Helping Hand!

helping hand!

ᜊ. k. ayato + k. ayaka, r. diluc + a. kaeya! — sibling helping sibling with girls is always a good deal!

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𖦹 content: sub!fem!reader, unprotected sex, breeding!kink, slight degradation!kink, praise!kink, hints of cucking, tribbing, objetification, possessiveness.

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𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝!! pt. 4

honey’s notes: redid the whole notes because this was really old, I had something written but, it wasn’t how I wanted the story to go, and so I have rewritten it, and hopefully this is better!

pairings : Zhongli, Ei, Venti, Albedo, Aether x reader.

reader uses they/them pronouns.

[content warning : arguing, swearing, kidnapping. drugging. muttering and borderline obsession from Albedo/Venti. Mentions of a dark room, can cause anxiety.] I would like it if anyone under 16+ would not interact with this specific chapter.

recommended song: everything I wanted - billie eilish.

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it has been days, since the incident. You refuse to look at your acolytes in the face, their pleads seem to get nothing out of you. Your phone has buzzed non-stop, your “friends” talking about pressing charges, and talking about how crazy, your “cosplay friends” were.

you sat in your kitchen, your coffee now gone cold, you didn’t know how it went wrong so fast. You needed to get rid of them, they didn’t belong here. Why did you even house them? Why couldn’t of you just told them to go back? Force them to work something out? You couldn’t help but space out, the sun’s rays hitting you from your kitchen window.

Zhongli and Venti stood in the entrance of the open kitchen, looking at you worriedly, you’ve been sat there hours ago. Just staring straight ahead into your kitchen window, your hands holding your coffee mug. They all knew you were angry with them. Could you blame them, though? They were reverent acolytes, everything they knew to do was in your name, it always was and always will be, till their dying breath.

Ei stayed away from you, she has cocooned herself is the guest room you’d allowed them to live in, any time you’ve walked past it, you’ve heard nothing but muffled mutters and repeated phrases from her. It creeped you out, as much as you loved Genshin Impact, this isn’t what you wanted.

You never wanted overbearing people in your life, never the overprotective glances, the suffocating clinginess they put on you, the responsibility of taking care of them, feeding them. They don’t have documents in your world, no proof of life. You knew they didn’t care to come back to their world or to stay, but they wouldn’t survive in your world, how could they? They didn’t exist as real people in your world.

You never wanted this, you’ve gotta remember that.

You let out a sigh, Venti and Zhongli perked up, you’ve moved, standing up from your seat and dumping your coffee into the sink, before looking at them. “You need to get out of here, this world, MY world.” You spat.

The two were taken aback, but, why? What did they do? Why did you want to kick them out?

“Why?..” Venti mumbled out, the small pitter patter of his feet approaching you. You put your hand up. “Don’t dare walk closer to me. Ever since you’ve been here, all five of you, you’ve done nothing but ruin my life. It was nice at the start,” you grip the edges of your kitchen island.

“But you’re a nightmare. You guys shouldn’t of come here at all, I thought, it would be nice, but you guys are scary and you’ve creeped me out.” You walked past Zhongli and Venti.

“but, your grace—“

“ENOUGH. I’ve had enough of your “grace” and god bullshit! I’m not a god! Stop putting that on me, don’t you hear me?! You’re not real!” Your hands push zhongli away, his back hit the wall, portraits and paintings fell from off the wall, colliding with your tiled floors.

“Stop this nonsense, okay!? I’m no god, I’m just a simple human being, why are you so dense? Has your belief turned you blind?!” You let your anger out, you were sick of it, the calling of your name as if it was a holy grail, the obsessive belief that anything you’ve touched has been blessed. it’s driving you nuts, you can’t live like this, it’s too much of a punishment, especially when you’ve done nothing wrong.

Zhongli and Venti stayed quiet, by now, the rest of the crew has come down to see the commotion. They stay silent as you held zhongli to the wall, you’re huffing angrily. “don’t you know, i bleed red, my eyes shine dull, they don’t shine stars, my hair doesn’t flow in the wind nor is it unnatural, i can’t command the nature of your world or mine.” Your voice felt like it was pleading, pleading to have them see that you’re normal, someone who’s got a common life, you grow, you work, you earn money.

You can’t grow money, you can’t heal anyone, you’re no miracle. “This, unreachable standard you’ve put on me along the months you’ve been here, it’s killing me. So please, just stop.” You let go of Zhongli as you step back, tears threatening to fall from your eyes. Not a peep from any of your…well. Them. Not a word, from them.

“Okay.” Albedo said. He calmly walked upstairs, hands on some papers he must’ve wrote some research on. Ei no longer cried, her eyes seemed dull, as if, a doll, her puppet. Aether’s eyes went through a myriad of emotions, from hurt, to confusion, to losing hope. He knew he shouldn’t of trusted you, held out hope that maybe, if he could bring you back home, you’d convince his sister to come back to him.

Venti looked at you, before your hands, red and scuffed, he mumbled something you couldn’t hear, before his hands held yours, “if you wish us gone, then, ill make that come true, just, don’t put your anger on us anymore, that was never our intention.” His hands lifted yours to his lips, a kiss on your fingers, feeling like a gentle breeze.

Zhongli walked away, after dusting himself off, not a word to you or anyone else, just left the room. You didn’t hear from any of them, the rest of the day.

you paced quickly in front of the door to Albedo’s and Aether’s shared room, you had wanted to apologize, you felt like you shouldn’t of yelled at them, you were angry, stressed. You knocked on the pale door, “albedo?..aether?”You called out softly.

“I just wanted to apologize, I, didn’t mean to blow up in your face, I was stressed and…” you weren’t sure if you should continue. “I just..I hope you know I didn’t mean it, you guys are just as stressed as me.. I know you’ve got stuff to get to, back home..” you fiddled with your hands, hearing no response you just sighed.

You had the same reaction to the room the archons were in, not an answer. You walked back to your room, feeling defeated. “goodnight guys.” You called out to the corridor, hoping that they were okay.

You got ready for bed, an uneasy feeling in your stomach. You weren’t sure if it was because of the fact that you’ve gotten no response, or that you’re feeling the guilt. You just hoped that you can sleep it off, try to ease yourself. Your hands ran down your face, a big sigh coming out of you.

You switched off your lamp from your bedside table, snuggling into your bed, blanket bunched up on you, being held tightly. You couldn’t sleep, your eyes wouldn’t close. You felt, like being watched. Like you weren’t alone. You scanned the room in the dark, you laid awake in the dark for a good while.

You clutched your blanket closer to yourself, unsure of whether to check out what’s creeping you out or not. after a good twenty minutes of laying in your bed in the dark, you decide to reach for your lamp when a hand clasped you mouth and wrist, a scream came out of you then, looking everywhere for your captor’s face.

“Shh, it’s okay, it’ll be okay. You’ve left us no choice, your grace. You’ve been in this world too long, too brainwashed into a mortal’s life.” The person whispered to you gently, you could feel the fear creeping up in your veins, your hands start to shake, tears starting to form in your eyes.

“I’m sorry, this will hurt a little.” A prick in your arm makes you jump, before squirming, the person holding you seemed strong, not before long, your eyes start to droop, you could feel your strength leaving as you tried to fight till the bitter end, before your eyes closed, you could see the moonlight enter your room, as the room faded out, albedo’s melancholic smile was the last thing you saw.

BUT NOT ENOUGH 4

#Genre: Fluff, angst

#Includes: Whoever you wish, no character descriptors.

#Description: Period piece. King ML x Maid FL.

#WC: 2.1k

♛ Part 1 ♛ Part 2 ♛ Part 3 ♛ Part 4 (Final)

The following morning was hectic to say the least, your mind preoccupied with the events of last night and the Kings life altering words swam around your mind like the earth orbiting the sun, yet you hope to find an answer to the Kings question faster than it takes the earth to orbit said sun. You were in two minds, while nothing was keeping you tied to your Kingdom, leaving was easier said than done and you were unsure of what was detaining you here – was it the safety or the fear of the past repeating itself? You strongly believe King Isenad would not be a repeat of your king despite only knowing him for a short time but the way your heart beats for him cannot be overlooked and the feelings you hold for him outweigh the ones you ever held for your Kingdoms King.

However, you knew what would become of you if you did leave and you were unsure if you would ever be ready for that drastic of a responsibility. ‘Be mine’ he had said, and you knew what that entailed – you would become Isenads Queen, and this was and is something you are wholly unprepared for and the fear itself begs you to say no to the King. You were not born for this life like Queen Nearan was and you know you would not fall into that role as gracefully as she had once done. But alas you are selfish, you long for King Isenads heart, dreaming to possess it fully as he posses yours and you wonder if that love is enough to uproot your peaceful life to start a new one, one where you would hold imaginable power. Only time will tell.

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King Isenad had not felt this at peace in a long time, the usual furrow in his eyebrows is smoothed out and his lips that used to be pressed in a fine line are now relaxed. Instead, they twitch up at the memory of last night, your bare form lying against his as your breathing syncs up to his is something he could very much get used to and he hopes by the end of today It will become a regular occurrence – but that is only if you agree to leave with him and for the first time in a while he prays to whatever gods are above that you deem him worthy enough to follow.

However, at this moment he stands in front of the Kings large oak doors that lead him to his office and he prepares himself for the inevitable fight that is sure to ensure once the words in his mind come forth. With a steady breath he raps his knuckles against the door and a voice from the other side welcomes him inside. “To what do I owe the pleasure, King Isenad? Have you changed your mind about your current stance on our alliance?” the smug smile on the Kings face as he questions King Isenad has him wanting to wipe it from his face and he is sure his next words will succeed in that, “I am preparing to leave your Kingdom your highness and it will not be with an alliance” the smirk drops from the Kings face as he studies Isenads expression but not one thing gives away the meaning of his words.

“You will have to forgive me because I do not understand the implications of your words” only then does he let a smile flit against his lips “I have happened to take a liking to the maid you assigned to me, I believe she will be coming with me”, the shock of his words has the King stilling in his chair before he bellows out an unconvinced laugh “you are a lot of things King Isenad but I did not take you for a jester” he says while wiping away imaginary tears. “That is because I am not jesting” all humour is stripped from the Kings face as he takes in the other Kings serious expression and dread weighs heavily on his chest “And what do you plan to do with her if she agrees to leave with you?”, the king ponders on this for a beat before firmly replying “I plan to make her my Queen” and there is no doubt in his tone.

It dawns on the King that you leaving is very much a possible outcome now and the tightness in his chest does not relent. While he may not have been with you, had you in his arms in the late of the night like he once used to, just being able to see you around the castle was satisfactory enough, it satiated the desire to be with you but with the prospect of you leaving, the hollowness that was once filled with your mere presence opens up and leaves a gaping hole in its wake. Grasping onto anything that could deter King Isenad from taking you, he snarls his response “Do you think your kingdom will accept her?”. The King cannot stop the cruel twist in his face as he hears those words, affronted from the accusation “My kingdom and my people will accept whatever I want them to, especially her” he spits. The King bristles at the double meaning behind Isenads words, now knowing without a doubt that he is aware of your previous relationship and the unpleasant way it had ended – the reason it had ended.

He could or rather would not have made you his bride, the fear of his people turning on him and the backlash he would have received not only from his family but from other Kingdoms. They would have seen him as weak, resulting in his current and potential alliances crumbling. He despises the fact that King Isenad does not require alliances to stay the strongest, court whispers have no affect on him and his ability to marry you without large consequences is yet another stab in his heart. King Isenad takes his silence as his answer “just because you were a coward and could not does not mean I will follow your same mistakes; you had your chance” and he has no rebuttal because he knows it is the truth yet he would rather take a sword to the heart than admit it.

“You do not love her” it is the last card he could pull and unfortunately it does not work in his favour, King Isenad stands taut with fists clenched at his side, the picture of your horrified face if you saw what he wanted to do to the King in front of him was his only life line that held him back and in a dangerously calm voice he spoke, “Do not try to tell me how I feel your highness because it will not end well. I suggest you pay more attention to your Queen and mind your tongue when it comes to mine”

°• ♔ •° 

You pace the gardens, searching for answers you do not have yet, but the orchids, pond and weeping willow trees also do not hold the answers you seek – only you do. You decide to take a break from your hurried strides on one of the benches, hoping that the clear sky can offer some insight into your decision but all it offers you is a pigeon that takes a break on a branch before soring off into the sky once again. Maybe that is your answer, you are but a bird that does not require being confined to one place your whole life, you deserve to stretch your wings and fly to wherever your heart desires instead of worrying about if your absence will have any affect. Before you can ponder on this for any longer a voice calls out behind you and your heart stills “Will you go with him?” you cannot see his face yet, but you can imagine his expression just from his tone and you hesitate to answer “I…I have not decided yet”.

You were unaware of the fact that King Isenad was going to make the King aware of his offer and you shudder to imagine the dispute that must have occurred considering that not only was he possibly leaving with the Kings staff but also without an alliance indefinitely. “Do you have no loyalty to your kingdom?” and only then does your head snap back to look at him, reeling at the audacity of his words “loyalty” you scoffed “you dare question me about loyalty”. He clenched his jaw, knowing he was in no place to question you on that, but he could not shake off the unsettled feeling that was consuming him “I am worried”, a mirthless smile settled on your face “that is no longer any of your concern your highness, it has not been for a while” and with that you stood from the bench and with a bow made your way inside in search of a certain King, ignoring the shouts of your name that came from behind you.

-

You hesitate at the threshold of the Kings chamber, building up the courage to knock but before you can the door swings open and startled you jump back. The King looks at you with pleasant confusion “I apologise for startling you my lady, I was just on my way to see you”, “then I guess I saved your highness some time” you smiled which was met with his own. “Would you like to come in?” he asked after a pause, not wanting to cross your boundaries despite you laying in his bed bare the previous night “that would be most appreciated”, you wanted to have this conversation away from prying ears and eyes. The king sat on a chair beside his bed as his eyes tracked your every move and he patiently waited for you to gather your thoughts before you spoke, “I have been thinking about your proposal… and I have come to a decision” you rush out. Despite your quick tone he did not miss a single syllable and suddenly sat straighter, heart thumping and hands trembling in wait of your answer “and what would that be?” his calm tone gave way to a slight tremble, and you quickly put him out of his misery “I would like to come with you”.

Eyes alight, he jumped out of his chair and before he reached you asked “truly?” with a hint of disbelieve, with a brief chuckle you excitedly nod your head while making your way to him, throwing your arms around his neck as you bury yourself into his shoulder and let his scent overtake you. He wasted no time in wrapping his own arms around your waist as he lifts you off the ground and spins you, revelling in the laugh that shakes his whole being, “I had hoped…dreamed of your answer but never let myself believe it, too afraid of the disappointment that would consume me if you were to answer no” he admits.

“You will never have to imagine the disappointment as my answer is yes and will always be yes to you my King” your comforting voice washes over him and it sounds so much like home, “I have so much I want to show you, places I want to take you to and memories to create with you my love”, “and I will impatiently wait for those days” you whisper before drawing your lips to his and he matches your passion with his own, letting his tongue invade your mouth and letting out a content sigh at the contact before he reluctantly draws back with a final peck “we have much packing to do”.

-

Three Years Later

Strong arms wrap themselves around your waist as you gaze into the gardens below your balcony, “the orchids are starting to bloom” “that they are” he whispers against your neck. “But what has my Queen distracted this fine morning?” he questions. His hands make their way to your stomach before he drops to his knees in front of you and places a slow peck to your protruding tummy “I am guessing it is this little scoundrel” he looks up at you, gaze full of adoration and warmth. “He has been kicking a lot more these past few days”, “mmh, he’s going to be a fighter” he states proudly, and you stifle a laugh while responding “like his father then” “and mother” he adds while smiling up at you. You stroke his cheek with gentle fingers, drawing him up to his full height where you place your lips against his, and you think every touch of his lips against yours feels the first.

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Ok so like first off hello, how are you? And um second, could you do a kazuha oneshot of where he finds God reader first in the Imposter AU? Like he finds them all bruised and like ready to pass out while he was wandering around Liyue and when he finds them, he can hear the wind just whispering “It’s them” or “that’s our creator, help them” (since he’s really in tune with it) and he takes care of them. At some point when we trust him enough, he just brings us to Beidou’s ship and gains the crews trust and belief of being the actual creator over time since a lot of good stuff happens to the crew ever since we/the reader got on the Alcor (ex: the ship barely or hasn’t had any bad encounters at sea or they find lots of treasure easily). Sorry if it was a bit confusing but I hope it’s enough! Take care!

Whispers of the wind

ohhh I love this idea! Kazuha is certainly super in tune with the wind, so he'd definitely be among those that recognizes the creator imo!

And thank you! I've been good! I've caught a little cold I think but nothing that'll knock me down too bad thankfully! I hope you're doing well!

PS: I am not VERY knowledgeable about Kazuha's personality (i read up all there is about him and listened to all his voice lines though) but I tried my best asdfghj I hope you enjoy! <3

Length: 3.7 k

cw: descriptions of injury, self-deprecation

All his life - he'd allowed the world to take him where it pleased. His heart a lone survivor floating in the ocean of the world, the winds tossing him about - always adrift. Always with his gaze on the horizon. Perhaps it was from lack of fertile soil to sink his roots into - he'd been quite young when his clan finally fell apart after years of fighting against the current of wind that was fate.

And he did not mind.

A life of wandering was not a curse in his eyes - nor was it lonely. He'd made many friends along his travels, and he was never alone when the wind and you were with him.

There had been a time, when his outlook was much bleaker - when he had almost given up on the joys of life - Tomo's loss had struck a deep, ever bleeding wound into his heart.

He changed, that day. But still, he carried on.

So, when the winds yet again called to him in an enticing siren-song - calling him away from his journey towards a new destination - he was quick to follow. If there was one thing he could always rely on - it was the winds of Teyvat.

The springtime in Liyue was always beautiful. Even with no roof over his head on most days - and during the times spent on the run from the Vision hunt decree - he always had time to admire it -so very different from his own homeland, yet much alike it too.

Beautiful petals and leaves of red and rose - fluttering adrift in the air, peaceful - floating as freely as he did once his travels first began. The floral scents in the air as he traversed through the wilderness of Liyue. Yaoguang Shoal was much like the islands within the waters of his home. It was peaceful.

Until it wasn't.

The tinge of electro within the air - barely noticeable to the ordinary human, but burning and bitter to him. The calls of the wind became urgent - no longer gently inviting him along - it was pleading for him to hurry where they led.

And he was quick to do so.

The sight was gruesome, to say the least. The shallow waters on the shoreline - sparks flying off it as it acted as a conduit for the electro flowing through it. Shards of rock formations - undoubtedly the remnants of a geo-attack, spiking up from the ground.

Drag marks emerging from the waters - leading towards a hidden away little alcove of a cave. The coppery substance shimmering upon the sand - wetting and darkening it as it clumped together.

The winds were no longer whispering - they were screaming.

And there - barely hidden by the cliffs - he found you, crumpled on the ground - your clothes soaked and torn - the edges of the cuts upon it burnt to a crisp - while the dampness upon you had crystalized away into ice, melting away slowly.

The Cor Lapis cast a gentle, golden glow upon you - he could not even recognize you by sight alone, at first - but the winds around him, desperately edging him towards your insured frame, they were desperate for him to know.

Desperate enough to force him onto his hands and knees - crawling towards you with his weapon long discarded.

When he saw your face - wet sand clumping to it, seeping into fresh cuts painfully - so familiar, yet so wrong, he was startled. The curve of your lips - the arch of your brows - every last detail so much like his god that he did not know what to do with himself.

The Creator needs your help. The winds whispered to him.

Your eyes, tired and scared, stared into his. You were clearly past the point of exhaustion - no longer able to force your broken body to run. You exhaled a dry sob - contrasted by the water flowing out of your lungs as you coughed soon after.

His eyes tracked the coppery substance upon the sand. Scooping it up with his fingers -seeing the golden shimmer upon it. The blood of a god - tinging the sands copper with its golden flow.

There was so much of it.

The entire beach had been peppered with pools of it.

He'd heard the rumors of the one pretending to be the Creator - condemned to death by all. Wanted for their crimes - to pay, to suffer.

Yet you were, indeed, the real deal, were you not?

The winds themselves hammered it into his heads - surely, they could not lie?

Not when you bled blood so gold, and were too much like the Creator to be a cheap imitation?

He inched closer, and you closed your eyes - screwed them shut as to not bear witness to whichever means he'd use to end your life.

Kazuha felt his own heart bleed in tandem with your gaping wounds.

He dared not move you - you were fragile enough as you were. But he needed to do something.

So, he built a fire -to keep your shivering form from succumbing to the coldness seeping into you from your dampened clothes. He scrambled up a quick concoction for you to eat - a broth, warm and not too demanding for you to consume. All the while, you watched him with eyes untrusting. Shivered and fought with the aches of your wounds and the fever creeping its way into your body - only managing to weaken your body more.

"Drink, please - you'll need it to recover," were the first words he spoke to you - holding a bowl of steaming broth out to you. You gazed at it, finally feeling the hunger gnawing in your stomach - how long had you gone without food now? Much too long.

With a weak, shaking hand, you took the bowl - your fingers brushing against Kazuha's. Your skin - cold as ice - sent a shiver through him, but he reacted not, allowing you to take the bowl without spilling a droplet.

You shifted slightly, so you could rest your back against the rocks in a somewhat weak imitation of sitting.

"Why aren't you killing me already?" your voice was small, hoarse - and resigned. Your gaze lingered on the sword discarded on the sand - untouched by the wandering Samurai.

"I wouldn't be so foolish as to go against the wishes of the wind itself."

You met his red eyes - a beautiful hue of of wine - of the fluid that flowed through every body - even yours, when you were still in your home world.

"You'd surely be rewarded handsomely for your heroic deed of killing me," you murmured, taking a sip of the broth - feeling its comforting warmth trickle down your throat and heat up your insides. Despite the minimal ingredients, it tasted wonderful.

Perhaps, it was the desperate hunger clawing inside you, that though that, but you cared little, eagerly downing the liquid as though it was your last meal.

It very well could be.

"I care little for monetary rewards or praise sung - if they are gifted to me for the greatest crime against Teyvat." His voice was determined - yet soothing. Finally, something not aimed at you with intent to hurt. Intent to kill.

You smiled bitterly.

"I doubt anyone else would agree. They seem pretty convinced that my existence is a crime against Teyvat. For whatever reason." Your words were bitter and hallow, despite the grimace on your bruised face.

Kazuha frowned.

It was strange, seeing how someone's spirit could be crushed to smithereens. And stranger yet, how familiar of a sight it was to bear witness to.

"Please, allow me to help with your wounds, your Grace," he offered, eyeing the nasty looking bruises and hidden gashes upon your form. The salty waters of the sea - or grinding irritation of the sand seeping into them could not be pleasant, he imagined.

You sighed, but nodded. There was little you could do for yourself in this state - so all you could do was to place yourself upon the wandering samurai's hands - hoping he would not betray you like every other character you had come across.

It seemed too good to be true.

His hands - gently cleansing away your wounds with a shred of cloth from his own robes, dabbing at them with feathery touches to erase away the dirt clogging up within them.

You wondered, bitterly - when he would inevitably snatch up his sword and drive it through your chest with a cruel grin - demeaning you as life bled out of you.

But the sword remained untouched for the rest of the night.

Come morning sun - casting an orange glow upon the glimmering waters - your fever would be slowly, but surely retreating and your wounds would ache a little less.

The hours slipped away, as he spoke in a soft voice - of his travels, tales of the sea and stars - anything that came to mind. You found yourself grateful for it. It kept your mind off of the harsh reality, if only for a short while.

"Your Grace. I have done all I can for you at the moment, but I fear you will need more professional care. A change of clothes and something soft to rest on would be nice too, wouldn't it?"

You were too exhausted and worn out to argue as he supported your weaker frame - pulling you up and into his arms.

You sighed.

Would he deliver you to your doom, now?

It wasn't such a bad way to go, you supposed. He had lent your final hours some comfort, at least, and he hadn't been cruel. You could almost accept death if it was offered to you like this.

So, you allowed him to carry you away, closing your eyes as you rested your head against his chest, breathing in the subtle scent of lavender melons and naku weeds that clung to his robes. It felt nice to relax - to accept death.

Perhaps you should have done this sooner.

Death did not come, as you were to find out once you regained consciousness once more.

The ground beneath you swayed, ever so slightly - making you wonder if you were still out of it - as it certainly should not be doing that.

You found yourself atop a small mattress - thin, but still providing protection from the wooden floors beneath you. You were also quite...surprised to find your dirty clothes discarded on the floor beside you, and your half-bare body covered in gauze and bandages. The whiteness of the materials was tainted by a light shade of bronze, glimmering when the light peeking in through the small window hit it.

You crawled off the mattress and stumbled over to the window - only to be met with planes of blueish green waves meeting a light, clear sky above.

You were on the Alcor.

You staggered back onto your mattress, sitting down on it and staring at your surroundings in shock.

Why were you on the Alcor?

You strained to remember anything that could hint at it, only to draw blanks.

Until, it hit you.

Kazuha.

Just as you managed to connect the dots, the door was quietly opened - and the man himself rushed in as he saw you, up and awake as you were.

"Your Grace!" he rushed to your side, dropping the pile of cloth he'd been holding onto the mattress beside you. His gentle hands checked your injuries as you watched him in a daze. A fog was still upon your mind, clouding your judgement and slowing your actions.

"I'm glad you're awake, at last," he told you, holding your limp hand in between his as he stared into your eyes.

"At...last?" you managed to stammer out.

He nodded.

"The healers kept giving you herbs and teas that prolonged your sleep - to make your recovery easier," he glanced away, noticing your barely clothed form. "And to make sure you weren't in pain," he added, biting his lip. He grabbed the pile of clothing he'd brought with him.

"I figured you'd need something to wear, considering yours aren't in a great state - so I brought you some of mine." He rose to his feet and turned his back towards you as to not look.

"I'll let you get changed. You can meet me and the captain on deck once you're done."

"Okay...thank you," you muttered, and with that, the man was gone.

He seemed to be oddly nervous - perhaps it was embarrassment from seeing you in such a state? Or embarrassment over potentially embarrassing you?

You shrugged it off and dug into the pile. You'd find something to wear, hopefully.

In the end, you had slipped on a light nagagi, a pair of black hakama and a dark haori with crimson embroideries of maple leaves upon it. You slid on the sandals provided to you - and with a bit of stumbling and the grace of a newborn foal - managed to clamber up to the deck.

The gentle breeze wafted a wave of salt into your nostrils, reminding you that you were indeed, now sailing the seas. Scanning your surroundings, you could only barely make out the foggy visage of a city you were getting further and further from.

"Your Grace!" you heard the familiar voice of Kazuha call out to you.

You noticed him stood by the edge of the deck, leaning upon the railing with Captain Beidou stood beside him. You took in a shaky breath before approaching, the limp in your step and occasional flashes of pain within your eyes not going unnoticed by either.

You rest against one of the nearby beams, catching your breath. Walking was still quite straining despite how much better your wounds looked.

Beidou offered you one of her genuine smiles.

"Welcome to the Alcor, (Name)," she greeted you, not addressing you as formally as Kazuha was apparently hellbent on doing. The fair haired shorter man shot her a pointed look - which she ignored.

She had been well aware of the search for this so-called imposter. Ningguang had even asked her to keep an eye out, so that they may be brought to justice.

But there was no justice in what the world was doing to you, not in her eyes.

God or not - you were clearly weaker than your opponents, and very much unaware of what you'd even done wrong. And as Beidou she knew all too well what being prosecuted for something you are unable to change about yourself felt like.

There was no justice in beating an innocent person simply born with the face of the Creator to death. No dignity or justice in that.

So she was quick to offer her assistance, when Kazuha sauntered aboard with you - passed out and injured - in his arms.

"We won't rat you out to anyone, don't worry. I'm sure we can figure out this situation somehow without the use of violence," she told you.

You simply nodded and thanked her, before she was gone once more - off to do her duty as the captain.

Kazuha slid next to you.

"Your Grace? Are you hungry?" he asked, concern upon his usually composed face.

You shrugged.

"I guess. I'm mostly just...dizzy."

He nodded.

"Must be the aftermath of the medicine," he stated, before gently leading you to the lower decks once more to find the kitchen.

There, with access to more ingredients, he managed to whip up a tasty salad for you - something light and fresh for you, to avoid possible nausea.

For a brief moment, as he fed you small bites of the dish, ever so delicate with you, you wondered if you truly had died and ended up in heaven.

Your days onboard the Alcor passed quicker than you would have thought - with the soothing presence of Kazuha beside you, you were often supplied with gentle words - snippets of poetry the man composed at times. At night - he would tell you of the stars above if he caught your gaze upon them, his voice far off and immersed in the tales.

You had feared seasickness, at first - but the waters remained crystal clear and smooth while you were onboard. Not a single storm, or even dark cloud in the sky dared to approach your companions.

The crew was kind - tending to you as you healed, and more than a few of them had taken to Kazuha's tendency to call you by strange titles - especially after yo managed to accidentally slice your finger while helping out on deck - spilling blood as golden as the shimmering treasure they hunted upon the wooden floors.

The crew and their captain were quick to notice the changes your presence brought onboard. The lack of any bad luck or weather - the bountiful treasures they found, easier than ever before. It was as though the world itself cradled you gently, providing for you and those around you.

Sickness was almost vanquished from the crew - no viruses spreading from visiting distant lands - nor had they had to encounter enemies to fight.

Over time, even the ever skeptical Beidou came to accept, that there was no doubt about your identity - leaving you as the only one not truly believing in such a thing.

On occasion, when the Alcor docked in harbors, you were obviously left onboard - hidden away from prying eyes for your own safety. You didn't mind much at first, but over time, you began to miss the land - the bustling streets you'd wonder as one of the many characters, and the adventure of the wilderness.

It was another such occasion - the crew off to stock up on food and water, you in your lavish cabin - the mattress long replaced with something more comfortable, and many treasures decorating the small space - gifts from the crew.

You gazed out of the small window with a sigh. For the umpteenth tine, you wished you had simply been born with a different face.

Sluggishly, you wondered over to the small mirror hanging up on one of the walls, taking in the sight of your cursed image.

The exhaustion - and injuries, were fading away - but all you could see was the face of the being that had condemned you to a life on the run from your favorite characters from your favorite game - something that used to comfort you as you slipped away from your worries behind a computer screen.

You traced the lines of your face, a frown forming upon your features.

You hated it.

You were too distracted by the darkness enveloping your mind to notice the dark clouds beginning to gather outside - premonitions of an upcoming storm. Too busy to hear the knock upon your door or the commotion beginning to form in Liyue harbor as citizens watched Teyvat's beautiful blue skies bleed into a bitter, angry ash.

Your nails dug into the wretched flesh, ignoring the gold beginning to pool under the pressure of the sharpness.

A gentle hand upon your shoulder shook you out of your thoughts.

"Your Grace?"

Kazuha.

You turned to face him, seeing his shocked expression morph into worry as he examined the golden welts upon your cheeks.

Without thinking, he leaned in closer, his eyes wide with concern.

"Are you alright?" he asked softly, using the sleeve of his robes to dab away at the shimmering beads upon your face.

You stared at him in a daze.

"Your Grace?"

You lowered your eyes.

"No."

"Huh?" he frowned, watching crystal teardrops pool within your eyes.

"I'm not...alright, Kazuha," you whispered, placing your hand upon his delicately.

"I hate this cursed face. It's brought me nothing but pain and scorn in this world!" You stepped away from him, whipping around to face the mirror. In a quick, irrational moment, you ripped it off the wall and slammed it onto the floor with a crash - sending shards flying across the room.

You released a quiet sob after a moment of silence, watching gold drip down your leg - from where a shard had nicked you.

Kazuha slowly lowered himself to one knee, gently wiping away the blood from the small scrape.

"How could you say that, your Grace?" he spoke quietly, an uncharacteristic unsteadiness to his voice.

"Because it's true," you answered, bitterness oozing from your words.

Kazuha rose to his feet once more and gently stroked your cheek with his knuckles.

"But your face is divinity itself. Were you even a mere human like me - I would be brought to my knees at the sight of its beauty."

You sniffled pathetically, lips quirking upwards in a tired smile.

"Always a poet, Kazuha."

He chuckled, the sound airy. It was as though the veil of tension had been eased off of the two of you ever so slightly, giving you room to breathe.

"That is my calling, I suppose," he replied, sighing in relief at the smile on your lips, however small it was.

You exhaled, tired. With a moment of hesitation, you stepped closer to him and rested your forehead upon his shoulder, placing your hand on his other.

He gently pushed a strand of your hair away from your face.

"I'm so tired of being on the run, Kazuha," you spoke quietly, voice muffled slightly by his clothing.

"I know. But try to think of it as...wandering, your Grace." He smiled, brows still tilted downwards in a hint of a frown.

You hummed quietly.

"Wandering, like you?"

He nodded.

"A wandering God and their faithful wandering samurai - awaiting the day the world repents for their crimes against them."

You laughed dryly.

"I think I like the sound of that."

He placed his face upon your head, inhaling your familiar, lovely scent.

"I think I do too, your grace."

And at least at that moment - as you held the man who had saved you and given you a new life aboard the Alcor, you felt a flicker of hope within you.

Hope that things would be okay, one day.

stood up pt. 2

characters: alhaitham & ayato

read part one here!

a/n: cannot thank u all of you enough for how well-received the first fic was, hope you can enjoy the second part just as much!! also i hope you can forgive my limited knowledge of flora (and the things i made up) on haitham's part!!

tags: comfort / summary: wallowed in guilt, how will they make it up to you?

Alhaitham

“You look like shit,” Kaveh commented nonchalantly, as if currently watching some character on a show. “Shut it,” Alhaitham replied, having zero intention in dealing with his roomate. It has been a week since he finished his research, but relief didn’t wash over him at all, it was the same day as he had cruelly stood you up, making you wait for three whole hours before he finally came. There were a lot of upsetting feelings he’s been experiencing through for the past few days, but lately he felt giving his past self a good punch for forgetting such an important day. In a way too he had blamed the research that’s been occupying him. Although he quickly perished that thought, since it’d be too easy—blaming something other than himself. When in fact he is wholly at fault for forgetting the date.

Everyday Alhaitham had been coming to your house, wanting to talk to you but what always greet him was your roomate, telling him that you’re busy. Feeling like he had no right to push it further, he left it at that. With clenched fists and a pang on his chest everytime, he was forced to go home. Today he was at his wits’ end, he had no idea what to do and how would he make you to meet him even for a second. Other than forgiveness that he’s looking for, he missed you terribly. With all the times he could’ve spent with you taken by the damn research, he longed to embrace you, to see your smile, and listen to you rambling about what’s been happening in your life.

Alhaitham wasn’t really one to be experienced in ‘love’, he knew that, you knew that. That’s why he loved your patience in guiding him through this thing, but now the only person that would be able to tell him what to do was the very one person he couldn’t talk to. Alhaitham groaned, thinking if you were in his position you’d probably know to do—scratch that. If it’s you, Alhaitham was sure that you wouldn’t even allow yourself to do such a careless act.

☘

“He’s here again,” your roomate claimed, seeing him from the window. “Just tell him the same thing,” you said, hugging your knees as you sat on the couch. It's true that Alhaitham looked horrible, but you weren’t any better. You’ve been crying yourself to sleep every night, it especially hurt, when you had to hold back the sobs over a pillow that your throat hurts; since you didn’t want to disturb your roomate. What happened that day was like a slap to the face, that you were forced to recognize a fact that perhaps you love Alhaitham way more that he loves you.

Your rommate just nodded to what you say and went to the door. Not long she came back bearing a message. “He said he’d wait for you outside until you feel like talking to him.”

“Just leave him be them, I’m sure he’d go back soon, it’s especially cold outside today.” You said, really having no idea just how stubborn the gray-haired male is going to act. “Well, just keep an eye out.” Your roomate went back to her room. Tell that to him. You thought. You turned the television on to distract yourself, but you couldn’t help but peek outside the window every few minutes, to see if he’s still there. And he always was.

And that went for more than an hour, until you felt like you couldn’t do it anymore. You were mad at him, but you’re not heartless. You couldn’t be. However you didn’t intend to forgive him so easily, you told yourself that you were only meeting him to send him home and to not come back everyday.

You approach the front door and opened it.

There he stood, with an hand behind his back. When he saw you, his eyes lit up, but it quickly turns into a look of concern and guilt mixes, seeing your swollen eyes.

“What do you want?” You curtly said, taking a good look of the man in front of you who’s in terrible shape. His complexion doesn’t look good, there are bags under his eyes, he hasn’t been taking care of himself at all. A part of your chest twinge at the fact that not being able to see you was the cause of all this. You weren’t used to seeing Alhaitham so all over the place, when he always showed a perfect picture of a man who got it all together.

“I’m sorry,” He quickly cut to the chase, afraid that you’ll be out of his sight yet again as he revealed a purple hyacinth, handing it to you. The flower that represented regret and remorse. Then he continued meekly, “Of course, I don’t expect you to forgive me with one lousy flower, but I hope you will believe me when I said I truly regret that I had forgotten about our date, it seethes me with terrible anger to remember that I let myself be so caught up in my business, resulting you had to stand in the snow for hours; hours of you thinking of the reason why I didn’t come, and hours of doubting my feelings towards you. It must’ve felt terrible, I am so sorry.” His voice was close to trembling, however he knew to hold it in, since the one who should be upset was you. “I understand if me being in your vision may infuriate you, but please, please don’t shut me out.” He pleaded, it’s the most vulnerable expression you’ve ever seen on him that it tugs on your heartstrings.

Of course the truth is you missed him as much as he does, but you had to be sure of his feelings towards you. And seeing him now yet again after many failed attempts of meeting you over the days with a flower you didn’t even know where it came from since every field should be covered in snow and a heartfelt all-over-the-place apology, you couldn’t help but soften up. You reached to take the flower. “Come in, let’s talk inside.”

You both sat on the couch, your right hand went to rub his cheek. It was incredibly cold. “What were you thinking, standing in the cold like that? What if I hadn’t come out?” You mumbled gently. “It was nothing compared to what I put you through, I would’ve wait even for days.” He frowned as you leaned in to your touch, putting his hand atop of yours. Oh how he missed this. However he didn’t indulge on the touch thinking it was forgiveness, it’s just because you were that kind.

“You really hurt me,” you started, as he listened. “I had been looking forward to the date for days and then seeing you late looking like you just barely woke up—it made think that maybe you didn’t love me as much.” Your voice sounded so small as you reached the end of your sentence. Alhaitham felt pricks on his heart at the confession, swiftly pulling you into a tight hug. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” He kissed your temple. “I’m sorry I made you feel that way. But I can assure you that was not the case. I was so caught up on my research that I mixed up the date of our meeting, though that’s not an excuse for such a careless act.” He paused.

“(y/n), I love you very much.”

Alhaitham was really having trouble telling you just how much he loves you. If you’d asked, he would wait on the cold for days until you’re ready to talk to him, even today he thought that it was okay if it was only a second, he had to see you, to know you’re doing fine and well, that was what he thought the most important thing. Just the way he kissed you so gently at the top of your head, you thought that you had a grasp as to how much he loves you. “Thank you for letting me see you,” he smiled, he cupped your face planting kisses on each of your swollen eyelids.

“Promise me you’ll make up for it, haitham,” you said softly. A chance. Alhaitham felt an unexplainable tingle feeling on his chest, “I promise.” He then said kissing you gently on the lips, as he made a mental note to always, always pick you up at your place for the dates that are more to come.

☘

“The flowers? I.. went to Tighnari first thing in the morning, I asked him about the language of the flowers and what they meant. I came across it as I read a book, fortunately I could find the one I was looking for.” He explained, strangely bashful.

Flower picking? On this weather?

“But where did you even get it, isn’t everything either covered in snow or had withered already?” You asked genuinely curious. “Well Tighnari said there would be some on the cliffs of The Chasm, so I went there.” He said.

Cliff? The Chasm? That terribly dangerous place? Of course it’d be nothing for Alhaitham, you thought. But still, traveling that far and so quickly just for a flower.. you couldn’t help but smile.

“Thank you, I like it.” You smiled, the one where it made Alhaitham’s inside all tingly and warm. At this he felt like he really could do anything, as long as you were the one who asked for it. “Tell me what kind of flower you want on our next date, I’ll definitely bring it to you.” He took your hand, trailing little kisses along your fingertips to your wrist. Your stomach fluttered. You really do love him.

As if lesson was strictly learned, from that day forward Alhaitham had never once made you wait anywhere anymore at all. He's always ready in front of your door, sometimes with a flower, sometimes with something that you'd nonchalantly said the day before; for instance a food you were craving for, a necklace that you stared a second longer than the other that were on display, or even a stuffed toy you mentioned was cute even though you only said it to make a conversation.

Before, Alhaitham usually passive, most times always being the receiving end by your spoiling, but it was because he didn't want to take initiative, he just didn't understand how. Now, he understood just how delightful it was to see his loved one smile because of the things he did, and he only had you to thank for that.

Ayato

“My lord?” Thoma’s voice snapped the blue-haired male train of thoughts. “Ah, yes just leave the tea there Thoma.” He said. “Did something happen, my lord? You’ve been pretty out of it all week.”

“I’m fine, you can return to your duty,” Ayato calmly said. The blond housekeeper only nodded and went out, understanding very well that it was futile to probe any further. Ayato looked blankly at the unattended pile of papers he needed to take care of, he hasn’t been working well—or even at all. Since everytime his mind would wander off to you, to your meek voice that day telling him that you were tired, with a tone so hurt his heart couldn’t help but ache. This regret, this remorse; he wondered if he even had any right to feel them? When even to this day he unconsciously stilll waited for you to barge in to the estate, wanted to see you smile happily while greeting him without a care in the world. But that didn’t happen, of course it didn’t.

Ayato shut his eyes with an unpleasant expression for the nth time that day, remembering the date he had forgotten. For how long you were waiting for him? What were you thinking while waiting for him on such a harsh weather? What was it that finally made you give up? All these questions swirled inside his mind as he couldn’t even imagine how terrible you must’ve felt that day. Ayato was a formidable man, he was responsible and someone with a strong conviction, it was what the political people said at least. But he knew you’d laugh, if you hear it. Responsible? That Ayato? Who made his lover wait for him out in the cold for hours?

He didn’t even realize he’s been clenching his fist until he saw the crinkled paper scattered across his desk. Why the hell did I forget such an important day? He fumed, gritting his teeth. But the truth was he had no excuse, he had simply forgotten, perhaps he could blame the endless meeting he had to go through, but even then he was the one who made the promise that he could come. The guilt overwhelmed him, he hoped it would just swallowed him alive, but it wouldn’t be fair to you. He considered calling one of his soldier to try and punch him in the face so he could feel a little free from the binding shame, but only to realize the person who even had the right to do that was none other than you. So Ayato was determined that he’d do anything to beg for your forgiveness.

But more than forgiveness, he’s been worried about your health. He thought that if you hadn’t forgiven him, at least you could be well and healthy, though it was extremely hypocritical to say since he was the one who made you sick in the first place. Ayato stood up, planning to go to your place yet again even though his work was piling up, there are meetings that are waiting to be attended. But at the moment it was clear to him that nothing else matters except seeing you.

☘

This was truly the worst.

Lying down with a fever with nothing to do, surrounded with nothing but unpleasant thoughts roaming around your mind. You blinked the tears away once again as they keep coming occasionally, remembering that day.

You sighed, your head was throbbing and you couldn’t really sleep as you just woke up an hour ago.

As if on cue, a familiar voice called out from the door. “(y/n)?” Ayato called out. Another tired sigh escaped. Does this man not know how to take a hint? You’ve been driving him away for the past few days, his face was the one thing you couldn’t stand to see.

“Please (y/n) open the door, even just for a few second.” His voice was now strained, laced with desperation and plead. You got up all wobbly from the headache, body still feeling sluggish. “What?” You said, frowning.

Seeing your condition Ayato’s expression contorted into utter displeasure, as if you being this way had hurt him too. What a joke, you almost laughed out loud. He looked like he wanted to say something based of how he gaped and closed his mouth like a fish, still finding the right words to say.

“Your few seconds are up,” you said, already on your way to closing your door. “No, no, please.” He hold the door, and of course with your condition and his ridiculous strength, there’s no way you would win that one. “Can I come in?” He finally said. “Why?” You said, leaning on the doorframe intending to look intimidating as you crossed your arm, but really you needed the support to stand up straight on your currently weak body. This didn’t go unnoticed by the sword-wielder of course as the worried expression deepened across his face. “Please, sweetheart let’s talk inside, I’m worried you’ll faint any minute with your condition.” You let off his slip of a tongue, too tired to reprimand him on that. And honestly you wanted nothing more than to return to your bed but you still had something to say. “Worried?” You laughed mockingly, and Ayato had never felt smaller. “Yes.” Still, he managed to say. “Would’ve been nice if you were worried when I was waiting for you in the snow for hours.” That one stings, and Ayato knew he deserved that.

Too tired to chase him away, you just return to your bed and inside your blanket. Ayato just stood awkwardly near the bed. “Have you been taking medicine? How is your head? Would I be allowed to check your temperature? What do you want to-“

“Ayato.” Your tone was chilling, felt like a definite warning—Ayato knew, it was a warning. Right now he doesn’t have any right, there are other matters he should be groveling to take responsibility of, he thought.

“Will you be willing to listen to me?” He kneeled beside the bed, putting his hand on the edge of it, hesitating whether he should touch your hand or not. Your back was still facing him, but you were quiet. Assuming that it was a permission, Ayato continued to talk.

“First of all, I apologize. I couldn’t even begin to tell you how I regret my action, that you had to stand there alone waiting for me—who stupidly didn’t even remember, I apologize.” He whispered, his voice was weak. “No, even way before that the way you always come to the estate to visit me and stood by my side no matter how crazy my work got and how I never thought how it would take a toll on you, I truly truly apologize.” You felt a little part of your heart melted at how meek his voice was.

“I took your unconditional kindness and patience for granted,” he said. There was silence after that, “you did,” you finally said. “I’m sorry.” Ayato repeated once again. He then very hesitantly grabbed your hand, and as soon as he saw that you gave the okay he brought it to his face, kissing your palm very lovingly. You turned your head to him as you were lying down, he looked disheveled.

“Don’t go to the estate anymore.” The blue-haired male announced suddenly, your stomach dropped as he quickly continued.

“From now on I’ll come to you.”

You blinked. “I’ll make sure to be here every day, greeting you first thing in the morning.” Ayato smiled, determined. He was sure on his decision to do this. “As of now, I know very well I don’t deserve your kindness, so I’ll try hard to do better, to do my best, for you.”

Your heart softened at his words.

“Can you please give me this chance?” He was desperate. Your anger slowly dissipated, a warm light like a candle flickered inside your chest, a hope. “Okay.” Ayato was over the moon hearing the response, that he couldn’t help but kiss your temple. Your stomach fluttered, it knew you missed his touch. “For now can I ask you to eat and take medicine?” He asked while gently tucking your hair behind your ear. You nodded, as he got everything ready. He ended up beside you all day, taking care of your needs.

☘

Since that day Ayato did not break his promise even once. Always coming in the morning, sometimes with gift on his hand, other times with breakfast all ready. Then he shared his schedule with you for the day, and even then he’d always be the one to visit you when he was free, showering you with such overwhelming love. It was clear that the man love you very very much, and now he didn’t let you forget that.

“Ayato, thank you.” You said, on a random night. He just looked at you, adoration was apparent on his expression. “Anything for you, love. I mean it, anything.” He kissed your lips gently, the nightfall continued comfortably.

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Thinking about RentedBoyfriend! Au with the genshin men.

reader is your typical lonely rich person with too much time of their hands. So, with a need for physical contact, they sign up on a rental boyfriend website.

The boys are separated mainly by personality and certain physical traits. They all look really nice you have a hard time choosing your first boyfriend. Although the website had a lot of rough men and bad boys, you wanted to start out simple for your first time. Your cursor hovered over a certain profile, Xiao? He seemed nice enough, plus the photos of him at the gym were enough to convince you he was handsome. When you scrolled down to look at his timetable, it was obvious he wasn’t the most popular guy on the website but he had good reviews so you decided to make an appointment with him before you got into the shower. What you didn’t expect was for him to text you immediately after you got into the shower, only to find his texts 30 minutes later.

“I’ll have you know that there will be absolutely no kissing whether it be in private or public. If you insist on going out for our date then i have to make sure your outfit is up to my approval first. Under no circumstances can you tell anyone that we’ve met before when we are seen in public outside of dates. It also happens that I have a girlfriend, so while i may treat you with formality, you are not allowed to fall in love no matter what we do.”

10 dates and a heartbroken girlfriend later, he retracts his statement as he roughly pounds you into the bed at a love hotel that he begged you to stop by. Hes been so needly lately that you wonder if he has any time to get stuff done when hes not making your eyes roll back.

to be fair, he's a broke college student with no time during the day, no patience for retail customers, and an incredibly pretty face. his guardian/boss/whatever Zhongli is to him in this au probably wouldn't disapprove of his temporary career path, but for the sake of his own pride, he likes to keep it subtle, to make sure he never takes you anywhere anyone would recognize him or let your relationship grow into something else, something less financial than he'd like it to be. he's good at it, too, when his 'dates' aren't intimidated by his... uh, strong personality. and, as long as his professional life never overlaps with his personal life, he's fine with doing whatever his clients ask him to - for a generous hourly rate, of course.

that's what he tells himself as he starts contacting you pre-payment, at least, as he invites himself back to your apartment and fucks you over the sound of his (recently turned ex) boyfriend's calls. he writes it off as an obligation, a small extension of the responsibilities he normally takes on, but he's constantly hitting you up, constantly leaving bitemarks and bruises on your neck, constantly offering to take you places he wouldn't even bring up around you, a couple months ago. it's almost cute - just how clingy he is, how he pouts and furrows his brow whenever you try to say that you just can't spend time with him tonight. he puts on such a good act, like he really thinks the two of you are a couple. like he means any of the sweet things he says to you.

like he really thinks of himself as your boyfriend.