This Goes Hard

This goes hard

merry chrismaus errbody woo

#Merry crisis

Heaven Sent Pt. 5

FemReader x Cyno (Brothel AU)

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Previous parts: Pt.4, pt.3, pt.2, and pt.1.

word count: 2.2k (oh waw)

unapologetically not proofread, *evil hamster laughter*

des: A continuation of my on-going series with Cyno and Femreader in Brothel AU. They finally get a slice of peace in this one, yay

warnings: None. Just awkward Cyno and bad attempts of the funny.

it took so long to get this out, lawd almighty...

Nonetheless, I hope you like :>

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“Luckily, there’s only a light bruise on her right ankle. So she’ll have to apply this salve for a few days,” the fennec man pulls out said salve that’s in a container, and places it on the nightstand. 

“If she does, it’ll heal like nothing had been there in the first place.” He says as he turns to gather his things. The general watched from the doorway, his arms crossed in his usual stern manner.

“Thanks, ‘nari.”

“Of course, so why don’t we talk about it?” He finished packing up and stood to look at him directly. Cyno sighs, his body now leaning by the door.

 “Can’t we do that another time? There’s a more pressing matter.”

 “Hmm, so pressing that rather than moving onto the next step, you’ve stopped by yet again to check if she woke up. Very pressing, indeed.” He mumbled sarcastically, narrowing his eyes in doubt at his companion, who shrunk a little at his scrutinizing gaze. In doing so, he proved to the foxian that his doubt was not misplaced. Raised brows followed by an even more doubtful ‘uh-huh,’ came from him as he approached the exit.

“You have the audacity to visit multiple times throughout the day, —I know you’re not questioning my medical experience now, Cyno.” He rests a hand on his hip and eyes him again.

“What is with you, nowadays?” He tried to come across as lighthearted as possible, like how any friend would when something raises some concern. However, no matter how he would’ve phrased it –this was obviously a confrontation.

The gray haired man looks pressed at the question at first, not really knowing why he himself is more anxious…more restless these days, either. Just a while ago, he was in the exact state—moving around without settling, going at the racing pace of his thoughts and before he knew it, his feet led him to her. Where he subconsciously waits for her to open her eyes…

Even so, the only thing he could say from what little he could gather for himself —of himself, is “I don’t know…” 

A bit of shame came with that feeling of dejectedness at his own answer. But truly, that was all he could sum it as. Crossed arms and heavy sighs, the pair of men resembled each other in the room. Cyno’s days when everything was clear and easy to understand seems blurry now. Seeing how things are, Tighnari decides not to press any further.

With one last heavy sigh, he glances towards him again, eyes much softer compared to moments ago. He figured the last thing his friend needed was more things to take up his well over occupied mind.

“If you’ve spared room for her in that knocker of yours, you won’t have to for too long. She’ll wake up any moment now.” Tighnari places a firm grip on the general’s shoulder, pressing a thin line of a smile, hoping to reassure him. Even if that reassurance could barely be felt, the general could use every ounce he can get right now. He passes him by the door, saying lastly before going,

“You should get some rest too. Nights for us are getting shorter.” Cyno nods, no words needed to be further exchanged. A feeling of gratitude surrounded them briefly. A quick ‘good night’ later and he had gone  his way. Leaving him in that pure silence that was unknowingly needed. Why he suddenly felt steady, well, he could owe that thanks to Tighnari for reassuring him that she will be fine now that she’s here, in Aaru Village. 

His eyes eventually wander over to the resting village, and the serenity that swept it when night falls. These are times that are rare and worth treasuring. In the days to come, all the amount of work that he and his colleagues have compiled for months will finally come to fruition. Everything has been set into place so…why was there still something to worry about?

He shuts his eyes. Inviting the world around him to reach his ears instead, and potentially aid him in his focus ... .And sure enough, the twinkles of sand falling against the wind, the soft running of water in the laid out pipes lined within the walls can be heard. Along came the lanterns with their fire emitting a slight crackle, and he could practically visualize the flames flickering ever so slightly with the palm leaves swaying in the air…

 The sounds of the desert made a symphony to lull his mind, finally enough to calm… 

He opens his eyes again, sighing as he does. But amidst the quiet, a gentle rustling of lenin sheets is heard from behind him.

“I’m not dreaming, am I?” Your hoarse voice rang in the ambiance, one that quickly brought Cyno to your side. He moved from the window and towards you, helping you sit up. Your vision was a little blurry of sleep, not so much that you couldn’t tell that the figure in front of you is Cyno, but you couldn’t quite make out the details of him just right so you rubbed your eyes.

 After doing so,  you took a good look at the figure in front of you and it became increasingly apparent that he looked far more exhausted than when you last saw him.

“General, you should sleep—“ He raises his hand slightly to stop you and opens his mouth, muttering something too soft for you to hear.

“Uh, come again?” You tilt your head a bit to his direction, trying to get a better hear of him.

“Cyno.” He breathes out, eyes drooping slightly as he begins to ease more and more, “Just call me Cyno.”

You couldn’t help the small smile that appeared on your lips, a warm and comfortable feeling invoked at this sincere, albeit, simple gesture. 

“Alright then, so now will you rest?”

“I will, since it seems you’re all set for the night.” your brows furrowed, wondering just how long he had been waiting on you.

“Gener-“ you paused before correcting yourself, “Cyno,” you said carefully, “-were you… waiting for me?”

“Ah, so it seems.” He nodded more so to confirm that himself before looking back to you, answering in certainty, “Yes, I was.” 

“But there was no need to…” You uttered, becoming a little bashful at the fact.

“That may be true but…” the man in front of you tried to come with a reason but just as before, and with his mind running to exhaustion, nothing came up. Instead he turned away, clearing his throat and looking back to you as if he had forgotten something.

“Right, Candace, the woman from earlier had drawn a bath for you. You should probably take it…” Your lips turned downwards. Had a couple days gone by while you were asleep? If so, did your hygiene really deteriorate to this extent? –you could only frown at the thought and asked, seeking in all honesty,

“…I don’t smell that bad..do I?” 

Cyno gazes at you in confusion until realizing and internally cringing over his poor choice of words.

 “Ah..that’s not what I meant—It’s…” he stops to actually consider what he’d say next, before carefully glancing in your direction, “—you’d feel more comfortable if you did. –In fact, you smell..-fine.”

Not that you could tell, especially with his back turned at you, –the poor man’s composure is shaking at its pillars.

“I’ll walk you there.”

 He offers his arm to you, a slight gesture for you to take it and in some unexpected way, you did. A bit entranced —maybe near fond of this charming hesitancy that he was displaying. 

Stiffly, he led you from the room and into the evening. A sweet stroll had engulfed you as he set the pace for you both, however awkward it was. But…you didn’t seem to really mind. Well, you couldn’t really put yourself to. Not when the common stars bear witness to your new freedom, not when you can bask in an eve as pleasant as this one, one of thousands that you’ll undoubtedly have, — and most especially in an arm’s length of the one who promised you so… 

That in mind, you turn your glance from the floor and onto the one who was exhausted on your behalf, who relentlessly still, watched over you as he acted as your guide. Nothing but the deepest depth of gratitude filled you. As clear as the sky, the exact words you wanted to say resurfaced in your mind, and wholeheartedly you retraced them with your lips– 

“Thank you, Cyno…” you softly spoke, sincere as it was from your heart. He however, only answered with,

“I haven’t done nearly enough…”

“What do you mean?” you questioned genuinely, your feet coming to a stop and with him still wrapped to you, he did as well. Red eyes escaping yours, seemingly avoiding your gaze as his words avoid the tip of his tongue. Unreasonable guilt having sit on his lips, leaving you with no answer.

“Do you…even realize how much you’ve done?” He pondered it for a moment before ultimately resigning to just hearing what you had to say,

“Cyno, you’ve given me hope in a place that forced me to abandon it.” You unhooked your arm form his and spaced into the memories of you both, recounting with a gladdened tone–

“You’ve reminded me that I still have strength.” You turned back to him, eyes graciously expressing that gratitude, 

”Were it not for you, I wouldn’t have been able to find my way out of that hell…” 

“So for you to say you haven’t done enough,” your tone suddenly took a shift, one that went serious as you stared at him, “--are you invalidating what I’ve gone through?”

In both visible and audible panic, Cyno jolted to change your mind, “No–That’s not what I think–”

At his raised shoulders and widened eyes, you did little to fight the snicker that made way across your features. 

“Cyno,” You brought up from your chuckles, a lighthearted smile on your face, “I was just pulling your leg.” 

“Oh.”

You hummed at his blank face, and still with a smile you said, “You’re not the only one who can make bad jokes.”

“Are…my jokes not that funny?”

“Well, I’m sure if you keep trying, you’ll strike a gold one, no doubt.” A sigh escapes your lips, seemingly content with the more comfortable air that surrounded you two. Staring up into the sky with a longing from far away, you spoke with a lighthearted tone to you,

“In all seriousness, I meant what I said earlier. Cyno,” your glance leaves the stars from above and turns to look into those flickering flames for eyes, filled with might for righteousness, and still yet, even they’ve grown tired. In all sincerity, from the depths of your being, you uttered to him, “Thank you. For all that you’ve done.”

“What you have achieved so far, has helped, and will help many more who has walked a similar path of life as I have….so please,”

Your hands found his’ and held them in a firm and warm grasp. Your face illuminated by the bright night lured him out of that senseless guilt. 

“-take this much to heart.” The winds, just as before, carried your voice to his ears like an answer to a prayer, and it seeded a way to sooth whatever uneasiness that lay dormant in his mind. It wasn’t a whole lot, but still a start. With that, his only response was a nod to show for his understanding. You yourself weren’t sure if your words carried any weight to him, so at least for now, this much will have to do. You took his arm again, as well as his attention as he glanced to you wordlessly asking what you were doing with him, 

“You still have to escort me the rest of the way, right?”

“That’s right. Apologies.” He’s quick to respond and in a shaky manner too, as he tries to stand tall and walk you the rest of the way without shrinking in place. Concern becomes you as you worry over his wobbly stature.

“Are you sure you’re alright? Maybe…it was a bad idea to drag you with me.” Your hold on his arm loosened the slightest and in less than a second, Cyno had gone from weak to stern-sure, his voice coming in like a thunderclap as he spoke solemnly,

“Y/n,”

“Yes?” you answered in uncertainty, still eyeing him with worry.

“Even if I lost a limb, I’d still be here escorting you.” His brows cast downwards in a manner of seriousness, staring only straight ahead into the distance like a man on a mission. Voice giving anything but silliness. 

And yet, you laughed. He turned to you in bafflement, “...what was funny about that?”

“Ah—No..no, sorry—you losing a limb is not a laughing matter at all—It’s just, you say the most out of pocket things..” you giggled, amused by the strange specimen beside you. That apparent seriousness melted away immediately as his face warmed at the sight of you chuckling. Eyes softened as he watched for what you said next, walking beside you arm in arm.

“If people were around to witness, they’d probably mistake us for lovers.” Your little mindless comment echoed in his mind. It was now completely blank up there, and if you hadn’t called his name repeatedly, he’d likely walk you both out to the desert.

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A/N: So much has happened in these couple of weeks that has kept me from getting this one out.

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I won't delve into it tho, i gotta finish this so i can rant to my mother and commence our ritual nightly watching of cringey ahh chinese dramas.

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Thank you a bunchies to those who come back to this little 'ol thing I got going on here :< <3

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Stay safe out there and remind someone that you love them <3

Until then,

-Kapi

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Hi coming here to be serious once.

If you didn’t know, multiple Eng VAs from Genshin Impact are coming out about the fact they haven’t been paid—literally one of them being Paimon, the character with the most voice lines in the game.

I really want to urge people to support the Eng VAs going through this stuff and potentially going homeless because of lack of pay.

If you want more information, here’s Tomo’s VA (Twitter Thread) and Paimon’s (Tiktok) explaining the situation. Corina (Paimon’s VA) in particular has not been paid for their work since December 2022

It’s unknown if this is the fault of Hoyoverse or the Eng recording studio company, Formosa but please spread awareness n support these folks

In addition, voice actors are indeed included with the SAG-AFRTRA. Although Genshin is NOT Union, it should be in order to prevent people from not getting paid in a timely manner.

So with that being said. How can you help? Well the biggest way actually is

Stop supporting voice AI

On TikTok there have been many trends stealing Eng VAs to say whatever. Alhaitham’s and Zhongli’s seem the most popular within the Genshin realm, which again is not okay. One VA in particular, Erica Lindback, Futaba’s from Persona 5, expressed her discomfort any was send so much hate she deactivated Twitter.

Genshin’s own Erika, Erika Harlacher-Stone, who plays Venti, also discribed her discomfort with AI and people stilling her voice to say whatever and was met with a lot of hate.

Don’t interact with it. Don’t support it. These are people, not just characters

And finally If this push for unionization goes through for Genshin, support it. Support them. Their skill and acting gives life to the character we love so much.

Literally screaming 💀

I see no difference 💀

Reblog to kill it faster