eggy soup and sliced giant fishes that made you drool. Everything was beautifully prepared and the siblings of your lover even proudly admitted that it was because their brother Childe helped them cook. This thought cheered you up even more and Childe couldn't help but smile goofily at your cute joy.
As midnight edged deeper and closer, one by one the siblings went off to sleep leaving you and Childe to spend the rest of the night alone together. The snow that was once rough and restless, now calmly falls down. Everything is at peace and the sky looks cloudless.
If only you could freeze this time forever in your heart...
"My love?" Childe suddenly asks. Distracted by the glimmering soft snow and the beautiful dots of stars above, you didn't hear him the first time but when he suddenly asks you,
"May I kiss you?"
You immediately turn your head towards him, quick as light. Your face flushed as you repeated the question in your head ten times to make sure of it and you stare at him with nothing but a surprised face. Childe can't help but laugh at the look of you.
"Calm down! It's just our first kiss. Come on... Or are you nervous because you don't know how to? Hm~" Childe hums teasingly and you chuckle to hide the butterflies forming in your stomach. "It's not that! I'm just... shy. But you don't have to ask... You can just do it. I don't mind, you know." You tell him as you twirled a few strands of your hair, gazing away to hide your flushed cheeks.
"You know very well I always ask for my lover's consent." He then says, eyelids heavy with a playful smirk on his face. His getting all excited now.
"Mhm... I love you Childe." You tell him softly.
"I love you too." He tells you back.
And before you even know it, he pulls you into a very deep kiss, warm and comforting with his hands on your shoulders to keep you closer. His lips parted to let your tongue slip in and you willingly give in to his passionate strokes as your eyelids closed like his. Your soft lush lips were smooth against his own, and his hot breath tickled your nose as he bit your upper lip lightly. You only break out from the kiss for a bit to breathe and back to kissing him again until your bodies heated with each passionate motion, the midnight moon shining down to reveal the color of your eyes as you open them to see Childe gazing lovingly at you too, foreheads nearly touching each other.
Just when Childe sensed you had enough, you stopped kissing and the feeling of the kiss clung to each of your lips. The rush, the adrenaline, the feeling of sudden fuzziness, the comfort, the warmth, and the desperation to just hold each other forever in time... It feels great.
"Want to go for another one?" Childe asks as he looks at you, searching for answers. You blush at the question and admit it.
⇨To all Pantalone lovers or have yet to be... I have something to feed you~
Includes handcuffs, (tbh) a mix of gentle and rough sex (a bit ig???), squirting, begging, teasing, and dom Pantalone with sub reader.
▹PANTALONE X FEM BOTTOM READER
"My divine damsel... Everything is prepared." A voice says, deep and dulcet, dreamy in a modulated way. The starless night sealed within your room had you stuck in bed, eyes closed, waiting for him to come in. He had been busy for so long and it had been 4 nights since he laid with you awake. But behind the opened door, a faint dark blue glows and there stood the handsome richest harbinger himself, the puppeteer of businesses for the sake of attaining something from wealth, Pantalone.
"Say, missed me, did you not? Come on love, let's play a game. I know you're awake." He says playfully, a mistakingly innocent smile-like smirk etched on his face. The room was dark but you can tell that there's a twinkle of light coming from his hands... handcuffs.
"Uhm... Pantalone...?" You ask nervously as you stared at his pointer finger, the handcuff dangling from it and you remember well that this is not the first time. Why be so nervous though? His looking at you expectantly behind those eyeglasses, his lips with a mocking smile.
"Didn't I tell you to call me something else?" His voice asks, soothing yet cold at its finest that it reached some place within you that made you shiver. His tone is careful and loving but his words cut like icicles.
"Sorry... Boss." You aplogize, correcting yourself because you knew what happened the last time you didn't follow his rules. He was rough, restless, and too playful. You've got to watch your words.
Pantalone comes closer to you, his smile looking much sweeter and dangerous the more he looms over you. His eyes lay interestedly at you, your body covered in shiny satin cloth, exposing your body shape, making him starve. He wanted to stroke your curves, touch your skin, watch your gorgeous face look at him with a face that doesn't know what to expect. He wants to see what's underneath that barrier of cloth and savor every bit of it in bliss.
"B-Boss...?" You ask, wondering what he's doing as he begins taking off your satin sleepwear, starting from your shoulders then down. As the clothes you once wore slipped smoothly off of you, his eyes glinted with a familiar spark. Pleasure.
He never sees the point of you to wear undergarments during the nights so you never wore them since his your lover anyway. Now that your body is at its barest before him, he can't help but feel the surge of temptation to stare at your soft lush cunt. It would look so good dripping with his cum, breeded full as tears stream down your cheeks, your nipples being harder than they were before. You look so fuckable.
"Tell me, m'lady, what have you been doing these past days hm?" He asks you softly as he lies down on the bed next to you and you mistake it as a casual question. With you being busy to think about your answers, Pantalone unnoticibly began to put one of your hands handcuffed to the bed. You start from your daily routines up to the new hobbies you have for the past days and of course Pantalone can't help but find you funny. He meant something else.
"I-Ive just been painting a lot. Snezhnaya has beautiful snow. I've also been cooking for you." You say heartily at him and he glances at your genuine smile, his lips willingly returning it back to you.
"And I assume you're not pleasuring yourself?" He then asks as he nibbles your ear.
You paused. What does he mean by that? How did he-? You freeze, stuck into thinking of some sort of excuse when Pantalone suddenly lowers himself to face you, admiring the look of faint surprise on your face. You look so cute.
"Where's the answer m'lady?"
You stay silent. Looking away from his gaze, knowing that the shame and guilt you're feeling right now is not worth hiding. It's been so obvious so there's no point to...
"No. I haven't." You lied. Whatever the reason, it might be caused by the uncontrolled panic within you. Confident that somehow you have convinced him, you watch Pantalone position himself before your spreaded legs, the patient starving smile on his face not leaving at least once.
"Allow me then..." He says but the way he looked at you indicated that he might've known you were lying. You look at him confidently and he lowers himself to lick your lush cunt, the warm feeling of it sending a drop of desperation despite the first touch.
"Ah...." You lowly moan. It feels so good. You were just about to move a bit when you felt your hand handuffed to the bed. 'What?' You thought.
Pantalone continued drawing circles at your sweet wet spot, buried deep into your folds. His wet tongue licked places you never knew existed and the wet sounds of his lips kissing your soft cunt and sucking you expertly filled the room. Your tender flesh is starting to clench and unclench from the feeling, your thighs begging to close themselves but Pantalone kept them spreaded. You grab the covers tightly and wait for the high feeling to come.
"Ah... Pantalone please..." You lowly cry as he dives deeper into you, the feeling of his tongue making you wish he could go deeper, deeper, until he reaches your limit. You're starting to feel intoxicated. "You're so sensitive." He says with a laugh before parting your folds once more with his tongue. The way he keeps eye contact with you as he does it makes you even more turned on.
"Pantalone- Mmf-! More... Please-" You begged stutteringly but he didn't stop yet. His tongue fluttered just the right spot and it sent you to different galaxies before you even know it, causing you to tilt your pelvis, a pleasured soft moan coming out of your mouth, a music to his ears. It's only been 10 minutes, and you can already feel yourself tightening and turning weak. Your muscles spasmed and your breath turned quick. You're even shaking from the ache between your thighs. You began feeling bashful, you're not supposed to be this fast to pleasure. In fact, when you pleasure yourself, you can go for longer minutes but this one had you panting and begging for more. Your hand which was grasping the covers reached to cover your mouth, the other tightly handcuffed to the bed and you've been trying to remove it so you can touch his hair.
Suddenly, he stopped, looked up at you and asked calmly, "What did you call me again?" His face was neutral with a small smile.
At that moment, you knew you were in for something rough tonight.
"Pantalone...? I mean- Boss- I-" You stuttered but in the end you were speechless.
Pantalone positioned himself, your eyes growing wide at the realization and quickly trying to explain and apologize for forgetting what you should've kept call him. Like the usual Pantalone you knew, he shrugged it off and instead...
"No more excuses, my love. You've done another thing worth punishing you for."
Your hips tightened. "Another?" You ask.
"Didn't I tell you not to pleasure yourself without me?" He answers.
You swallowed. "I- I'm sorry. Pantalone... I-"
"Since you like my name so much, maybe when we get married is when you get to call me that. Won't you be a good girl to make it happen first?" That teasing smile just won't come off...
Your face heated at the question, your cunt clenched tight and clearly begging for him. Since you wanted it anyway, you nodded at him. "Good girl." He whispers, before touching one of your nipples, hard under his touch.
Pantalone gently grabbed your waist and guided you to turn over, his controlling gaze stopping you from disobeying and following him despite wanting to see his cock. As you faced the darkness before you in this almost pitch-black room, you hear the tiny sounds of unfastened metal. And the moment it was silent, you knew he was close to entering you at any moment now. You just have to wait.
"I wonder how many rounds you can last. Last time you only managed to get to the fourth, poor little girl. I had to watch you babble nonsense and turn crazy over me, it's a lustful sight to behold if you ask me." He says as he gets behind your ear, hot breaths tickling you. You feel yourself blushing and you look away, your neck exposed for him and begging for his lips but you were too shy to ask. Between your hips, you can feel his cock stroking your bum. Your heart beat fast everytime you feel it slide on your skin and with unlikely nervousness, you wondered just how you could take the pleasure of his cock this time. You hoped, that for once, you don't turn so weak. You feel so shy when you become over pleasured... but you do like it.
"Boss... please..." You begged, deep exhales coming out of your lips as Pantalone watched you get desperate for his cock. Juices came out of you and you feel the hot wetness of it, slick and pooling on the bed. "I can't- please- in me. Boss please-" You begged again and you feel your pussy throb when his tip nestled itself just on your folds.
"You just had to ask, you know?" He says and a loud satisfied moan slips out of you when he gently inserts his cock, stretching you so good, and filling up the emptiness perfectly. You can feel him so well and it feels so worth it. Your back arched at the feeling of it and you feel him bulge on your stomach. Your eyes closed because you knew Pantalone was staring at you, and you feel every bit of shame because his seen you so frenzied before as your rounds progress.
His pace was slow, tender, and rythmic. It feels almost comforting until it had been going on for too long and you realize he's teasing you.
"Pantalone- please...! Faster! Ah... ah... Please... please.... B-boss, s-sorry-!" Suddenly, your begging gets cut off as Pantalone unexpectedly plunges hard within you, his cock twitching hard inside you and you immediately held back your moans, hands aggressively gripping the covers and eyes wide with surprise. Pantalone's hands reached both your breasts, massaging them in a way that makes you feel weak and tired and you feel yourself sweating even more as you feel him not move inside you.
"Stop! Stop teasing me..." You say as you glance at him, slight frustration obvious on your cute face and it makes Pantalone smile even wider. "Only if you keep it quiet... Childe's on the other room you know?" He says.
If only you knew what you had requested, you would've at least allowed yourself to prepare much longer but it was already too late. Pantalone had already grabbed your thighs tightly when you were just about to rethink your decision.
Before you could even finish thinking, Pantalone began brutally thrusting inside of you, the sounds of skin bouncing across the walls. You thought Childe was on the other room?
You covered your mouth as your breath hitched, swallowing hard every possible loud moan as he thrusted continuously inside of you. Your folds tightened at the feeling of it and loud moans of pleasure threatened to get out of your mouth. This feels so frustrating. You want to see him thrusting in you and watch him get his climax but all you see is a dark wall. He's preventing you from looking at the only scene you begged to see everytime you pleasure yourself.
Despite the obvious weakness and shuddering you show beneath him, he still keeps going. You want to shout, praise, and stop him with your words but you had to be quiet. Sooner then, you feel yourself losing composure, your mouth drooling and your eyes pooling with tears of pleasure. It feels too much.
"Ah-! ah-! What do I do-?! Ah... Boss please-" You whisper low and pleading, your cunt already feeling abused from his ruthless pace and that's when you feel yourself shake, your eyes rolling back, as the feeling of climax takes over you. It felt so unexpected that your lips hung open and your body felt almost as if you no longer have control of it. You're just stuck in this bubble of intoxication, high with the feeling of arousal as he keeps plunging deep inside of you. Your body twitched at every hard thrust, almost every second, too fast, taking in every single moan just to be good enough for him.
"Boss-m-feel so good- Ah... Ah! M- Thank you- thank you- thank- Ah~!" You started moaning so loudly because you could no longer take it in and Pantalone plunges hard, deeper inside of you.
"Fu-fuck! Please- Ah...! Ah-! Ah... ah...!" You continue moaning just before he starts pulling out. His smile never leaving his face. You're a perfect mess.
"Oh... oh.... please. Ah... I love you..." You still continue moaning because you're still stuck in your orgasmic peak, Pantalone interestedly watching you as you babble random things even though his cock is already out.
"Mmfgh-! You feel so good- ah...." You moaned more, showing no signs of leaving your highness and Pantalone always finds this amusing of you but also why he loves fucking you. He chuckles lightly at the sight of you frenzied and lost, high and drunk.
"Now, for your punishment..." He suddenly says but you hear none of it, because your hearing is still muffled. He takes off your handcuff and positions you on his lap. He waits for you to calm down by giving soft pecks on your neck and gazing lovingly at you as he pinches your nipples.
"Mhmm... Pantalone...? Y-you there...ah..." You moan slowly, regaining your composure and control. Clearly, you're lost in your climax and you don't remember being repositioned but even worse, you feel dizzy and tired but you want to keep going. This adrenaline running in your veins keeps you going and you want him more. More. And more. Like a drug.
"Don't worry. We're getting to the best part." Pantalone says and he makes sure to whisper it so it sends chills down your spine.
As you opened your eyes dizzily, you felt something inside of you again. This time its his two fingers and they were slow and gentle like before. You melt on him, resting yourself on his body, still panting. Pantalone loved seeing you like this and for a few seconds, he admired you until he finally decides to insert his cock into your ass.
With your chest heaving up and down fast, you feel yourself let out a strangled moan, one that really had you cover your mouth so hard you feel yourself clenching your jaw. No, this is too good, you thought. Too much, you thought but his fingers knew the right places to touch. You couldn't even adjust yourself for him when he suddenly began to finger u fast while also slamming himself hard on your ass.
"Ah! Boss-! Please-! Ah!" Loud, helpless, and restless moans came out of you. This reckless pace and drunken feeling sending you to another climax. You don't know how long this can still go but you can't go on anymore, you need to- you need to let it all out- your pussy is swollen and so tight, trying at its best to hold it in when suddenly...
Something broke inside of you and wet juices gush out of your poor abused cunt as you begged, screamed, and moaned at the feeling. You squirted so unexpectedly that your hands gripped hard on your thighs, hard and promising bruises. It was the best thing Pantalone had ever laid his eyes on and you looked so tired and spent. Finally, Pantalone ends it all with one final hard thrust and you let out one last moan before he let's you settle on the bed, nothing inside you this time but his fingers that stroked your folds carefully and softly.
"Pantalone..." You whisper as the feeling of drowse began clouding your head.
"Don't worry..." He chuckles.
"You did well my love."
Pantalone loves you too much to even continue for another round. Your energy has been well spent on his desperate sexual desires but in the end, it was all worth it. He watches you breathe slowly, comfortable, soft, and unbothered. He kisses your forehead, and covers your body with the soft white blanket of yours and then he watches you sleep comfortably on your bed, peaceful and well. Although it had been only a few hours, dawn had finally rose and he had to leave your side for work once again.
But he will never let you go. Especially that he promised something you were too asleep to hear. Hopefully you see the letter left on your bedside, inside it, made from one of the most expensive and purest jades in Liyue, a wedding ring.
Here's hoping Childe doesn't question you about it tomorrow ;)
Apparently, I said something about writing a male version of this one in the tags but it messed with this post so I'm just writing it here. I will be adding the link on this post for the male reader version of this one once I post it and I finish writing it. Thank you ;) Also, stay safe.
↪ Just finished some Thoma hang out and I'm loving this malewife. His the type of man that won't leave every single house chore to his beloved. He a good boi <333 A very gud gud boi <3 (not in bed btw) Anyway, I need to write about him. Am starving for content about this man. Also, this is smut. Be careful.
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Thoma is a man of adorable charm. A helper of the kamisato siblings, filled to the brim with an enthusiastic spirit and even with attractive kindness. Although most of his relationships are rather transactional, partly because of him, this absolute walking cinnamon roll chose to see your relationship as a more intimate one.
You see, Thoma may look like an average person on the outside but that's the only part of him that most witness. Those fated to witness the torrid pricks of his ruthless fire never would want to mess with him, a pyro visioned boy.
When you two meet up some time in Inazuma, he does this cutesy thing where he teases you and compliments you until your cheeks flushed. You two would feed and accompany the dogs and cats in town, enjoying that of the lovely breeze and the music of nature. Thoma also is really into touch so he touches you a lot. Many body contact.
There are times when Thoma gets all touchy. His the type of person to really express himself towards you with the use of touch. So he'll simply wrap his arms around your waist and hold you close while laughing sweetly at your jokes or smelling your hair. Even sometimes, he sneaks a little ear bite or an unexpected peck on the lips. He loves touching your hip and rubbing his hand on them. To Thoma, touching is his way of showing his most beloved posession.
Although Thoma doesn't resort to sexual moves immediately during the relationship, when you two have been quite longer together and finally knows you're ready, he makes sure to ask with your consent and also asks if you're comfortable on the bed. However, don't let this overly careful side of Thoma trick you because the moment things start escalating, you're not walking properly tomorrow.
Thoma loves to see your face thrilled and overly pleasured by his two fingers, stretching you out and teasing you by not stroking your clit. The tears that stain your cheeks, the flushed look on your face and the way you look so small beneath him, trying to squirm away from his grasp but also begging helplessly for more. Your hands were tightly held up by his other hand, pressed hard on the bed so they don't reach down to disturb his plans of playing with you. His underwear is still on and it makes you feel like it's a bit unfair that yours isn't.
"Come on my love, a little more won't hurt. Would it? You're doing so good, might as well add a little bit of challenge hm?" He says while humming softly at your ear, finding each breathless moan out of your mouth extremely arousing. That innocent smile and pure look he has on is not something to fall for. Just behind your thigh, you can feel his desperate erection. The way it looks as if it could penetrate his clothes at any moment now intimidates you. How would such thing fit inside you?
His two fingers inside you felt exhilirating and now he's about to enter another. The way they stretched you out so good but couldn't even rub your clit at least once is pissing you off. You feel so sore and tight right now. This is the third time you're cumming and he still hasn't put himself inside you yet. Why can't he just get there? You decided to push yourself down so he could get even deeper, that numbing spot not far off his inserted fingertips now when suddenly he stopped you and pulled his fingers out before you could even cry out another beg. Another wave of tears came streaming down your cheeks.
"Not bad but such a reckless move. You had your chance, sad to say you weren't able to get what you want so soon, my love." He says teasingly, your wet folds feeling emptier than before. A surge of frustration welled up inside you, you're starting to feel riled up. You need more. You needed him back in. "Thoma..." You cried out frustratedly. You're getting tired with your orgasm being cut off. This is not the Thoma you know but instead someone hungry but proud of seeing you as a mess his created. You kept chanting his name exhaustedly, in the hopes that maybe Thoma can keep it going and just numb you all over finally and for a moment it felt endless with Thoma's green emerald eyes mocking you until finally he puts his three fingers inside your desperate folds.
"Come on baby, you can do better. Entering you isn't supposed to be so hard, so I'm here to prepare you." He coos and at that moment you were expecting him to go slow but you were shocked when his fingers suddenly caught that numbing spot and continued thrusting ruthlessly inside of you. Your juices dripped out of your wet cunt noisily and Thoma grinned at the sight of it. You feel and look so good. "Thoma- Thoma- Th-Thoma- S-st-stop-" You begged, your insides clenching his fingers tight while the feeling of orgasm came crashing in and your hearing went muffled. Your body shook uncontrollably at the strong sense of pleasure as Thoma continued thrusting his fingers fast and deep into you while showering you with praises.
"You look so good baby. You're doing better. Your body looks so perfect. But not too loud now... we don't want anyone to ruin the session or else you'll be riled up again." He tells you as your loud moans penetrated the walls. He then plants a passionate, slow but romantic kiss onto your lips and your poor abused cunt goes tighter. "You take me in so good baby. You're so tight, poor thing." He teasingly smiles while looking down at your cute exhausted and overly pleasured face. You feel so tired but you didn't want to give up yet. You need him. One more. Just one last. "Thoma... One- m- more" You whisper to him before you feel yourself slowly drifting to sleep. You can still control yourself but you feel really tired right now. All the energy from earlier was gone but your body is still yearning. Yearning for him to fill you up.
He kisses your forehead and your eyes shut but then u feel Thoma positioning himself on the bed. "Thoma...?" You lowly cry out but he doesn't answer. You then forced your eyes to open after a few seconds of waiting for his response and there before you, is his cock dripping and wet with precum. "Please..." He says, low and different. His eyes looked up at you, expectant. His back bent down like a dog pleading for food. Its as if all the dominance he showed off earlier suddenly left. He's stroking himself now and his precum is dripping on your pelvis. Your hands, no longer unbinded, reached his hair to pull him closer until his tip settled close inside you, indicating that he should do it.
"You really thought it was that easy?" He suddenly asks, a smirk appearing on his lips. Before you know it, Thoma began to thrust, so deep and unexpected but he doesn't stop. He continued. Your walls ached and squeezed him tight and his groans were not hidden but loud and pleading. His ruthless thrusts were making your folds wet with juices and you couldn't control yourself anymore. You feel his hands grasp the covers tight as his grunts gave tickling hot breaths to your ear. Everything felt like a swirl. Everything was confusing, muffled, good, intoxicating, and high. You can't quit this just yet. Thoma grabbed both of your thighs, strong and tight fingers that promised bruises. His thrusts were faster than before.
"Thoma- I- I-" You feel so full. Your body feels sore from overpleasure. His drive is sending you to multiple orgasmic peaks at this point and you're beginning to see stars.
"Thoma- I- Give me- Thoma-" You can't even finish your sentence.
"I'm close, please. Just a little more, love." He says and your moans get louder. The room feels a lot hotter than before and the sounds of your unholy session went past walls. Luckily, no one's home at the moment.
"I'm cumming, baby. Take me in good." Thoma finally tells you, low and rough as you feel him panting on your shoulder, busy thrusting hard inside you and making sure you both feel satisfied. You feel another surge of orgasm as your juices gush out of you once more, your boobs feeling really sore and sensitive from bouncing hard and wishing for it to end. That is when you feel something warm and thick filling you up, your insides clenching again at the feeling of it. His cum was thick and many that you feel it ooze out of you while Thoma quietly pulled out.
"Baby... you're so beautiful. Wearing nothing and dripping wet with my cum." He says as he watches you, lying down tired and pleased on his bed. Your flower openly displayed before him to admire.
"I'm sorry I have to rile you up, my love. But what can you say if this is what you get in exchange." He tells you and you admit to him.
"Thoma... I think I can't walk tomorrow." You whisper to him with a smile as your eyes drifted shut, your hand still able to reach for his head to stroke his hair. "Not to worry my love. We'll just make excuses." He tells you with a kiss on the forehead, spooning you and resting a bit to calm down.
After a few minutes of rest, he prepares a hot tub for the both of you. He carries you carefully towards there and while you're busy washing yourself, his cleaning up the bed and soon is going to join you.
"You look so cute earlier. Helpless and breedable-" before he could even continue his sentence, mocking you for being a bottom, you nudge him hard on the tub. "Ow, that hurts." He says with a smile as he rubs his shoulder that you hit. "You better be careful with your words because I'm making sure you're going to be the one to beg for me Thoma." You finally say, ending it with one triumphant silence as you glanced away, Thoma right next to you trying to ask when it will happen.
Seems like his asking for it afterall.
This took dayzzzz. Like I mean, daysss, a whole lot of them but don't worry, am posting a continuation of something soon, stay tuned ya'll 😭
Kaeya and Diluc childhood headcanons because I love them💓(´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)
Have some headcanons about these two lovely siblings. <3
Anyway, go follow me for more of these, ehe~ Ty!!
Kaeya actually once tried to sneak wine from the mansion during midnight because he didn't know there was a certain age allowed for drinking
It was late at night. They sleep at around 7:00pm so him and Diluc can wake up early to train their swordsmanship skills, however, Kaeya could not sleep and felt too awake to do so although the clock already chimed 12:00 am. Boredom is something he finds as an opportunity to do things his never done before and so, ideas began forming inside his head. Suddenly, curiosity made him out of bed, to the wine bottles' storage room inside their mansion, his eyes staring directly with wonder at one of the wine bottles. He thought that maybe Diluc would want some too but convinced himself that he probably already drank a lot because he had stayed longer here. Afterall, he is the real son. Kaeya cautiously peeked outside the room & saw that no one was there, a wine bottle tightly held by his small arms. Kaeya quickly tried to uncork the bottle but couldn't, the exact moment a candle light made its way down the stairs to head to the first floor bathroom, stopping for a moment, a few paces away from the wine storage room Kaeya was in. By the time Kaeya lowly groaned with pain because the cork was too tight, the candle light was a few meters away from is face and he slowly looked up scaredly, expecting his new father Crepus but-
"Kaeya, what are you doing?! What in the-? Kaeya! You're not in the right age to drink yet!" Diluc exclaims as he snatches the bottle away from him, confusion all over Kaeya's face in return. "You're going to make father mad! Plus, you're too young! Wine won't do you good!" Diluc told him sternly as Kaeya silently stared back, shock all over his face. Diluc sighed and put the bottle back on one of the shelves, calmly telling his brother, "Kaeya, there's such thing as legal drinking age and trust me, you can wait until that day comes. Don't rush. Come on now, let's head you back to our room but I will use the bathroom first." And with this, Kaeya obediently follows and nods in response, removing worry from his brother's head.
Diluc thought he could muster not drinking grape juice when Kaeya challenged him
"Absolutely stupid," Diluc muttered. He shot him a glare, his blue eyed brother staring back at him with a playful smirk. "Oh, but you accepted it. Too late, I guess?" His brother mischieviously tells him, sitting on the opposite side of a Monstadt board game on the floor. It's a simple board game that needed a dice to get the characters to move to the finish line, however, Kaeya thought 3 steps back or 7 misturns were stupid punishments so, he instead suggested that if one lands on an unlucky tile, the person gets challenged by their opponent. Diluc agrees excitedly, unaware of his brother's intentions until he landed on the first unlucky tile and he was challenged by Kaeya not to drink grape juice for an entire week.
"No." Diluc finally says with a serious look. Kaeya furrows his eyebrows at him and tries to guilt trip him by reminding him that he agreed on it. And so, Diluc agrees, confident in himself that he could achieve such thing but also because Kaeya's voice slowly deteriorates his brain cells. 'The audacity of this orphan-' but he shook the thought away.
It was a Wednesday afternoon, Crepus was busy managing the winery & looking out onto the window when he heard small stiffled snivels behind him. He turned around to his right to see his red haired son stiffling a cry, holding in his breath as if that would stop some tears from falling off his cheeks. His blue haired brother stood to his left, guilt and worry overtaking his entire being. "It was just a game..." Kaeya mutters, low and apologetic, almost filled with regret as he looked down. Diluc wipes a few tears off his cheeks before holding it in didn't make sense anymore and he just lets them all gushing out. "KAEYA CHALLENGED ME NOT TO DRINK GRAPE JUICE FOR A WEEK! *sniffle* *sniffle* I- I can't- can't..." He pauses, bracing himself to burst, "do it!" and then an entire pool of tears just came down before his father could even comfort him. His father kneels before him on one foot, a concerned look on his face. "It's not that I hate him for it. I'm just disappointed that I can't do it. I'm so upset. It should be easy but I really need my grape juice. I miss my grape juice so much. It's been like two days." Diluc tells his father, snivelling.
Kaeya rolls his eyes and mutters something beneath his breath, "Yeah, two days Diluc." with such annoyance and to his surprise, Crepus was actually looking at him but chuckling at the same time. "It's just a game Diluc. If you can't do it, you can tell your brother." Crepus tells Diluc while trying at his hardest to hide his laugh, trying to make eye contact when Diluc suddenly looked up, eyes so tender and sad from tears, "BUT HE SAID I AGREED AND I SHOULD DO IT NO MATTER WHAT!" He shouted, a defeated tone so madly said that Crepus actually felt bad. Now Kaeya really wants to shrink and disappear from the entire world. This is his end. His going to get disowned here and his mission won't be a success at all. He'd be a living failure for Khaenri'ah just because of a grape juice issue. Crepus sighs and smiles back at Kaeya, meeting his eyes, "Will you please let your brother drink grape juice?" He asks him kindly. Kaeya suddenly felt disappointed. He wanted to see what would happen to Diluc if he didn't drink grape juice for a while but maybe his seen everything now, guess he should just say yes? And so, Kaeya allows him, Diluc's cries finally ending slowly and quietly, calming himself as his father chuckles at the two.
Kaeya once had a rare starconch with a twin stuck onto it so he kept it by his bedside everyday until Diluc broke it
"You broke my unique starconch!!!" Kaeya yells at Diluc who seems to be brushing off crushed shell pieces from his left foot. "That was my favorite, brother Diluc. It's extremely rare. It was so pretty too..." Kaeya says before he felt his heart crush. Diluc sighs and meets his brother's gaze, "I'm sorry." He says but Kaeya was too sulky that the apology only sounded pathetic and nonsense. He planned to tell their father but that thought stopped him from his tracks. It's fine though, he seems like a real father now anyway. Surely, Father Crepus would consider him too.
Kaeya tells their father Crepus and Crepus pinches the bridge of his nose, his mind fighting off the stress and balancing his attention to his sons and the paperwork before him. He stands up from his desk, tired. "I'll talk to Diluc about it okay? We'll find you another one... don't worry." Crepus tells his adopted son, only for him to reply, "No, it's rare." And he sulkily goes back to his room, covering himself with his blanket on his bed, avoiding any social activity.
The sun had already left the sky and Kaeya had not once left his bed since the rainy afternoon. He was too busy being upset over his broken rare starconch, thanks to Diluc for being the culprit. He can't help being so bothered by it especially that he doesn't get rare treasures too often. Perhaps, this might've been the first time. Kaeya had to admit though, lying down can be pretty tiring. He kind of wants to do... starconch picking again. That's when the door of he and Diluc's room opened, Kaeya immediately glancing at the door only to see Diluc with a bucket of starconches before his father who stood by the doorway. Kaeya looked at them, mouth slightly wide open, awestruck. The starconches on the top of the bucket we're the rare ones. Three... no, four... no, there's a lot. Diluc looks at him shyly, his face angled a bit down.
"I felt bad so... I asked if father and I can go starconch picking and found 16 of those rare starconches. Well... I didn't pick them but, there was a kind merchant selling it under the rain. We gave him a free umbrella too." Diluc shyly tells him, still guilty of causing the incident.
"So, you bought it?" Kaeya asks him.
"Yeah..." He slowly answers, glancing at his brother then down and repeat.
There was nothing but an awkward silence for a long while that Crepus actually had to nudge Diluc to do something to his rarely silent brother, looking down with still a sad face. "Sorry Kaeya. Come on now. I picked a lot for you. You can have all the rare starconches in the world and I'll willingly pick them all out for you." Diluc tells him as he walks over to his brother, joining him by his bedside, the bucket of starconches, heavy on his hands. Kaeya glances up at him, only to recieve an awkward, quick, and unexpected hug from his red-haired brother. They stare at each other after the hug and they pause, processing what just happened, not noticing that Crepus had already left the scene. It felt so awkward that Kaeya and Diluc burst out laughing.
Sorry this was long!! However, I'll be putting a part 2 my beloveds <333 I hope you guys enjoyed my writing. I absolutely love Kaeya (and Diluc but Kaeya Supremacy) 💖(´▽｀)
Warning: Angst & Tragic ‖ Characters: You x Dainsleif
(traveler in the story is not the reader but either Aether or Lumine)
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"I am yours. For now." Dainsleif mutters, purposely trying his best to make it almost inaudible with a neutral face. You followed him as he takes a step up on a big smooth stone before looking far into the sunset, golden and beautiful with raging flames.
Both of you had always visited this specific mountain, covered with god-woven quilt of bright green grass that swayed at the slightest blows of invisible magic and sometimes golden under the sun's glowing warm touch. It's soil with bountiful splashes of colors that blotted the undergrowth became attraction to butterflies cheerfully hopping after the other. The trees above stones stood tall only to crane their necks when the mischievious fingertips of the wind decides to bend them. A harmonious background noise of chirping birds and buzzing insects accompanied the scenery adding a naturely atmosphere. You caught his words despite the wind that whistled to your ears and a cloud of worry took form in your head, quick enough to make your heart beat faster. "What does he mean 'for now'?"
"Dain?" You called him. He only stared at the sunset. Eyes never meeting yours. "Dain." You say, adding slight intensity as you say it. His gaze meets your confused expression, only to look back at the sunset when he calmly answers. "I don't know when I will have to go. Khaenri'ah is still before me and the closer their revengeful spirits reach us, the more closer Teyvat is to its doom. When they make their first successful and deadly move, I will have to step up. By that time, it's best to not get involved."
Your heart sank. What was he talking about? You had done everything to understand the history of Khaenri'ah and Teyvat, burying your head between dusty pages and listening to your beloved's reminiscing during sleepless nights. You tried to understand it for the both of you. What more could you not understand?
"Why wouldn't I get involved? What more couldn't I understand?" You ask him, your cheerful mood disappearing as your heart turned fragile.
"It's best not to. You're... too... innocent." He says, apologetic and yet his face showed no sign of emotion, his eyes focused directly on the sunset.
"Why? But you're innocent too. Or you think I can't fight? Is it because I do not have a vision?" You ask him, the rising heat of offense settling within your questioning heart.
"It may be that." He admits. You feel yourself stabbed in the gut.
"But I want to fight alongside you." You tell him. A plead, a way to convince your lover.
"I... won't allow it." He replies, this time, a hint of worry across his face. Sometimes you felt envious of the traveler. Having no vision and yet being able to manipulate the elements at their own will and having to accompany your lover in most of his travels.
"Look, I know I'm important to you but-"
"You're not helping." He says, cutting you off.
That's the last thing you wanted to hear at this state. Broken. Fragile. Hurt and hopeless. At the verge of crying.
"I..." Your mind went blank. Your body felt out of control, frozen. You feel speechless, not knowing what else to do next because you had never anticipated it to come at this point.
"You will never be able to help. My feelings cloud my judgements and worsen the outcomes of my actions. With that, comes regret." He tells you, not holding a word back. You felt so hurt, you want to clutch your clothes with tight fists.
"Then why did you agree to be with me?" You ask, tears coming down your cheeks but he doesn't glance at you. Not once.
"Because you pleaded and I considered it. I did not regret any of it. Loving you is a granted wish and so I spent days with you to experience what it is like being loved. But those days are coming to an end, because the memory of being with you and being loved by you is enough for me. We have played our parts, it's about time I close my heart and you open yours for others." He answers,
"I will never be the man enough for you, my loved one. I, unlike those that put you first, have bigger priorities than you. I will love you until the end but I am afraid I will never be there for you in the future because that is not the man that I am. This world is a splendid place but being together forever won't be suited for us here. I am afraid that there are answers I seek and I am not content not knowing them. If I was a different man, I'd accompany you even after death."
It was at that moment that you faltered, an unbearable pain swelling within your chest. Thorns of anger, betrayal, and sadness pricking your already bleeding heart. You left him angrily but he didn't follow and that alone made your disappointment for him to burn you down. It hurt so much you wished you had never loved him.
Now you're on top of the same mountain, painting the scenery, without the man that loves you. When the memory flashes before your eyes, your fingers curl to a fist, tight around the paint brush you're holding, "Damn you," You curse under your breath. "Dain..." His name felt like wrath on your tongue and you hated him so much but the remnants of your love for him never left and it is so strong despite the curseful hatred that boils your blood.
Now, as the traveler you and Dainsleif knew approaches you, you felt your body turn to ashes. Final words being said by a voice not your own but of a decieved fool by the Fatui. "Tell Dain... Tell Dain I loved him. Tell Dain that I searched for him but I couldn't find him. Tell Dain that I used to be his living lover. Take care of him for me. I wished I was you." You never thought your last words would be about him and revealing your envy for the traveler but in the end, his all you ever asked for. When he left, you lost half your soul, the remaining being chained to a cryo delusion. As you breathed out your last cold air, the traveler before you held theirs, surprised at what you had just said.
This is a series of Genshin characs getting worried of you and this is part 2.(Gender Neutral, nothing violent, no trigger warnings)
Part 1: Ningguang and Beidou is here
.*.*. This part includes: Chongyun
Coming soon: Razor, Diluc, Bennett, Xingqiu, Kaeya, and Albedo .*.*.
It's rainy when I wrote this and I got really cozy T-T Enjoy.
Chongyun The Exorcist
It is a good day in Liyue Harbor. The sky is as blue as his eyes & the air as cold as the popsicle he's chewing. The view before him is a pleasing picturesque. The last time he looked at this view, the person most special to him stood in the middle of it.
That's when he starts to wonder, "Where are you?" Expecting your presence.
He asks the locals in Liyue Harbor but only Katheryne of the Adventurer's Guild was able to give him a specific answer...that you were in Monstadt hanging out with some guy named Bennett.
Why didn't you tell him? He thought, slightly confused.
Katheryne talked about Bennett for a while and he was able to get to know him. He thanks Katheryne for this & leaves, happy for you to have a new friend & wonders when you might be able to come back.
He doesn't get too worried at all. In fact, he happily eats one of his popsicles on the way home.
Until one week, two weeks, then three weeks... has passed & you're still not in Liyue Harbor. From a calm mind, to a storm of unfortunate thoughts.
That's when the wave crashes down on him. Did you forget about him? Was he even on your mind when you left? Why haven't you come back? Did you get sick? Were you done with him? Was he tiring to be with? Did he do something wrong? Or perhaps, you and Bennett got unlucky?
He can't keep still. He's frantically pacing here & there, convincing himself that 'it's okay, just breathe slowly' and to 'just eat popsicles'. However, he is still very worried of you, his other piece, his sunshine. You didn't send him any letters. Something bad must've happened and he needed to do something as your friend.
He prays to the Gods that you will come back & never leave him again, anxious as he runs his fingers through his hair.
He plans to help your friend Bennett too, determined to get rid of his unlucky energy. Cute (> o <)
Katheryne suggests him to use the way points, which he does use and instead of enjoying the free winds of a nation new to him called Mondstadt, he pays no heed to any of it and proceeds to ask locals if they spotted you. You were all he had in mind.
One said they saw you laughing with a white-haired kid just outside the entrance of Monstadt. Another said they were saved by you when a ruin guard came after them during their ruin research. He asks if you ended up being fine, concern written all over his face, but they said they had already ran away but he shouldn't worry because you were with a guy who seems to have a pyro vision.
His feelings were sort of playing him. He feels assured but he also isn't sure. He feels replaced.
He then walks across the noisy pavements of Monstadt, his heart sinking at every step & his lungs feeling tight with anxiety. He's pouting.
He walks up to a knight, asks if he has seen you & he replies that you were with Barbara in the cathedral being aided.
His heart drops. His body tenses with shock & he immediately taks out his popsicle as the knight stares at him confusingly. He explains to him with a few deep inhales & stutters, making an effort to control himself correctly.
He explains that he is an exorcist from Liyue. Although the knight sees this bizarre as there's nothing demonic about you, he starts understanding when he says that you two are very close people.
He asks the knight about what happened to you & he says that you catched a fever. Deep down, he feels so sorry that he isn't there for you.
"I hope their fever isn't so bad." He whispers to comfort himself, wishing the Gods heard it too.
Before he enters the cathedral, he lets out a big sigh. His body releases the stress but his mind might've not. His mind seemed too busy of you.
The doors were pushed open, his hands cold as ice. His heart beat loudly against his chest as he walked across the row of empty seats and then he sees you, sitting on a wooden bench, safe.
There was a rush of joy within him after seeing you and it felt like snuggling under warm blankets on a rainy night.
He then hurries to question your situation with so much worry, his arms ready to envelope you with warmth & love.
Genshin Characs getting worried of you. (Gender Neutral, nothing violent, no trigger warnings)
.*.*. Includes: Ningguang & Beidou
A twinge of worry Part 2 (Chongyun) here
Coming soon: Razor, Diluc, Bennett, Xingqiu, Kaeya, and Albedo .*.*.
Enjoy, my beloveds!!! ehe~ It took a while for me to make this, please enjoy my writing and if you don't it's fine. (>.<)
Am down bad for them I swear- Starting off with the fems <3333
Lady Ningguang
Ningguang is not one to pay less attention to details like time. To her, time is important and not a moment of it is worth wasting. She always gets her hand to work, her lips to negotiate certain trades in Liyue, and her mind on opportunities that could help her gain more mora.
When it comes to you though, time never becomes a waste. Whatever situation you two have before you is manageable and exciting.
She wouldn't really be worried at first, that is until the night sky had already covered Liyue and you are nowhere inside the Jade Chamber.
She feels uneasy, like there is a missing part of her. She clears her mind by trusting you & shakes the feeling away, purposely distracting herself by dealing with more workloads but also expects your arrival anytime soon and yet, the Jade Chamber remains without your presence. It feels cold, boring, and lonely for some odd reason.
Seriously, just go home T-T She's looking down on Liyue from the high floating Jade Chamber. Looking at every direction, expecting your figure to be spotted anytime soon.
She paces CALMLY here and there. Collecting her thoughts on your sudden late home arrival.
Literally starts to think something bad or strange was up. (Hoping her rivals *ehe-ehem* Northland bank *ehem* did not do anything bad to you)
Professionally handles her worriedness and sits by her work desk, sipping hot tea while yours remain full and steaming.
Bestie it's like... 1:00 am and you're still not home. (T_T*) Ningguang had only rested for an hour. Afterall, work really is tiring for she pours all her efforts into it.
Not gonna lie, she's a little frustrated and she's not going to hide it. The fact that you told her you were only going out a bit to pick berries (Not me singing the berries and cream song T-T Am sorry) and flowers and visit your relative for a short while in the morning then not inform her that you're not going home early kind of makes her confused and bothered especially that she doesn't know where you are.
You are friends, close indeed. Very close that she's beginning to have the urge to go down from the Jade Chamber to find you because she is really worried and bothered when you're suddenly gone.
She does handle things well so this time, she suspects that you probably stayed with your relative but she couldn't erase the feeling that something felt wrong. Her feet felt like they would walk down to Liyue to find you on their own.
Suddenly, you burst open the door, rushing to get inside the Jade Chamber absolutely soaking wet (I would be for Ningguang too) and you go sneaking your way through your bedroom on tippy toes because you already know how stupid it was for you not to inform Ningguang of your late arrival but Ningguang and you lock eyes as she sat by her desk, drinking her second glass of tea. Yours probably had turned cold.
You feel embarrassed. Shy. Ningguang looks at you with combined expressions. Its like a mix of worry, surprise, and "why did you not tell me?" look. You just, stare. A long stare at each other. Then you open your mouth, no words come out. Second try. Nothing still. Third, "I just-" Okay you failed, one more time. "I wandered too far when picking up berries." You said, admitting your recklessness. It sounds so stupid you want to cover your face.
She asks you where you have been, what happened, if you're alright or if you're hurt. She wraps you with a blanket, calls her servants to give you things of comfort, cooks for you, and chats for a while as you eat though she frankly admits that she's disappointed her sleeping schedule is ruined and worse, that you didn't concern yourself of her or at least thought about her might staying up until you go home late after "picking berries".
You were actually hanging out with Beidou on her ship because she invited you while you we're picking berries and ended up being naughty kids on wine. Beidou may or may not have been drunk and nudged you too hard while laughing at a joke that you fell out of the ship and onto the seawater. Sailor Furong had to help you out lmao.
Captain Beidou Beedo Beedo
Drinks along with The Crux members at dusk, enjoying a good time for rest then starts to notice your missing presence. Her loudness suddenly ending into confused silence.
Literally pauses and looks around the ship with a "Where are they?" type of face for she was expecting you.
"They're supposed to be here." She says and The Crux members look around for a sign of you.
Although she did covince the others you'll be on the ship soon and maybe you just had been a little late to arrive, she has a feeling you're not... coming? "What's going on?" Her mind echoes.
She's confident in trusting you & thought maybe you had been busy. Deep down this woman wants to explore all of Teyvat to find you because this is the only time she won't be sailing, why in Teyvat are you not with her?
She has a match to host later night & it will take long months before she experiences another day without work in mind. Don't get her wrong, Beidou loves sailing & hosting duels but the fact that she rarely sees you due to it makes her miss you. Although she just straight up hides it.
She complains slightly about you not being on the ship & tells everyone in The Crux that she's leaving the ship to find you. Fully determined & willing to find her friend who's the perfect companion when it comes to compatible humor, she sets down the ship to the grounds of Liyue Harbor.
She just wants a laugh. Where are you?
Starts asking everyone at Liyue Harbor on where you might've been incuding Lady Ningguang who apologetically says no and Beidou low-key feels irritated and confused about it. Though, she doesn't make it obvious because... isn't she at the highest place, can't she just- like- look down and find you?
Looks down from the Jade Chamber, filled with determination to find you because the flood of worry is filling her head. Her mind is a pool of thoughts on things that might've happened to you.
Did you ride the ship and fell off by accident and nobody noticed? No. The Crux is well aware of visitors on the ship and there were none.
She starts to slowly lose hope but proceeds to find you anyway, asking here and there that even Xiangling can't help but notice the concern written all over her face. That is until the clock hit midnight and she is so upset her time was wasted over finding you and not being able to find you afterall.
She is pissed. She knows how to control her emotions so she just considers it an automatic "it's okay" type of situation though she'll scold you a bit and let you know that she was expecting you and- archons- just- why aren't you with her? You promised that every dusk, you'll be ready to ride the ship which happens most of the time and you never fail to inform her when you're not going.
Soon enough, she walks back to the ship only to... see you, there.
Beidou feels so tired of everything. If she was reckless, she would've left her sanity at this point. She spent 5 hours looking for you and how absolutely amazing that you were in the ship afterall. (She's dying inside, poor captain) She could've drank, laughed, joked, and discussed many things if only you informed her you'd be arriving late. She feels like much time had been wasted & she couldn't help being bothered. Of course she's calling you out to The Crux cause she's disappointed.
That disappointment gets brushed away the moment you smile at her happily, even hugging her on the way. You looked fancy & smelled nice, she had noticed.
"I went to Yun Jin's opera! She always bedazzles me!" You excitedly say, your words coming out a bit slurred due to the wine & Beidou rolls her eyes. You've been there all along and she didn't find you amidst the crowd. She wants to slap herself.
"Oh, did you enjoy it? How about informing me next time that you're not coming?"
Her tone suddenly catches you off guard. Uhm... is she angry? You were really thinking deep about it. Uh oh.
"I'm going now. Ship's sailing. To the island, we go! We have a match to host."
She walks back to the ship & you accompany her, mumbling words of apology while she whispers how worried she is of you.
“Paimon’s getting a little dizzy...” The little so-called floating emergency food says, her eyes blinking slowly.
You two had been walking for hours on Springvale, looking for Draff’s message parcels that just went missing after you accidentally frightened a few of his messenger pigeons and even ended up killing one. Gotta have those fowls so the next time you fight monsters you have something to help yourself. Draff thought the best punishment would be to use you as the messenger instead but it had been three hours and—Oh, Lord Barbatos, end our misery—you thought. You have not found a single parcel. Perhaps, maybe the winds could help by blowing the parcels towards you and maybe you and Paimon can go begging for it to happen in front of one of the statue of the sevenths here in Monstadt instead of suffering under the hot spears of daylight.
“Paimon really doesn’t wanna do it anymore...” Paimon complains exhaustedly although all she ever did was float around. Is it that hard to defy gravity?
You sighed, your shoulders drooping tiredly at your sides as you feel your knees ache. The birds chirped around you and the humidity rose as sweat trickled down your skin.
Behind you, Draff kept yelling, “Found them parcels yet?!!! You little mischievious travellers!” He sounded too angry you bet he had smoke coming out of his nostrils. Although you wished to reply with a yes, it would be a lie and isn’t it quite shameful you can fight hilichurls and finish them off for 5 seconds and yet when it comes to finding parcels, under three hours, you still have found none?
While the pang of shame and guilt takes over you, you thought about your reckless actions. You knew training pigeons is very difficult although you haven’t tried it. You we’re really sorry for what you have done but you really want to rest now, your legs would turn paper at this point.
“Wait!” Paimon suddenly exclaims, eyes wide and body reenergized as she glanced at you with a look like she just thought of the best idea ever. ‘It better be good’, you thought. Her ideas aren’t that great most of the time like when you we’re tired after a journey to Dawn Winery and Paimon suggests you two drink wine. That would make you two drunk obviously but it seems Paimon hadn’t used her brain juice.
“Let’s go talk to Lisa and let her order Amber to do it for us!” She excitedly suggests, her little feet bobbing up and down. Her eyes looked like stars and her smile way too happy.
“Oh, it’s my fault, Paimon. You shouldn’t really be searching with me. I was the one who did the trouble anyway. I don’t need anybody else doing it for me.” You tell her, your face and body with obvious weakness as you proceeded to walk straightly onto the grass with Paimon trailing behind you. You wiped the sweat from your forehead off with your left arm.
“Let’s give it a rest, shall we? We camp outside all the time and our serenitea pot is under maintenance of Miss-Granny-Adeptus because it seems we dropped it and things just got a little bit messed up inside so... uh... Oh no... where did my brain juice go...” Paimon’s words trail off as she racks her head for places to go to that is suitable for resting. You and Paimon thought about it in silence while the heat made you two sweat even more, hot burning needles pricking your skin. You want to sleep so badly and just forget the sun’s burning rays.
“Oh, I know! The library! Lisa! Lisa is nice, come on!” Paimon exclaims happily.“Let’s just tell Draff that Amber will do it instead because you don’t look... alright...” Paimon’s excitement leaves as her words trailed off to silence. She noticed your eyes shutting and held you as support to help you walk but noticed your feet trudge slowly through the dirt. Soon enough, concern was written all over her face.
“Paimon will tell Draff about your condition, stay here.” She said as she leaves you to find Draff. Now, you are left alone, under the shade of an apple tree as drowsiness weighed your eyelids down. Suddenly, something caught your eye. Something red, abyss mage? No. The apples? Not the apples, but it looked like a baron bunny being hit by a bunch of hilichurls.
As the shade provided comfort, you sat and watched while the baron bunny explodes. The hilichurls went burning to ashes and they disappeared into the wind, leaving not a trace of ash onto the ground. You soon caught sight of Amber, jumping out of a tree trunk vigilantly then spotting you with furrowed eyebrows.
“Are you ok?” She asks you worriedly and you tell her what happened. You tell her too about what you feel at the moment and Paimon’s suggestion to which Amber reluctantly agrees and takes the punishment for you to have a rest in Lisa’s library.
As the floating creature went back to you, she locked eyes with the unexpected Amber.
“Paimon has informed Dra- AhHhH! Oh. Well, hello Amber!” Paimon greets her shakily after getting scared by her red outfit. “Paimon thought you were a pyro abyss mage.”
Amber laughs.
“Oh? Hahaha! With my size and you still thought I looked like an abyss mage?”
Amber asks cheerfully as she puts a hand on her hip.”Seriously, I’m too far to look anything like them.”
“Well, you’re wearing red...” Paimon tells her.
“Paimon. Amber agreed to do the task for us. What did Draff say?” You ask the floating friend.
“Oh, he’s really mad. Hehe. Though, he didn’t give me a clear answer because he said fine then have a rest because you’re a hard-working traveller after all but also that he didn’t want to treat you too nicely just because you saved Dvalin.” Paimon answers. “It seems he must be really mad because you killed one of his beloved pigeons.” Paimon finishes as she shrugs.
You let out a heavy sigh, leaving everything else behind as you lay your head on the apple tree trunk to sleep. Amber and Paimon began to chat a bit but not long for Paimon had noticed you and told her she’ll help you now to the library. Amber nodded to this and bid her goodbyes and goodlucks then she left, beginning to search for the parcels as you two make your way back to Monstadt.
“So you’re awake.” A purple witch before you says.
You blinked your eyes sleepily at her, the blur starting to get off. As soon as you saw her face clearly, your eyes found her familiar but then your eyes got caught by the breathing rythm of her chest. You immediately shake yourself, realizing how absolutely stupid that was and closed your eyes shortly with embarrassment. You opened them quickly and looked at her. She’s smiling. Hehe, what a nice thing to happen after waking up.
“Good Morning, sweet heart. What’s the problem, may I help you feel better?” She asks soothingly. Soon, you’re going to sleep again if she keeps speaking that way. You’re going to have to stop yourself from being reckless now but your view of her looked like having her chest on eye level. Seriously how has she not noticed yet?
“I know, I know. The stressful job of having to do things for others really is tiring. Does seeing me here give you energy or arouse you in some way?” She asks, still smiling. Your cheeks burn red. The obvious flirtatiousness within her voice and words are not helping you keep yourself together. You shifted on your seat, trying to think of a not-so-awkward answer. ‘Where even is Paimon?’ You thought.
“Your friend ate some sticky honey roast with Jean. She’s starving. Are you as well?” She asks but you can’t keep your mind away from the fact that she just read your mind when she spoke of Paimon. Can she hear your thoughts?
You’ve seen her somewhere though, but couldn’t quite recall. It’s been a long time. You just finished messing with the Thunderbird in Inazuma which caused you to rage quit three times because the guild doesn’t pay you enough for that. Thank the waypoints for easy travels.
As you tried to analyze the reason to her familiarity, you suddenly remembered something...something. You weren’t surprised if your face is a tomato at this moment, instead you’d be horrified.
It was night at that time. There was a celebration in Dawn Winery for The Acting Grand Master Jean and it seems you took too much wine. You remembered stumbling upon Lisa, a girl dressed and voiced like the one in front of you right now. You flustered as time ticked and Lisa watched you stumble upon your steps, repeatedly telling her to stop accompanying you while she held your shoulder for support. She brought you to a bed in her own home, inside the guest room but you were feeling clingy and asked her to stay, burying your face on her chest and hugging her closer.
It’s been obvious to the Knights of Favonius and Kaeya himself, that you and Lisa had been having weird...personal times. Like when Lisa and you excused yourselves on an important meeting so you can give her a head but all those other sexual and romantic meetings or moments you two experienced happened after that night in the Dawn Winery. Did Diluc notice it too?
‘It’ as in the tension of love between you two.
You blushed further, looking away and stopping the urge to hug her and firmly closing your legs to stop your hand from reaching down...
Lisa sat on the table where you rested your head earlier and looked at you with concern. “Darling...?”
You didn’t know how to answer. You can’t even look at her.
“Are you scared maybe it’s not real? Maybe we’re just toying each other?” She asks calmly. Her face glowing with a peaceful, small smile.
“Are we really... something?” You ask, looking up at her and expecting her to spit the truth because you didn’t want to play games anymore. It didn’t matter if your heart would end up shattered as long as you know the truth. You want to be hers. You want her to be yours.
“I love you. I always do. Of course, we have a label.” She answers, her small smile growing bigger a bit. You love her too.
You felt yourself tighten, you want her so badly now you’re about to cry. You kept holding the fabric that covers your hips as you stare up at her. Your heart beat fast and your breath coming quick. She’s mine, it echoes in your head. She’s mine.
You can still control yourself so you tried to stop thinking of anything sexual.
“My darling, may I give you a head?” She asks and you lose it.
“Lisa please. Please- Lisa. I-I want you. Please, please-” You tell her desperately like a virgin never pleased. You’re sweating and something down there felt wet. You can’t help it, you are melting for her and your knees felt like they wouldn’t work if you try to stand. Lisa walks around the desk and kneels before you, your legs still firmly closed. No, you can still control yourself. You can do this. You don’t need to go down bad now...
Your eyes look down at her and down there came a gush of wet pleasure between your thighs. You squeeze them harder and felt like giving up. “I- Lisa!” You begged, your sentence incomplete. You are trying so hard not to give in but Lisa’s chest had turned you on more than how it ever did before. You reach down to finger yourself but Lisa assured you that she’ll do the pleasuring. As she removes the barriers of cloth, you can’t help but feel yourself going stiff, desperate, hot, and wet beneath all the clothing. Your chest rose up and down quickly as you panted out the desperation of her tongue on your flesh.
Before you knew it, your clothes were off and Lisa’s mouth had kissed your flesh sending a strong wave of gratical pleasure. Your thighs shook as you felt yourself open for her. You can keep this going as you thrust slowly against her now licking tongue, knowing it’s so obvious to Lisa how desperate you are. Her tongue licked you so well, drawing circles on the skin you’re sensitive on and you thought that was all, but it went wilder. Lisa’s got a good talent for her tongue. Something you desired to feel everytime she’s not there. You want her to drain your sanity and send you to an orgasmic peak as you babble words of beg and overpleasure. As she licks that weak spot, that one spot you never allow yourself to think of because you’ll end up pleasuring yourself for an hour, you felt yourself loose. Your hearing went muffled and you closed your eyes. The unholy sight of the things happening between your legs sent you thrilled, desperate, tired, stimulated, and you’re so close to climax.
“Ah.... Ah....” You kept moaning, it didn’t matter who else hears you. Allow them to so they know the librarian’s secret talents.
You felt yourself stiffen and then trying to stand up to hold the desk for a good hard thrust. Lisa went deeper into your flesh and you were dripping wet of cum. You wanted Lisa to edge you so bad and for you to edge her too. As you looked down, you saw her fingering herself, the floor filled with a pool of proof of her pleasure. She’s whimpering beneath you.
“Lisa, p-please.” You begged, holding the table to keep you stable as you prepared to thrust.
Knock.
...
Knock.
...!
Knock.
You looked down at Lisa.
Lisa looked up at you.
You two froze.
You two looked like a wet mess.
“Paimon is here!!!” The voice of Paimon greets behind the wooden door and you immediately feel the twinge of confusion. The mood between you and Lisa being ruined. You quickly snuggled yourself back into your clothes as you whisper embarrassed statements. ‘Crap, what have we done?!’ You’re panicking mind repeated although you regretted none of it.
“Lisa!!!” Paimon calls out as Lisa licks the remaining traces of sexual activity from her lips.
“The door is locked...Traveller? Are you there?” The voice of Paimon continues, but this time, with a hint of concern. You can see and hear the door knob being turned repeatedly by Paimon. You sense her panicking.
“I’m here Paimon! I’m awake.” You say, trying to muster a normal, not flustered look before opening the door. The feelings of pleasure and lust lingered in you for a moment with a mix of tire and thirst. You see the door knob stop aggressively shaking and you calmed down a bit.
Lisa and you looks fine. You signalled each other an okay look as Lisa opens the door to meet Paimon and... Kaeya? ‘What in the world of Teyvat is Kaeya doing here?’ You thought.
“Well, how did it go? Is the traveller doing well?” Kaeya asks, his face looking punchable as usual with that little smirk and that eye that looks like it sees things it shouldn’t.
You smiled confidently at Paimon although your legs wobbled a bit. You nearly laughed because of how stupid it felt until you saw Kaeya glancing at you and Lisa with a suspicious look. Oh crap.
“Well, looks like traveller’s better! Oh, Kaeya and I went mountain climbing!” Paimon excitedly says. You glance at Kaeya as he egotistically pumps his chest out and puts both his hands on his hips. “Paimon said I was better fighting than you.”
“Lies! Don’t believe him, traveller. Oh, you missed the best part! Kaeya fought four ruin guards at once and Paimon gets to watch while he dodges so smoothly each missile! But I know you’re better of cou-”
“So, he’s better than me?” You ask teasingly.
“Oh, no! Of course not! You can’t dodge like he can but, you will someday! And Paimon will train you so you can be better.” Paimon confidently assures you before glaring at Kaeya. Kaeya makes an even wider smirk.
“Well, Jean might need me now. It’s nice to see you safe and alright, traveller. And you Lisa, glowing more than ever. I’ll head off now. Safe travels to you all.” Kaeya simply tells everyone before leaving, glancing one more punchable smirk at you like he knew what just happened.
I mean... you’re friends. Of course he knows what’s up. He’s trustable though. Helping you make excuses to meet Lisa although you never told him the reason. Nice guy just... has a punchable face.
Before leaving the library, you and Paimon bid your goodbye to Lisa. It made you suddenly feel sad that you were leaving. Like you’re stuck in suadade of her but you reminded yourself of your sibling. Your kin. You still needed to go out there but you promised you will always write to Lisa while she writes to you.
Context: Klee asked Kaeya to go treasure hunting but also craved for something new or something like treasure hunting with a twist. So Kaeya, being the thoughtful and playful brother of Diluc, thought it would be a fun idea to have a treasure hunting race. However, seeing he’d like a little challenge for Diluc, he decided to have Klee team with Diluc as team one and have you accompany him for team two since you two had talked many times during resting hours and soon had made a bond he felt safe for him.
“Klee thinks we will win!” Klee proudly shouts, her red eyes sparkling with thrill. Sands scattered everywhere as the child jumped enthusiastically, scaring crabs away and adding joy to the summer atmosphere of the sandy island just below a rocky cliff, shadowing half of it where you and Kaeya stood. Diluc sighs and looks at Kaeya. You tried reading his face, seeing annoyance and exhaustion with one look, most likely caused by his work. Diluc clearly did not want to do this. He looked stressed.
“And Kaeya thinks you’ll never cross the island in time. After all, none of you would be a good match for me. Melting my ice bridges despite the amount of effort I put into making it.” Kaeya says with a pretend-annoyed face, tilting his head up to the side with his eyes closed then diverting his eyes to the small Klee who’s laughing excitedly at him. Diluc closes his eyes and sighs. Kaeya smirks at him.
“Whatever this game is, we’ll get it done fast. I’m pretty sure there’s a boat nearby, we’ll get there before they can.” Diluc assured Klee who’s face looked as if it were beaming with joy. A sunlit child who can’t wait to open the wooden chest on the other island.
“We better do! But Captain Kaeya isn’t too selfish to not share the treasure right? If we didn’t get it?” There was a hint of worry despite the excitement in her voice and Diluc was quick to reassure her, “I know better treasures, though I don’t see the point of having them so I’ll give it all to you.”
“Yehey!!!” The child shouts happily with her little hands clapping loudly.
“Hey, you didn’t answer her question. I’ll answer it for you Klee. I’m. not. selfish.” Kaeya tells her with a soft smile. Klee looked at him, happier as she lightly giggles.
“Well, ready traveller?” Kaeya asks you as he turns around, his eyes meeting yours.
“You seem competitive about this.” You told him.
“Can’t let the cryo one lose here, you know? Since your anemo you can scatter my elements to the water and help make the ice bridge longer. Teamwork for the best results. Do you agree, traveller?”
“Of course.” You say.
Kaeya sighs. ”People always say I’m such a lazy captain. Think they can build an ice bridge as well as I can? Doubt it.” He says with a playful smirk as he stared towards the water. You nodded in response.
Finally, Kaeya counts down from three to one, and all of you prepared yourselves. Klee and Diluc will have to find a boat to get there and you two didn’t need to go anywhere besides in front of the ocean. Cryo and anemo seems like a good match afterall.
After the count down, Kaeya begins to form ice on the water with you standing right behind him, ready to use your anemo powers while Klee and Diluc disappear behind the rocky mountain next to the island.
As you and Kaeya proceeded to go on ice bridging for 20 minutes, Kaeya finally sits down heavily, sighing with exhaust, his chest rising and falling fast.
“Quite exhausting, don’t you think? Not what I expected, but the bridge made it this far thanks to you. Why not rest for a while? Those two won’t go past us sooner anyway.” He says with his soothing voice, looking up at you as he sat on the ice, a small smile plastered on his face.
“Does your butt ever freeze?” You ask. It was just out of curiosity. You wondered whether the cold affected him too. Maybe a good way to know is to visit Dragonspine, not to mention you had to go near every place of warmth because the sheer cold numbs you too much. You hate that place. The adventurers guild low-key doesn’t pay you enough everytime you go through rough journey.
“Haha, worried for me? How flattering. No, it doesn’t. Does it freeze you? Well, too bad. But you can just fold your knees and let your feet support you. It’s not exactly sitting. But it might help you rest.” He told you and you did as he said willingly. A few seconds passed by and Kaeya peacefully admired the summer view around you two. It seemed perfectly good to be alone together. Just enjoying the world around with nobody else but the two of you next to each other, distracted by the afternoon sky and the warmth of the sun. It felt like the most comforting silence but you didn’t let it distract you from the fact you’re on an ice bridge. You tapped Kaeya by the shoulder, telling him the ice might melt off but he convinced you that it won’t so soon.
Suddenly, you felt the ice get slippery beneath your shoes. Fear ran through you and you grabbed Kaeya’s shoulder just in time to shout his name.
But not in time to form another ice bridge.
Victory for you two plunged deep within the waters as the ice melted away into freezing cold water. You two fell the same time as the ice melted fast. You swam your way up, the freezing water biting your skin and your mind desperate to reach the surface.
You gasped for air as you paddled your hands and feet calmly in the water to keep yourself afloat, Kaeya just right behind you.
“Kaeya! What in the world were you doing?!” You shouted at him as you turned around to face him, aware that you sounded angry and upset but didn’t care about it at all.
“Looking out? Sorry... I didn’t mean it. I was distracted by-”
“We’re wet. It’s best you start another ice bridge. I’m freezing. Can you?”
“What?” He asked.
“Form another ice bridge?” You clarified.
“I can’t. I’m surrounded by water. There’s not enough space for me to focus on my elemental energy.”
Just as you slapped your forehead with your right hand out of disappointment for Kaeya’s carelessness, the sound of loud humming and rippling waves hit your ears. On your left, Diluc and Klee are on a boat, looking like it was made by Albedo. The yellow glow of Geo shines on its front.
“Now, look who it is....” Diluc says mockingly with his left foot stepping on the boat’s front tip, his elbow placed above his knee.
“Looks like we’re not made for the winning side hm? Now go and grab the traveller first, the cold is just a tickle to me.” He told Diluc as he paddled to keep himself afloat in the water.
As Diluc helped you get up on the boat, you glared at Kaeya.
But Kaeya was too busy staring at something else. Something else you know could attract him after the weird, butterflies in the stomach type of situations you two have been having recently. A tension clung to the air between you two everytime silence stretches and the gap between you two sometimes made you feel the urge to get closer to him. You can tell he feels it too, after those days he would purposely smell your hair or secretively brush his hand against yours, only for you to step a couple inches away from him because you felt shy. He would purposely flirt with you differently than how he flirtatiously talks with others. There was a tease and a mix of tenderness that lies with his words and you sometimes can’t help but talk back and finds it comforting that he is so open to you. And only you.
As water dripped from your clothes, Kaeya saw the outline of your body. The tightness of the clinging wet fabrics made it possible to show your curves that you blushed too hard because you felt embarrassed. As soon as Kaeya saw it, he swam closer to the boat.
He grabbed the railings of the boat, and pushed himself up, the wind blowing wildly and brushing past his skin but the chill didn’t matter. He looked at Diluc with eyes Diluc rarely ever saw and said, “Diluc, give your coat to her.”
Diluc gave him a confused look, not about the coat. But his tone seemed... suddenly serious. Diluc handed over his coat to Kaeya slowly, understanding the message he sends to him with his eyes. Diluc knew those eyes meant he— Kaeya was feeling protective.
As Klee helped you walk to one of the wooden seats attached to the boat, Kaeya soon followed along, wrapping Diluc’s coat on you as you sat.
“Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to cause the ice bridge to melt.” He said apologetically. It didn’t sound half-hearted. It sounded real and out of guilt. His eyes were looking down, as if to avoid his eyes from meeting yours. You felt bad for shouting at him earlier but your reaction only made sense. The clothing was special to you. Your still lost sibling and you have always had matching clothes and it was important. An additional problem would be the freezing water. But enough of that, you are both safe on the boat now.
“Kaeya, what matters is we’re safe. Just don’t get distracted next time. Or the cold water would finish you off.” You say gently, not realizing your hand had already reached his wrist.
“Always thinking about others, aren’t you?” Kaeya says with a soft smile. You look at him, smiling softly back and keeping your left hand fill the gaps between his right hand’s fingers. Your eyes met his with a feeling of deep longing. Like you two have always wanted to look at each other this way.
Your hand and his remained closed. No gap to cause the longing for physical touch, just fingers intertwined firmly for the comfort of having each other.
“Klee thinks now we should all win because we are getting the treasure altogether!!!” The bright child proudly says. She looked like she never lost an energy eversince the start of the race.
You and Kaeya snapped out of your bubble. You two had suddenly forgotten where you were, making you two let out a small giggle as you two realized how taken away you were by the small loving moment.
As Diluc drives the boat to treasure island, Klee jumps excitedly while two huddle close to each other. And after arriving upon the island, the two pyros go for the treasure but Kaeya knew he had a better treasure he got now that he so long wanted and you knew you just had that too.
Kaeya Alberich.
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