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[ mess it up ― diluc ] "how could I think that all that i gave you was enough? 'cause every time i get too close, i just go mess it up." cw. gn!reader, angst, ex-lovers, mentions a minorly unhealthy relationship, diluc with trauma (canon event, i didn't do it to him), mentions of alcohol and drinking, light swearing, a lot of adelinde content! thinking over the breakup and having regrets

aquamarine's findings. repost from my old blog, this was sorta revenge for him being c6 but i love my husband i swear // mess it up, gracie abrams.

DILUC was a stubborn man with a tough shell, one that appeared to never be faltering no matter how many people tried. adelinde had spent countless evenings standing at the door to master diluc's office, a glass of grape juice in her tired hands as she tried so stubbornly to win the young master's heart back over; maybe he wasn't going to be this cold and sheltered for the entirety of his life, if only she tried a little bit harder.

the very cavalry captain of the knights of favonius - his own brother - had even tried endlessly, purposefully causing mischief around the dawn winery in an attempt to drag out that mischievous redhead child that diluc was storing away in the dark of his heart. despite kaeya's attempts, it was all futile and he'd be merely scolded by his brother.

sometimes even jean attempted to grasp the reins of an old friend, regardless of the turmoil left between the wine industry tycoon and the knights of favonius. he was once honoured among the knights, feared by their enemies and their youngest captain; what had happened so achingly? now all she can do is grimace at her own fruitless attempts at small talk in the streets of mondstadt, on days where the clouds blanket the sun. it's dull, dreary and the tired look in diluc's eyes couldn't have matched the weather anymore than they did.

in the stupidity of your own decisions, something you tried to excuse as mere young love, you too had make your move to try fix something that perhaps should stay broken. yet it worked, perhaps momentarily. he cracked, faint smiles etched onto his face whenever he'd see you. his calloused hands would stop wiping tankards with a damp cloth just to press a soft kiss to your head when you visited him at work, his focus no longer on the tavern or work for a few seconds.

on days where the sun hugged mondstadt, basking it in golden light that brought smiles out on every face in the city, you'd find diluc among the grapevines, his sleeves folded up to his elbows as he partakes in some hard labour around the winery; after all, he still cared enough to give his workers a day's rest to enjoy the sunshine. you'd join him, happily harvesting grapes in delicate grasps of your hand however diluc wouldn't fail to miss you popping the occasional one into your mouth with a cheeky grin.

regardless of the lingering touches and gentle, featherlight kisses, nothing could truly fix him, could it? for all you know, your attempts had been nothing more than another day, another week, another month for the redhead. the same redhead that you'd dedicated hours to - that you'd dedicated your heart to. what a fool, placing something so delicate into the hands of someone who didn't know how to take care of it.

diluc wishes he'd told you that sooner. he wishes the warnings had slipped from his chapped lips into the night air on the evening you'd confessed your feelings, that he didn't give an ounce of care for love. he was going to focus on the winery, the business - his father's legacy. perhaps it was the only thing he had left to grasp of him now that he'd settled in the post-mourning phase of his young adult life but that twinkle in your eyes, how could he say no?

grumbling to himself, he sips at the bitter liquid in his glass before slamming it down moments later. it's supposed to taste sweet, at least that's what kaeya insinuates every time he steals a bottle from the cellar. diluc never cared, he never drank. he couldn't stand wine yet he kept producing it like it was his lifeblood but here he was, ruby eyes boring into the dark red liquid that fills the winery's infamous glasses his mother had collected when he was still too young to remember.

adelinde lurks in the shadows, a frown adorning that pretty face all the other maids gushed over; she didn't look a day over her age, still as youthful as ever as if she hadn't watched the young masters grow up into grown men with differing personalities nonetheless. a soft sigh escapes her lips, her hands clasped in front of her neatly pressed apron as she makes her presence known.

"i thought i'd never see you drink wine." she comments, her eyes drinking in the way diluc's body tenses in the orange glow of the candle on his desk. his gaze lifts to her, softening ever so slightly when he sees the maid. he feels vulnerable - no, he is vulnerable. nothing will bring back the relationship he'd thrown out so effortlessly like paper in the breeze and that bites at him, tears at his flesh while he's still conscious. the thought makes his body ache more.

"first time for everything," his voice is hoarse as he replies, gruff as he leans back into the plush velvet of his desk chair. that familiar black coat with the fur trim hangs over the back of it and adelinde sighs again, "it's late, why haven't you retired for the night?"

he's sober, adelinde notes as she steps further into his office, her lithe hands lifting the bottle of wine he'd been drinking from to admire the label she'd seen no ends of times throughout her life. diluc watches without another word. he realises how absurd it must seem for him to be drinking the wine, so out of character it would probably turn his father in his grave but it drowned out the pain or at least, it dulled it for a while.

"you know i've never retired while you're still awake," adelinde retorts as she places the wine bottle back down on his desk. the thud draws diluc to his senses and he clears his throat, pulling his large hand away from the glass as he seats himself upright, "you're still thinking about them?"

"do you think... they'd let me back in, adelinde?" he asks in his moment of vulnerability, his rough fingertips tracing over the rings that decorate his fingers. adelinde's lips pull into a tight line, "if i pulled myself together and let them see it happen... do you think they'd let it happen?"

adelinde knows the answer is no, she'd caught wind weeks ago that you'd moved on from the situation and was fixing your wounds in the aftermath of what had happened. she'd uttered it to diluc before but it appears he'd either had one glass too many or he'd chose to ignore it in a delusional hope to fix himself again.

"master diluc, you know-" she cuts herself off, her eyes sorrowful as she drinks in the way his lower lip trembles. his breath is shaking, vulnerable and she's reminded of the young boy who'd come running to her whenever master crepus scolded him for his mischievous antics.

"i fucked up, i know," he groans, a slight crack in his voice as his hands bunch into fists on the arms of his chair. adelinde makes a soft noise in response, "and now i just have to sit here, kicking myself with my gut in a knot while they're happier."

there's a silence that fills the office. wind creaks in the attic, adelinde realises she'll have to chase up the maintenance workers on fixing all the gaps and there's a subtle crackle of the flame burning on diluc's desk. she takes note of the dark circles under the young man's eyes, hollowing his pale face from the lack of sleep he'd been receiving since he cut things off with you.

at least, that's the story he told her - that he was the one to cut the ties holding the pair of you together. it wasn't the truth and diluc thinks he'll never utter the truth to anyone, a possibility as to why he'd stopped drinking wine the moment adelinde made herself known. he's a lightweight and he's self aware, the last thing he wants is to spill out the truth like a sobbing mess, tears staining his cheeks while his breath reeks of alcohol.

the truth was you'd been the one to finish things to protect yourself. your hands clasped around your breaking heart, trembling and shaking in a last ditch effort to stop things from collapsing completely. diluc couldn't love, not in your eyes. you'd tried so hard but you knew behind the acts of affection, he wasn't there. it was as if you was kissing a ghost, someone who lacked the will to be in that situation.

in the long term, it made you feel unloved. that's when you began to recognise that you was holding pieces of your shattering heart and desperately trying to piece it back together again, fumbling endlessly with your own heart all while you tried to force feed love into the winery owner - the one who undoubtedly was up until that point, your lover.

diluc doesn't blame you for your decision but he regrets it, every ounce of it. he considers that the whole relationship could have been avoided but at the same time, by the time you'd ended things, he'd began to crave your touch, your love, your kisses. he'd hear your voice when you wasn't even present. it happened too late however and now he pays the price, the heartbreak of his own regrets for not trying harder.

this truth he'd keep locked in his shallow heart, his lips pursed into a tight line as his eyes drag over the quill on his desk - yet again, another thing he doesn't dare bring into this conversation with the maid. he'd wrote you numerous letters, just begging to hear from you so that mayhaps his heart could rest a little.

he would tear every one of them up and only one of them was ever sent.

"diluc!" your voice chirps in his memory, your cotton shawl drifting in the infamous breeze of mondstadt as you stand upon the grass hill, clouds decorating the blue sky above your head. a smile graces your face, that specific one that he adored despite never mentioning it to you - a mistake on his behalf. your eyes crease with your smile, a gentle laugh reverberating from you, "hurry up!"

diluc finds himself trudging up the grassy slope to join you, his fateful beloved. his shoes find dips to keep his footing in the steepest parts, a calloused hand occasionally pressing to the sharp grass blades to stop him slipping. eventually, he joins you. he stands at your side, drinking in your face in sheer admiration before it dawns on him that this isn't his reality, not anymore.

the bedsheets are damp when he wakes, moonlight still filtering through the large ornate glass windows of his chambers. an exasperated breath escapes his lips, his tongue darting out to wet them as his head falls back onto the feather filled pillows. fiery red hair sprawls out beneath him, no longer tied up as tears sting at his eyes, threatening to spill in the vulnerable silence left in his wake.

every time he gets too close, mere inches from a promised happiness within his grasp, he just goes and messes it up, like always.

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#:((( still hurts as bad as the first time i read it #recs｡

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⭒ HOW THEY EAT IT, minors do not interact.

fem reader x jing yuan, sunday, boothill, blade + aventurine ( seperate ) ; fem receiving oral. pussy eating. clit slaps - bites - kisses. fingering. face-sitting. boothill calls you a dirty girl. petnames; my dear, darling. ₊ 𓂃 masterlist.

⭒ JING YUAN

jing yuan was a lazy pussy eater, he’d stay between your thighs for hours - rolling his tongue at a leisurely pace as he takes his fill from you, he found great enjoyment in it afterall, he loved nothing more than having you sit on his face after a long day and it wasn’t unlike you to offer yourself to him for that purpose. he’s never quite satisfied unless he’s squished between your thighs, but his slow pace only leaves you even needier - he knows that, he just doesn’t want it to end too soon.

“come on now, there’s no rush.” you feel like the whole room is trembling as he smiles against your slick folds, sending you a lidded look from beneath you as the low drawl of his voice makes your clit pulse with need.

but his words make you burn, you know you’re being needy but it’s been close to an hour that you’ve been sitting on his face and jing yuan’s deliberately been prolonging the experience, taking his time and savouring the taste of you as his large palms grab handfuls of your ass to squeeze. every roll of his tongue isn’t enough, you feel like you’re on the constant edge of your orgasm and he knows that - that’s why he’s not given it to you yet.

he thinks you look pretty when you’re hips are desperately trying to hump against his waiting mouth.

“you appear so eager, is there something i may do for you?” the general beneath you chuckles and your thighs twitch into either sides of his cheeks as he gives your ass another hard squeeze. he follows the pinch with a soft kiss against your clit before he suckles slowly at the bud a few moments later and you whine.

“let me cum.. you know e-exactly what you’re doing.” his sharp, amber eyes flicker towards you when you blink down at him, pouting. the sweet expression makes him hum, low and gravely before he pulls away from your slick cunt with a pop to give you a soft smile and a lazy blink.

“is that so? but that expression you’re wearing.. is undoubtedly awe-inspiring.” jing yuan drawls and you feel your hips almost vibrate over him when he dips between your legs once more, exploring your pussy with his tongue before it’s swirling around your clit with the purpose of tasting even more of you. his next words vibrate against your cunt as he breathes into you. “i simply would like to admire it a little longer.”

“please, i need more.” it’s almost uncontrollable; the way your hips twitch against his face - clit bumping his nose as the friction makes you arch.

you’re squirming, thighs threatening to close around his cheeks but jing yuan easily keeps you still so he can have you the way he wants you. you had offered yourself to help him unwind after a long day afterall, it’s just been a particularly long week and he needs you even more than he usually does. “yes, yes- i can understand your impatience, my dear, but you agreed to relax by my terms, did you not?” he teases because he knows he’s right, and you do too.

“and how delightful it is for me to be able to unwind like this after such a long day.” his movements continue their lazy pace as you make a needy sound above him, feeling him drag and flick his tongue over your sensitive bud before he sucks it between his teeth—watching you with heavy eyes for your reaction as his cock twitches, leaking in his pants. he has no intention of taking care of that right now, he has other matters to focus on currently - like how wet you are as your slick coats his cheeks and chin with every bump of your pussy against his lips as he kitten licks you teasingly. “i’m truly indebted to you..”

jing yuan’s voice trembles beneath you, muffled by your folds but you feel every syllable when it rolls along your nerves. “and you know i never fail to reward that which is given, my dear.”

⭒ SUNDAY

sunday loved going down on you, he viewed it as an art of sorts - to have your pleasure beneath his fingertips and his lips, he loved the feeling of your walls and your slick. to have you relying on him entirely for your pleasure, what’s not to love? he almost had you completely at his mercy.. although he could be particularly wicked when he wanted to be.

it makes you jolt - the way your lovers fingers come down on your clit, slapping the bud quickly and you almost feel embarrassed under the head of the oak family’s gaze as he stares at you from between your thighs. he’s watching the way your saccharine cunt swallows up two of his fingers - soaking the skin until it’s glistening everytime he pulls back. you’re turned on by a simple act of pain, an act of personal virtue that he can’t help but want to reward.

“you truly are a vision.” sunday’s amber eyes cut up into you when your body twitches - you feel too hot for your skin, like he’s worshipping you from where he’s resting on his knees at the end of the bed, leaving your hips to hang from the mattress so he can have you. his usual hairstyle is mused from where your hands were tangled in his hair moments ago; there was a certain intimacy to seeing the usual perfect man look a little fucked out and needier than usual - despite the way he insists he’s the one pulling the strings.

you gasp with the next deep press of his fingertips into you, pressing tight against the doughy spots inside of your pussy and his eyes glint darkly as he exhales. “yes, it’s quite magnificent. i don’t think i will ever tire of seeing you like this, it seems i’ve come to know your preferences quite well.”

despite how he may seem unphased - sundays cheeks are flushed and his chest is rising and falling quickly, in time with the way his fingers are sinking into you as your hands grab fists of the luxurious comforter on his bed beneath you. his next press pushes more slick out of you, and he can’t help but lean in to lap it up, humming at the taste of you along his taste buds that the movement grants him.

“such a delectable taste.. although you seem to have become quite the mess. hm- is this truly all it takes?” his eyes close momentarily as he buries himself between your slick folds, his wings trembling slightly as the soft feathers tickle along your inner thighs and it only pushes you even closer to your orgasm as you back arches. you’re so sensitive as his fingers keep their smooth pace and when you throb around his slender digits he can’t help but moan into you. “but fret not, you will be rewarded, my dear- i assure you.”

sunday continues to suck and swirl at your clit with his tongue, determined to pull more reactions out of you - to keep you under his control with his movements, fuelled by pleasure and lust. your thighs quiver from where they’re resting over his shoulders when he suckles hard on the sensitive bud, makes his wings shudder when you reach to grab another fistful of his hair.

he’s pretty sure the pressed, perfect fabric of his slacks is almost completely soaked through with precum at this point - but you were truly a temptation he could not resist.

sunday gasps when you pull at his roots hard, but it makes his cock twitch despite his better judgement. so he lets his tongue loll out to flatten against your folds in return as the pads of his fingers graze the swollen spot inside of you. you rock your hips back and forth against his mouth while panting his name, like it’s a mantra, a prayer —spurred on by his quiet, breathy moans. “p-please, please!”

he feels himself smile against your folds as he gives into you, he was merciful afterall - especially when you’re so nobly begging for him despite the way he’s the one on his knees, worshipping you. “yes, that’s it. say my name, let me hear you plea for me, my love. maybe then i will grant you what you truly desire.”

⭒ BOOTHILL

boothill was an eager eater although he did enjoy teasing you in his own way - making good use of his sharp teeth by grazing them along your puffy clit or putting his stamina as a cyborg to good use. it was almost impossible to tear him away from your folds once he began taking his fill of you, he’ll leave you trembling and spent - only then will he feel satisfied (maybe).

your thighs are pinned to the bed beneath the cool press of the ranger’s metal forearms as he shoves his face between your legs - lapping messily at your clit as he chuckles lowly at the sweet reactions he’s pulling from you. he was always so smug at how good he could make you feel, he got off on it - on the arch of your back and the way your lips would part to pant, to beg and moan.

but no matter how much you struggle or move, boothill manages to easily keep you pinned beneath him and your hips tremble when you feel his sharp teeth deliberately graze along your clit a second later. it makes you jolt, thighs squeezing beneath the press of his forearms and you hear him chuckles lowly against his next mouthful of your pussy as he looks up at you with a raised brow. “you sure are sweet, huh?”

you cry out for him and oh is it like music to his ears as your eyes prick with pleasured tears. but still, he keeps you beneath his body, overheating skin cooling beneath the press of the metal and it only makes you feel even better as he groans against you; ragged and hungry as the sweet vibration of his voice makes you shake. “you sure seem to be enjoying this, darlin’. you’re real pretty from down here.”

boothill’s praise feels like it drips through you, rolling down your spine as he presses his tongue between your folds and he moans shamelessly when he feels your walls squeeze around him, like you’re pulling him right in. another breath and he pulls away with a loud pop before he’s smirking up at you, flashing you a handsome grin before he’s diving back in to suddenly nibble at your clit softly.

the pleasure catches you off guard but you can’t help how loudly it makes you respond, thighs quaking beneath his forearms as you desperately try to hump your pussy against him for more. it feels like it sparks something hot inside of your nerves as he whistles teasingly up at you. “oh, you liked that, didn’t ya?” he hums, sultry and low - you have to bite on your lower lip at the effect the tone has on you.

boothill’s nose knocks against your clit a moment later, like he’s soothing it from the sharp edges of his teeth, followed by him lewdly smacking and slurping at the bud like he’s kissing it better. he was truly intoxicating, the way he could work the human body despite the now metal of his own - he still remembers every nerve, every spot - the plush feel of your skin beneath him and the warmth of your cunt against his mouth.

he felt like he was on cloud nine and it only makes him feel even better when he feels you begin to tense - you’re close and he can tell. he can taste the way your slick is growing in volume against every lap of his tongue, flattening it against you before he’s choosing to throw you over the edge with another graze of his teeth along your clit. it’s almost immediate the way he feels your thighs begin to wrestle against him as you desperately try to close your legs at the pleasure - he’d never let you run from it though.

“hah- gotcha. dirty girl.”

⭒ BLADE

blade was ruthless whenever he went down on you, leaving you spent and panting. the way he handled you was driven with such hunger, all sharp edges and rough lines that are to be expected from the stellaron hunter. not that you minded, especially not when you’re trembling from the pleasure; beneath the push and pull of his large palms as he pulls you even deeper into his warm mouth, rocking you along his tongue.

but one thing about your lover - was he never left you unsatisfied, which is why now, you’re resting against the damp sheets of your bed as he presses himself between your thighs. his want for you is obvious in the way he’s drinking you up, groaning with every swipe of his tongue against your puffy clit - he’s basking in the way your thighs squeeze his cheeks with every press. you’re squirming, thighs threatening to close around his cheeks but he’s so much stronger than you, keeping you spread open lewdly for his tongue to drag and flick over your sensitive bud, sucking it between his teeth as he pins you to the mattress beneath you.

“hold still.” blade grunts as he pulls away from your slick cunt to glare up at you, you’re so close and the last thing you want to do is have him pull away because you won’t obey what he’s asking. so you try, with what little self control you can to stay still, but the pleasure he brings to you is so good - you can barely help yourself.

it doesn’t take long, he’s messy and fearless when it comes to eating pussy - his cheeks and the lower half of his chin are slick with your juices, but when he closes his lips around your clit to suck harshly he doesn’t care about anything else except the way it makes you stiffen beneath him as you suddenly cum.

you’re reduced to weak, breathless pants of his name - hands pulling fists of his hair as you cream along his tongue and blade feeds into you, groaning at the taste of your pleasure that he’s earned. he’s exploring your pussy with his tongue before it’s swirling around your clit with the purpose of prolonging your blissful state, watching you with heavy eyes as he feels himself twitch at the expression on your face.

but he doesn’t stop there, even when you’re almost melting beneath him - trying to push yourself up the mattress and away from your lovers eager mouth as pushes his tongue past your folds to dip into your clenching hole. “i.. i came already.” you gasp and your thighs shake beneath you when his mouth trails along your puffy, sensitive pussy.

but blade makes light work of wrapping his arms around your thighs to pull you back down the mattress towards him, sending you a sharp look like you’ve just threatened to take a carnivore’s meal from him. you feel his teeth trail their way up the inside of your thigh against before his next groan fans over your messy cunt.

“and? i’ve yet to take my fill.”

⭒ AVENTURINE

aventurine took such amusement in teasing you whenever he’d go down on you - despite the reality that it affected him so immensely he’s surprised he hasn’t cum in his pants a few too many times to count. but still, he can’t deny the sweet pay off that came from pulling orgasms out of you, that sweet look you would always give him, the way your hands would tug at his hair or your thighs would twitch beneath his movements. you were oh so addictive, it’s a habit that he doesn’t ever want to kick.

“what? is that all you can take?” you feel your thighs tremble as the pretty colours of your boyfriends eyes narrow up at you from between your legs. the soft colour of his hair falls over his gaze slightly, but his stare still has you keening when you feel the pad of his thumb roll your swollen, puffy clit languidly. “my, my.. a pity, i do enjoy seeing that expression of yours.”

aventurine breathes deliberately across the slick petals of your cunt, petting his fingers through you as he uses the pad of his finger to draw sticky shapes between your folds. it’s deliberately slow, accompanied by ever so slight kitten licks between his movements. the featherlight touches only make you arch into him for more despite the way you’re already babbling and spent.

“if you ask me, i think you’re holding back- youve not given me you’re all yet, have you?” he purrs his words against you as he leans in, letting the low drawl of his voice vibrate through you as your thighs shake and he chuckles at the wet, lidded look you give him.

aventurine hums, basking in the way he’s locked your gaze with his - taking his opportunity to make this a little more of a game for you both as his mind begins to turn, accompanied by the way his cock throbs all the same. “how about this.. if you can give me another one, then i’ll give you a break, how about it, hm?” he smirks, followed by another sweet, convincing kiss pressed against your puffy clit. “a pretty fair deal, don’t you think?”

you don’t answer him straight away, you can’t when he’s still rubbing at you so intoxicatingly - bathing you in attention and small flicks of his tongue between breathes. a break sounds good, but you don’t want him to pull away either, even though the pleasure is so good it almost burns.

aventurine’s voice calls to you, pulling you back out from your dazed state to back in the present - to his question as he sends you another narrowed look. “oh, come on- don’t keep me waiting. times ticking, will you take the gamble? the choice is yours.” you’re pretty sure this is how the sailors felt when a sirren was calling them out to sea.

your lips part and he deliberately rewards you with a slow kiss against your folds, twisting into you as he lavs and rolls his tongue over your clit slowly while your head presses back against the cushions. but still, you manage to answer, albeit your reply is strangled and tight. “o-okay.”

you feel the way aventurine smiles against your folds with your reply, it’s exactly what he knew you were going to say afterall - you could hardly refuse such perfect terms and then he gets to see even more of you like this. “hah- now that was easy, wasn’t it? and just as i expected.” another kiss against your folds and he’s deliberately being a little hungrier this time, breathing heavy as his fingers move to spread your lewdly, opening more space for him to dive into as he chuckles lowly.

his eyes are still on you when you give him a slow, lidded blink and he smirks before smearing more spit along your spread cunt.

“but remember i don’t do deals where i’m on my losing end, so make sure you don’t let me down, hm?”

#i forgot to put my rb on queue :((#but anyways THIS IS SO YUMMY 😋😋 blade's part got me curling my toes no joke #he's sloppy n messy with it i can confirm #recs｡

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elatedfool · 14 hours

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Even after “Death” the Family will protect Penacony

#pretty｡

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elatedfool · 15 hours

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Mist and rays of light on the Enbara River // 癒しの自然風景 ♡

#gardening｡#pretty｡

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elatedfool · 16 hours

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mmm sunday commissioning someone to make a music box as a gift for you BUT the dancing couple looks waaay too much like you and himself

#thought of this #he'd commission artists to paint you too #hung it on his office and bedroom and everywhere in the mansion #chatter｡

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elatedfool · 17 hours

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hey did anyone else notice they gave his metal tits jiggle physics

#my god...#reblogs｡

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elatedfool · 17 hours

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dan heng voice GET OUT OF HERE BLONDIE‼️

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elatedfool · 17 hours

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hi kai precious!!

kai… listen. grabs ur shoulders.

kaveh as a certified girldad w his three daughters AND ALHAITHAM AS A CERTIFIED GIRLDAD W HIS OWN DAUGHTER.

mhmm MHM >_< i can see the vision!!! alhaitham who just sits there silently as his little girl braids his hair (and complains about how his hair is too short :() then there's kaveh beaming with happiness as he gives detailed instructions for his daughters as they do their best to style his hair with bright hairclips and flowers 🥺🥺🥺 (also imagine them arguing with all that accessories on... with u taking care of the kids, unable to stifle your giggle) 🤭

#mailbox｡#ᡣ𐭩 maryse｡#it's so cute to think about aaah >_<#genshin x reader #alhaitham x reader #kaveh x reader

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elatedfool · 18 hours

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“imagine caring so much about fiction” imagine being so lame that you scoff at the timeless human practice of falling in love with art and stories

#reblogs｡

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elatedfool · 19 hours

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#my beloveds #pretty｡

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elatedfool · 20 hours

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Zdeněk Hajný

#pretty｡#gardening｡

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elatedfool · 22 hours

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HENGJING IN PENACONY???

#pretty｡#:((( MISS THEM SO BAD:((

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elatedfool · 22 hours

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Caption on post - 🇵🇸 After 200 days of genocide, here's what the reality is for Palestinians in Gaza on this day.

Post by @letstalkpalestine on Instagram

#free palestine #reblogs｡

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blessed

spoilers for aventurine's past & 2.1. nightmare. insecurity. gender neutral reader. angst/hurt with comfort. :3 super duper extra soft aventurine please handle with care. i hope i wrote this well (*´꒳`*) also i hope that the metaphors made sense..... i actually wrote a fic this time gasp

written as a part of personal memoires event by @thexianzhoujade. prompt used is viii. “it’s okay if you can’t catch your breath, you can take the oxygen straight out of my own chest.” | atlas: two.

"...welcome to this sad world, kakavasha..."

that same dream, playing on his head over and over again as if to remind him of something he won't ever forget—the day he was born, followed by the day he lost his mother, his sister, and ultimately himself.

his situation forced him to adapt and grow up earlier than the other kids his age. when he was supposed to be in the safety of his mother's loving embrace and snuggled up beneath a warm blanket, little aventurine had to escape from the katicans hot on his heels, carrying the last wishes of his mama and big sis—which was for him to stay alive, for he is the child blessed by gaiathra herself. but is he really blessed, if he's stripped away from all that is dear to him?

the screams and cries of his people still haunt him in this dream, before they're slowly drowned out by the sound of raindrops hitting the dry and barren ground of his home planet as he ran, ran, and kept running—obeying his sister's wishes before she sacrificed herself, all to protect the her dearest brother, a selfless act even he doesn't understand why she would ever do that. guilt eats away at his heart whenever he recalls her last words, reminding him of his failure to protect the most important people in his life.

aventurine the stratagem, one of the ten stonehearts, the senior manager of IPC's strategic investment department—all these titles meant nothing to him, seeing as they serve to remind him of the shackles they placed around his wrists, how he can still feel the weight of the harsh and thick metal tightly wrapped around his neck as he works his little body to the bone. to him, the only title that truly shows his true self is the one on his neck—something to be owned, who's only worth so much as sixty tanbas, something his current self would have no problem with spending. heck, he can spend millions of credits at once and still have billions left in his account, but to his poor, teen self? it was his market value, showing just how worthless he is, and he still is—to himself, at least.

"...ugh..." forcing himself awake, he finds himself laying on the hotel's million-credits bed, his pajamas halfway unbuttoned, and the blanket forming a mound beside him—ah, it's you, curled up beneath the blanket you hogged from him.

for a moment, the sight soothed aventurine's heart and silenced the voices in his head. it truly astonished him that you had such an impact on his entire being, but it's not entirely mind-boggling either, for you were the one who picks up pieces of his shattered heart, put them back together with so much love and care, and place it back into his chest where it belongs—but not before worming yourself into it, settling down in the cold and empty space to paint it with your color. you brought the rotten heart back to life with the gentleness of your touch, slowly but surely convincing him that he deserves to be happy, to be loved.

he stares at you, smiling solemnly before he gets lost in his thoughts again—wondering if you were in your right mind when you confessed your love to him that day with a gaze that looks oh-so-dreamy, when your eyes seem to shine brighter than the stars in the sky everytime your gaze locks with his lightless one—that look you reserved for him and him alone—does he, someone so weak and imperfect, deserves it? don't you see how pathetic he actually is?

for so long, aventurine always thought that if he just keeps spoiling and showering you with money, you'll surely stick around, that maybe just like everyone else, you desire something for him too—that was what his anxiety and fear said to him in his head, ruining his confidence yet again, or perhaps he's never truly confident after all, always clutching his chips for dear life beneath the table while having the most cocky grin on his pretty face, fooling not only everyone, but also himself.

if only he knew that you would rip your heart clean apart to help his beats, that you would let him take the oxygen straight out of your own lungs if it helps him to breathe a little bit easier—giving it your everything to try and bring him back to life.

—like right now, gliding your fingertips across his cheek to wipe away the crystalline tears that escaped his eyes without his consent. when did you wake up? was he too deep into his head to notice that concerned look on your face? was he too busy loathing himself to realize that you have been trying to make him see just how wonderful he actually is?

"tell me, is something wrong?" your voice, as smooth as silk and as gentle as a mother's embrace, broke the silence of the room, snapping him back to reality—something he dreaded before. now? not so much, because it has you in it.

aventurine shakes his head, closing his eyes briefly to stop the tears from rolling down his face before his lips are pulled up to form a tight smile, "it's nothing serious, but why are you awake—"

"no, i don't want to talk about myself," you cut him off, sensing the emotions that are about to bursts out of him after being bottled up for so long, "it doesn't look like 'nothing serious', would you... like to talk about it? it's fine if you don't, too,"

please stop, if you keep being so sweet to him, he might just breaks down into thousands of pieces. but at the same time, he really wants to stay like this forever—no, he needs this, your pampering, your love, and you. he might sound greedy, but if you yourself are willing, then who is he to decline an angel's favor?

he doesn't reply, but you already know everything and there's no need for words—you simply pulled him close and rest his head on your shoulder, and that's it. that's the only thing you need to do for him to break the protective wall guarding all the emotions inside, which comes down in the form of salty tears that flows down his eyes, dampening your pajamas—not like you mind though.

"it's okay, you're a strong child, kakavasha—i'm proud of you, you know?"

proud... something he's never thought of feeling before, nor does he expect someone to be proud of him. his grip on your back tightens, shifting his body closer to yours like a baby that seeks his mother's warmth. the facade of the arrogant and haughty gambler breaking down completely, revealing the little boy who only desires affection and love within.

to him, your touch feels like the warm light of the stars, doing your best to lit up the dark sky to accompany the lone moon and envelop him in your warm light, letting him know that he's not alone.

"you... you meant that?" aventurine lifts his head up, eyes glistening with the remnant of tears and pain, his voice was brittle, as if he was on the verge of breaking down (again).

the sight causes your eyes to softens and a mirthful chuckle escapes your chest, "what kind of question is that?"

you bring your hands up to cup his cheeks, thumbs grazing his skin to remove the traces of misery from his face. beautiful, absolutely and utterly mesmerizing—those were the words that formed themselves inside your brain as your eyes ran down his features. how does one have the ability to hurt this sweet boy? if only you knew him back then, you would've iced the bruises on his back and tucked him away somewhere safe—you would've protected the light in his eyes, made sure that it won't fade away.

"i love you,"

his frown falters, his lips curling up in genuine joy, "do you?"

"have i ever lied to you?" you raised an eyebrow, now petulantly pouting at his constant doubting—a playful act to lighten the mood.

aventurine chuckles at your adorable expression as he loosen his hold on you, leaning down to press his forehead against yours, "no, no, it just... amazes me how easy it is for you to give your heart away to me," yet another subtle hint of insecurity from him—the feeling of undeserving of your affection.

"you're easy to love," you reply rather quickly, with a small shrug as if this was no big deal for you—and it wasn't, and will never be one.

his smile widen as he tilts his head, not saying another word and instead, opting to express his gratitude with a slow and tender kiss, his hands resting on your cheeks, holding you as if you're a fragile porcelain that might break if he were to tighten his grip—and he's not taking any risk. he can't lose you too—not after you poured love into every cracks you found in his soul, marking him as yours—every bone in his body, every drop of blood, every nerve and sinew in his mind, are yours, and only yours.

the kiss lasted for more than a few seconds until you ran out of breath and pulled away from him, a single thread of saliva connecting your bottom lips together. aventurine wishes he could kiss you forever though, for your lips taste as sweet as the honeyed dews that drip from the budding lotus-flower—the taste his lips are not forgetting anytime soon (or ever, for that matter).

the room is quiet for a long moment, the only audible sound being his and your labored breaths mixed together. he flashes a gleeful smile at you, "thank you. for everything,"

you nod, once again closing the distance between you two in order to peppers his pretty face with kisses as a reply, and oh how heavenly it feels—reminding him of the taste of rain in his homeland, reminding him just how blessed he truly is.

#afternoon tea｡

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