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could you please do a jean or navia fron genshin c fem reader ? if not that’s okay

thank you 🫶

ᯓ✿ i guess it’s true

ˋ°•*⁀➷ HELLO welcome to the blog!! sorry i haven’t written much recently, school just started and i haven’t had much free time :/ but ANYWAYS!! just the girlies pining

ˋ°•*⁀➷ jean, navia x fem! reader

°˖➴ listening to: tomorrow - okaywill

₊˚ explicitly wlw/sapphic relationship so male aligned please DNI, also just normal wlw are we friends or lovers, non-sexual bathing together in navia’s

jean knows her job is very demanding, so any time she gets to spend with you to unwind is extra precious. she works herself to the bone, so your love and care means more than the whole world to her. with the whole nation under her care for the time being, maybe you should be her second in command and help her out. ultimate power couple. the dandelion knight most likely didn’t even realize she had feelings for you until long after people began assuming you were dating. realistically, she probably could have asked you out much sooner than she did. either way, it’s not her fault she’s oblivious! okay, maybe it is.

date nights are usually spent at home. just relaxing with you is more than enough for jean. enjoying a nice dinner, drinking some delicious tea/coffee/whatever you prefer and having a quiet chat is always the highlight of her week. it was a thing before she started dating you, starting as just a way for the both of you to wind down at the end of the week and ending as her opportunity to ask you out.

this mafia boss is SO obvious about her crush on you. if you’re so dense you can’t notice the way her face brightens up when you’re close or how she blushes whenever you hold her hand, there’s no helping you. she’s got quite a bit of money to throw around, so expect the finest designer clothes and accessories just because she felt like it. navia would be absolutely over the moon with happiness if you ever accompany her on business meetings in the capitol city of fontaine, using it as yet another opportunity to just spoil you rotten! wether it be some of the fanciest restaurants or clothing stores, she’s more than happy just spending her extra mora just to see you smile and giggle as she helps you into increasingly fancy outfits.

date nights with this beautiful mafia boss are also quite calm, usually just going for walks in the cool night air, then going home and taking a bath together in her large bathtub. her hair would fall out of the curls she often keeps it in, her makeup off and revealing her equally as beautiful face without it, gentle and vulnerable. it’s one of the best sights in the world. it’s the same for her, seeing you with your hair wet and covered in soap after she helped wash you. it’s just plain adorable!

ᯓ✿ kiss ya with a knife

ˋ°•*⁀➷ hi..yan jiaoqiu…

ˋ°•*⁀➷ yandere! jiaoqiu x gn! reader

°˖➴ listening to: slay !! - kiraw & 6arelyhuman

₊˚ yandere, drugging, kidnapping, violence, written before character release, also written while i’m so cold i can barely feel my hands :/

this cook is absolutely using the trust you placed in him to get you all to himself. once everyone you care about has cut you off or simply ghosted you, that’s when he seizes his opportunity. jiaoqiu would often cook for you, so a small dessert to make you smile isn’t conspicuous at all.

that’s what makes it perfect, smiling innocently as your vision grows blurry and dark, the spiked dessert he had given you starting to take effect. the cook would feign concern, carrying you back to his home and simply telling anyone who asked that you were quite sick and he needed to keep a close watch on you.

you’d wake up in his bed, a chain on your ankle connecting to the intricately carved bed frame. you felt weak, drained of all energy as you looked around the dark room, seeing that same foxian you trusted, watching from the corner with those intimidating yellow eyes.

ᯓ✿ just for the weekend

ˋ°•*⁀➷ alhaitham and kaveh x cheating grrr i’m sorry

ˋ°•*⁀➷ modern au! alhaitham, kaveh x gn! reader (cheating with the other)

°˖➴ listening to: wherever you go - sublime with rome

₊˚ ANGST!!, marriage, cheating, toxic relationships, alcohol, reader is kinda not a good person, american wedding traditions

why was he even here? you knew damn well he didn’t approve of your impending marriage to kaveh, why do that when alhaitham was right there? even with the wedding being only a week away, the feeble scholar never seemed to give up on the idea of loving you. maybe he was desperate, maybe he knew something you didn’t. yet it was him who held you up when you had gotten so drunk you couldn’t walk, resorting to stumbling with one arm slung over his shoulder.

he’d gently give you water to help you sober up a bit, letting you wear one of his shirts to sleep in and not letting you leave, not wanting you to go home this drunk. maybe he just wanted you to himself. it was the way you instinctively snuggled up to him in your sleep, the memories of drunken promises to never part having crept back into his thoughts. he really wished he was over you, but he just kept falling back in love with no rhyme or reason to do so.

he knew you had doubts about marrying kaveh, some red flags just too big to ignore. even so, you still wore the engagement ring he had given you like it was a lifeline. well, you did until that night spent with alhaitham. quietly slipping the ring off your finger stung as if it had teeth digging into your heart. it’s not like that night ended in anything other than being forced to drink water to help flush the alcohol out of your system and snuggling into his side, but the guilt still remained until the very day of the wedding. with alhaitham as kaveh’s best man, you couldn’t help but look over your husband’s shoulder at the man you weren’t supposed to have feelings for anymore. he looked so ethereal under the fairy lights, a sadness in his eyes that he concealed with a sickeningly fake smile.

he’d get you to himself during the reception, your new husband far too busy with his friends and alcohol to pay attention to you. in that secluded corner, maybe a kiss or two was exchanged. a profession of love, a wedding ring thrown off with reckless abandon, and a promise to be together even if this love had to stay hidden.

your best friend had been more than vocal about his distaste for your fiancé, but he had ultimately left the decision up to you. even from the day you told kaveh you were engaged, he was upfront that your fiancé just wasn’t the right one for you. he could have sensed the doubt in your eyes from miles away when you said he was the one you truly wanted. a final party before the wedding was to be held, just you and the architect hammering things out together and the dynamics for the future. your now fiancé, alhaitham, was notoriously jealous and overly possessive, so it would be more than likely he wouldn’t allow you to be around kaveh anymore.

you chose a fancy restaurant on the beach, one where you’d feel compelled to drink the finest alcoholic drinks and wear the nicest outfit you owned. maybe it was the champagne in your system, maybe it was something else. yet you found yourself stumbling around the soft sand with your best friend in hand, giggling like teenagers who just snuck out. you had stared in those beautiful eyes of his for just a second too long, but just long enough to realize you had always loved the man in front of you.

you were too far into the wedding preparations to stop now, heart sinking as the ring was placed on your finger and a kiss was exchanged to seal the relationship in stone. even at the reception, you stuck close to your best friend, the man you’d loved the whole time without realizing it. it was tragic, really. the way you loved him never felt like it was meant to be, not when you were now married to another man. the wedding gifts gave little consolation, the silver ring on your finger feeling like it had forever chained you to a man you never truly loved, and you were sure never really loved you either.

even while still in your wedding outfit, kaveh swept you off your feet and whisked you away behind corners to kiss as if you were a teenage couple vying for even a sliver of privacy to kiss and profess your love in peace without the interruption of people congratulating you on your marriage to a man who never loved you.

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‧͙*̩̩͙❆ anything you wanna be

ˋ°•*⁀➷ hi first bsd fic,, just soukoku pining for you cuz friends to lovers <3

ˋ°•*⁀➷ osamu dazai, nakahara chuuya (separate) x gn! reader

°˖➴ listening to: marvelous - wallows

₊˚ alcohol, ambiguous relationship, friends to lovers, more fluff than should be allowed tbh

all you had to do was say you wanted him and he’d be yours in a heartbeat, but it would never be that easy. it would be in a perfect world, but realistically, the words would just get caught in your throat every time you tried to force them out. dazai wasn’t stupid, he knew of your feelings for him even before you did. to say the man was confusing would be a gross understatement, he’s impossible to read. it’s frustrating really, the fact that nights like this one are the only times he exposes even a sliver of his true feelings.

stumbling and tripping in the cool sand on the beach, his hand in yours as he lead you to the water. the sun had long set, leaving an inky black sky in its wake and stars reflected in the calm, salty water. the sand was easy to trip on, showcased almost too perfectly when you fell into dazai. he flipped around instantly to catch you, splashing into the shallow waves with you in his arms.

you doubted he’d ever look this beautiful, sand in his hair and sticking to his cheek, a genuine smile on his face as he held you in the cool water, not caring if either of your clothes got wet in the process. worst case scenario, he’d lend you one of his t-shirts to wear, then he gets the pleasure of seeing you in his clothes! the kiss shared under the moonlight with the softest and smallest of waves crashing over your bodies would be one you’d remember forever, even if he was just a friend. he knew you loved him and he loved you, but it wasn’t really official.

your best friend wasn’t a very affectionate person at heart, at least not until relatively recently. his cold exterior lent to a much more intimidating image of him, the reality just being a five-foot-two man with too much anger in his short body. it took him a long time to open up to you, so many nights spent drunk and panicking over a slip of the tongue that you likely wouldn’t remember come morning. using his gravity manipulation to mess with you was part of day to day life, making you float just above the ground to watch you flail helplessly trying to regain your balance.

he’s your best friend, nothing more. why, then, did you find your heart beating so fast whenever he was around? was it the way he always found a way to get you into trouble, subsequently getting the adrenaline pumping through your veins, or did you have feelings for him?

surely that wouldn’t all come to a head when he was standing on the ceiling in front of you while you remained on the ground, teasing him for using his ability to make himself seem taller. surely. it was a spur of the moment thing, he swore to himself up and down to keep from acknowledging his growing feelings for you. not like he could deny much when his lips met yours, still upside down. it was strange, but not an unwelcome first kiss.

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͙*̩̩͙❆ where night is blind

ˋ°•*⁀➷ i can explain,,

ˋ°•*⁀➷ yan! high judge/priest! neuvillette x gn! reader

°˖➴ listening to: hellfire - the hunchback of notre dame

₊˚ slightly suggestive, intense misrepresentation of the catholic church, i was watching the disney movie and i'm chillin

the judge was proud of his virtues, deserving of praise from the divine he so worshiped with his very soul. he was a righteous man, so much more pure than the vulgar and obscenely unrefined crowd who shared none of his values. why, then, did he see you reflected in the flames burning in his fireplace on those cold nights? why did your eyes scorch his soul as if they were magnifying the sun directly into his heart?

the conflagration of you against his righteousness only stung more with the idea of keeping his lust hidden. your body he coveted so viscerally it hurt, something so forbidden it was unthinkable. even in the darkest of night, he would see you in the deep shadows, his desire palpable in the very fabric of his being. the sun caught in your eyes blazed out of any and all control, a wildfire without containment. smoke that dulled his senses and left him weak.

neuvillette himself isn't to blame for this, it was you, he'd say. it's really not his fault that the devil's temptation was much stronger than that of a man or dragon. praying to his god to protect him from your spell of temptation, lest you be his and his alone. it was a strange duet of lust and fear, sing it once more. it was a dichotomy between a pure soul and his impure desires for someone he could never have.

be his or burn. the choice was simple.

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