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flawless night, forevermore

feat. ayato, baizhu, alhaitham, childe, kaveh, raiden ei ( separate )

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 they are so obviously in love with you

( or, in which i tie them to a taylor song i’ve been crazing over, but you don’t have to know the songs to read / understand )

note. reader’s gender unspecified, no other warnings

KAMISATO AYATO. lover

His lips curled up with a fathomless fondness he did not even notice about himself. His ticklish gaze, his admiring eyes, his comforting silence—such a poor, poor man drowning in his hopelessness, falling love struck into the night.

Even atop the dewy grass that stained his carefully tailored clothes, he paid no mind to the mess as he preferred to hear you talk instead. The intelligence of a Kamisato was long forgone in the melody of your voice, and perhaps you had strum his heartstrings too much to the point he loses his senses. He forgets a lot of things about himself when he’s with you, perhaps at one point, even his own name.

Kamisato, the name that ties him to a lifetime of formality and not a single night of rest. A dreary lifetime that does not allow him to learn the wonders of love. But oh, how he loves you.

“I’ve always wanted one of those cute little tea tables,” you muttered into the cool winds under the glowing moon. Your finger absentmindedly traced an oval into the air, a motion that had his head following your invisible drawing. “We can sit together in the mornings and have tea before work.”

“Then we’ll get one,” Ayato affirmed. He failed to notice how his own grin had widened, simply as an automatic reaction from seeing your pleased smile at his response. “Little cushions for us to sit in, too,” he added on. “You know those round ones? We can have them in our favorite colors.”

Look at him, blushing over silly cushions.

There’s a dazzling haze in his eyes when he’s like this. It’s a spark that never runs out once ignited, for he has a history of rambling when he’s with you. “There is this porcelain tea set we can get, which has a pattern I know you’ll like,” he’ll say, further jumping to “And it comes in a set of four—we can always invite Ayaka and Thoma over to drink with us.” He’ll go on and on like this, fantasizing of a life where you lived together, happily ever after.

He’s imagined this for eons in his head. Such innocent-presenting ideas and remarks, but it’s obvious in the way he talks so fast. It’s ridiculously evident the more excited he gets as the night stretches on, that he’s been daydreaming of the moment you move in with him, so he may love you every day.

All he asks is to be forever yours, for as long as time permits.

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BAIZHU. sparks fly

It almost never rained in Liyue.

But his words were such a booming thunderstorm that no water droplet could ever compare, even amidst this cold, grey afternoon. And only when he finally blew you away like a thin stack of cards, did he feel a sharp sense of emptiness at the sight of you running off into the pouring rain.

Baizhu admitted that you were a burden to him. Boring, unintelligent, annoying—that you were a hindrance to be around. You were only a distraction to Qiqi, and more importantly, a bothersome presence to him.

It took all his willpower just to spit such venom from his tongue straight to your face—all his might just to convince you that seeing him is a bad idea. And yet, you still called him a liar.

“You mean none of those words,” you sharply inhaled via short, speechless breaths. He could tell you were breaking down from his hateful speech, but to his guilt, it was exactly what he wanted to see from you. “You’re just trying to drive me away again,” you spat out. You were trying to convince yourself: that fact alone was clear to him. But the longer he stayed quiet despite biting back the truth—biting back that he has fallen so immensely deep in love with you—you began to doubt yourself.

But the moment he watched your figure break down past this storm, he immediately crumbled with a sense of guilt much stronger than any curse he has ever wished upon himself.

Perhaps he was too harsh on you. Archons, perhaps he was too mean—this was exactly why he didn’t deserve you. You deserved better than such a sick, lowly man who could not even live for himself, instead binding his life to save others instead.

But still, even after all his own revelations and realization of his nonexistent self worth…

He was still a greedy, selfish man.

And that selfishness had him running right out of his door and into the pouring rain, not caring at how the sudden cold nipped and picked at his skin, or how the winds beat at his frail body. Not even the Archons could halt such a starvation for salvation—it was the only spark he had left to chase.

In this cold, dreary life—in this cold, dreary day alone—you still shone like the sun under the dim streetlights of Liyue upon this pale grey sky. His body still eased the moment you caught his eye, almost as if your gaze alone had suddenly removed every drop of sickness he self-injected into his own bloodstream, or as if you were the cure he was looking for all his life.

Such selfishness once again had his body fighting from collapsing when he desperately fell into your arms that held him so dearly. And the greed of mankind only snapped when found his lips settled so hopelessly against yours, clinging onto your kiss as if he would die tonight.

Truly, maybe he would. But for now, in your embrace, he feels the strongest he’s ever been since he sold his soul.

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ALHAITHAM. enchanted

Archons, he hated these events, though he had no choice but to attend. No one could ever allow the Acting Grand Sage, even if he held so much spite, to escape the demeaning eyes of Sumerean publicity.

Alhaitham held himself as an independent soul. But this formalwear, this clanging of champagne glasses, this suffocating air—were definitely not so independent nor free.

This hall of aspiring young scholars and old men, all in one exhibit for the sake of research and networking. Academics is what they acclaim, but the Acting Grand Sage may be too thick of a personality for them (if he had one at all). But the only thing keeping his eyes open from boredom, quite surprisingly a person, was you.

You, who looked young compared to these much older alumni and long-time scholars. And it was truly you, out of the many faces in this room, who he could not name.

Your eyes met from across the room. Such a sliver of a chance—his eyes whispered a curious glance from the opposite wall among this dreary sea of scholars. There was a spark graced by the Electro Archon, perhaps; or maybe even a gush of wind from the God of Anemo. But every sense of composure was lost when his body moved on its own, walking himself closer and closer just to meet you.

It begins with hello; it always does. It continues with quick remarks, with “I’ve never seen you before,” and with “Have we met?” And soon enough, he feels like he’s in school again. He feels a flutter he has not known in years, an urge to talk quicker than he can think. The crinkle at the corner of your eyes has him immersed in amazement. The sole fact that you can crack a smile at him; a smile that wasn’t fake politeness like all these scholars.

For some reason unbeknownst to him, that expression of yours alone had his feet glued to the floor, like you’ve trapped him in such an engaging conversation he desperately could not let go. It was a forcibly dreadful night—you turned it flawlessly enchanting in a way that you read to him like a book, all in which he could not put you down once he begins.

And once the event ends, and he is forced to leave you so soon, he watches you walk away with an expression that he himself could not even read.

Wonderstuck.

He would never notice the light tint on his face, staining his cheeks all the way home.

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CHILDE. cruel summer

Left foot, right foot, tiptoe, right foot—hold the counter, hold the wall, hold the rail all the way up the steps… He’s got this.

One step down the hall, another foot down, a third one until he finds a steady rhythm. The room is hazy, the walls are spinning. His head hurts and he feels like a baby taking his first steps, so helpless and unsteady that he almost wants to cry again from exasperated frustration alone. Why was this so hard? Did he really hate himself so much, that he would stagger his way home from the bar like this?

One hand on the door, turn the knob, and—

Ah. He dropped his keys so loudly on the floor.

You woke up with a start from the bedside, immediately turning to him wide-eyed in both starling surprise from the noise, and more importantly, concern. He didn’t mean to wake you. He hated feeling guilty, but it was the exact feeling that crept up his spine once he saw the devastated look on your face. Frenzied eyes and dark circles—clearly you had stayed up just to wait for him, too.

“Ajax,” you voiced—a tone full of worry and heavy exhaustion, God, he felt so horrible. “Oh, Ajax, come here.”

As much as he didn’t like it when you cared for him like this, he was not immune to the sounds of your calling. His shaky legs carried him immediately, as if the alcohol in his system was pulling him towards you, too. “I’m fine,” he barely stuttered out. It was a claim he had to make immediately, a sign he was desperate to reassure you.

Your eyes grew heavier, though he did not know if they were lidded from concern or from sleepiness. Either way, he practically melted from the touch of your palms resting against his cheeks. So warm, but a much more pleasant warmth than the burning summer air that he just walked in, all the way home with a liquor-dazed mind.

“Have you been crying…?” Ah, and that was why your eyes were narrow—they were squinting at the sorry stains of tears that lined his cheeks. He forgot to wipe them, it seemed. It was almost laughable.

“No, just sweat from the heat.”

Crying over you… He’d never let you know that. To cry, to bleed, to die—you would never be the first person he tells.

“You reek of liquor…” Quite disgustingly so, he thinks. And yet, you still held his face so fondly, moving his head in such a gentle manner as you swiped his tear stains with the pads of your thumbs.

He stayed silent. He had no answer to this one.

“I love you,” he mutters, though it’s a confession nevertheless. And he says it so sadly—so miserably that you couldn’t help but sigh. He hates it, too. He hates it when you sigh. Because when you sigh, it means you’ll just let it go; No matter how many lies he tells, or how many times he cries, or how many secrets he keeps, you’ll still accept him like always.

“I love you, too.” And, that was the worst line he’s ever heard.

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KAVEH. foolish ones

“Oh, woe is me…” Loves me, loves me not, loves me… “Did you happen to see anything in the mailbox?”

His roommate stared. “Go check it yourself.”

Kaveh heavily sighed. He couldn’t; He physically could not bear to do it. It’s not that he was lazy to get up, no. The real issue was the genuine grief he would feel when he opened the mailbox, only to see nothing inside. No special gifts, no romantic letters, and absolutely no confessions of love signed with your name.

It was embarrassing, really. To feel this dramatic and obsessed with words of admiration from you—oh, especially when Alhaitham found out about this whole lovesick ordeal. But he could not help his mind from just imagining it: the reflection of himself in your eyes as you finally confess your feelings of passion and love for him (feelings that didn’t exist, feelings he merely imagined you having, all so pathetically).

But he’s so weird, and he’s so terrible. To imagine a fabled life with you when you probably did not think about him this same way. How foolish. Did you daydream about him like he daydreamed about you every night before he slept? Did you think about him like he thought about you every time he sees your favorite color in the passing? Did you wait at your mailbox like he waited for any letters from you? No. No, you didn’t.

And he’s cried, quite humiliatingly. He’s cried that the perfect life he could picture himself having with you at his side would never be a reality. He’s cried a downpour of tears, simply because he allowed himself to be so caught up in a delusion that was so sick of him to conjure up.

“Are you free for dinner tonight?”

“So sorry Kaveh, I already have plans…”

Plans with someone else. No wonder you hadn’t written him any messages, or contacted him in a while. That… was not the scenes he had in his head. His imaginations, his hopes, his dreams—they did not have someone else in them. For someone he was so hopelessly in love with, he felt so much hurt. A foolish lesson to be learned by a foolish romantic.

In the end, he’d just be talking himself to sleep again. He’d just smile at the sight of you flourishing. Without him, your world will go on turning. A world full of reciprocated love and devotion, one that he would never know.

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RAIDEN EI. you belong with me

The Raiden Shogun was self-destructive. No more than a few people knew of such a fact, but she was certainly one of them.

Because if she cared for her own wellbeing, truly, then she would not fall for selfish desires. Nor, would she be here now, sitting next to you outside a sliding screen in her private gardens of Tenshukaku, sipping your favorite tea and hearing your sweet voice ramble about something so unpleasant to her ears. If she prioritized her own emotions, then maybe she’d be living in blissful ignorance right now instead of listening to your woes over a lover… A lover that was not her.

“And then, she teases me,” you complained, though it was clear you hated it. You didn’t like whining about your partner, which was a good thing—but it made Ei feel sick, because it meant you really loved that woman. “I know she does that all the time, and I just need to get used to it,” you continued, “but sometimes, it gets too much, and she still doesn’t stop.”

But I wouldn’t do that to you, the archon thinks to herself. And suddenly, the tea isn’t as appetizing anymore, because her own words felt drilled onto her tongue, forever forbidden to speak aloud.

“Miko… Has always been like that,” Ei quietly admits instead. She doesn’t want to insult your lover, for that same person was also her own friend. She wanted to be supportive, but it was impossible when she was so in love with you, that she spent every second of each passing day just wishing she was in Miko’s place instead.

“Yeah… But—still, I mean…” You sighed, coming to a loss for words to describe the pink haired shrine maiden. “Is it really so hard to ask just for her to understand how I’m feeling…?” you whined in what seemed like genuine distress. Your face sunk into your hands, and it took all of Ei’s willpower just to keep her respective distance from a romantically taken friend.

But I understand how you feel, Ei once again thinks. She feels so dirty of a friend for comparing herself like this. I understand you better than she will ever.

“Ei…” you muttered. She almost chokes from the way you say her name. “What should I do…?”

Be with me, instead. “Don’t cry over something, or someone, you cannot control. It’s possible your personalities are just not fit for each other, you know.”

“But I love her, Ei…”

Ouch.

She clears her throat, recovering from sharp breath of air she just inhaled. A part of her just broke in that moment, and it was so obvious, too—her expression quickly changed, her body became stiff, her balance suddenly shifted, and yet…

You noticed none of it. Your head was too clouded over love for another woman that was not her; So clouded, in fact, you did not notice the way Ei almost began to tremble. The misery you carried only crafted tenfold for the archon, eternally unbeknownst to you.

But you don’t belong to her, anyways. So why was she crying?

Broken Loyalties (1)

Yandere! Ayato + Thoma x f!reader

-I originally posted this on ao3 but decided post it here too! mostly thomaxreader but pt 2 will be ayatoxreader <3 sorry for the odd paragraph spacing btw :,)

Thoma finds his loyalties questioned

Warnings: Yandere themes, forced marriage, no explicit sex but contains thoma’s filthy imaginations 💗 descriptions of unstable mental health (?)

You feel like you are withering away.

Every day, it feels a little harder to drag yourself out of bed. The colors around your world seem so bleak and dark and dreary. And the food presented in front of you, has it always been so… unappetizing? Truthfully, the piping hot dishes spread across the oak table is a feast. Steaming soup, fresh fish accompanied with a bowl of rice. The clammy grip you have around your chopsticks tightens.

All of a sudden, you are hit with an overwhelming sense to heave your empty stomach across the lavish meal.

“Miss? Miss?”

You don’t hear your attendant until his warm fingers are prying the trembling chopsticks from your grip. Your heart calms down from its frantic gallop. He?

Immediately, your head shoots upward. Blonde hair, soft emerald eyes, and an even softer look of concern flashing in his gaze. “Who are you?” Your eyes narrow. He isn’t the usual timid servant who trails around you like a second shadow. The second thing you register is the unfamiliarity of his uniform. It’s unlike the typical Inazuman attire adorned by the Kamisato servants, they normally wear gray and blue - a representative of the Kamisato clan’s colors. On the contrary, his clothes seem to be a mixture of traditional Inazuman embellishments paired with… The crimson red of his jacket tugs on your memory. “Where are you from?” The question escapes your mouth before you can stop yourself.

His bright eyes widened in surprise. This man is perfect picture of youthful innocence.

“M-My name is Thoma,” he explains as he snatches his hand away from yours. “I hail from Mondstadt. I must apologize for touching you without your permission, it just looked like you were about to-”

“Mondstadt?” you parrot. Before Thoma can take his hand away from yours, your fingers close around his wrist in a grip that betrays the strength of your smaller figure. Something akin to life seems to flicker alight in your dull eyes. “Are you really from Mondstadt?” you ask him again.

Thoma seems startled by your bold movements. “Y-Yes, my lady.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” You finally seem to realize that your fingers are still snared around his wrist. “I did not mean to grab you, that was very unbecoming of me.”

“Please don’t apologize! It was an honor for me to meet the mistress of the Kamisato clan. I shouldn’t have touched you without permission.”

That seemed to be the wrong thing to say. The hand around Thoma’s wrist loosens as you turn around to the table again. In the blink of an eye, you’ve withdrawn back to your shell. The spark of interest in your eyes dims like a fire deprived of oxygen. “You may take your leave,” you tell him in a clipped yet polite voice. You cross your hands elegantly over your lap, not a trace of earlier friendliness could be found. “It was nice meeting you.” Smaller in stature, larger in presence. You weren't the young woman who’d gripped his wrist earlier anymore, you were now the Kamisato matron, elegant, poised, lifeless. A title that you clearly despised.

Nevertheless, Thoma bows as he retreats out of the room.

Not once do you turn around.

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The second time Thoma meets you, he finds you in the Kamisato gardens. Your hair is swept into a delicate spiral of elaborate braids and held away from your face by a floral kanzashi at the nape of your neck. The dim sunlight glints off the pin in your hair, casting a reflection around your head and setting your skin alight with muted golden rays. A sight that would have left every painter in awe. Thoma swears his heart skips a beat.

But when you turn around, the sound of his footsteps had clearly alerted you, your eyes are dark and cloudy. Like a match about to die out if the wind blew a little too strongly. “My lady,” Thoma calls out respectfully. “It looks like it’s about to rain. My lord has requested for you to return indoors.”

The corners of your lips tug downwards slightly. “I see.”

A few moments pass as you continue to stare off into the distance. Thoma shifts uncomfortably on his feet.

Just as the silence stretches on to the point where it was uncomfortable, you raise an eyebrow. “How did a young man from Mondstadt end up serving an Inazuman clan?” you start.

You look at him properly this time. And faced with the undivided attention of your steely gaze, Thoma nearly stutters over his story.

When he finishes, you smile a bit. It’s a small smile, but Thoma takes it as a victory anyhow. “Are you happy here, Thoma?” Your voice was so soft that Thoma nearly missed it over the rumble of thunder.

Somehow, he had a feeling that the answer to your question was one that he should tread with extreme caution. “The Kamisato siblings have never treated me with anything but kindness,” he says carefully. Emerald eyes scour your face for any sort of emotion. Your features betray nothing. “But my heart still longs for Mondstandt.”

You stared at Thoma for a moment longer before you calmly rose to your feet. “Let’s go. Ayato doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”

Thoma nearly flinches at the direct use of Ayato’s name. You were quite probably the only person who could get away with it.

When the two of you make your way back to the estate, the elder of the Kamisato siblings is at the entrance. “My lord,” you echo emotionlessly when he makes his way to your side. Ayato’s slender fingers drifts to your hip, ghosting over the silk fabric of your kimono. Not quite touching you, but his presence is enough to catch your undivided attention. Thoma feels like an outsider all of a sudden. Like he’d just witnessed something he wasn’t supposed to set his sights on. He watches as Ayato’s larger body curves behind you, almost towering over you. Immediately, you stiffen. The tension between the two of you is so palpable that it hangs thickly in the air.

“My lord, please don’t forget that we are in the public eye.”

“The hairpin I chose for you looks good in your hair.”

Your lips flattens into a thin line as your finger twitches and Thoma half-expects you to rip the bejeweled pin out of your hair just to stab his lord in the eye.

On the contrary, Ayato’s smile broadens, the beauty mark under his mouth follows the upward curve. He’s goading you, dying for you to lash back at him. You refused to give him the satisfaction of your temper. Instead, you step away from the cage of Ayato’s possessive arms and vanish inside without a single word, all while under the watchful eyes of the other loitering servants.

It’s almost unsettling how Ayato seems even more amused. “My dear Thoma, what do you think about my adorable wife?” He continues without waiting for the latter’s response. “She has quite the temper. I’m always afraid she might slip away from my grasps if I take my eyes off her for a minute. Of course, I can count on you to watch over her in my stead, right?”

Thoma gulps. He thinks of your lifeless eyes. The pin in your hair. Your soft voice. “Yes, my lord.”

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The more he spends time with you, the more he finds his heart wavering.

Thoma likes you... Alot. He likes to hear your voice, he likes the way your eyes light up when he first gave you a bouquet of windwheel asters that he bargained for from an Inazuman merchant, he likes the way your hair looks in the pretty complicated updos, he likes you.

And you’ve warmed up to him as well. You smile more around him, the heavy weight over your shoulders seems to lighten when you catch sight of him.

It had always been an innocent sort of crush. The type of crush where he’d do anything to see your beautiful eyes light up and crack jokes to make you laugh. He thinks he’d be happy like this if he could just spend the rest of his life seated next to you under the shade of the sakura tree in the Kamisato gardens. He’s content being your husband's servant. If this was all he could get, Thoma could die happy.

Until one day, the collar of your kimono slips. It’s not much. It just so happened that you’d bent down to pet a stray cat that wandered into the gardens. It’s not much , but it allows Thoma to catch a clear view of the smooth expanse of the back of your neck and the purplish mark on your shoulder.

His hand grazes your skin before his brain fully comprehends the sight before him. “Thoma?” you jerk up in surprise and Thoma nearly rears back. All of a sudden, you're straightening back and Thoma yanks his gaze away. He’s no virgin, he knows what that mark means. He can already feel the tip of his ears flushing as hot as the pyro vision hanging by his hip. Even when Thoma glares stubbornly at the grass, his imagination is already running wild.

The innocent crush he’d developed for you begins to spiral out of control. One sinfully wrong glimpse and the blushing servant is hooked.

That night, Thoma excuses himself to his bedroom as soon as he’s done with his chores. Usually, he’d linger around with the other staff to chat and make , but he had a pressing issue that was too hard to ignore even if he tried to.

With a stifled groan, Thoma buries his face into his pillow. He can smell you. More accurately, the soap that makes you smell like flowers and clean laundry. Oh, Thoma knows exactly what soap that is. This knowledge only serves to make him harder than ever. Maybe he can put in a good word or two with the maids, would they let him use your soap? The thought of being enveloped in your scent every single day makes his skin flush hotly.

Those same trembling hands have found their way to his pants. A low hiss escapes through his clenched jaw, he’s so hard that it almost hurts to touch himself. Carefully, Thoma wraps his fingers around his cock and rubs his thumb across his pre cum to smear it across his shaft. Slowly, he pumps it once, twice, thrice. The moment his eyes flutter shut, images of you begin to flash in his brain again.

Maybe– Maybe you’ll let him dress you up after your shower. And Thoma can wrap those beautiful silk kimonos around your body, kiss each part of your bare skin as he wraps the ribbons around your waist. His calloused hand slides up his shaft, maybe he’d be rewarded with a soft sigh of appreciation if he kisses your skin. No- he would worship your body. At night, he can undress you again. Make you lie down on the bed as he massages the tension away. You are miserable, aren’t you? And Thoma can sympathize with that. Two foreigners far away from home and trapped in a marriage you never wanted. So maybe… you won’t protest when his deft fingers slip lower down your spine until they are between your soft plush thighs. Maybe you won’t push him away if he pets your warm cunt and makes your slick stain the expensive bed sheets.

Thoma can’t help the pathetic choked whine when his cock throbs in his hand at the thought. His hips buck forward as he nearly weeps into his pillow with each buck of his hips to push his cock through his hand. The warmth of his climax bubbles like a coil in him, he shouldn’t be surprised at how fast it arrives, he should be guilty that the thought of you is making him so aroused that Thoma can barely see straight. His hand speeds up, the wet click of his cockhead slipping past his fingers filling the dark room and Thoma cums so hard that he nearly sees stars. His cock twitches in his grip, the image of you, sprawled across the bed as his fingers are buried in you still embedded in his treacherous mind.

Dimly, Thoma is aware that he just made a big mess on his bed. But the you in his imagination mewls like a kitten when Thoma crooks his fingers just right, and his cock begins to twitch to life again. “Fuck,” an uncharacteristic curse echoes from Thoma’s flushed face. Despite the murky white coating his fingers, Thoma wraps his sticky fingers around his cock again.

One last time. He promises himself. One more fantasy and he’ll swear to put everything behind him. Though he might deny it, the seeds of his love for you had been planted the moment he saw you at the dinner table.

That night, Thoma doesn’t get to catch even a wink of sleep.

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“Thoma.” It’s near the end of your little evening session with him. The mere sound of his name rolling off your tongue is enough to send a delicious warm shudder licking down his spine. He tries to imagine how it’d sound like a little more high-pitched, a little breathier and–

“Thoma.” You frown at the dazed look in his eyes. “Are you all right?”

He needs to focus.

“Y-Yes, my lady?”

Before he can blink, you trip over something (a stray pebble, your robes, Thoma doesn’t know) and Thoma’s reflexes move before his brain does. A strong arm catches your body by the waist before you can hit the ground and his other arm braces the two of you against the railings. He thinks his brain short circuits a little because you are so close that he can feel each puff of your warm breath fanning against his skin and you are so soft. “M-My lady, are you all right?” He gulps, the tips of his ears are beginning to burn because the longer he has you in his arms, it makes him feel as if he’s going to explode.

“Thoma,” unlike him, your voice is unwavering. All of a sudden, he feels your hand glide into his front pocket. “Thank you for helping me. I must have tripped over my robes.”

Without another word, you right yourself and give him a pointed look. “Will you escort me to my room?”

“O-Of course, my lady.” The piece of paper you slipped into his pocket seems to sear like a burn against his skin.

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Ayato has a routine. One that you’ve memorized until you knew it like the back of your hand. Nevertheless, your heart still slams against your ribs with each shaky step you take. On Tuesdays, he comes to bed much later than usual. Not that you cared what he was doing. But this piece of information was something you tucked carefully in your mind.

Coincidentally, the window to your bedroom is connected to the garden. And after weeks loitering around the garden under the pretense of observing sakura petals, you finally figured out the rotation of the Kamisato guards.

Right now, they were changing their rotations. With your heart in your throat, you haul yourself out of the window and into the garden. Despite the stinging sensation of pebbles biting into your bare feet, you race through the garden until you reach the corner of the wall hidden behind the sprawling estate. Every Tuesday, you’d been sneaking out to add bits of valuable into the silk pouch you hit in the crack of the wall. A small diamond off your hairpin, a small comb, all tiny things that wouldn’t rouse any suspicion. Right next to the crack was a ladder that the gardener forgot to keep this afternoon because you’d instructed him to help you with the flowers in your room. Much to your relief, the aging gardener had forgotten about the ladder entirely. You can only pray that Ayato isn’t too harsh on him after you escape.

The cold wind bites into your skin, but somehow, it’s a comforting sensation. It reminds you of the time when you still had your anemo vision. It reminded you of the time before Ayato stole it away and made you his bride.

You recall the note you slipped into Thoma’s pocket earlier. It seemed unfair to abandon him here as you made your escape. The two of you didn’t belong here, you’ve seen the way the other staff gossipped about Ayato’s foreign status. It served as further motivation for you to send him the note that detailed for him to meet you here tonight.

“My lady?” A hushed whisper yanks you out of your thoughts.

“Thoma!” You could’ve jumped up to hug him at that instant. “Let’s go,” you grab his wrist and begin to yank him toward the ladder. “We can escape right now! I’ve heard that a pirate by the name of Beidou has smuggled foreigners away from Inazuma. With the stash I’ve gathered, it should be more than enough to guarantee us a trip to Mondstadt. We can go home!”

In the midst of your excited rambling, you miss the odd look that crosses Thoma’s face. Without waiting for his response, you turn around and worm your hand into the crack to grab the stash. Yet, your fingers close around empty air.

No… No way. No, it was impossible. It feels as if someone had doused your entire body in cold water. Desperately, you fall to your knees and tried to peer through the crack. Where is the pouch?

“Looking for something?”

Your heart drops to your feet.

You don’t have to turn around to recognize that honeyed voice. Nevertheless, you push yourself upright on shaky feet and come face-to-face with your loathsome husband. A knowing smirk dances across his handsome face. After a few moments, you finally register that Thoma is standing right behind him with his face turned to the side, refusing to meet your eye.

“Thoma?” Even in your ears, your voice sounds oddly strained and tense. Far away, you hear the heavy footsteps of the Kamisato guards resuming their stations, sealing off all of your escape routes.

Amidst your thundering heartbeat, silence is the only response.

“Darling, don’t be too upset,” Ayato coos, “Don’t you think that Thoma’s loyalty is an admirable thing? He– “

Before he can finish his sentence, you lunge toward Thoma and lash your palm at his face so hard that he staggers backward. Your eyes are half crazed, pupils shaking so badly that Thoma doubts that you can even see clearly. “Fuck you,” you hiss as you slam your fist against his chest again. Despite your frenzied blows, Thoma makes no move to defend himself. Instead, he remains silent as you continue to sob. He nearly breaks down at the look of utter anguish on your face. “You betrayed me! I trusted you! Out of every person in this wretched place, I gave you my trust!” Around you, the wind seems to howl in response.

A surprised look flits across Ayato’s face when he feels the strong wind billow at his robes.

Upon his command, two burly guards begin to yank your trashing figure away from Thoma. “What did he promise you?” you hiss at him in a voice full of malice.

Thoma looks like he’s on the verge of a breakdown, with his emerald eyes still downcast and fixed on anywhere but your seething figure. There’s a red angry gash across his cheek from where your nails had scratched him. Instead, Ayato answers on his behalf.

“You.”

thinking about ayato, with his pristine suit and silky smooth gloves. no one thinks of him to be much of a fidgeter, as he always graces a welcoming and easygoing smile that always reaches his eyes, but he tugs at the hem that rests just above his wrist when no one’s looking, or his sleeves are down and cover his hands. it’s not like him — or at least that’s what everyone says — but what would they know? he’s a busy man and he rarely appears in public, much less to be with you. it’s not that he harbors any ill feelings towards the notion of it, but he’s very much prefer to share that intimacy behind closed doors.

thinking about ayato, who offers you an outstretched hand in greeting. he bows his head as he dips down to press thin lips to your rough knuckles. you’re scoffing and he’s chuckling, the corners of his mouth quirked into a lighthearted smirk. you try to shake your hand away with the excuse that the skin is dry from the cold, but he’s having none of it.

thinking about ayato, who towers over you with bright eyes and a gentle smile. in the time and effort it takes for you to take three steps, he takes one in stride. it’s a comical sight, given his tall and slender build, but he feels that you can’t be more of a perfect match. there comes with his height a sense of duty that extends past his responsibilities as yashiro commissioner: to protect you. he doesn’t voice his feelings to you because he expects you’ll chide him for it. he’s satisfied enough when he has a spare moment at your side.

thinking about ayato, whose thoughts always go to you. you come first, so expect that he quickly rushes to your aid if need be. he reaches the doors first so that he may hold them open for you, he immediately offers his coat when you point out the first sign of rainfall, a single drop on your head. he is always thinking of others — it’s his job to — and in your case it’s no different. he will always seek your comfort first above all and anything else.

thinking about ayato, who gazes at you from across the countertop with such fondness in his eyes. he’s stealing glances while someone steals your attention for the time being, simply watching you talk and express yourself. he’s fascinated by how animated you are as you do, and his chest fills with a warmth unmatched by any open flame. no one could miss the admiration he holds for you; it’s as clear as day.

Ⓒ diluvey 2022. do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. ayato x gn!reader

𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭. drabble ; 0.7k

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞. married au ; fluff

𝐜𝐰𝐬. spoilers to ayato’s story quest

𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚. in celebration of winning 50/50 and his weapon with no fate points gained. damn… hoyoverse wants to kiss me, huh.

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#ORGASM FEARS !

;feat. xiao, ayato, thoma, + gorou / afab!reader

;contents. insecurities, wet&messy, good bf content, hurt/comfort if u squint <3, specific warnings on individual parts

｡˚ a/n. contrived from this abomination and also for @vyndior <3

✣ all characters presumed to be 18+

୨୧ minors do not interact. reblogs/comments appreciated!

requests are open!

୭ XIAO

cw: punishment, prone bone position hehe, wet&messy, squirting, mean!xiao

xiao is finicky + everyone knows that + sometimes it feels like you’re one step away from setting him off + but he also doesn’t really know much about humans + so you always are careful with him, not wanting to anger him or confuse him + you’re especially unsure how he’ll react if you squirted ): + will he think u peed on him??? u don’t think u could handle that embarrassment + what if he hates the mess???? you’d feel so bad !!!! + so you resolve yourself to faking it + and thankfully he’s none the wiser + for a while at least….

“Why did you lie to me?” he asks, hand roughly tangled in your hair, using the grip to press your face against the mattress, “did you think I wouldn’t notice? Did you think I was an idiot?”

“N-No!” you squeal, voice breaking when he meanly snaps his hips forward, thick head of his cock prodding against the gummy spot near your cervix, “I-It’s not that, Xiao!”

“Then what is it? Hm?” he hisses, “Let me hear your excuses.”

“Xiao!” you sob, legs kicking up from underneath him, where you sits to pin you down against the bed, “W-Wait! I-“

“I’m waiting,” he snaps, dragging his hips back before rolling them forward, once again sheathing his length deep within your gushing cunt, “Tell me.”

“I-I’ll make a mess!” your voice is embarrassingly pitchy the closer you get to your high.

“And?” he grunts, hips never even hesitating, “You always make a fucking mess, human. You are right now.”

You feel your cheeks burn hot in embarrassment at his words. But you know he’s not lying. You can hear the slick sounds of your own cunt being fucked and can feel the way you’re dripping all over yourself and him.

You do your best to lift your hips, grinding back against his thrusts. Your eyes roll back in your head and you cry out his name as the pleasure grows and grows.

“I-I’m close!” you squeal, mindlessly reaching back to press against his hips as if that’ll stop his mind-numbing movements, “Xiao! Please!”

“Move your hand,” he snaps, grabbing your wrist in his hand only to use it for leverage to fuck you even harder, “Take it and show me how you make a mess.”

His words ignite something in you and before you know it, you’re cumming all over him. He doesn’t stop or pause, instead he speeds up his pace. You’re squealing and crying out as your high peaks.

You wail, drool slipping down your chin, helpless to do anything as he fucks you through your orgasm. It crests and intensifies until you’re gushing all over him. You hear him curse before his own body slumps over yours, trembling and wrapping himself around you from his own orgasm.

“Don’t lie to me again, human,” he whispers, slowly rutting his hips again, “I will find out.”

୭ AYATO

cw: clit play, “lord”!ayato, shy!reader

you’ve always cum so hard + even the simplest of touches on your clit are enough to send you into body-shaking, twitching orgasms + and it’s almost embarrassing + you worry about how your body reacts, the sounds you make, the faces you make + and you worry about what ayato will think + maybe he’ll think you’re faking it or he’ll just think it’s ridiculous that u get so dumb over nothing ): + so you’re always tense and anxious + but ayato is more than determined to get you to relax with him <3

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you meet up with your partner, but they see you wearing someone else’s clothes! (part 2!)

zhongli, ayato, diluc, & albedo (separate) x gn reader

(also a bit of kaeya)

zhongli

he’s not the sort of man who would jump to the worst possible conclusions

he would take the time to ask you how you suddenly got that new oversized coat that clearly wasn’t with you this morning when you left the house 🤨

you looked a little too comfy… do you like the coat that much?

“darling, that looks a little too big on you. i don’t recall you or i owning that sort of coat… where did you get it from?”

he is displeased to hear that one of your male coworkers is the one who gifted that piece of apparel to you.

he takes a second to compose his thoughts, not wanting to sound like a very possessive man.

“love, please don’t misunderstand. you look lovely in that, it’s just… i’d rather you not wear anything that another man gave you.”

you understand his concern immediately and you promise him that you’ll give the coat back to its previous owner tomorrow.

zhongli is pleased to hear that, and offers to accompany you to your workplace tomorrow,

“they all need to know that you are already taken, after all. if you keep accepting gifts from these random men, they might think you are interested. i can’t let that happen now, can i?”

the next day, zhongli stuck by your side the entire time, he’s making it very clear that you already have someone you’re dedicated to, and that someone is zhongli himself.

kamisato ayato

this man is probably a little too preoccupied with his work to even notice 😰

you wanted to prank him a bit, just so he’d pay a little more attention to you… even for just a few minutes…

you sneakily borrow thoma’s headband and put it on yourself… now to start pestering ayato to get a reaction out of him!

you ask him if he needs anything, you tell him that you want to help with any of his work… essentially, you’re kind of acting like a servant that won’t leave his side… just to get him to notice 😰

he’s thankful that you were being so generous… but he hasn’t commented on the headband sitting on your head just yet…

could it be that… he doesn’t care? 😞

your thoughts were denied, as ayato put away all his work and faced you.

“apologies my dear, but i know all about that little plan of yours. quite the adorable attempt, but unfortunately… i can see right through you.”

… what does he mean by that? he already knew?

he finally takes a long good look at you, grabs your face gently and takes the headband off your head.

“as if something like this would faze me. i already know how loyal you are, and i trust you wholeheartedly. but still, a prank like this? heh… you’re so cute.”

diluc ragnvindr

he’s very particular about the gifts he gives you, so he can recognize right away when you’re wearing a necklace that wasn’t given to you by him.

he would initially think that you just bought it for yourself, but the other possibility being that some other random person gave it to you is bothering him quite a bit.

“that’s a lovely necklace. where did you get it?”

you tell him that it was actually a gift from one of the customers in his tavern, you honestly didn’t think much of it.

diluc starts asking more questions, who was that customer? why did you accept it so easily? did you know that customer personally?

you start to get a little overwhelmed with how forward his questions were starting to get, but suddenly he asserts,

“i can get you an even better one. throw that thing away, got it?”

this angers you a little bit, you scold your boyfriend for saying such an insensitive thing. i mean… throw away such a harmless gift?

“you’re right. sorry. my emotions got the better of me. i admit, perhaps i was just a little… jealous.”

you were shocked to hear him admit that, but you couldn’t help but laugh at his adorable confession.

well, he should have just said that right from the start! you instantly understand and consider his feelings.

you take off the necklace and put it away. you promise him that you won’t wear it anymore, but it’s too much of a waste to throw it away. you decide to give the necklace to one of your friends instead.

in the end, diluc really did gift you a much more extravagant and lovely necklace to make up for his somewhat rude comment earlier.

albedo

you were out on dragonspine to investigate strange activity on the mountains. this was originally a mission for albedo only, yet as his partner, you insisted to join him.

it came as a surprise to both of you when suddenly you encounter the cavalry captain, kaeya.

he says he’s also on a mission here in dragonspine, but he asks if it is alright for him to join you and albedo, for safety purposes.

the three of you get deeper into the mountains, and the atmosphere suddenly got much colder. you are not as experienced, so you struggle to keep up with albedo and kaeya.

kaeya noticed it first, and goes back to check on you. he asks if you’re alright, and if you need to head back.

you say that you’re alright and that you want to continue helping albedo, but the cold is holding you back.

kaeya understands, and wraps his scarf around your neck with no ill intent, he just wanted to help you, because you were almost turning blue from freezing!

albedo finally notices that you were gone, but unfortunately he had witnessed the interaction between you and kaeya, and felt a twinge of frustration. he makes his way over to you both in a rather rapid pace.

“kaeya. thank you for taking care of my partner. but i can take over from here, please take your scarf back. i would like to be the only one who takes care of my significant other.”

he’s as calm mannered and reserved as ever, but his words aimed at kaeya felt a little cold-blooded.

“sigh… beloved, why didn’t you tell me? we could have taken a rest at a nearby camp. don’t push yourself like this ever again. i would hate it if i didn’t know until it was too late. also… i don’t want another man being the one to care for you, alright?”

How they kiss you

Feat. Diluc, Kaeya, Venti, Albedo, Childe, Zhongli, Xiao, Ayato

Part 1 (Kazuha, Thoma, Itto, Gorou) please view here

Sometimes, Diluc’s kisses are brief. He leaves a short peck on your lips when he says goodbye for work or when he wishes you goodnight. Most of the times, it’s passionate, deep, not necessarily sensual but you can sense the burning passion within his heart. He kisses you lovingly, a hand at the back of your head and the other circling your waist. You always notice the hazy look in his eyes as he pulls you in for another kiss. In a casual setting, however, Diluc loves giving you forehead kisses. As much as he adores your lips, forehead kisses provide him with a warmer —more innocent— kind of intimacy.

Kaeya’s kisses are playful, teasing. He loves putting you on the edge, ghosting his lips right above top of, urging you to close the distance. You can feel him chuckle of satisfication when you do. He kisses you until you’re weak on your knees, knowing just how to make you give in. Although there are times when you feel his desperate kisses. He hides his vulnerable side deep within but sometimes you can’t help but notice it slip out as he presses his lips against yours, pulling you into a tight embrace as if he’s afraid you’ll disappear the moment it loosens.

Venti kisses you in the most unexpected times. Sometimes he appears put of nowhere —like suddenly dropping down from the sky— to give you a short peck on the lips. His kisses are short and playful. You’ll feel him smile or laugh through the kiss. Venti is rather touchy, you’ll find him clinging to you every chance his gets. Whether it’s just a simple touch of your hand or a small kiss on your nose. He loves kissing every part of you, especially your face. You can never guess where he’ll kiss you next. He likes surprising you, seeing you flustered always makes him want more and he knows just how to push your buttons.

Albedo’s kisses are soft, you’ll feel his lips move slightly against your as he caresses your face/tugs a hair-strand behind your ear. They’re not necessarily long but short enough to make you want more. He’s gentle, seeming to be naturally poised in everything he does. Sometimes you’re confused as to how he can always gracefully sweep you off your feet to kiss you. He finds kisses on the lips very intimate and would often prefer settling for your forehead. Although if he ever finds you asking or urging to kiss his lips he’ll turn a bit smug. He’s not necessarily a tease but you’ll find him pointing out things that’d make you embarrassed on purpose.

Childe’s kisses are carefree, a little clumsy, and a little wild at times. You might think he seems skillful but he actually doesn’t have much experience with romance. You might feel him grin or laugh through the kiss. He would light up every time he catches you from the corner of his eye something inside him always yearning for your attention. He’ll pester —it’s his way of asking for permission— but won’t necessarily push if you refuse. Kissing you is one thing but his sudden blush and confused moment of silence when you kiss him instead is a treat to see. Though it only takes a moment for him to recover and pester you for more.

Zhongli’s kisses are the kind that makes you feel content and safe. His presence alone is enough to make you feel secure but even more when he’s holding you ever so gently as he plants a soft kiss on your lips. Most times an innocent loving kiss on the lips, of course, unless you ask for more. He has a habit on kissing you during certain times of day, usually before he goes to work or after. He’d usually ask before initiating anything and prefers to keep things private. He has been alive for thousands of years but in terms of romance, most of his experience comes from observing others.

At first, Xiao’s kisses are hesitant. His touches are gentle, fleeting, almost like he’s afraid he’ll turn you to dust the moment he lays his fingers on you. As he grows more comfortable, however, his kisses grow deeper, more desperate, more possessive. He’s the type to go rough without realizing it at times. He’d ask for permission before kissing you. Although not vocally he wants to make sure he isn’t hurting you. When he grows a little more content with your relationship, you’ll receive gentler kisses, once he accepts that you won’t disappear or leave him like many from his past, he’ll grow to trust you more.

Ayato is a very graceful, yet cunning gentleman. He’s gentle most of the time, making sure you’re comfortable with his pace. However, he has this tendency to push you to initiate things rather than going straight away for a kiss himself. Sometimes he’ll tease you, stringing up words that’d make you yearn for him. He’d chuckle as you attempt to pull him into a kiss. His kisses are sweet, considerate, yet playful. Sometimes you’ll feel him teasingly lick your lips then pull away right after as if to taunt you. When he does kiss you first, he has a habit of putting his hand on your chin, tilting you towards him so he can catch your lips properly.

— i love you’s & i love you not

IN WHICH YOU, a local florist, unwittingly garner the attention of many while tending to your flowers that seem to be causing you more trouble than you initially bargained for (it’s not too late to leave your work to your helpers, right…?)

OR, you’re just living life with your flowers and helpers when people from varying tropes strut into your quaint shop

INCLUDES : albedo ; ayato ; dainsleif ; diluc ; thoma ; venti ; zhongli

A/N : i have spent a week staring at this draft and trying to write this godforsaken thinhgd reader is gender neutral + no use of pronouns !!

likes & REBLOGS are appreciated if u enjoyed this !! <33

if you were asked to describe your life, you would say it’s something akin to a constant loop:

every morning you wake up; begrudgingly roll off your bed and prepare breakfast; get yourself ready and mentally prepare for the day ahead; open the shop; deal with the mundane passings of life as you attend to the occasional customer seeking out a message in the “language of flowers” (whatever the hell that means. you don’t speak “flower” other than the random pieces of trivia, stemmed from your father’s constant rambling); close the shop and get ready for the night; repeat.

you don’t quite remember when it all first started, but it’s not like it really matters — at the end of the day, you’re a florist. it’s as simple as that. there’s no what if’s, however’s, maybe’s, or anything else that may slot itself somewhere in between; it’s just how it is and how it always will be.

and that routine didn’t change when aether and lumine stumbled into your life a year ago, looking for work experience in a local business that fits the criteria needed in order for them to complete their course. a simple come-and-go, no strings attached.

pretty straightforward, wouldn’t you think? well, that’s certainly what they had.

but what they thought would be a quick two months helping out a (money-grubber) florist here and there turned into one year of part-time employment, and they’re still here helping you out with no signs of stopping.

and you’re fine with that; content, even. they make your dull, repetitive days just a bit more spontaneous — a bit more fun and bearable. especially when it’s during the days where customers roll in much slower, leaving the three of you free to play music that’s out of place in the quaint flower shop, or stuff yourselves with food from local bakeries and takeaways.

(though, you choose to ignore their increasing levels of exasperation directed towards you as each day passes.)

but even so, you’ve never stopped to think about settling down with someone, nor has the idea of even going on a date crossed your mind. you’re simply too preoccupied with your blissfully normal life that you find no reason to worry about potential love affairs. no unnecessary hassles, no one other than yourself to worry about, and certainly no extra mouths to feed — your life had always been simple.

well. until it wasn’t, that is.

— venti : a self-proclaimed busker who’s basically your roommate

you could perfectly describe the busker in one or two words: a menace. he’s a menace to both you and society. but mostly to you.

(aether and lumine can attest to this.)

the first time you met venti was outside your shop in the most literal sense possible.

you were out on a shopping run to buy daily necessities and ingredients for dinner after closing the shop for the day. you don’t really know what you were expecting to come back home to, but someone slumped against the door, shivering and half asleep, was most definitely not it. and, well, you couldn’t ignore him. you had to get through the door somehow, after all, and you weren’t particularly fond of the thought of someone laying half-dead at the shop’s doorstep keeping you up at night.

so, like the good-natured person you are, you allowed him to stay the night on the condition he takes a much needed shower and doesn’t sleep in the same space as you. you have no issue sharing spaces with others, but it just means you have extra work to carry out while running your business.

and when you had the pleasant conversation of:

“are you homeless?”

“why, i am a wanderer! a wanderer of the lands, the air, the streets—”

“so you’re homeless.”

“ehe…”

you ended up letting him stay until he found himself a place of his own.

now. one would think that since you’re providing him a place to stay, free of charge, he would be rather chill and compliant towards you, right?

wrong.

not a single day goes by where you wake up in peace anymore. either late in the night or just before your scheduled awakening happens, he’s always up and bright-eyed singing. continuously. non-stop. not only is he a shower singer (which admittedly you don’t mind since the bathroom acoustics make his voice even more pleasant to the ear), but he’s an everywhere singer. literally. there’s not a single spot in the city his voice hasn’t touched, and your home happens to be the most frequented spot.

he also has a tendency to drink a lot, but you’re not all that bothered either (the barista next door sometimes helps you get venti back on his feet after a particularly long day).

yes, sometimes you may be annoyed at him, but it’s not like you ever mean it. it’s nice to have some change for once, and at that point he’d been living with you for a little over four months (just a couple months before the arrival of the twins).

you don’t think you’ve ever done anything to the point he leaves without notice. or, so you thought.

venti, on the other hand, had felt guilty. guilty for suddenly springing his appearance onto you, guilty for not being able to pay you back, guilty for being a burden (though you would vehemently deny such a thing if he were to bring it up). ever since he saw that red-haired bartender helping you quite frequently, he started to think: perhaps you would be better off without him. and ultimately, he made the decision to leave for a bit to try and clear his head.

so when he comes back to you pacing back and forth in front of the door, he isn’t sure what to do — even more so when you rush over to him in a rush of panic upon setting your sights on him.

“where have you been!? were you safe?! why didn’t you tell me beforehand you would leave for three weeks?!”

he only blinks, unable to process your words. it isn’t until he feels you plop your head on his shoulder, a breathy sigh escaping you, that he snaps out of his stupor.

“do you know how worried i was when i couldn’t find you…”

ah, he thinks, is this what coming back to a home feels like?

(the flowers seemed to smell sweeter than he remembered on that particular night.)

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For part 2 we need more Dainsleif and Baizhu, that’s all I’m gonna say , thx for coming to my Ted talk 😂

“So Obedient…”

part one / part two

characters: diluc, kaeya, ayato, childe, albedo, dainsleif

summary: maid!reader loves to please their master.

genre: smut

warnings: afab!reader (no pronouns); pet names (dear, darling, love, pet), unprotected, overstim, breeding, master-maid dynamic

note: bestie ur mind is literally so brilliant,, so glad this series is becoming my legacy <3 i added baizhu (and others) in the part that i’m uploading next!!

Diluc

— “ah, fuck– you’re doin’ so good for me…” praise spilled from his lips so freely. you were situated on your master’s lap with his dick deep inside you, his paperwork and your housework long forgotten since he beckoned you inside. “takin’ me so well, it’s like you were made just for me…” your whiny moans filled the room as he bounced you on his cock, your uniform bunched up at the hips and panties hastily pushed aside to make room for him. fucking in his office had become a new part of your schedule - diluc felt like he was addicted to you. every gasp, whine, and moan of his name had become his new favorite sound. you sobbed your master’s name after he reached down to toy with your clit, finally pushing you over the edge and making you cum on his dick. diluc broke with a loud groan when your walls clenched and fluttered around him, practically milking his cock and begging for more. “hah– fuck, ‘m still hard… y’wanna take this to the bedroom? i’ve been thinking about some positions that i wanna try out…”

Ayato

— “stop squirming, i’m trying to focus.” ayato wrapped his arm around your middle to keep you still as he assessed a set of “important” documents that he claimed couldn’t wait. you tilted back against your master’s shoulder and bit back a whimper when he traced his fingers over your stomach, so close yet so far from where you desperately needed him. his low voice speaking next to your ear startled you from your lust-induced haze. “do you want to be punished, darling? if you move again, you’ll wait another half hour to cum.” you openly whined at his threat, but did your best to remain still as he worked. you needed him so badly, all you wanted was for him to fuck you against his desk. after another fifteen minutes, ayato chuckled lowly and placed the papers to the side. “now, was that so hard?” your front was pressed against the desk as he gave a shallow thrust, humming in satisfaction at your gasp and appreciative moan. “remember, obedient maids reap their rewards so much faster than naughty ones…”

Kaeya

— “now this– hahh, shit– is what i love.” your cheek was pressed into the pillow under you, your hands crossed above your head and held by one of your master’s. his other hand grabbed and kneaded the flesh on your hip, your uniform long abandoned on the floor that you were supposed to be sweeping. “fuck, your pretty pussy is chokin’ my cock,” you clenched around kaeya’s length, pushing your hips back to meet his pelvis as he rutted into you. you were so sensitive - he’d already made you cum around his dick thrice. he chuckled and groaned from above you. “‘m gonna cum again, okay? be a good pet and take it all.” true to his word, you felt kaeya’s hot cum fill you up, leaking from your cunt and pooling on the sheets when he pulled out. he clicked his tongue at the mess, scooping up what he could on his fingers and pushing it back inside you, making you whine from the slight overstimulation. “you know i hate lettin’ any of it go to waste… guess i’ll have to keep you plugged up myself from now on.”

Childe

— “i– hahh, f-fuck– ‘m gonna fill you up, ‘kay?” your knees were flush against your chest while your master rutted into you at a brutal pace, his heavy balls slapping against your ass being the only noise besides your collective moans. “gonna breed ‘ya and make you mine, huh?” childe leaned closer, maneuvering your legs over his shoulders and holding the pillow under your head so tightly that his knuckles were white. “there’d be such a scandal… a little maid being breeded full by their master…” he groaned and emptied another load in you, ignoring the way your legs trembled and his own thighs shook from the strain. he’d promised “just one more” four orgasms ago, and you started to wonder if your master was fucking himself stupid with your pretty cunt. he started up again after catching his breath, hissing from how sensitive his tip felt and how tightly you clenched around him. “c’mon, now… i just need one more, okay? please– just gimme one more, i wanna make sure we get this first try…”

Albedo

— “good, good… spread your legs a little wider,” albedo grabbed your thighs and pushed them apart, closely watching the way his cock disappeared inside your cunt. you could only grip the sheets and helplessly arch your back as he pinched and rubbed at your puffy clit. “i’m impressed with how well you’re taking me,” he chuckled and gasped softly when you fluttered around him. albedo felt his dick throb at the sight of you creaming on his shaft, leaving a pretty ring of white at the base. “look at that… seems like we’ve got another topic to focus on tonight.” you let out a whine of his name at that, knowing that he wouldn’t let you rest until he was satisfied with his “research.” he moaned oh-so prettily while emptying inside of you, giving a few more shallow thrusts to fuck his cum even deeper. you whimpered as he pulled out, trying to close your thighs around his hand after he started tracing your swollen lips with his cold fingertips. “shh, no need to hide from me… i’ll make sure to take good care of you after we’re done.”

Dainsleif

— “a–ah, fuck, ‘s too much, love,” your master was sprawled out underneath you with his dick impossibly deep, his throat sore from letting out breathless moans and rasps of your name. he always worked so hard and treated you so nicely, how could you not want to return the favor? you pressed his hands into the mattress and interlocked your fingers, relishing in the way he held your hands like they were his lifeline. “shit– ‘m not gonna last…” he groaned and pushed his hips up, chasing your cunt as you bounced on his cock. even after he painted your walls with his cum, you kept up your ministrations, admiring how his expression shifted from bliss to biting his lip from the building overstimulation. “y–y gotta give me a sec–” dainsleif practically whined as his orgasm built up again - embarrassingly fast, in his opinion. you only cooed at your master affectionately, desperately trying to milk his cock for the fifth time this night. he came again with a broken moan of your name, letting a string of curses slip out as he came down from his high. “you wanna take care of me, huh? i guess i can count this as one of your services to me…”

a/n: i am once again begging everyone for more dain content,, i can’t keep writing it all myself 😔

💭 ; lay me in the snow (where my words won't reach you)

synopsis: say it once, say it twice, it overflowed. but we're no longer wasting our last chances. (in other words, unexpected but not exactly unwelcome. that's how they'd describe their confession)

!! : masterlist.

word count: 3,214

pairings: ayato, gorou, kazuha, x gn!reader (separate)

category: fluff, modern/high school au, scenarios

warnings: food/drink (coffee) mention, let me know if there's anything else

notes: this is just my excuse for wanting to write out some cute accidental confession scenes after denying people of the "i love you"s in "bury my heart out of sight" lol -- reblogs are greatly appreciated!!

AYATO.

“ah, so this is where you ran off to.” you sigh, dim lighting filtering through the doorway as ayato looks at your position on the floor with a smile “nice place you’ve got.” he chuckles, closing the door slightly behind him and taking a seat next to you. a sweet silence passes between you, muffled music from the gym and the cheering voices of students echoing through the hallway. you turn your head to gaze at him, resting a hand on your knee with your head leaning against the wall, a tired gaze looking at his peacefully closed eyes and relaxed expression.  

“why’d you come looking for me?” ayato opens an eye, looking at you from the corner of it with a twitch of his lips.  

“it’s my duty as a part of the student council that everyone is enjoying themselves at these types of events. even if it’s just a little bit.” a stifled laugh turns into a cough as you give him a lazy smirk, amused by his words.  

“does that duty not stretch to you yourself? last time i checked, you were voted the king of the dance this year. it’s strange for you to not be interacting with your loving fans. plus,” you shrug “even if that wasn’t in your best interest, you'd at least be discussing the benefits of this event with the rest of the council.” finally turning to face you more, ayato ran a hand through his hair with a sigh.  

“what if i told you that this right here,” he waved a hand between the two of you “was my idea of having a good time?”  

“then i’d say you’re crazy for thinking that hiding out in the janitor’s closet with someone who nearly had a bowl of punch thrown at their face is fun.” it’s faint but you can hear the chuckle that makes its way out of his throat and how his shoulders shake with sound.  

“even if the person i was hiding with is my best friend?”  

“especially if that person is your best friend.” you smile, shifting in your spot to try and get as comfortable as you could in formal wear “god i hate wearing stuff like this. can’t even sit properly in it.” you mutter, a playful glare making its way onto your face when he chuckles again at your misfortune.  

“well i for one, think you look great.” you chuckle weakly, closing your eyes with a sigh and resting your head on the wall again.  

“i highly doubt i look as great as you’re saying right now.” you hear a faint scoff come from him.  

“nonsense. you look stunning as always.” he shifts, wanting to reach beside him and place his hand over yours but instead runs it through his hair. a beat of silence passes as he stares at your form “it’s funny, i see you every day yet i’ve never wanted to kiss you more than right now.” he blurts out, voice hushed as he takes a small moment to realise the things he’s said while being unaware of the heat that crawled up your neck. ayato casts a wary eye as he clears his throat. 

“my apologies, (y/n). my outburst was uncalled for and i’m sorry if anything i said made you uncomfortable. i understand if this changes things between us and i would love to still be friend-” the rest of his words are snuffed out when you pull him in by the collar of his shirt, lips pressed against his and eyes closed. hesitantly, he rests a hand on the back of your neck, thumb drawing circles on your jaw as he melts into the contact. his breath fans across your cheek as he devours the dizzying feeling. you both pull apart, small pants and huffs filling the lack of sound in the closet. you watch with a slight amount of satisfaction as a red hue spreads from ear to ear across his face and the wide adoring eyes that look back with shock.  

“in all fairness” you rub the back of your neck, muttering inaudible words while trying to stifle a grin “i’ve been wanting to do that for a long time now, too.” you manage to whisper out, resting your forehead against his shoulder. a warmth covers your hands as you still grip his collar and raising your eyes you see a warm smile sent your way.  

“if you had told me this morning that i would end up making out with my longtime crush, and best friend since diapers, in a closet, i never would have believed you.” using the wall to brace himself, he gently takes your hands in his own and off of his button-up “now what do you say, would you like to get out of here?”  

“aw, is this where prince charming whisks me away to a whole new world?” you tease, grasping his hand and letting him bring you to your feet. ayato can only let out a soft snort and grin back.  

“if anything, you’re the real saviour here. my ticket to leaving this event. or in other words,” he leans part of his body weight against you “my precious knight in shining armour.” you lightly shove him off you, as he chuckles to himself. 

he pulls you down the dim and empty hallway of the school, the dance forgotten, and dull music covered by laughter as he presses a kiss to your cheek and opens the door for you, cool night air hitting your skin before he takes your hand in his again.  

“i love you.” softly said with such truth and sealed with a squeeze of his hand.

GOROU.

“the usual today, gorou?” he nods, handing you the correct change. blue eyes watch as you smile and move to make his drink, tracking your movements as you appear to glide behind the counter. he should have gone to kokomi for more advice because he’s not ready to do this, nope, not at all. maybe tomorrow? but that’s what he said last week and look where he is right now, the next week with nothing said. 

“here’s your order!” he blinks, shaking himself from his inner thoughts and grabbing the drink from you with a small but tense smile. 

“thanks.” he cringes at the small crack in his voice as a faint blush creeps up his neck. taking a sip, he can’t help but sigh at the taste “i should.. probably move now and stop blocking other people shouldn’t i..” his voice grows quieter with the realisation as he lets out a weak chuckle to go along with it.

“mhm it’s fine. today is quiet so far so it shouldn’t matter too much.” your tap your chin “why don’t you take a seat? i get my break at about ten to fifteen anyway so my co-worker can take my place for a bit.” he grins, nodding and moving to take a seat at an empty table in a corner area of the store. 

for the next fifteen-ish minutes, he watches you serve the next couple of customers that trickle in with a smile. having finished his drink a couple minutes ago, he fiddles with the paper cup, taking off the cup holder before noticing something written in black ink on the side. turning it over, he traces a finger over the smiley face you’d drawn and flushes at the writing. 

this coffee might be hot, 

but you’re definitely hotter ;D 

“hey!” he looks up as you sit across from him “sorry about the wait.” you place your elbow on the table with your hand holding up your head “so, any updates with your life? i’ve been caught up with studying so i’m a bit out of the loop.” gorou doesn’t say anything at first but you catch him looking at what you wrote when making his coffee. 

“oh,” you chuckle “i got inspired from the time when you came up to the counter here. it was your second time here and the line you left on the napkin really had me laughing so i thought i’d offer one in return.” you rub the back of your neck with a sheepish smile “hope you don’t mind.” he shakes his head.

“n-no! i, uh, found it quite funny.” he pauses before continuing “there’s been quite a bit going on school wise these days. kokomi has been busy with helping out the treasurer with school funds lately, so she’s left preparing things for the school dance to me and a couple others on the council.” he sighs “though i’ve been kinda lost myself since well, there’s actually someone i want to ask but haven’t really gotten a clue how.” 

“y’know, i had completely forgotten about there ever being a school dance coming up.” leaning back more in your seat, you study his character a little bit “but honestly, you shouldn’t have anything to worry about really. you’re a great guy, gorou. the biggest bit of advice i’d say is to do something memorable when it comes to asking the person to go with you. you want a lasting impact that will have them looking back on the time and smiling later on.” nodding furiously, gorou takes in every word you say, listening intently so he doesn’t mess up his confession. you chat for a little longer, exchanging words about assignments from shared classes, ideas to help him with planning the actual dance itself, and whatnot. 

“and- oh, crap i have to get back to work.” you stand up from your seat with an apologetic smile “i’ll see you at school then? oh, and remember what i said, im rooting for you gorou.” in his mind he facepalms at his inability to actually talk to you, though waves back as you run off back behind the counter. 

– 

“i just can’t do it, kokomi.” gorou says in a muffled whine “everytime i try to talk to them i just clam up and can barely seem to get a word in.” he heard kokomi chuckle, turning his head so cheek was squashed on the table.

“you said that the main reason you two started talking was because of a pick up line you wrote on a napkin, right?” he flushes but nods “why don’t you take a similar approach again?” 

“that… is actually a really good idea.” he perks up with a shining in his eyes “that way, i won’t have to actually say anything. or well, i’ll probably have to explain myself and all but-” 

kokomi sits back in her seat, satisfied as gorou starts making plans for what he wants the poster to say and when he would do it. since he often goes to the coffee shop at a regular time and it’s usually when there’s the least amount of people, he could just walk in then. excitement ran through him as he smiled at the thought of being able to proudly say he was officially going to the dance with you. 

–

“gorou! didn’t expect you to come in today.” your chipper voice had him smiling “the normal order again?” he patiently waits to the side, still stuck in a slight dream-like state, and observes the people in the shop. 

“one medium latte with a double shot of espresso for gorou!” you smile at him, he seemed to be in such a good mood today so you couldn’t help but ask. 

“oh! well i…” his voice trailed off as he stared into your eyes, zoning out a bit as he thought of what to say “i…” 

“gorou? you good-”

“willyougototheschooldanceme?” he blurts out. a line of emotions flick on your face, your brain going from processing to shock to being flustered in a matter of seconds. gorou looks just as shocked as you are. this wasn’t the plan! 

“i’m so sorry that wasn’t how i wanted to- oh archons kokomi is never going to let me hear the end of this.” he groans, face red and hot as he covers his face with a hand and stiffening when he hears you chuckle. 

“you uh, may want to read what i wrote on your cup.” you say sheepishly, heat crawling up you neck and burning the tips of your ears. he slides the holder off the cup slowly, turning the cup around to stare at the text written on it. 

i like you a latte! 

so will you bean mine at the dance? 

“i guess we’re both kind of a mess when it comes to these things.” you nod along with his words. he starts to laugh and soon enough you join in. 

“so, do you accept mine?” he smiles. 

“of course.”

KAZUHA.

soft chuckles can be heard through the library as the librarian sighs and sends a shush your way. looking over his shoulder at the page, you can’t help but choke up on laughter as kazuha recites the lines of poetry with a straight face. well, tried too at least. even as an admirer of poetry himself, romantic stanzas and free verses’ chalk full of metaphors about hearts fluttering like butterflies always sent chuckles vibrating down his spine. though he couldn’t deny how warm reading these out loud made him feel, imagining your wistful smile as he tells you his latest idea of love.  

“that last poem reminds me of a book i’ve read before.” you muse, head slightly tilted as you relaxed against the bookshelf. he sits back down next to you with his lip curled into a grin.  

“oh really? what was it about?” you scratch the back of your neck, thinking for a moment.  

“it was a classic teen romance novel. new kid in the school meets the main love interest, main love interest falls head over heels for the new kid.” you shift to face him better “the new kid plays hard to get but falls just as hard. the book would’ve been alright except for the fact that they kept dancing around the truth too much to the point where it didn’t feel as satisfying when they did get together in the end.” you shrug, a lopsided grin appearing on your face “wasn’t my favourite read but definitely wasn’t the worst.”  

“what’s the title? i’d like to give it a try and see what all this fuss is about.” he says, laughing at how you blink thoughtlessly before shaking your head.  

“i can’t remember it, sorry. it’s been so long since i’ve read it and besides, it really isn’t worth a whole reading session to get through.” kazuha cocks his head to the side, a curious glint in his eyes as he wants to get you to talk more about this topic of dancing around the truth.  

“can you give me a little more insight then? a summary of sorts or maybe a list of reasons why you dislike it so much.” you groan playfully, feeling him shove you back lightly with a laugh “oh, c’mon. a book can’t be that bad.” 

“it wasn’t. the writing style was quite nice and the plot was interesting enough, but the romantic parts fell flat.” you close your eyes, leaning against his shoulder a bit “there wasn’t the right tension written out for certain scenes like where the main love interest goes to hold the protagonist’s hand and isn’t nervous about it. like how is the person so confident that the protagonist likes them back and isn’t nervous about making a move like that when they’ve only known about each other’s existence for two weeks!” you exclaim, throwing your hands up to prove a point before sighing.  

“then again, the main reason i may not like it may be due to the fact that i probably won’t get to live out a high school romance that’s in those books.” you huff, an exasperated laugh making its way past your lips.  

“what makes you say that?” kazuha watches your expression turn sour, lips pursed and brow furrowing slightly. his fingers twitch, wanting to cup your face and smother away that look to see you laugh and smile again. 

“you really do remind me of this one character from that book.” you snort, fiddling with your fingers “but really, trying to find a proper romance in high school seems so messy. not to mention if you break up with them, you’ll have to see them throughout the halls till you both graduate.”  

“yeah, i guess that makes sense.” he shrugs, trying not to seem so down about it. sitting up more, you tilt your head at him, a look of concern crossing your eyes.  

“did i say something wrong? your tone is off.” you point out. a race of nervousness runs through his bones as he coughs and smiles.  

“no! i mean, no. everything is fine. don’t worry about it.” the sceptical look on your face says it all before you lunge at him, rolling you both onto the floor with you on top of him “hey-” before he can even ask, he breaks out in laughter as you begin to tickle his side.  

“h-hey, wait!” he struggles to regain his bearings when you stop, face flushed as he stares up at you. “what- what was that for?” you smile. 

“i don’t want to force you to tell me anything that’s going on, but frowning doesn’t suit you.” you chuckle. kazuha can’t help the small pout on his lips as he sits up onto his arms, looking at the light from the window hitting your eyes.  

“i love you so much.” he mumbled, shoulders shaking in both laughter and slight heartbreak, knowing that what you said earlier was right “god, i wish i could kiss you.” he stills as your smile grows bigger. he hadn’t noticed the way your laughing had seized earlier or the hitch of your breath when he said those words.  

“say that again.” he gulps, heat creeping up his neck and ears turning pick as you move closer. 

“i wish i could kiss yo-” he eyes widen as you connect your lips with his, hand on his chin and nose nearly touching, before sinking into the feeling. pulling apart with a small gasp, he raises a hand to hover over his lips as a smile forms on his face. he can’t help but giggle at your flustered expression and you soon find yourself joining in again.  

“how’s that for the start of a high school romance?” he says through the chuckles. his breath catches in his throat as you clutch his tie in your hand with a smirk.  

“so far? great. but” you lean in a bit more again, eyes trailing over his face, “i’ll need to check again just to make sure.” 

“you said i reminded you of a character from that book.” he whispered, smiling back “care to tell me which one?” 

“oh, you’re definitely the new kid from that story.” you pull him to you by his tie “because i’ve been wanting this ever since we first started hanging out.” your breath fans across his cheek and nose as he closes the distance and presses his lips against yours, losing himself in the warmth again and how you kissed back with the same passion.

TEASING THEM

synopsis: teasing your husband with sexual gestures.

content warnings: soft - nsfw + fem!reader

ayato: you saw him in the kitchen so early in the morning just getting a glass water, and just wanted the idea of teasing him. you needed to take a shower but you didn’t want to take it alone, so you brushed yourself into his arms, pressing your chest and breasts against his form arm and smiling… a lustful smile. “im going to take a shower..join me” you offered tracing a circle into his arm. his eyes sparked with lust nearly immediately.

childe: you climbed into his lap after he sat on the couch ready to watch something. wrapping your arms around his neck and whispering right above his lips with a smile. now his dull blue eyes were piercing straight into yours as you whined “I don’t want you to sleep here tonight… sleep with me.” It was enough for him to carry you into the bedroom.

diluc: gosh, you knew exactly how to tease him. sitting right above his groin with your legs wrapped around his waist. tracing shapes into his muscles with one hand, gently grinding on him, along with popping one breast out and gently bringing his hand so he could touch it. he was extremely red but you could tell with how hard he was getting he enjoyed it.

itto: all you had to do generally was trace shapes into his chest and say how muscular he was. in all honesty it was something that sparked his ego a bit. sometimes if you stepped over a line, like suggesting he stay with you for tonight his cheeks and ears would glow pink.

kaeya: you bother him while he was working, simply teasing him by caressing his chin. placing your knee between his legs while he kept a stern grip on your waist. you kissed his neck having him moan gently into your shoulder.

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૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა thank you for reading! I had really high brainrot for this one, any reblogs + comments are appreciated along with likes.

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— genshin men in a royalty au

INCLUDES : ayato ; childe ; dainsleif ; diluc ; kaeya

A/N : just some massive brainrot on royalty aus bc i love them so much and hhjhsdl

reader is gender neutral w/ you/your pronouns !!

likes & REBLOGS are appreciated if u enjoyed this !! <33

— imagine you’re in a royalty-esque au, but as like,,,, the personal guard for crown prince!diluc, who sometimes tends to take the title of “personal” a little too seriously at times (which includes, but is most definitely not limited to, keeping you in close company, even when your presence is by no means mandatory). but in spite of his sometimes overbearing need for you to be there beside him, you don’t mind his nuanced insistence; after all, it’s your sworn duty to look out for and protect the future king of mondstadt, right?

being brought up as the future heir to the throne isn’t as romanticised as he’s read his people make it out to be. constantly living on edge, wondering if there’s an assassination attempt waiting for him at the turn of a corner, anticipating a poisoned beverage from an opposer… all of these things are never depicted, and the loneliness that he’s forced to accommodate to certainly isn’t mentioned either. so when you’re hand-picked by his father as his personal guard, he’s even more agitated. it’s the perfect way to get close and get rid of him, right? but contrary to his inner fears, you never did anything of the sort, you merely trained and tended to his needs as you were instructed to. he was still skeptical, though that all changed when an assassination attempt occurred on the night he was to turn eighteen. he didn’t know how you had arrived so quickly, but in that moment all he could focus on was how ethereal the moonlight trickling in through his window made you appear. and it was after that incident he began to open up to you more, and the true nature of his feelings began to bubble within.

but if there’s one thing diluc makes sure to show in front of you it’s the countless marriage proposals he rejects, even going as far as burning the letters in a way he prays gets his message to you across. but no matter how many times he does so, you always regard him in neutrality — as though him openly rejecting marital opportunities from foreign lands had nothing to do with you. is it so hard to believe he would choose your hand to delicately hold and kiss instead? the notion pains him greatly. do you not see the way he stares so longingly? so desperately? so hopelessly??

— but even that righteous motive of protecting your homeland and future ruler takes unprecedented swerves, what with the way second prince!kaeya always seems to appear in front of you, regardless of the task you’re in the middle of. sometimes you wonder whether he just lurks around the areas you tend to frequent within the palace grounds, as him not being sighted for a day is more of a rarity than you would like (though begrudgingly you can’t deny the way his presence brings you a peace of mind within the typically monotonous days, even if his constant teasing gradually becomes more and more genuine when they most definitely shouldn’t).

though his illegitimate birth status may have been swept under the rug from the larger part of the population, it was by no means a privy matter to the old nobles of the court. kaeya had faced countless scorn and disdain, and he had expected the same disgusted look from you when you first met. but you did nothing of the sort. you merely regarded him with his royal status and paid no heed to his unbefitting background, even when he knew damn well you’re aware of it. but you carried on, minding your own business, performing your knightly duties while he couldn’t help but be drawn closer, and closer, and closer. so close he couldn’t bear to back away. and thus he began memorising your most frequented spots, betting on the odds that would allow him to encounter and approach you in a way more natural than just summoning you out of the blue.

his feelings hit him deep in the gut, the realisation of his curiosity-turned-infatuation catching him like a deer in headlights. he knows it’s forbidden — that he should crush these fleeting feelings stemmed from the sheer indifference you displayed at his birth status. he knows he should spare himself the heartache early on, so why is he showing you his secret spot in the back of the gardens? why does he insistently take the time to prepare snacks that caters to your taste when he knows you have a particularly grueling training that afternoon? just why… why does his heart seem to only grow fonder for you as the days pass, no matter whether it’s spent with you or not? deep inside kaeya knows his heart will beat so lovingly for you and you only, even if you love another.

— royal guard commander!dainsleif who always assigns you to go on patrols with him when organising the groups, regardless of whether the high frequency of it all begins to draw suspicion from his subordinates, especially when he still persists even after you’ve been promoted to be the crown prince’s personal guard. sure, you respect the man — in fact, you very well look up to him! — and you don’t mind going on patrols with him, but you’re pretty sure you’re not the only “tolerable” knight in the royal guards… (his subordinates never voice the blatantly obvious reason aloud though; not even when they’re frozen in place at their commander’s uncharacteristically soft demeanour and honey-dripping gaze when in your presence, his usual blunt and nonchalant self nowhere to be seen. well, all but a close knight by the name halfdan, at least).

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Byeol~ I hope you're having a lovely time wherever you are!! You can do this when you're not busy, but I wanted to make a drabble request with the "there's only one bed" prompt with Ayato and Childe <33 I'm stuck between Diluc and Scaramouche (since your characterization for them is to die for) so you can choose whoever you like more for the last. Thank you so much and have a good time!

underneath twilight ♡ part one

✦ ayato. childe. diluc. scaramouche. x gn!reader | part two.

✦ tags: sharing a bed (completely SFW) + various tropes.

ayato *. ⋆ lord and employee relationship

your eyes bounce between the extravagant king-sized bed and sofa. immediately, you make a beeline for the latter and promptly sit down on it. 

as you fluff the cushions on the sofa, AYATO's shadow casts over where you are. aside from his clean, familiar scent that was enough to scramble your brain whenever it enveloped you, he was the only other person in the room. 

the room he insisted you stay in — reasoning that it was reckless for you to sleep with the other male housekeepers, and that no one would wait on him. 

wasn't it the same though, staying in the same room as him? you wanted to question, but refrained, biting your tongue instead. he'd most likely find another way to have the last word. he always did. 

you look up at him, folding your hands in your lap and offering him a polite bow. "i bid you goodnight, milord. please do not hesitate to wake me if you require anything." 

ayato hums, tilting his head in your direction playfully, before elegantly taking a seat next to you. he crosses his legs, blatantly making himself comfortable. 

you blink dumbly. what was he up to now? squirming slightly under his gaze, you cautiously approach, "my lord?" 

"go ahead. sleep," he taunts airily. his voice drops an octave lower when he follows his challenge with, "i'll move you to the bed once you do." 

your stomach knots furiously, and it only worsens when he leans in abruptly. the commissioner seemed to have no concept of personal space, as he always lingered a little too close — never at a distance that could allow you to form coherent thoughts. 

the only problem was, you didn't mind this as much as you should have. 

"is that what you were hoping for?" he asks, tone changing from teasing to innocent so startlingly it almost gave you whiplash.

but after working alongside him for several years, you knew that ayato was never innocent — no matter how much he tried to hide it behind an innocuous facade composed of eloquence, grace, and close-lipped smiles. 

"i wouldn't dare!" you refute a tad too late. and with the cheery grin on his face, he knows you had considered it. sputtering out, "i could not possibly allow you to sleep here!" 

"i never mentioned that i would." he stands up, finally giving you a chance to breathe again, and makes a show of clambering into bed. laying on his side, his eyes shone with a gleam you were all-too-familiar with. "i'll stay right here. beside you." 

the long whoosh of air that gets knocked out of you a second time leaves you speechless, and all you could do was stare at him, open-mouthed, from where you sat. 

when you don't move, ayato sighs. "would you rather i turn this into an order?" he says it good-naturedly, though you knew firsthand that he'd make do with this threat. "i will not lay a hand on you. quite frankly, i cannot be bothered with the paperwork if you do report me for harassment." 

and even though ayato was never innocent, he's never placed you in harm's way. so, you slowly make your way to the bed with your back against the wall, arms slightly raised in apprehension.

still, you wonder if you could get away with strangling him in his sleep. you're pretty sure you'd be doing everyone a favor. perhaps a generous reward awaits you from guuji yae. 

ayato only tracks your figure with a lazy, amused smile. like a fox waiting for its prey. 

eventually, you find yourself under the covers. exhausted from today's activities and not wanting to deal with the man next to you, you fall asleep rather quickly after a murmured goodnight.

propping his head in his fist, he gingerly pulls the blanket closer below your chin. his hand lingers there for a second, thinking about how easily you'd fallen into his whims. 

his hand trails down to your jawline, tracing it as you slept. his heart is barely beating when a content sigh leaves your lips, feeling as if he could stay in this moment forever. 

in this moment, where you felt within his reach. and although you always were, given your occupation, tonight felt like he was hanging by a thin thread — suspended in time.

a place where status did not matter. a place where he did not have to mind prying eyes, and meddlesome mouths. a place where, even while you were asleep, his touch could cause you such contentment. 

and that was enough for him.

for now, at least.

childe  *. ⋆  childhood friends to lovers

"leave that for tomorrow," CHILDE complains, calling out to you from the other side of the room.

"i know, i know," you mutter to yourself, rubbing your eyes tiredly as you finally switch the lights close. "'m coming." 

it's almost pitch-black, and the cool weight of evening and fatigue fall on your shoulders. only silhouettes dance within the shadows as you maneuver in the dark to locate your bed. 

your knees hit the edge of its frame, and you pat the surface blindly. childe lets out a small grunt, "that was my stomach," he all but wheezes. 

"sorry," you snickered, not sounding a bit apologetic.

childe coming over to sleep was nothing new. the two of you were inseparable when you were younger, and you shared many other things besides a bed growing up. 

that is until he disappeared from your life for quite a while, and this little sleepover would mark the first time in a long time again.

though not much has truly changed. 

he's still insisted that you take the side that's right next to the wall, with him closest to the door. he explained that he'd be able to protect you much more quickly if ever someone intruded.

and like before, you're always the last to come to bed, so you always find yourself crawling over him to get to your spot. 

but the passage of time does not keep everything the same. it's inevitable — something that goes by unnoticed when you don't pay attention. not until the shifts are right in front of you.

because now, you've forgotten that childe's taller. much broader. and before you realize it, you clumsily fall over half of his body. he lets out a second grunt that night, and with a strength you don't recall he possessed before, he keeps you there by draping an arm over your hip. 

you strain your head up to look at him, the tip of your nose brushing his neck. this too, seemed like a new development. one you weren't overly opposed to. hesitantly, you whisper, "childe ... ?"

"stay there," he mumbles, releasing you momentarily to fix your positions and the blanket over both of you. you bury your face in his neck as he holds you in an attempt to become snug. 

"good?" he asks quietly. his fingers thread in your hair, featherlight touches as they dance atop your scalp.

you hum an affirmative reply, clinging to his shirt just a little more.

"good." there's a fond lilt in his voice, and you knew that he'd probably give you shit about this tomorrow morning, but you couldn't help it. 

despite the changes, despite all the years that passed, he still felt warm and familiar. solid and safe. 

"i didn't know you missed me this much," he teases. apparently, he couldn't wait until tomorrow. 

"i did," you admit, and childe is partly taken aback, not expecting you to humor him with blunt honesty. "more than you know." 

the arm around you tightens, pulling you even closer to his side. feigning his laid-back demeanor, he easily replies with, "oh, i know." 

you huff, managing a retort despite your weariness. "you're so annoying."

he laughs, and you feel his entire upper body shake. his hand goes to your upper arm, rubbing it up and down mindlessly. "but you love me." 

"i do," you whisper. the confession is so delicate — so raw — that his hand stills in their movements while sleep drags you deeper into its hold. "more than you know." 

vaguely, you feel him angle his head to look down on you. something damp presses against your forehead so lightly, that you almost believe that you were dreaming already. 

but childe's lips murmur against your forehead.

"i love you more." he breathes.

diluc  *. ⋆  fake dating

DILUC pinches the bridge of his nose in aggravation. he didn't account for how kaeya and the others would actually go this far. 

it started with a straightforward proposition. a simple scheme to get elzer and kaeya off his back, but he didn't foresee this far ahead into the future, nor considered this possibility. 

a future where you're both forced to share a room since you were parading around as "lovers" in mondstadt.

"i'm really sorry," you began, and diluc hates the way you sound so remorseful. this wasn't even your fault, as it was him who'd stupidly roped you into this entire predicament. "i could ask the front desk if they have another spare room, but they might find out that we separated ways." 

and he hates that it's still him, his reputation, his well-being, that you were considering to the very end. "i don't care. i would much rather have you sleep comfortably instead of keeping up with this act. i can sleep on the floor or move rooms —" 

"it's fine!" you blurt out. diluc opens his mouth to protest again, but you hurriedly propose, "we can share! it's just two people sleeping." 

with the look on your face, diluc knew you weren't entirely convinced as well. but then you continue with forced indifference lacing your voice, "plus ... this is all just fake, right?" 

an arrow pierces through his chest. 

"yes," he lies, mouth going dry. the arrow's steel tip digs down a little deeper. 

you nod, gifting him with a smile that's meant to reassure him, but diluc only feels dishonorable. after a while of awkwardly shuffling around one another, you feel the bed dip beside you as he finally lies down. 

"should i head down and request another blanket?" diluc offers. truly, why would whoever designed this room place an enormously large bed with a single piece of cloth that was half its size? 

you swallow nervously, avoiding his eye. "we could also ... share. if you don't mind." 

he gives you the tiniest little nod, and before he can spark another argument about moving rooms once more, you scoot closer to his side until you're flush against him. 

draping the blanket over both of you, he wonders if you could hear the hammering of his heart in this dead of night. it would be impossible for you not to. 

"please sleep well." your words come out muffled from his chest, and your breathing slowly evens out.

he keeps his arm above your shoulder, afraid to wrongly touch you anywhere else.  

he's aware that you've both gone too far to go back, and that you're both too terrified to move forward. and with the way he pulls you closer, presses you more tightly against him, even he can't deny that this wasn't just for warmth anymore. 

because with every minute that goes by, diluc knows he can't ever let you go. not when you feel like home in his arms. 

so he closes his eyes and decides that when the sun rises, he needs to make this all real, somehow. 

but that was a promise for tomorrow when you both start anew. 

scaramouche *. ⋆ enemies to lovers

"listen, can we please just get this over with?" you plead wearily. 

SCARAMOUCHE stood by the edge of the singular bed that you were currently arguing over. exhaustion permeated the air, as today's mission was longer than most — courtesy of your assigned partner, who never failed to give you a migraine — and you definitely did not want to sleep on cold, hard ground tonight. 

scaramouche closes his eyes with an irritated click of his tongue, looking as equally exhausted as you did. still, he manages to sneer and say, "and as i said, i'll be taking the bed." 

you heave a sigh, massaging your temples. "no, you'll take the floor." 

"i won't. do you forget your place? i carry a higher rank than you do." 

"fine," you spit out bitterly. "i'll go and ask childe if i can room with him. maybe he won't be an immature ass and actually knows how to fucking share." 

that's when his head snaps back to look at you again. bingo. his nostrils flare while he glowers at you — an expression you were practically immune to by now. "i can fucking share."

"see?" you scoff. archons, he was so predictable. "must you always win?" 

unbeknownst to you, scaramouche lets that comment slide, distracting himself by rearranging the extra pillows into a line down the middle of the bed, splitting it in half. 

because yes, when it comes to you, he'll always win. he wants — needs — to.

he gets in first, and you follow right after without any semblance of fear. it's something that's bothered him up to this very day and is responsible for the tight feeling in his chest whenever in your orbit that he's yet to name or acknowledge at all.

"stay on your fucking side or i will burn this entire place down," scaramouche warns threateningly.

you don't miss a beat when you answer just as rudely, "then we wouldn't have anywhere else to sleep, you idiot."

both of you lay there in stifling silence for a while, both staring up at the ceiling. neither of you questioned the tsaritsa's orders whenever you were forced to work together — but sleeping was a dangerous and vulnerable position to be caught in even if you were technically on the same side.

and it seemed like both of you was aware of that. 

"thank you," you express quietly, clearing your throat. your words hang heavily above your head, but you carry on. "i wasn't entirely keen on sharing a room with childe. or anyone else, if i'm being truly honest." 

the air shifts ever so slightly, and scaramouche stays silent for three more seconds before he can prevent himself from asking, "because?"

he feels you move to peek at him from the fortress of pillows, and he can nearly imagine the astonishment on your face. as much as he wants to witness it, he keeps his eyes stubbornly trained on the ceiling. 

"oh. well, i'm simply not as comfortable with the others unlike when i'm with you," you reveal easily, lying back down.

a feeling of pride surges in his chest.

"and i'm sorry —" you begin before he cuts you off. 

"it's ... fine," he responds curtly. the phrase felt so foreign on his tongue. dealing with forgiveness was never his specialty. normally, whoever slighted him never lived to see another day to apologize. 

"but are you always this talkative even before you sleep?" he gripes without any real malice to it. 

you let out a small, drowsy laugh, and he finds himself enamored with the sound, instead of being vexed. he doesn't fight the urge anymore and turns his head to look at you. 

he's grateful he did. 

it was the first time he'd seen you laugh, genuinely, without any pretense, and it filled him with another strange, unfamiliar, burst of emotion. 

"only with you," you mumble softly, a small smile playing on your lips. "goodnight, idiot." 

he merely scoffs at your name-calling, not wanting to presume how affectionate it almost sounded. soon, he allows himself to rest, sleeping soundly for the first time in years. 

and neither of you says anything when you both wake up entangled in each other's arms. 

the line of pillows gone, boundaries crossed, and sides long forgotten. 

✦ byeol’s notes: thank you to the lovely nonnie who requested this! i decided to do them all, my way of saying thanks for being so sweet and i loved the idea! and to my other readers, i'll be back to posting regularly — at least, once a week — if life is kind. ♡

i've been catching up on kdramas and manhwas, so you might've noticed that ayato's part is inspired by that one scene in the business proposal and the duke's cursed charm.

✦ reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated! feel free to send any requests in. thank you sm and ily <3

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ayato [綾人]

he wasn’t a jealous man, but it’d be a tremendous lie if he said he didn’t experience it. his jealousy didn’t stem from insecurity or low-self esteem. his tendency to get jealous was sowed in petty, childish annoyance over anything else

jealous? debatable. possessive? of course. the need or obligation to uphold a facade around others made it a fun challenge. it forced him to act sneakier than a fox when it came to showing his true feelings and intentions

he was so smug about it. sure, you didn’t know he was behind it but he didn’t mind. the reactions people had towards you compensated for it

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i like him, not you!

synopsis: in which you’ve finally mustered up the courage to express a bashful confession to your best friend and six-year crush…only to accidentally dispatch your heartfelt message to the wrong person.

character/s: albedo, ayato, childe, kazuha, xiao, scaramouche, thoma

a/n: @sohyuki ilysm have a wonderful day queen <3

the first thing you do is run away.

in a way, you have always been good at that. scampering from those undivulged words and imminent encounters that instilled fear in you. it spoke to you almost like a natural instinct, left you with a bitter taste on your tongue, tormented you with a sick sensation twisting your stomach.

because of this, you ran from a lot of things. from your parents whenever they frowned upon a low grade on your report card, from a pompous asshole you later mustered the tiniest courage to shove down during fourth grade, from the unwitting attention of sunbeam-amber eyes meeting yours, and from your best friend whom you’ve practically loved for the longest time.

and you decide the last one is something you’ll finally want to quit running away from.

eight little letters and three simple words, yet for six long years they have meant more than the world to you. he has always meant more than the world to you.

so you attempt to construct it all within proper sentences — desperately trying not to jumble up your phrases while trying to provide the impression that you sure as hell hadn’t been shaking tremendously as you wrote it.

but it’s so difficult to even spare a meek glance at it. so annoying that it pesters thrumming vibrations in the depths of your stupid heart. so fucking frustrating that you don’t actually bother looking at it anymore when your fingers hover over the word ‘send’.

you’ve shut your phone off after that singular moment, and stashed it away in a nearby drawer for safekeeping. and for the entire weekend, you convince yourself that you didn’t really care anymore. six years didn’t matter because you weren’t expecting an answer. just an outlet for these emotions and a burden lifted off your weighted shoulders.

and for the first time in a long while, you acknowledge how liberating it feels to not want to run.

Y/N’S CONTACTS.

him <3 (kaedehara kazuha)

✉ 4:47 am, april 4th (mon).

[ 1 new message! ] : psst. arcade after class today? :)

ah, but who would be an idiot not to fall for him?

you’ve guessed he’s received so many incessant compliments and heartfelt confessions, that despite how frustratingly courteous he was — could never actually bother wasting his time sorting through each and every one of them.

so you figure that you’re in the clear, and he won’t have to burden himself with formulating a sharp answer.

or at least, that’s what you reassure yourself when monday comes around and he greets you with an ever-familiar and warm smile.

and is also perhaps why he pretends like nothing has actually happened…

because if that happened to be the case, he was rather good at acting pretty normal. you knew that if you’d ever received such a confession from somebody, you would have been freaking out a lot more — and depending on whether you reciprocated their emotions, either avoiding or confronting them.

but this…was a little too cold of a reaction.

and yet, at the same time, you were thankful he still kept approaching and talking to you as usual. above all, kazuha was your best friend before he was the person you wanted to be romantically involved with. you could never really bear the thought of losing him as a close confidante.

but it hurt like hell because he was always too kind, always too impossible not to love. always with the 1 am calls and his soft voice when you couldn’t fall asleep. always with the weekend home visits to his place so you could share a meal together. always with the sleepovers or out catching a midnight film. always a shoulder to lean on when the tears were too much. always, always there.

you know he’ll never love you the way you knew just exactly how to love him. and that’s okay.

but if looks and words could have honestly fooled, it almost seemed like he was ridiculously unaware that you had even confessed to him in the first place.

everything stayed the same.

and you can’t help but feel sick at the reality, because a part of you wanted to believe that kazuha was in love with you, at least once in his life and perhaps never again. in sleepless turned drowsy midnight calls, in fleeting glances inside the deserted cinema, in homemade meals and warm smiles, in drowning tears and comforting hugs. in the briefest of seconds when he realized you were always there.

but the thing about love is that it’s blinded you enough to not think about the probability that he might just like you. that he may or may not have been avoiding all other confessions because he only hoped for yours. that he may be hesitating every time you two get closer because he thinks you won’t want him back. that at 1 am while you’re whispering softly through the phone about your day, kazuha’s thinking about all the pragmatic reasons not to blurt out mid-conversation that he’s always been madly in love with you.

you know one thing for sure when you dazedly stare at your phone later that day. love has blinded you enough to not think twice about why kazuha might not be acting any differently than you had initially expected. why he’s so infuriatingly unfazed. why he should have been having a more violent reaction instead of making the same silly jokes with you.

and boy, you’re bewildered when you find two chat notifications waiting in your message box. one from kazuha, inviting you to the nearby arcade after class…except for some absurd reason, there’s no record of an embarrassingly heartfelt confession registered in your shared chat history.

the second from a boy you barely knew but always subconsciously noticed in class, sitting rather ominously in your DMs with the strangest of messages. and it’s only when you begrudgingly open your shared chat, that you clearly feel how your heart stops in one horrifying instant.

because sitting there in the most unexpected of places, lies the culmination of six long years building up to a terribly emotional confession.

but…it’s not for the boy you had hoped would receive it.

that guy in class (xiao)

✉ 11:54 pm, april 2nd (sat).

[ 1 new message! ] : who are you?

xiao wishes there was a guidebook for how to handle all probable awkward situations, in the unfortunate circumstance that he’d ever find himself impossibly lodged in the middle of one.

but there’s none that exist to date. and he thinks not even the internet can help him figure out what to respond to a sudden and random heartfelt confession sitting peacefully in his message inbox.

he hasn’t exactly done anything to be loved or wanted by anyone. and at first, your contact name barely registers anyone he recognizes in his head. so he sends the first question he thinks of as a response, and shuts his phone to close his eyes and rest.

but then sunday morning comes and it clicks. he remembers. he knows who you are. because of that, xiao finds it all absurd.

it wasn’t like he intended to stare at you. he was always prone to dozing off mid-classes, eyes instinctively sweeping across every inch of the classroom, outside the window to greet the blinding light of the morning sun, and then reluctantly retreating back inside…

only to see you. and for you to see him.

so the odd pattern repeats. everyday.

you’d think he have broken out of such a quirky habit of looking. he’d think you’d have stopped meeting his eyes every single time. but you always manage to see each other — and past that, neither of you dare make the effort to talk to one another.

it was some sort of unspoken understanding between you two, momentary peace that isn’t built on a real connection. just that he finds comfort in your eyes, while you’re left breathless at his.

but for you to confess, and oh so suddenly without any particular reason to make you like him.

so he realizes the message presently occupying his DMs (and unconsciously plaguing his thoughts) isn’t truly meant for him.

monday eagerly arrives, and he stares. more often than usual, more often than he’d want to. he wonders if you’ve noticed how you fucked up, because he’s almost certain he knows who your vulnerable confession is intended for.

and it’s late in the afternoon when you shyly pull him aside to talk about it. how embarrassed you were by your clumsy mistake, how deeply you felt apologetic for sending it to him, but most importantly of all —

“i’m really sorry, but i like someone else and not you!”

strange how your first conversation turns out like this. he’s always imagined it would begin very differently. perhaps with you pointing out the fact that he always gazes at you, him asking you in return why you always look back.

and almost on impeccable cue, you suddenly smile and tell him about all the times you recognized him because of how often your eyes met, even though you’ve never talked to each other. you’re sorry for not talking with him sooner.

but xiao thinks nothing is going to change just because you’ve verbally acknowledged each other.

he was sort of wrong. the next time you met glances, you smiled. several more times after you’ve started doing it, he starts to reciprocate with the smallest of smiles too — the kind that makes you feel like its your shared little secret.

and you’ve both changed in certain ways. you talked with each other more often, occupying vacated classrooms during breaks and making a bit more room for each other within your drastically different lives. he even starts to join you during lunch whenever kazuha was too occupied with homework, and lets you drag him along to amusement parks or anime events you presumed kazuha wasn’t too interested in.

but the craziest part about it all was that you admitted to never actually confessing to kazuha after all that’s happened.

perhaps you were left traumatized by your previous opportunity to confess to your best friend. perhaps because of a certain “someone’s” consistent jokes, you were too horrified to ever want to confess to somebody ever again. perhaps you were simply confused about the new boy weaving his way into your life.

one thing’s for sure, xiao feels strangely relieved that you decided not to send the actual message to your crush.

and maybe even a little dirty part of him hopes you’ll eventually forget about confessing to kazuha at the end of it all.

saturday boyfriend (childe)

✉ 9:06 am, april 5th (tues).

[ 1 new message! ] : so you’re the girl who likes xiao?

the thing is, childe could have never actually perceived the day when he’d get a phone call late in the evening from xiao, inquiring about what to say in response to an abrupt confession from a stranger.

his brusque and characteristically quiet best friend — had suddenly gotten some crazy chick to fall for him? with that shitty personality?

oh, the unexpected news gave childe the laughter of a lifetime. and yet, he couldn’t help but feel curious about the idea of it. what kind of interesting person would ever be attracted to someone like that guy? (respectfully, of course.)

fortunately to satiate the whirlwind of questions that night, xiao later sends him a text of your name with a message not to bother you.

and childe’s eyes go wide when he eventually puts a face to the name. you, the weird chick always absently staring over at xiao in classes?

perhaps he should’ve seen it coming. he did think it was weird how he sometimes found you glancing quietly towards his friend. but he sort of assumed you’d have liked kazuha instead — you know, your actual best friend — over some guy you’ve never even talked to in your life.

so with the right determination, he makes it his personal mission the following monday to devote his own precious time for a stakeout. because who’s to say you weren’t secretly some disgusting pervert targeting your uninhibited emotions to an innocent classmate?

childe observes you from afar the whole day. from the moment you found your seat in class that morning, watching you lock eyes with xiao mid-science discussion, routinely tagging along with kazuha for lunch, and even as you’re concentrating on a note-taking phase during the afternoon break.

you haven’t made any explicit moves towards xiao…yet. it’s a rather normal and innocuous day for you.

until afternoon comes — and near the school gates, he watches as you awkwardly tug xiao aside to talk to him briefly. childe pauses in his steps, staring at your huddled silhouettes while attempting to decipher the distinct mood of the conversation. he sees you smile at one point, and how you courteously greet each other goodbye when it’s over.

did xiao accept your feelings then?

that night, he gets your number from a mutual friend, and sends you a harmless text message the next morning. if xiao reciprocated your interest in him that day, perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad to eventually get to know each other during the long run.

but when he arrives in school, he’s greeted by the sight of you staring at him in surprise and asking if you could spare him a minute of his time to talk. and it’s right then that you explain and attempt to clear up the misunderstanding that transpired between you and his best friend.

it still makes childe laugh at the absurdity of it whenever he thinks about the mistaken confession, and how throughly embarrassed you must have been for unhesitatingly sending it to a complete stranger.

from that fateful day on, you two started to become close friends. and to mark that unforgettably momentous occasion for you — childe would routinely find a way to weave his presence into your saturdays, bringing flowers, chocolates, typical department-store love letters, or text you a long ass cheap excuse of a profession — to remind you of your “beautifully executed confession”. even though really, it’s just a dumb excuse to poke infuriating jokes at you.

those continuous, and admittedly humorous endeavors of his, became some part of the reason why you could never bring yourself to confess to kazuha again…or anyone else for that matter.

and you know, maybe celibacy was the way your life was always destined to be. maybe you weren’t supposed to give out your heart to other guys, because you were solely meant to receive any form of romantic gesture every saturday from a certain ginger-haired bastard. and well, maybe it wasn’t the worst thing to have in the world.

or maybe he’s accidentally caught feelings when he suddenly put more thought than he should have, into picking out a gift on a random saturday.

maybe one average saturday, he’ll unconsciously fall for your smile and the sarcastic words of gratitude you’ll throw back at him.

and maybe, just maybe…on some imminent saturday, he won’t know what more to give other than his real and heartfelt confession to you.

homework hotline (albedo)

✉ 6:15 am, april 7th (thurs).

[ 1 new message! ] : hey, coming over to yours later for that project due next week.

you’ve had close friends come over to your apartment often, but none have ever made you feel as utterly relieved compared to when albedo visits.

it’s always been challenging for you to keep track of homework loads, or stay motivated while reviewing for an upcoming test due the end of the week. and albedo’s presence magically helps you to be productive with exactly all of that.

perhaps you feel more motivated, or somewhat pressured to accomplish tasks in the company of a person who’s actually mastered diligence. whatever it is, for the past few years it’s given you higher grades than you’ve ever expected to receive pitted against your previous academic years.

and ever since then, you’ve made it a point to always partner up together during projects, which he easily obliges to. plus, you’ve succeeded as a team in plenty of tasks for so long, that albedo naturally feels more inclined to work with you.

he also can’t deny that the company is indeed familiar and comfortable, therefore making it the most preferable alternative.

besides, he’s made himself at home in your apartment for a handful of years now, that it’s almost as if he practically lives together with you. an extra toothbrush left in your bathroom cupboard, a similar set of pillows and blankets stashed inside your closet, albedo’s hoodies and clothes folded in a neat pile within a separate drawer — his presence in your home was always just there.

which is why later that evening, as you and albedo are busy preparing dinner before you cram an overnight agenda of finishing several projects in advance, he casually suggests the idea of moving in together instead.

and it’s frankly not that terrible of an idea. the rent would be split between you both so you’d save much more, there would be no more trouble commuting to each other’s places to finish school-related tasks, house chores would be divided amongst the two of you, and albedo could occupy the apartment while you were out on weekly visits or sleepovers in kazuha’s.

so the deed is done. by the following week, you’ve already prepared other necessary accommodations, and albedo comes over with a small duffel bag (since most of his stuff was already left at your place) and a brand new key for your shared abode.

neither of you can really feel like something has changed. if anything, it seems more natural to have him permanently living with you because it makes things more convenient.

and ever since then, you’ve been constantly seen together a lot more frequently inside the university premises (causing some familiar faces grow envious at the sight of it), but the both of you preferred to keep your current home status as a personal secret so as not to fuel too many strange rumors.

you do homework with each other a lot more often. you’re also left in awe by the occasional detailed doodles scrawled across the corner pages of his lecture notebook. one late evening, you were wondering if it was the sleep taking over you, or he actually drew a little portrait of you on one of the tightly folded pages.

everyday, you’d take turns doing certain things during your well-deserved breaks. albedo, on one hand, teaches you how to draw and paint. you’re not exactly the best at artistic endeavors, but he was always patient and supportive, going as far as to provide specific remarks on the things you needed improvement with.

on other days, you’d convince him to sit down with you to binge food while watching your favorite films. he’d initially oblige to appease your kindness and hadn’t realized it at first — but at some later point, he ended up loving all the same movies as you did.

it’s slow but anticipated, the way he falls in love with you. perhaps a part of him has always seen this ending coming — recognized the dangerous path he was treading, and yet took it without any complaint.

even though he saw through your heart and how you wanted someone else. even as he witnessed the romantic gifts you carried back home with a giddy smile. even while he listens to you upsettingly vent about the most impertinent guy who keeps making his way back into your life.

because maybe deep down, he’s always hoped to love someone like this. the sound of your laughter filling his ears while making dinner. films on television illuminating your face in the darkness. yawns you stifle when it’s midnight and you’re almost finished with homework. fluttering eyes in the morning. enchanting smiles quirking across your lips. napping soundly on the study desk even though you kindly insisted on waiting up for him before you both slept. how it feels to talk about everything and nothing at the same time.

it’s natural and innate. foreign yet so familiar. a breath of fresh air. and yet, the feeling of home lingers across his fingertips.

a written, unchangeable, and hopeless destiny for albedo to always fall without constraint. and the saddest truth is — he wouldn’t have wanted this love for any other way.

BLOCKED — 4th grader asshole (scaramouche)

✉ 2:35 pm, april 9th (sat).

[ 1 new message! ] : you’re paying for the next meal dumbass.

scaramouche to you was a lot of things. perhaps the first and most notable one of them all was that he was an impressively pompous asshole.

and you suppose he’s always been like that. the same bitchy bully you’ve regretfully crossed paths with during the fourth grade.

the strangest part is, you’ve never actually done anything to piss the boy off. or at least, none you could still vividly remember. but you were certain that you weren’t too shitty as a kid, and your first interaction with scaramouche wasn’t even close to offensive.

it happened on the elementary playground, when you first caught sight of the little boy eagerly chasing after his friends, before suddenly tripping over a rock and diving straight into the ground. you remember the degrading echoes of his friends’ laughter, how you worriedly walked over to him and asked if he was okay. how you stretched your hand out to the kid on the ground, and how he stared at you with an unreadable gaze. and before you even knew it, past that singular moment, every single day of 4th grade became absolute war.

could anyone blame you for simply being courteous? he had terribly shitty friends and you only wanted to help…which yes, unexpectedly backfired with irreparable consequences. how were you to know in that second that something horrible would happen?

maybe you should never have approached scaramouche that day. or maybe you also would’ve regretted never helping him out.

either way, the thought has always plagued the back of your mind, and you wonder if your life would have changed so drastically had you made a different choice in that playground.

even until today, he still somehow manages to wander into your life oh so effortlessly. in the hallways, ramming into your shoulder without sparing a mere glance or an apology. in the middle of class, absently toying with your free locks of hair while you grumble several coherent insults towards the boy. during gratitude day, him stealing your white blouse scribbled in your friends’ messages and writing some of his own unwanted words on it. in the art room, cornering you with that devilish smirk and a finger against his lips as he warns you not to make a single sound, while the hall monitor angrily screeches his name around the deserted corridors…most likely intending to throw him in detention.

even at the comfort of your own home — he’s the neighbor who (unfortunately) moved around the same time as you did, except he lives in the spacious flat two floors below.

and it infuriates you to the ends of the earth. how he’s always been there. how he somehow still is.

when you aced a major test, he was there with an irritated scoff, reminding you not to get too full of yourself. when he saw how you started to fall for kazuha in the early years, he was there to poke fun of you for wanting a “nice” guy, because nice was just an equivalent for boring. when he saw you standing outside your house beneath the rain — soaked, shivering, and frustrated after a big argument with your parents — he shoved an umbrella in your face and told you how you looked absolutely horrendous.

he’s seen too much of you, both in your happiest and at your worst. not even others like kazuha or close family friends have witnessed or known such dark parts of you. why did it have to be him? this boy who has been constantly tormenting you for several years of your life?

even as you surround yourself with better people, you still think about the insolent asshole roaming around the hallways. still overly conscious about his presence whenever you’re in the same room (more than you would have wanted). still thinking about his umbrella in the rain.

and perhaps that was the most perplexing thing which unknowingly drew you to scaramouche. that you never really knew which side of him you were going to get everyday.

one moment he’s explicitly arguing with you in the middle of plain daylight (which unfortunately, later lands you both in detention) — then all of a sudden, you’re riding a bus at midnight to your apartment alone, and he’s the person coincidentally seated next to you, flinching at your snot as he hurriedly juts a handkerchief towards your teary face.

he’s always headed towards the apartment at the same time you exit the bus coming from the university. and although you two constantly bicker and fight along the way back to the building, he was there to accompany you on the lonely walk home.

he pokes fun about your painfully obvious crush on your best friend, but tones it down on the sunday he sees you with puffy red eyes after confessing and attempting to convince yourself you didn’t care if he didn’t want you back.

even more so when you’re unwillingly forced to share a table with him inside a popular and crowded restaurant during lunch — him insulting you for the way you scarf down your food like a pig, and yet his hand subconsciously reaches out to wipe the sauce smudge on the corner of your lips before casually licking it off his thumb.

you’re staring at him in confusion, grateful yet weirded out at the…generous gesture. but all he does is scoff disapprovingly at your face, because there’s no masking the strange red flush that creeps up your cheeks from the uncharacteristic tension and his sudden physical contact.

and for the first time in the years you’ve known him, you’ve only made yourself presently aware of the reddish tint that sets the tips of his ears aglow.

what you’ll never actually realize is how much effort he’s been constantly making to conceal that singularly instinctive (and frankly, repulsive) action that reminds him of how vulnerable you’ve always made him feel — ever since you gave him your hand back in fourth grade.

it would’ve helped him a lot more if he had never noticed you prior to that. how nice you were to the other kids and teachers. how adorable you looked in those neat pigtails. how you had unknowingly charmed every single person into the palm of your hand, and how you were still so infuriatingly enchanting and oblivious at the effect you had on others…even until today.

he hated feeling vulnerable more than anything else in the world, knowing that he was also one of those idiots helplessly wrapped around your finger. just that unlike the rest of them, he’d never actually stoop down so low with his pride to say it out loud.

and he hated that everyday, you were always making it all the more easier for him to admit it to himself. to scream out to the world that scaramouche hated how much he has somehow, foolishly, and quite impossibly, always been in love with you.

organization hottie (ayato)

✉ 5:23 pm, april 9th (sat).

[ 1 new message! ] : see you on monday.

you tried not to squeal too loudly when you suddenly received the text message. but albedo could see the way you tightly pressed your lips together to stifle back a wide whooping grin.

and why wouldn’t you be thrilled? you had just gotten accepted into your university’s official charity organization! it was certainly the perfect opportunity to expose yourself to more learning experiences and activities past the fields of academics.

obviously, it wasn’t like a super attractive person was currently heading the committee and had just sent you a text saying you got accepted a couple minutes ago…

or…okay.

so maybe there’s a bit of an influence. i mean, was it that bad to find a guy who devotes his time for others insanely charming?

of course, it wasn’t anything serious like the way you felt for kazuha. it was more of a happy crush, if you would call it — someone you have a slight romantic admiration for, but don’t exactly harbor any deep feelings towards them.

admittedly, you had naturally considered the prospect of finding yourself with nothing to do over the course of summer, and you figured applying in the organization wouldn’t do much harm for you anyway…even though you had some reservations about the final decision to sign up for it.

and then, you heard about how ayato was recently elected to oversee the committee activities for the following year. thus, the rest was simply history.

the next week, you’re swamped with exchanging introductions among several new members and almost immediately busying yourself with the upcoming project meeting.

oddly enough, you’ve been assigned in the same team as ayato for your first project. and although you began on a rather rough and awkward start together, he guides you through the transitioning process until you’ve learned at least enough things to handle some separate tasks independently.

you’ve always assumed ayato was an overly formal and aloof person to approach compared to the others — however on the contrary, you were pleasantly surprised to discover that he also beheld a mischievous side conflicting his own outer demeanor.

there were days when even he would occasionally reach out to talk about things past organization-related matters. simple questions such as asking about some input on a certain movie, if you had completed this previously given assignment, or merely checking how your day was going.

and maybe it was just strange for you to suddenly realize how human ayato feels.

sure, he was often distant and burdened under plenty of responsibilities. you’ve heard your fair share of rumors and how he was always seemingly placed on a pedestal above all — perhaps you’d almost forgotten that at the end of the day, he was still just trying to get his own shit together, like everybody else.

he was precisely nothing short of a normal guy. the kind who pokes good fun around and plays chess on breaks. the kind who still asks if you want to accompany him to springtime festivals. the kind who smiles at you when he sees you standing across the hallway. the kind who elbows you subtly when you’ve dozed out in the middle of somebody’s monologue. the kind who feels like you‘re somehow beginning to know him better than you know yourself.

and ayato thinks you’re the kind he wondered what would happen had he met you all those years ago instead. if he had an opportunity to know you better before, than he did today. if he would have liked you any sooner, or always just a little later.

maybe it’s true that ayato could work hard to be a lot of things. after all, he couldn’t have become half the man he was today if he hadn’t convinced himself to put in more effort than anybody else.

but maybe there were also some things ayato could just never bring himself to have, no matter how hard he tried. maybe there were always meant to be some moments and people he wasn’t possibly cut out for.

and maybe he could try all he wanted, but he could never really work hard enough to ever make you notice his own lonesome heart — always patiently waiting.

BONUS CONTACT ! — a short side story.

radio boy (thoma)

✉ 3:07 pm, april 5th (tues).

[ 1 new message! ] : hey y/n! do you mind stopping by the broadcasting room for a bit?

although thoma has always been well-favored among people of all ages, he feels that there’s nobody else he’d rather spend his company with than you.

it’s not that he’s wanted you for ill intentions or in a romantic perspective. just that you were his favorite person who was so invariably easy to talk to.

you first met thoma inside the broadcasting room, randomly paying a visit out of curiosity to ask the title of a particular song played during the morning break. and then the following day, you came back to ask on behalf of your friend about another song.

before either of you knew it, you were making regular yet brief appearances to the little recording area — not just to ask about songs, but also to initiate small talk about how the other’s day was going. it was later on you discovered that thoma was a student from another class in the same university who volunteered to work for the campus radio station.

on most days, you’d bring him pastries or coffee to satiate his empty stomach, since thoma preferred to spend most of his free time in the broadcasting room. sometimes, he’d also be generous enough to let you borrow some of his cd’s or flash-drives of music playlists that he thinks would suit your taste.

during periods when you were too busy to pay a visit, you’d send him a quick text apologizing in advance. but not even five minutes later, a familiar song would suddenly blast through the classroom speakers in response, and you couldn’t do anything to hide the contented smile from quirking across your face.

when thoma begins to fall in love with you, he finds himself secretly dedicating certain songs to you on the campus radio — either playing tracks he knows you love, or music that he thinks reminds him of you.

of course, you’re not really sure when the boy behind the radio started liking somebody. just that all of a sudden on an average weekday, you belatedly noticed how his choice of tunes changed, and never became the same as before.

and every time you’ll teasingly question thoma about his arbitrary selection of songs in hopes of prying him for a name drop, all he does is shrug with a quiet smile — saying that you, out of all people, should know her all too well.

“I give you this ring as a symbol of my love”

synopsis: little snippets about Genshin men and their wedding rings

pairing: Albedo, Ayato, Diluc, Childe, Kaeya, Thoma, Xiao, Zhongli (separately) x reader

tw: established relationship, pure fluff, mention of Childe’s real name, spoiler for Zhongli’s identity

word count: 2.3k+ words in total

Albedo

The Chief Alchemist is the most creative on this whole list when it comes to your wedding rings. First of all, they are undoubtedly matching, have the most intricate design he put a lot of meaning into and everything from the sketch to the final product was done by his own hands with your preferences and additions kept in mind. Secondly, he wouldn’t be himself if he didn’t make use of his vast knowledge and alchemy skills.

You have absolutely no idea how he managed to do it, but the man made some sort of connection between the two rings. Since both of you never take it off, even in biting cold both bands remain warm - because the skin of one another keeps it as such and transfers it to the twin ring, creating a constant heat exchange.

But that’s not all! Albedo is truly a genius, because he made metal receptive to the touch. If you rub your ring, your lover will receive a feeling as if you are gliding the tips of your fingers right where his own ring is wrapped and vice versa. This helps a lot when his work requires his presence on Dragonspine for a long period of time. You can exchange small kisses and caresses like this and it is really comforting and gives both of you strength to carry on with your tasks until you meet again.

And believe me, Albedo is aware how special and unique you feel ever since he presented you with such an invention for you two to share. Thus, if one day someone learns of your rings’ secret and comes to him with a request to create the same pair - he’ll refuse no matter how much mora offered. He worked hard to make you happy and every moment he managed is sacred to him.

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𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗜𝗥 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗞𝗦 !

˖˚˳⊹ their kinks headcanons feat. ayato : childe : itto : zhongli : xiao : kaeya : kazuha : diluc : albedo x fem! reader

˖˚˳⊹ warnings: nsfw : different descriptions of kinks but none are dubcon/noncon

orgasm control/denial with ayato because there's nothing he relishes in more than being in total control over situations, including your body. Formost he's using edging as a way to increase the intensity of your climax and he'll be even more proud of himself if he makes you squirt. "what's wrong? y'want to cum that bad?" your whining was taken as an answer as he's slowly moving towards you, prancing circles around your needy clit faster. The slick in between your legs started pooling all over your thighs, coating his fingers but ayato doesn't even think of stopping now. Gritting your teeth you cry out screaming as the pleasure finally hit you after he denied your orgasm for what seemed like three times already, "you're so good." he coos, "so obedient." while rubbing your juices around your abused folds to soon after plunge into you with his cock.

spit kink with childe because he thinks there's nothing more exhilarating than seeing you choke on his spit. He pulls himself on you after eating you out, hovering over your face with a leaking amount of your slick that was wide spread over his rosy cheeks. "Open up." he'll coo but ends up prying your mouth open with his thumb himself, slowly inserting his finger to push down on your tongue, a bulb of spit running past his lips and hitting the back of your throat almost perfectly. And the way his facial expression changed after you swallowed it for him, glancing at you in an almost a perverted way. "fuck, i need you." he breathed against the shell of your ear, a small whine leaking out of his throat once he finally plunged himself into you.

sex outdoors with itto because he's itto. that's it. He loves feeling his heart race even faster whenever he fucks you in a back alley, where someone could spot the both of you any moment if he isn't carefully enough. He paused for a second to hiss at your warm cunt clenching him, the familiar sensation rushed through him again, a combination of adrenaline that made his blood quicken and electricity that made his skin tingle when he heard voices slowly getting louder where the both of you were. "gotta finish this up quickly baby, or they'll catch us."  itto's thumb placed on your clit for added relief as your anxiety got pushed back by the lust consuming your body, his lips connecting to your chest and leaving wet kisses as they brushed past your perky nipples, whimpering as he suckled on the skin.

size kink with zhongli because it's not his fault that he can never properly fit inside your small, tiny hole. "What's wrong? did i not prepare you enough today?" you cried out harder at his whispery words, needy hiccups bubbling out your throat as you desperately nodded your head at him. "I'll help you out a little then." he coos against your heated cheeks, placing his thumb against your swollen clit, pushing down. hard. In combination with this, zhongli slowly tried to slide his heavy cock past your walls again. He watched the facial expressions you made once he nested himself inside, almost angelic sounding as you whined at the big stretch and the way he hit all those right spots inside of you.

marking you up with xiao because he thinks that's the only way in showing everyone you're already claimed and belong to him, only him. The moment his lips would brush against your neck, he'd notice the jerk your body made, chest rising and falling when he continues to slide his lips across the fragile skin, "you're always so sensitive" you could feel him smirk against your collarbone as he slowly teased you with his sharp teeth before his needy lips attached themselves to your neck again. You'd throw your arms around him for support while he sucked on your flesh, pulling the air out of his lungs as he let passionate hickies appear on your body. Xiao's lips practically becoming one with your skin as a raw pop filling the air, him smiling against you. <3

teasing with kaeya because he's a witty asshole and wants to see you squirm before actually giving you any pleasure. And he's determined. "aww darling, don't disappoint me now." he smirked while rubbing your abused clit, adding another finger down to your pussy made you gush even more. You couldn't form any words anymore, only being able to cry out, whimpering to him on how bad you needed his cock inside of you, and kaeya knew how much you wanted to cum by him now since he's been playing with you for at least an hour straight. "Come on, you can cum now, it's okay." you thought he was joking at first but after opening your eyes and seeing his dead serious expression, you knew he wanted you to cum right here right now, barely without any touch. witty asshole.

dom/sub with kazuha because it's all about giving for him, he'd rarely want you to do any work and rather pleasure you instead. That's why sometimes you'd take the lead and make him whine underneath your touches, and kazuha would lie to himself if he'd say he doesn't enjoy it. Because he in fact, loved whenever you spoiled him like that. Kazuha wasn't sure if he was still breathing and even if he did, breathing wouldn't honestly be enough if anything, small pants slipping through his swollen lips, turning agape whenever you'd suck from his shaft up until reaching the top of his cock, slowly nuckeling around his tip and rolling your tongue out to give it small kitty licks. "wanna make you feel good but wanna cum too." he whines and it’s like a a pinch goes through your heart, his sweet words and who would you be to deny it to him any longer?

light bondage with diluc because there's something so arousing to him whenever he's got your hands tied up behind your back while rutting into you without any care in the world. He'll never go overboard though, the last thing he'd want is to hurt you in any way. His fingertips making your body move in awe as he played with the soft flesh of your body, tightening his grip on your hands and pushing you down further into the mattress. Dilucs body shivered violently while leaning over you in a state of pleasure to keep his balance, his balls slapping at your ass and the white liquid collecting in between your bodies when he pulled back his hard cock to cum all over your back, letting out the probably most beautiful moan you've heard in your life.

mutual masturbation with albedo because he adores observing your body and it's reactions to yourself pleasuring you while he's doing the exact same in front of you. "'m so hard." albedo takes his cock in his hand, breathing out slowly when he started pumping himself in front of your cunt, you following suit immediately and pushing a finger in and out of your tiny hole. Your thighs were quivering from the soft air brushing through your body, the obscene noises forming out of your throat and bouncing off the walls with such ease just added to the pleasure you felt when albedo slowly collected your slick with the crown of his cock, rubbing harder and groaning at the sight before him, "add another finger."

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Who has hanahaki? and will the love be requited?

contains: Albedo, Xiao, Zhongli, Ayato, Kaeya

tw: graphic descriptions of blood, mentions of death

KAEYA IS SO RUSHED IM SORRY I DIDNT KNOW WHAY TO DO FOR HIM

Albedo

you have hanahaki, falling for him wasn't easy. It took a while of getting used to his quirks, like his almost nonexistent sleep patterns, his abnormal body temperature, and his... fixation on spiders... but it doesn't chance that you get little cecelia petals caught in your throat when you speak to him, or when you see him a little too close to Kaeya or Sucrose, or anyone for that matter. He's the chief alchemist of Mondstat, for him to spare a glance at you that held more than respect for a coworker is a laughable thought. Unfortunately, the funnier the thought is, the more the petals turn into flowers and the bloodstains become harder to hide.

will it be requited?

no. Unfortunately, Albedo's heart belongs to another. He is no fool, he notices when you smell like blood and your "cough" that hasn't gone away for quite some time. He knows you know what it is, which is why he insists you stay with him for lunch, its one of his rare free moments. Love is stupid, so you sheepishly agree and stiffle your coughs the best you can. Albedo finds himself wincing as he mixes your tea, and avoiding eye contact when you press the rim to your lips. He also keeps you entertained with the trinkets he's been working on and his heart pulls when he sees you getting drowsy. But if any emotion is there when you were awake, he's back to stone cold as he clears his desk and performs a quick and painless procedure to remove the seed from your chest. Tossed aside with all of his other hazardous materials. He tells Kaeya to take you home, wherever that is, he doesn't care. Or maybe he does, but he doesn't have time to dwell on it, what matters is that his assistant can't leave him. That's enough.

Xiao

he has hanahaki, he writes it off as another effect of his karmic debt. New things happened to him all the time because of it, whats an aching in your chest to the demons plaguing your mind right? Its only when the petals turn into full flowers he realizes this isn't karmic debt, he truly feels as if he's going to die. Its only when he briefly mentions it to Ganyu that he discovers what it is, to which first he laughs at because an adeptus cannot love, and even if he did, who would it be? He tells her she's being ridiculous and her time amongst the humans is making her forget who and what she really is, and storms off. But the more he thinks about love and what it was, his mind traces back to you. He finds himself waiting for you to come back from your travels and adventures so he can share almond tofu with you, and enjoy the breeze with you and watch the wind mess up your hair. He takes the shiny things he deems worthy enough from his altars the mortals set up for him, and gives them to you (he wasn't using them anyway) and adores how they sparkle in your hair or glitter around your neck. Xiao wanted to believe he could have one good thing in his eternity of suffering, but he finds himself surrendering quickly to the feeling, because this is the best he's ever felt in his thousands of years living, and he would die like this if it was just to stay with you a little longer.

Will it be requited?

YES! You wanted to cry when you found out what Xiao was doing to himself, when you commented on his floral smell he just. broke. He fell into a coughing fit and blood stained the wood of the upper deck, it was a dark crimson and the Adeptus was barely breathing, which was so unlike him. You wanted to go find help but he held onto your legs with his last remaining strength and just kept repeating "loveyouiloveyouiloveyou" because he really thought this was it, and when you fell to your knees and hugged him back and said you loved him too, something inside of him clicked and the flowers stopped coming up and the tightness of his chest slowly started to fade. He pushed you away from him and told you to say it again, and when you did his chest loosened again, and all he could do was laugh to himself for being stupid and doing all of this.

Zhongli

You have hanahaki, its not surprising. Anyone could fall for him, he had such a way with words and weaving stories about Rex Lapis as if he were there himself. He was considerate, walking you home when he deemed it was too late for you to go home on your own, even if Liyue was probably the safest place to be, and making you soothing teas when you were stressed or in pain. But above all, he always knew how to make you feel better. After a long day at work, he'll sit you down and tell you about an ancient massage technique he learned from who knows where, and when you're on the brink of collapse from stress and pressure he'll let you sleep in his room with him while he reads one of his books from his personal collection. Zhongli is a traditional man, and you love it. Too much infact, that when the petals come up its a silent resignation. You distance yourself entirely because why would a man as perfect as him want someone like you, right? You can only hope you fall out of love in time before its too late.

Will it be requited?

Yes. Zhongli is not a fool, he has lived for thousands of years and he knows when something is troubling you. So when you've avoided him for a week, he's at your door when he knows you'll be home so you cant avoid him, he will give you a bouquet of flowers and apologize for offending you, and ask how he can make up for his offense. You tell him that it wasnt him, and he can keep the flowers (it makes you sick to see more than you already have to) you just insist that you have some sort of sickness and it will pass in a week or two, but Zhongli ends up walking into your house without asking, and rambles on about knowinf many healing teas to nullify symptoms or speeding up the healing process, and freezes when he sees small clumps of bloody flowers and petals around the apartment. To which he is confused at, and when he asks, you come clean to him because it hurts seeing him so concerned about you like this, and all you want at this point is for him to leave. But Zhongli just looks at you confused "I was under the assumption that we were courting eachother, or have i misunderstood this relationship? Someone like you shouldn't worry themselves over matters like this, you are much too beautiful to worry if i love you or not"

Ayato

to no one's surprise, you have hanahaki. You've spent so long admiring the Kamisatos for their elegance, pride, and kindness it wasn't long until you started paying more attention to the oldest, Kamisato Ayato. Even as a servant, he still extended his kindness on the rare occasion he left his desk that was regularly flooded with work. When Thoma asks to invited one of his friends to hot pots, you're welcomed with open arms, and Ayato is a talker, so his words alone are enough to make you melt. His eyes say more than he could ever though, and you find yourself staring for much longer than appropriate. The flowers come up in bunches, your saving grace is that they're sakura blooms, which are all around the estate and symbols of the Kamisato clan, so if you ever miss any while cleaning then its not questioned why they're around in any quantity. The blood though, is more difficult to explain.

Is it requited?

No. Honestly, Ayato doesn't realize anything is wrong, he spends so much time in his office, getting him to take a break and stretch his legs by just taking a walk outside of the estate is like asking the shogun to attend a kids birthday party, not impossible but so ridiculously unlikely that you might as well not even ask. You never confess because you were just a standard servant, nothing special about you, and you chalked up all of his kindness to you as standard politeness because you were Thoma's friend. So one day, you just, leave. Ayato doesn't realize you're missing until the next Hot Pot, when he asks for you because you haven't missed one since the first time. Thoma explains that you've been missing for about a week, and no one in the city has seen you either. Ayato says he hopes you are found soon and that you're safe and thats the end of that conversation, until its one of the rare times he goes to the city himself for something with Thoma, and he sees a funeral service passing through the streets, briefly remembering that he signed off on one of those recently. But when he approaches with Thoma to express his condolences, he sees one of the organizers holding your photo and his mind goes blank. He knows Thoma has seen it too because he's turned away completely, but Ayato can only stare. He prides himself on being perceptive and noticing the little things about people, so why didn't he notice something happening with you? He will never know the answer and that will haunt him forever.

Kaeya

The Cavalry Captain is probably the most handsome man in Mondstat, but his looks aren't what make you fall face first. It was his genuine kindness and generosity that made you swoon. He helps you carry your groceries to your house and laughs with you telling jokes only the both of you would understand, he buys drinks at the tavern for you and carries you back when you cant put one foot in front of the other, and he helps you through your killer hangovers when your head pounds harder than your neighbors going at it. You see the way he entertains children near the Anemo Archon statue, telling ghost stories or singing songs with the bards and putting on a show for all to see. The sight will make your heart swell and your chest grow tighter at the thought of even wishing he was yours. The most desired man in Mondstat had no business with you, you've seen him with other people much prettier than you could ever hope to be, and there are times where he disappears for weeks without even sending a letter. How foolish, choking up Calla lillies that are much too big for your throat because you fell for someone showing you the kindness he shows to everyone.

Is it requited?

Yes, Kaeya is better at hiding things than you are. So maybe it was because you were too busy hiding your hanahaki that you failed to notice Kaeya subtly trying to get your attention, flirting with other women at the tavern, asking you to dance with him at windblume and gifting you a... very odd poem in a language you didn't understand. But it was all brushed aside because everything Kaeya did made your heart lurch and calla lillies swell up in your throat. Kaeya isn't stupid, he's extremely perceptive and he knows when his closest friend has something going on. So don't be surprised when you come back from a late night shopping trip to him sitting at your kitchen table (how did he even get in?) and telling you to take a seat. Ushering him out won't do you any good either. Years of knight training keeps him in his chair and you start to panic. You cant be near him, not in your house and not like this. But when you try to express this, a lump forms in your throat and before you can swallow it down, you're choking and Kaeya is up to help you cough whatever you have out. Its a very silent moment when you both make eye contact with the bloody calla lily, stem and all on the floor. Kaeya picks it up, analyzes it briefly, and asks if you know what it means. You solemnly nod your head and you're about to apologize for everything and you'll get the surgery but Kaeya drops the flower and kisses you like you're glass about to break and he's handling the pieces with care. Kaeya pulls back and smiles at you "It means, you love me too. Come on, let's clean you up and get something to eat, yeah?"

stop what if

Heizou probably has a habit of accidentally flirting with everyone. Probably you got so fed up with it, you ended up breaking up with him.

Thoma feeling bad that he accidentally spent way more time with Ayaka than he spent time with you.

Childe accidentally hurting you by his excruciatingly big ego, he misunderstands “i’m worried about you” by “you’re not strong”.

Dottore accidentally screaming at you because you disturbed him in an important experiment. Little did he know he forgot you were more important.

Scaramouche keeps denying your love to him after his dark past, people leaving him. You said you weren’t leaving and he doubted it. But now you actually did leave him, all because of him. He regretted it.

Gorou’s loyalty to Her Excellency seemed more important than his love for you, or your love for him. He probably didn’t even notice you left until Kokomi mentioned it.

Diluc gets upset everytime you mentioned about him getting along with Kaeya. He ended up breaking up with you, but he was the dumb one now. It was just a request. Why was he so overdramatic?

Zhongli probably only used you as a coping mechanism, as if you were Guizhong. After you left, he fell inlove with you far too late.

Sometimes Ayato gets overworked. Asking him to rest is difficult. He found you annoying. You left. He misses your annoying personality.

Alhaitham’s suspicious activities.. always trying to find information about the Canned Knowledge Capsule seems to be more prioritized than your well-being to him. Were you just for display?

You hate how Kaeya spends his night in the Tavern than spending time with you. As if he was cheating on you with the Tavern. Ridiculous.

Itto’s personality.. could be a little hard to understand. He never takes things seriously and probably has the biggest ego. He would never take serious discussions.. well.. seriously.

you guys seem to really like this, so here’s a longer version for Scaramouche, Zhongli and Thoma! HERE

a new chatroom just opened!

↬ boyfriend texts ↠

◇ characters ◇ albedo, al haitham, ayato, childe, diluc, heizou, itto, kaeya, kazuha, thoma, venti, xiao, zhongli

◇ tags ◇ modern!au, established relationship, suggestive (on some), fluff (mostly), a dab of angst (kaeya), mentions of reader skipping meals (diluc)

◇ a/n ◇ unfortunately i can’t really make a readable ‘script’ version for this??? since i’m not sure how i’d display the branching dialogs and all. so uh yeah if this didn’t work on your phone then maybe try your pc!

◇ notes ◇ recommended to view via pc/laptop screen ◇ you will be prompted to give your name, but if you don’t feel comfortable you can skip them entirely - if you do give your name, the data will only be stored locally on your devices

some little tidbits / notes:

yes, the wallpaper changes based on your local time.

there are no ‘wrong’ answers, so go ahead and see if you can find all the possible combinations <3

(optional) send me screenshots of your favorite interactions or line lol

if you have yet to see ‘This chat has ended’ then- well, the chat has yet to end! be patient, it might take him some time to reply~ ;)

if the ui glitches, try turning the screen upright, back down, and then wait for a little (thanks @/prinrestcess for the tip!)

if you don't feel like thinking, here are the helper tools for heizou's chats: [morse code] [utf-8]

this took me literal  d a y s  to figure out... so if you enjoyed it, i would super appreciate your reblogs <3

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