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genshin-side-piece · 1 month

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Hazy Shade of Winter (Part 1)

Warnings: Yandere Content, Implied Kidnapping, Implied Captivity, Implied Stalking, Implied drug use, Mentions of alcohol, ]Non-Consensual Touching, my bad writing, anything else I missed, 18+, Minors DNI

A/N: Slightly (?) OOC Wriothesley. I think. I'm honestly not sure. But fair warning just to be safe.

You awoke to a loud clang. The sharp noise reverberated through your drowsy skull, pulling you from the heavy slumber that had kept you under until this time. Cloudy thoughts were covered by a heavy layer of fog, making it difficult for you to focus. You couldn’t place the source of the sound. Metal had connected with metal, making it distinctly foreign to you. In all the years that you had lived in the Court of Fontaine, you had never heard anything make such a racket. It was doubtful such a disturbance would be tolerated by the general population, let alone your neighbors. The harsh, cutting quality was enough to wake the dead, yet there were no screams that followed it. Just an echo that quickly faded and the sound of air being pushed through pipes.

Air being pushed through pipes?

The mental fog lifting enough for you to flinch at the bitterness that rested on your tongue. Heavy and salty and altogether awful. Your stomach involuntarily wretched at the taste. You tried to use what little saliva you could muster in the hope that you could wash it away, but that too was in vain. The taste just lingered without any hope of it going away. “Here” The injection of the rich male voice into your world briefly snapped you of your stupor. Out of everything, whether it be the metal or the pipes or the lumpy mattress that was not yours, the most out of place was that voice. You lived alone. When you had returned home last night, at least the small bit that you could remember, you had sworn you had been alone. The two at the bar, who had turned a relaxing cocktail for one into a pub crawl, were nowhere to be seen. You had been wandering the streets of the court alone. Slipping and stumbling the entire way, but at last check, you had been on your own. So where had the man beside you come from?

You blinked up at him, ignoring the glass of water he was offering you. Your hazy mind was too preoccupied with trying to place him. You knew him, no, you’d seen him before. Recently. Had he come into your place of work? No. Perhaps it had been in a shop or on the street? Narrowing your eyes at him, you thought it might be, but it still didn’t explain why he was here. Looking past him, it didn’t explain why you were clearly not at home. The patchwork metal walls and dim lights were a far cry from the plaster embellishments and glass lamps of the court. Though, they seemed to match, if not enhance the scarred facade of the man beside you. “My apologies for the rough awakening.” He shifted, the chains of his attire moving with him. The clanking sound that filled the room as he set the glass of water to one side grated on you. It pierced through the air, causing the throbbing in your head to get worse. “That stuff in your system packs quite the punch.” What? You turned away from him trying to make sense of that statement. What stuff? You couldn’t make heads nor tails of what he meant by the word stuff. “I told them to take it easy on you, especially since they were already plying you with alcohol, but it seems they didn’t heed my warning. You’ve been out for close to an entire day.” Your entire body involuntarily lurched at that news. What? An entire day? How could that be? You’d gone home hadn’t you? His vague references didn’t mean anything, because they hadn’t happened. That was the only logical explanation you could muster. “I was actually getting slightly worried. The head nurse was under the impression something else might be amiss. I’m sure she’ll be thrilled to know you’re okay. Though, I suppose she’ll still recommend some restorative treatments.” He made a face, one that echoed both dread and disgust. “I’ll do my best to spare you, but you may have to humor her some. Just for the sake of your relationship with her. I’d hate for you to get on her bad side at the start. It doesn’t make for a comfortable living arrangement if we don’t get along.” You blinked. The casualness of that statement seemed out of sorts given your present situation. How could he speak of relationships or living arrangements when you had no clue as to where you were and who he was? This wasn’t your home. You didn’t live here. Unless-

Your eyes darted around the room again. A foreign place. A bed, a place to refresh yourself, a strange arrangement with an even stranger man. The effects of the stuff you had been given cleared just long enough to allow you to realize the gravity of your situation.

The reaction that followed your epiphany was almost an involuntary one. Your entire body disregarded your drug induced hangover long enough to make the sorry attempt at fleeing. You tried to leave the bed, but the man who later introduced himself as Wriothesley was quick to stop you. His thick heavy arms had come around you before you had even fully sat up, effectively keeping you right where he wanted you. There was a struggle. Despite your queasiness and your pounding headache, you fought him. You twisted and turned in his grasp, desperate to get out of it, desperate to get away. He only tightened his hold on you, cooing reassuring words at you like one would to calm a frightened animal. The notion that everything would be alright. That you just needed time to adjust to your new surroundings. That he would take care of you from now on caused you to retch. How could he say such a thing, when you’d had no choice in the matter? Your life up until this point had been average, bordering on boring, but otherwise fine. Who was he to say that it needed changing?

At some point, after what felt like hours, he let you go. Wriothesley put some much needed space between you, allowing you to absorb the facts he chose to tell you about your situation without the burden of him being wrapped around you. His weight, coupled with the explanation that he had oh so nicely prepared for you would have been a cumbersome thing. It was as you had fear. You had been abducted, but by whom was far worse than you ever could have imagined. It would have been enough if he had been some lord or even a high ranking member of one of the crime families. You would have a level of recourse then. If you managed to get free, you could charge him. You could have him sent away. In the end, there would be justice. With Wriothesley, that wasn’t possible. Though he carried the title of Duke, he was for all intents and purposes King of your new home. Immune from both the laws of the court and the justice you found yourself beginning to crave. It was a cruel twist on what was proving to be a brutish situation. You could only sit there in silence after he finished, smoldering as your fate washed over you.

“You’re taking this quite well.” You blinked, trying to quell the rage that had been building since you had first woken up. The fact that he sounded legitimately surprised did nothing to help your mood or the growing urge to claw his face to shreds. How did he expect you to take it? Did he think you would make a scene? Had he gotten out of bed thinking he would hear screaming and wailing coming from the general vicinity of your door? You rolled your eyes in response to his praise, choosing to turn them away from him. The wall next to you seemed infinitely more interesting than the man who was blocking your only exit. “Come on.” He shifted ever so slightly, the chains on his outfit moving with him, rattling as they settled back into place. “I had to.” He had to. You let out a silent huff at the lame excuse. He was the Duke of Meropide. The only thing he had to do was maintain order in the fortress. Last you checked, having someone spike your drink with a heavy sedative and stripping you of everything you owned was not a part of his duties. Yet here you were, in a strange bed, locked in a strange room, with only a cotton shift to your name. You could only guess that the slim comfort of the bed and modesty of the shift ought to be viewed as a gift, considering he could have left you nothing at all. That fact did little to assuage the fire that was currently shooting through your veins. The sheer audacity of the entire situation was enough to make you want to claw his eyes out. The actual act though would involve you having to acknowledge his existence. An action you weren’t keen on following through with.

He moved again, this time the hard rubber soles of his boots scraped against the metal floor. They stopped after a few seconds, only to be followed by a creak of metal that came from the general direction of the footboard. From the corner of your eye, you could see Wriothesley leaning against it. He obviously wanted a closer look at his hard won prize or maybe he just wanted to test the proverbial waters. You weren’t entirely sure and you weren’t in the mood to find out. Instead you held your focus on the wall, beginning to mentally count the bolts as a means of drowning him out. 1..2.. The bed groaned as he shifted his weight again. 13..14..There was another rattle of chains followed by a soft thunk against the floor. That had to be his jacket. God he wasn’t getting undressed was he? Surely Wriothesley wasn’t callous enough to abduct you and force himself on you within the same day, was he? The memory of him holding you down came back. A cold shiver shot down your spine at the very idea of it, of him using his weight to do more than just restrain you. 27..28.. The bed groaned for a third time, followed by more footsteps. These drawing ever louder, ever closer. Your heart began to slam against your ribcage as he stalked you, closing the short distance between you. The cold that had made it’s way down your spine began to ebb through you with every step he took. The louder they got, the sharper the chill that raced over your skin. You swallowed hard, trying to calm the shivers that were flowing across you like waves. You could hear him now, goosebumps raising all over your skin when the jingling of his handcuffs was so near to your ear. 41.. The footsteps stopped. Above you, he hummed, the rough flesh of his hand slowly wrapping itself around your chin. On instinct, you broke contact with the wall, trying to get away from him, but his nails scraping against your chin stopped you. You whimpered as his jagged nails bit into your flesh forcing your attention firmly back to him. It took almost no strength on his part to force your head in the direction he wanted, yet he still used slightly more than was necessary, just to get his point across. His fortress, his captive, his everything. You held no power here. Not now, not ever.

“For future use and reference.” You swallowed again as you were forced to stare up into those piercing eyes of his. “I don’t care for being ignored. Especially when I’m addressing someone.” Wriothesley tilted his head, a soft smile permeating his lips as he brushed his thumb over your chin. “But I’ll make an exception here.” His tone, which had been annoyingly cocky up until this point, faded into something slightly gentler. Something you could almost mistake for understanding, possibly even empathy for your current situation. A deceptive tactic on his part. Something to play into the fear that was still racing through your entire body and ease you into forgetting that your entire reason for being here was standing before you. Had you just only woken up or maybe if you had still been under the influence of the sedative, it might have worked. You might have bought it. But your benevolent captor had waited a hair too long. He had given you enough time to get your wits about you and because of that, you could catch him in the lie before it was too late. “You have every right to be angry, especially today. I can’t take that away from you.” His hot breath fanned across your face, causing you to momentarily flinch. The sensation was in direct contrast to his eyes, which matched the chill that was coming up through his fingers. The cold that radiated from his skin hurt to the point that it burned. You squirmed in his grasp, trying to get away from those unrelenting fingers of his, but it was no use. He had a firm, to the point of punishing grip on you. One he had no intention of loosening any time soon. “I’ll be generous and give you today.” He paused, thinking it through. “Actually, I’ll give you until after my morning meeting. I can’t accuse you of breaking my rules if you aren’t aware of them and unfortunately, I can’t explain them or my expectations to you right now. So consider this a pass, free of charge.” You wanted to spit on his definition of generosity. He would get the rest of your days to ruin what little life he allowed you to have, yet you were expected to process everything that had happened and would happen to you in an hour? The inequity of it was ridiculous. “Oh don’t look at me like that.” He offered you a cocky smile, the confident tone returning. “If you’re good, I’ll bring you something nice to eat later.” You had to wonder what he meant by good. Aside from the bed, the only other items in the room were a sink, a toilet, and what looked to be a crude form of a shower. Short of soaking your bedding or possibly the mattress, you weren’t entirely sure what kind of trouble you could cause. He had purposefully limited your options to doing more harm to yourself than him. If he was as clever as he had shown himself to be, Wriothesley wouldn’t give you much chance to hurt him directly.

With time things might change. He seemed like he had the ability to soften. Much of the sarcastic act you were seeing was exactly that, an act. If you played your cards right, might he give you an opening to hurt him, but it wasn’t like it would be worth it. The investment for the opportunity would take months and that’s if he ever opened himself up for the shot. If he did, and you were able to take it, the wound wouldn’t be a deep one. It would be superficial at best. A minor inconvenience for him. The hell he could bring after it was enough to end those thoughts before they went any further. The punishment that would follow for the impertinence of trying would be far worse than anything you could even attempt to do. For now, it was easier to acquiesce to some of his demands, at least until you could see how much rein his rules and expectations would give you. “I wish I could stay.” He let out a whimsical sigh. “How nice it would be for us to get better acquainted over the course of the morning, but-” He sighed heavily. “Duty calls.” He pressed your face a little harder, adjusting his grip so he could bunch your cheeks. The discomfort, along with the gentle rocking of his hand pulled what you knew would be many squeals out of you. He only laughed, bending down slightly so he could coo at you. “You’re so ungodly precious.” Wriothesley sighed again, lovingly regarding you for a moment. The notes of affection and pride that were evident on his face made you want to slap them right off of it. “Aw look at that glare. Still angry huh?” A very undignified puff of air through your nose was your only response. One that was matched by a shit-eating grin from him. “You’re cute when you’re angry. Though, you’ll have time to sort through it while I’m gone.” He paused for a beat. “Why don’t you start us off on the right foot and give me one of your charming smiles before I go. I know you’re angry, but it’ll help me get through the monotony of the next few hours.” He let out another chuckle, one of his fingers loosening slightly so he could run it across the base of your cheek. “Now that you’re with me, I may need it all the time.”

You could do nothing but stare at him as you felt your blood pressure spike even higher. Was he serious? Did he really expect you to smile at him after all he had put you through? It was hard to believe. Clever he may be, but in touch with reality, he certainly was not. Thanks to his actions, you doubted if you would ever smile again. “Come on sweetheart.” He tightened his grip on your chin again, giving it a little shake. You flinched, but that was all. The last thing you wanted was to give him the satisfaction of pulling another sound out of you. “Don’t make this harder than it needs to be.” Something dangerous flashed in his eyes, his once confident tone dropping an octave as you refused to follow another one of his orders. For a brief moment, you saw the man who had actually had you kidnapped. His amiability was little more than a tool. It was conditional on whether he got what he wanted. If it failed, that tool would be swapped in for something altogether different. That would happen with every infraction. When one tool failed him, he would simply try another. He would keep doing so until he found what worked best. Whether that was pain or pleasantries, you could tell it didn’t really matter to him. Just so long as he got his way. “It’s just a smile.” His tone had captured the chill that you had become numb too. You nearly shivered from it, but you were able to stop yourself in time. His request was a simple one. An easy one. It required a minimal effort on your part, but it would ultimately be a gain for him. Right now, all he wanted was a smile. A small, yet significant sign that you were willing to obey him. That his deception tactics and attempts to get you to trust him had worked. If you followed through on it, then that gave him license to ask for more. The more you gave him, the less you could refuse later on. Your willing obedience would bring an expectation of behavior with it. One he would never let you forget.

Smile, speak, sit, stand. They were all commands that you imagined he would eventually expect you to learn and perform at his whim and pleasure. He had already made it abundantly clear that you had very little choice in the matter. Yet you refused the command all the same. If he could test the waters, so could you. Your eyes just fixed on his, glaring up at him in utter defiance of his order, daring him to try and frighten you further. “Hm.” He tapped a finger against your jaw, causing you to blink. “Seems like I’ve got some work to do with you. A shame really.” He tilted his head in the other direction, heavily exhaling through his nose. “But maybe some time alone will change that.” Wriothesley broke eye contact first, looking around the room for a moment before those eyes of his found yours again. “I did say you could be upset at me, so by all means, be upset.” He gave your face one final squeeze before his hand fell away and you were finally able to put some much needed distance between you and him. An action that didn’t go unnoticed by him. His displeasure as you shuffled away from him was evident. “When I return though -” He planted a hand on his hip. “I expect that to be the end of it.” He paused looking away for a second. “Or at the very least.” He looked at you again. “We have a polite conversation about the future.” You wanted to ask what future? Did he expect you to politely discuss the future he had stolen from you? The one where you were happy and oblivious to the monster that lurked just below the waves. The same one who had seen fit to breach the safety of the shore, just so he could pull you under.

Or perhaps he meant the other future. The one where you were forever sealed beneath the unforgiving sea. Bound to a man you found neither desirable nor worthy. Forced to smile and obey and be little more than a pet until death saw fit to take either him or you. A horrific, abysmal future that not even the gods themselves would save you from. How could you expect them too, when he had taken you beyond where any of them could ever hope to hear? That was the hard reality of life within the walls of the Fortress of Meropide. A place to abandon the lost, the forgotten, and the unwanted. It was the dumping ground of the world above. A den so rife with vice and sin that not even the gods themselves could ever hope to sort it out. According to many it had improved since the new administrator had taken over. He had ended the corruption and the chaos that had plagued what many had termed the tin hell. Yet miraculously, even with Wriothesley’s efforts it was still a place where the gods found it all too easy to turn a deaf ear to the screams and the cries of the repetent as they echoed up from beneath the waves. Here there were no gods. No heros. No saints. Here there was only hell. Only the sinners. Only Wriothesley to save you from it all. In the span of a night, under the witness of heavens above, he had become your god.

All you could do was stare back and question how benevolent your new god would actually be.

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byizoyas · 11 months

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🎫 ❛ yours, truly ❜ xiao x f!reader social media au

⁂ . . .GENRE !! modern/band au. exes to lovers.

⁂ . . .STARRING !! fem reader, xiao, kazuha, scaramouche, venti, heizou, lumine, yelan, dehya.

⁂ . . .NOTES !! cursing. time stamps don’t matter. this is my 5th smau cuz idk how to keep my ideas to myself so.. don’t be surprise if the updates aren’t regular. :) band au!! not idol! will contain written parts. angst. might get suggestive at times but everyone can read it. taglist is always open. just send an ask or comment this post if you’re interested !

*starting on june 21st. updates once or twice a week

♮ college nears its end. you’ve made bonds with many people; lost some on the road but now summer is coming, along with the music day. to celebrate it, your friends gift you an album with a little particularity— indeed you find a special ticket including a meet and greet the artists. you would find yourself to be the luckiest person ever, if it wasn’t for the band to be your ex’s: xiao.

what happens when you see him again a year after your breakup ?

PROFILES 5wirl + private || hot girls club

01. happy music day ! 02. you and 33 others 03. a double date (or) a bait

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devieuls · 1 year

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You called my name...

Xiao x Fem Reader ¡smut!

Warning : Smut 18+ MDNI, many sweet parts, Xiao; Dom, taller, with canines, a little rude but loving. Unprotected sex.

Synopsis : After leaving to explore Inazuma and Sumeru, you return to Liyue after a year from what is your crush. You hoped to meet him and confess your feelings, hoping he would accept them without hating you for running away without saying goodbye.

Length : 4k+

Notes: In the story you will be literally in the shoes of Lumine, obviously the name and characteristics will be yours, but the story is that of Lumine. You are obviously accompanied by Paimon and I did everything to avoid spoilers to new players. P.S clothes are Lumine ones, so imagine yourself dressed like that.

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It had been a long time since you had seen the Wangshu Inn for the last time, about a year from what you had estimated, and you were happy to say the least to have returned to that wonderful place, especially during the dusk of the sky, which made the inn even more fairytale.

You couldn't lie, you were back in that place not only for the breathtaking view and the tranquility that characterized it, but also to see a dear and old "friend", hoping that he could forgive your long absence, after all you were a wanderer, a fatherland or home, therefore you followed the adventure, the discovery and the search of what was your twin brother. You hoped to find him watching the sunset, once again meet those amber eyes that had kidnapped you the first time you met him, his posture so princely and hear his voice calm as water but equally rude and hostile nuance.

You sighed heavily, evidently anxious to see him again, knowing that the adeptus was staying there in total solitude. A childish laugh made space between your thoughts and your gaze fell on your little fluctuating friend, as if to blame her, she knew how much you liked that eternal boy; after all, Paimon was the only one who could stand your long speeches about the green-haired guy, how much you missed him and how handsome he is, laughing when you called him "friend", as if friends had a sexual tension like yours. Everyone understood that, Xiao was completely taken by you and you by him, the only ones who didn't understand it were the two of you, blinded each other by love.

< Will you stay here? You know he’s there > Paimon said breaking the few seconds of silence, pulling you by the arm towards the rope lift.

You responded by pressing your feet to slow down your floating friend.

< Y/n! I have to call him? It will be more embarrassing for you. You’re too grown up to have these problems and trust me, he’s the last one who could ever hate you. Come on! > The white-haired girl had finally managed to get you into the elevator and as you climbed slowly, your anxiety rose as well.

You had already begun to shake and arrange your clothes and hair, your foot was impatiently tapping on the slightly damp wood due to a safe previous rain. You looked at Paimon for comfort as your fingers intertwined, your gaze wandered, hoping to have a little more time, time to think about what to say to him, to calm your heart and body, time to accept that you were finally here and that you would see him again.

A last deep breath before exiting the elevator and advancing towards the reception, where Verr Goldet did not waste time to greet you animatedly. You had always felt a certain affection for that woman, always available and kind to you, even when you showed up at her inn for the first time.

< Two... two rooms please, I have just returned from a long journey > You said with a tone evidently tired, after all you walked and traveled for days, Sumeru was not just around the corner but before leaving to go even further, You had to go back to Liyue, no matter what.

The woman nodded and gave you and your friend a key, reminding you of the room plan and restaurant times in case you wanted to dine or have any kind of meal, but your mind was far away from food. Paimon snorted and started floating through the air, dragging you upstairs to the rooms. Fortunately you had separate rooms, a bit because you needed space to rest and a bit at the request of Paimon who was already expecting who knows what between you and Xiao.

< So you’ll call him? > She asked once you two arrived in front of the rooms that were parallel to each other < You didn’t say his name anymore. Will you call him? > She concluded with curious tone.

< I-I don’t know... he said to call him only in case of need, it would be selfish to call him for nothing. He has duties, he cannot waste time on my whim > you answered by leaning your head on your door, they sigh again.

< He wants to be called by you. Do it or you will regret it > She concluded before entering her room, leaving you in the corridor to reflect.

< Should I call him? Or not... he wasn’t around, maybe he’s on patrol... what should I do? what... > You said between you and you entering the room, and then take off some of your clothes, remaining only with the white negligee and throwing on the desk next to you the whole thing.

The dilemma that had arisen in your mind had almost driven you crazy, you were simply confused and indecisive, which made you depressed to say the least. You leaned against the balcony railing as you watched the sky turn orange and red, giving you the artistic reflection on the water that was right there.

< Oh... Xiao if only it were simpler > You said almost carelessly, and then blush when you realized you had said his name, bringing your hands to cover your mouth. Even the archons did not know how much you desired his presence but by calling his name you had made an involuntary decision, he would be there and you could not stop him, in the end you had called him.

You returned to the room completely red in your face, attaching yourself to the nearby wall, breathing not regularly. You felt a presence on the balcony and you knew it was him, it HAD to be him. How to forget his almond scent? He was standing a few feet from you while you were hiding like the worst thief.

You inflated your lungs and you came out of that hiding place that had nothing hidden, meeting his gaze right away. Butterflies, nay, no, mad elephants danced in your stomach while in your mind only fireworks, noisy and annoying. That look, archons if you had missed, the way he relaxed at your sight and scrutinized you with such devotion, as if you were the most precious thing he would ever see in his long life, perched on the railing with such nonchalance.

You felt a knot in your throat, as if you wanted to talk and couldn’t, you almost felt blessed for this, if it weren’t for the fact that it would be awkward to remain silent staring at you, so you swallowed the knot and took the floor.

< You... you came... I didn’t expect that you- > You started obviously nervous, playing with your fingers nervously but not breaking the eye contact that there was between you.

< You called... I couldn’t help coming > he answered coming down the railing. The tone was melancholy but sincere. His gaze was swallowing you more and more every second, and as he approached you felt like he had grown tall.

< If you had.... Well, if you’re busy you don’t need to stay... I shouldn’t have- > You started blushing, not knowing what and how to say it. You stood still when the boy arrived in front of you, literally looking down on you, stating your hypothesis about his new height.

You don’t know exactly what happened to you when you hugged him without giving him the opportunity to respond to what you were saying, but you needed to feel him close, to feel his warmth, affection and that he didn’t hate you, in fact he still loved you despite your being gone. You knew physical contact wasn’t his thing, because he would have dropped his arms to anyone who even tried to touch him. You came off like you were burned, with a speed that confused him.

< I... sorry, I forgot that you are not the hugging type > you looked down embarrassed, then be taken from the wrist and pushed against his body, finding the warmth of the boy. Your heart went crazy in that moment, for any other person that was just a hug, but you knew it wasn’t, he had sought you. He wanted that physical contact, he wanted you, and it made you feel so good.

He said in an embarrassed tone as you sank into his chest, inhaling his perfume and clinging to his shirt.

You said sobbing against his chest. < I-I wanted to say goodbye, I swear... b-but I didn’t have the strength, I wouldn’t have left if I had looked you in the eyes once more. Forgive me, please, forgive me Xiao > you squeezed on his shirt, begging for his forgiveness, not knowing that there was no need to do it.

< You did well... I couldn’t bear to see you go away like everyone else, not you... > he said sighing as he held you to him, he needed to hear you, to see that he wasn’t dreaming and that you were really there to talk to him and to embrace him.

You raised your face, looking again for his eyes and finding them when he lowered his head to look at you. His heart, which he hadn’t felt for a long time now, was melting to the image of you in his arms, while your eyes are shiny and sobbing like a tender child. He lowered himself and collided your lips with a delicacy and sweetness that you did not expect. You had always dreamed of the first kiss with him, but you would have thought of everything but this situation, especially with the idea that he would start the kiss and not you.

Your mind was a mess trying to realize that it was kissing your crush, making you blush more and more, so much so that you felt a hellish heat on your face. You started a deeper kiss as he moved one hand over your face, holding you close to him with the other hand, feeling relief to see you so involved in the act.

Your hearts were pounding against your breasts, clearly feeling the nervousness of the adeptus and how his usually firm and decisive grip was uncertain and almost fearful. For a long time he did not feel these emotions, feeling nervous for someone, the heart beating at a thousand as after a marathon done at full speed, for the first time in a long time he finally felt human.

You left the kiss after a long time because of the absence of oxygen, gasping to recover enough to calm your breathlessness. Your stares chained, almost hypnotized by each other, completely drunk from your presence found after a long time.

Red on your face, you took Xiao by the hand and accompanied him to the bed, making him sit on the edge and standing over him, wrapping his arms around his neck and approaching for the second time to his lips, catching them again and focusing on how soft and sweet they were. The boy carried his arms around your waist, hugging you as he kissed you back, caressing your back occasionally covered with the light fabric of your robe.

One of your hands came down on its bare back because of the split, stroking some small and old scars, shivering at the contact with them, then following the arm and pulling off the sleeve that covered it. He was letting you do it, he was not opposing or detaching from you, you felt him relaxed under your body, accompanying your movements as you undressed him. The sleeve ended up on the floor and his gloves and the necklace around his neck followed it.

The green-haired boy made it easier for you to work by taking off his shoes, draperies and objects that he had at his waist, remaining only with his pants and shirt.

Your breath became increasingly absent, the kiss more intense, wet and eager. The boy pulled you closer to him, holding you by the wrist, and then detached from the kiss and changed your positions, leaving you below him. His golden gaze shone with something you’d never seen in his eyes, burning with lust, and all that was because of you.

He began to kiss your wrist, letting you lie under him, as he climbed with the wake of kisses and bites towards your shoulder and then on the collarbone. His face rose on your neck, inhaling your perfume and passing your tongue up to your ear, then blowing on it and leaving small bites and hickeys. You gasped at that feeling, squeezing your legs together as the umpteenth knot in your throat squeezed, taking away your chance to even talk.

The boy carried a hand under your robe, stroking your soft side and squeezing your grip suddenly, making you squeak with surprise.

< You don’t know how hard it was for me... > He growled against your neck, giving you shivers all over your body, you had never felt him so... rude, not towards you. You were almost afraid to ask, knowing exactly what the answer was. < Waiting for you every fucking day for a year. Don't see you... don’t feel you... > He continued with the same tone, making you turn your face and close your eyes. < look at me when I talk to you, y/n > His tone now hard and sharp like blades. He took your face with the hand that was on your side before, holding the grip so much that you groan from pain and open your eyes < Knowing you with others, asking for their help... never calling my name. >

You clenched your legs, not out of fear but because of the excitement that you are creating between them. You would never have imagined that Xiao in these conditions could do this to you, making you feel a virgin at her first touches. You couldn't deny that you had experiences in that year away from Xiao, especially during the trip, you had to vent your cravings that were often caused by the man with green hair that now towered over you, holding your face with so much force that it left its mark.

You sighed from excitement, hanging completely from his lips and gestures.

< It was so frustrating to accept your distance, to miss you. > He went on, locking your wrists to the sides of your head, letting go of your face and slamming you completely on the mattress. He approached your ear, breathing deeply and biting his lip. < Not even the archons know how much I want you... > yet another fool gasps from you after his words, making him sneer < But I will be sweet to you, I would never want to ruin my delicate flower. > He concluded and then join your wrists above you, locking them with one hand, pressing to hold on to you without crushing you, while the other hand ends up between your thighs, plucking them and scratching them slightly. A pornographic moan left your lips as he squeezed his hand on the newly left scratch, followed by panting and gasps for air.

It was the first time you found yourself so under someone’s thumb, but you didn’t care, you were enjoying this new, more dominant and authoritarian side of Xiao that doesn’t blush for your touch or your words. You didn’t know if this behavior was exclusive for that night or it was his glow up after 1 year without seeing you.

Your eyes flared and a scream of pleasure came out of your lips when one of his fingers had entered you so easily; your back arched forward as sweet breaths came out of your lips and that accompanied the slender finger of the boy above you. He was content to see you basking under his expert touch, knowing where to touch and how to touch you, as if he could know your body because he had had it before today.

His amber eyes shone in the shadows, like his pale, toned skin. The sunset lights painted small shadows on his body, making the emerald tattoo on his arm shine. You observed that, seeking comfort from the strong pleasure he was giving you, finding the boy’s bites on his neck.

Xiao’s finger was pumping faster and faster in and out of you, making you moan and grind your teeth in his now ruffled hair, occasionally squeezing the walls of your vagina, limiting the movements of his finger. The green-haired guy smiled at being squeezed by you like that, imagining what it would be like to try it directly on his dick, already feeling his junk numb inside his pants.

With your down toes, you lowered his pants just a little and approached him to you, letting him know what you wanted. He licked his lip, then smiled and showed you his fangs, knowing you always liked them

< Do you want me? Because I want you so much y/n... > he said letting go of the grip on your hand and taking his finger off you, getting a growl of disapproval from you. He stood enthroned above you but watched you with hunger, as if at any moment he could devour you and leave nothing of you.

You said by biting your lip, and then watching Xiao take off his shirt, leaving you open-mouthed for his body and his scars that made him strangely even sexier.

You swallowed observing how he also took off his pants and showed his nakedness with such confidence. He took you by the leg and drew you closer to him, putting himself in the middle of your thighs, then taking off your robe and admiring your naked body under him

< More beautiful than I could dream > He said to then bend over your belly and leave wet kisses and various bites that surely would turn into small bruises. You put your hands in his hair, followed him slowly and he went up to your lips. He said gently receiving your confirmation after having nodded, and then sliding inside you with a hoarse groan.

He clenched his fist against the bed, letting a hoarse growl leave his throat. Your walls had tightened his cock right away, he loved that feeling but it was fucking hard to hold back after such a start. You bit your lip as you heard the noises it made and as it was stiff inside you, letting yourself go to some chills. His body bent over you, leaning closer to your arm, placing a gentle kiss on your wrist, choking a growl against it.

< T-tell me when I can move, angel... > he said in a sweet but frustrated tone. You found his caring for you sweet, touching you as if you were something fragile and taking care of your limitations even at such a time. Like he said, he didn’t want to hurt you in any way.

You nodded shyly and looked at his face covered with some green strands, firm on your wrist and waiting for your permission to begin to satisfy both.

< N-now. You can start now... > You said sighing heavily. The boy moved over your neck and twisted your fingers, tightening your grip slightly before starting to move the pelvis slowly, immediately hitting sensitive points that made you bend your back.

You barred your eyes and let out a groan in the room already full of your hormones. You bit your lip until you broke it because you did not expect to feel so much from him, of course, you were sure that he was gifted, after all he was blessed by two archons. The toes went into the sheets and all you could do was groan and shake the hand of the adeptus. Xiao licked the trickle of blood falling from your lip, slightly sucking the metallic liquid from the split

< Angel, tell me if it’s too much, we can stop whenever you want > He said looking you in the eye, making you miss some beats and start stuttering incomprehensible words. His hips slowly took on a faster but more moderate rhythm, making you feel chills and a feeling of fullness.

< Don’t stop, I beg you. D-don’t do it > You said clinging to his arm with your free hand, leaving some scratches caused by the strong pleasure you were feeling.

The room grew warmer, the air thicker, your breaths labored and moans were the background on that evening just begun. Both drunk of the other, clashing your sexes until you both reach orgasm, not knowing that along with it there was also a red thread that thickened between you.

Once the orgasm was reached, the boy put a last sweet kiss on your swollen lips, during the act he found comfort both in them and on your neck, and then lie down to your side in silence. He didn’t know what to say, whether to stay or go, maybe ask if everything went well? But your legs still trembled because of the apex just reached, giving him confirmation at least of this.

He sighed heavily and blushed when you leaned on his chest covering both with the sheet, his heart back to a thousand and his thoughts a disaster. He remained silent while caressing your bare back and fluffy hair, waiting to see you finally asleep.

Unfortunately the adeptus didn't need sleep, it was just a waste of time for him and he knew that it would not be good to stay for the night. Archons, that feeling that was consolidated in him was not good. Love....

How could he fall in love with a mortal, you would suffer, you did not know all the demons he had and would ruin you, he couldn't do this to you.

Maybe your distance was right, one day you would come home with your brother, leaving him alone and in love. Besides, he didn’t know you’d left everything for him, even your brother when you found him.

He got up on his elbows and went to leave, convinced that you were already sleeping for a long time.

< Don’t leave...me... stay, please. > You whispered in the dark, holding his body for fear that he will leave. Xiao caressed your head with care, returning to the previous position, maybe... maybe for one night he could have allowed himself this.

The boy relaxed under you and you smiled happy, knowing that he could not see him, just hear it. You said sinking on his chest, clearly feeling his heartbeat accelerate. You stared out at him for this reaction, and you held on even more to him who was speechless. < I-I didn’t call you out of fear... I know you don’t love me and maybe you never will. It’s okay, you don’t have to return... You were the first thought when I woke up and the last when I closed my eyes. I looked up at the sky and I thought about all the nights we spent together, the days we spent on missions and... that New Year’s Eve, I know you were there, I saw you. You were so handsome looking at lanterns, you’re always so handsome. I know I’m just a stupid human traveler but you saved me many times and- > you couldn’t finish the monologue because of Xiao’s lips on yours, kissing them gently and leaving you breathless. He stroked your face and moved a strand of hair behind your ear, letting your jaw graze from his thumb.

< Don’t think that 'bout yourself... I dedicated every moon and star in the firmament to you, asking them to bring you back to me every night. I prayed to the sun to kiss your face every day for me. I whispered to the wind to bring you my thoughts and my name. I loved you more than even archons know, so don’t think that. You are not just a stupid human. Don’t you see how jealous I am of you? How much I care about you? It’s not because we’re friends. > He said once detached from the kiss, leaving you speechless because of his poetic depth.

You tightened the grip on him, happy to be reciprocated after a long time. He concluded, getting a kiss on the jaw from you. You could finally fall asleep in the arms of the boy you loved, letting yourself go.

< Always calls my name, I will be there until our last breath > Xiao closed his eyes and fell asleep with you, even if he did not need it, he wanted to rest with you, not having to hope to dream of you anymore. You were with him.

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ikemensweetheart · 2 years

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Calm

"Hey. Tighnari." You call put as you poke your head into his quarter. "Do you-" you cut yourself at the sight of him carefully working a comb through his own tail. "Sorry. I didn't realize that you were busy."

"No, no. It's fine." He assures you with a small smile. "I just got some burrs in my tail while out on patrol. You needed something, Traveler?"

"Yeah. I was wondering with you wanted to come with me to gather Nilotpala Lotuses." You explain. "Sure." Tighnari replied. "I just need to finish getting these burrs out of my fur first." He added as he returned his attention to his tail.

You watched him for a moment as his brow scrunched up and he tugged at one of the burrs for almost a minute. "This is proving to be an arduous task." He grumbled. You gave a small, sympathetic laugh. "Here. Maybe I can help." You said as you walked over to him. Pulling out the comb you kept in your bag. "Many hands make light work, afterall."

"That would be appreciated." Tighnari replied, moving over to make room for you on the bed. Together, you both carefully work to remove the remaining burrs.

There are a few moments for silence before a noise caught Tighnari's attention. His ears perked up, listening carefully.

The sound was coming from you. He cast a quick glance up your way. Your eyes were still focused on Tighnari's tail, but you were humming a soft, gentle tone. Tighnari assumed it must be some kind of lullaby.

He chose not to say anything as you seemed to be unaware of what you were doing... plus, it was a pleasant sound to his usually sensitive ears. He found himself content to nod along with the gentle sound. Lulled into a peaceful feeling as the chorus of birds outside harmonized with you.

You paused as Tighnari's hands stilled. You were about to ask if something was wrong when you felt a weight on your shoulder. You glanced up to see Tighnari's sleeping face close to your own. Looking more relaxed than you had ever seen him before.

You smiled gently at him. You carefully shift your position to be more comfortable for both of you and let Tighnari rest against you.

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Thanks for reading. I hope you all enjoyed!

Stay Safe

#genshin impact #genshin fiction #tighnari #genshin tighnari #tighnari x reader

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travelergarnett · 1 year

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Okay hear me out on this Self aware AU fic idea

I both play Honkai and Genshin and I have a head canon that the twins are the so called “project arc” by the Hyperion company that is sent out to look for a new world to live in since the Honkai eruption is making it hard for current earth to lived on. So da idea!!

Valkyrie!Reader x Genshin characters

Where reader is an S-Rank Valkyrie that is sent to retrieved the twins, which I will call “Subject Luminous” (Lumine) and “Subject Aetheral” (aether), since the reader play both games, Honkai first actually she was sent to Honkai world first before she was sent to tyvat, (yep using the Honkai and Genshin connection theory).

And when she arrived in tyvat she already felt that something is wrong, the Honkai energy is everywhere and she knows full well that the unknown god is a herrcher. The reader can be a herrcher too

Writers can use this idea and please credit/tag me if you do owo

Since I don’t have the time to write because of school QwQ

#self aware au #genshin impact #genshin fandom #genshin fiction #genshin impact sagau #genshin impact x y/n #honkai impact #sagau #self aware genshin

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whitevelvet-ly · 1 year

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masterpiece

PAIRING: childe x reader

HEADS UP: artist!gn!reader, romantic, fluff, implied friends to lovers? scenario

A/N: 🐵

SUMMARY: he always liked to learn more about you. what you like to eat, your favorite animals, what you like to do in your free time, and all that. the most surprising information he got from you was how you had drawing as a hobby as well. what surprised him even more, was the contents in one of your sketchbooks...

CHILDE / TARTAGLIA

childe was so, so very surprised to learn that you enjoyed drawing. he really wanted you to show some of them some time, in which you agreed. though, you asked him to give yourself a bit more time, and he agreed as well, giving you all the time you need.

when you finally gave him your permission to open one of your sketchbooks, he was delighted! he picks the one closest to him, since he knows all your drawings would be great anyway.

his eyes widened.

"wow, I didn't know you were this good at drawing..."

"what, so you thought I was bad?" you shoot back as a joke, but it ends up coming out in an offensive tone.

"hey— I didn't mean it like that!" he responds immediately, waving both of his hands in front of you.

you laugh, lowering his hands with your own. "I was kidding, ajax." he dramatically sighs in relief, and continues turning the pages.

"oh! this one is cute." he points at the illustration, and you can't help but smile.

"yeah, I came across a bunny one time on my way home. she's a mom, and she had really cute kids." you say. "I've been trying to gain their trust, and I think it's working!"

"really?" childe replies, leaning on his hands. you were staring at the sketchbook, so you didn't notice him staring at you instead of the sketch. in his opinion, he found the artist more beautiful than their creation. ...not to offend you.

"yeah, the mother doesn't scratch me anymore." you say, looking at childe and hoping to get a laugh out of him, in which you succeeded. you grinned, and look back at the paper.

"I seeee." he chuckles, and lifts his head off of his hand to turn to the next page. "okay, so the next one is..."

...

wait.

"ah, hey, wait, that's—"

oh, it's too late.

his expression turned blank. well... no, not really. his eyes were slightly widened, and his mouth was agape. I say blank simply because his face was completely unreadable.

it was him, asleep on his desk after hours and hours of paperwork.

your breath hitched slightly, slowly becoming more and more anxious by the second.

shhhoooot... he found out. how'd I not realize that was... that book? I'm doomed. you'd find it weird if someone had a drawing of you sleeping their sketchbook, ...right?? this is bad, this is bad, this is bad...

suddenly, he snorted out of nowhere.

...huh?

he burst out laughing, tears forming in the sides of his eyes.

you turn red, shoving him harshly.

"hey!" you yell, tears forming in your own eyes as well. "what?! why are you laughing??!!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! it's just—" he pauses to wipe the tears. "It's just that you looked so cute." he teases. classic childe. "hey, that's not fair!" you say, hitting his head (lightly). ajax shelters his head, continuing to laugh even harder. "my heart skipped a beat just then and there!"

he eventually tries to stop laughing to spare you at least a sliver of dignity, in which he half-succeeded, still letting out a few giggles here and there.

"okay! okay! haha, seriously, I'm sorry!" he yells in an attempt to stop you from hitting him. "I like it! you draw me well." he says in reassurance, gliding a finger over the paper. "the hair's accurate."

oh.

he likes it?

"you... like it?" you say, echoing your thoughts. you spare childe from your fists, retreating them. "yeah! I genuinely do." he answers swiftly.

likes

it??????

"huh???" he snorts again, but doesn't let out a laugh. "yep. do you want me to spell it for you? childe, c-h-i-l-d-e, likes, l-i-k-e-s, it—"

"okay that's enough." you finally had enough time to process it in your head, and cover your face in your hands. he smiles, though no longer in a teasing way. it's more... endearing.

"it's not... weird? like... at all?" you ask, peeping out of your hands. "hmm, maybe it's a little weird—"

"stop it!!"

"but not so much that I don't like it!!" he yells back, laughing again. "okay, now, for real this time. I like it. there's no denying." he finally answers. "in fact, I might even encourage you to continue doing this, if you will...?"

"what?" you lower your hands from your face, looking at him directly in the eyes. "ah, what I'm saying is..." he trails off, scratching the back of his neck. "maybe... I could be like a reference? ...you can draw me any time, if you'd like."

"..."

"you're stupid." you say, flicking his forehead. "ow?"

"yeah, I'll draw you, you dumb idiot." you lean closer and grin despite the apparent blush blooming on your face.

he sighs. "well, I guess it's settled!"

soon, you filled all of your sketchbooks in no time.

who knew such a man elicits so much inspiration?

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ittostine · 1 year

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A hot plate of omurice.

Itto x gn!reader! Hurt/Comfort + established relationship + drabble + wholesome + fluff

With a sizzle on a pan, you tossed and twisted your hands to create a godly omurice. Crisp, yellow and hot, you served it on a plate at the dining table, the smell wafting through the home you owned with your boyfriend, Arataki “The One and Oni” Itto.

The big guy was out for a “gang meeting” - despite him not seeming to have done anything productive every meeting - and you wanted to prepare a nice, hot meal for him before he came home. Usually, you have your own work things to do but you just felt like doing something nice for him today. Setting up the table with a sweetly scented butterscotch candle with sodas on the side, the house was candlelit-dinner ready and waiting for Itto to come home to you.

You couldn’t wait. Whenever he came home, it was like a ray of sunshine had burst through the door, spurting out the contents of his day to you as he squeezed you tightly. His big arms would envelop you like he was a friendly bear and it made you feel warmer than a blanket in the summer.

“I’m home.” A familiar voice deadpanned throughout the house as the door opened. Itto! You jumped in excitement to see your boyfriend, only to be met with a man who had his horns turned downwards, almost like those sad puppies with their ears. He pat you on the back (which he almost never does) and takes off to his room.

This confused you. No hug? No adventures today? Itto seemed a bit… dulled.

But alas, you tried to ignore it.

“So,” You tried to prompt him to start talking first. “What’d you do today? How’s the gang?”

“Nothing much. Everything went fine.” Itto shortly said, a juxtaposition from how he usually acted. By now he would have talked about how he found an onikabuto today and how he fought someone super powerful and threw them in the river but it was actually the shogunate and he was indirectly asking you to cover him from Kujou Sara. But no, everything went “fine”.

You didn’t want to force an answer out of him, so you just let him change out of his normal outfit and into something comfortable. “Okay, dinner’s on the table when you’re ready.” You said, caressing his arm comfortingly.

Dinner was even worse. You’d think Itto, the one and Oni, would have appetites larger than the seven seas and Teyvat itself, but he played with his food as he stared into space. And as ridiculous as it may sound, it concerned you. A lot. Even when you called out to him, he’d give a short, enthusiastic answer and go back to spacing out.

“Itto,” You reached out to him, holding onto his wrist so he would notice the contact. “You’ve been acting weird… You alright?”

“Babe, we don’t have to do this, you know.” Itto grumbled, not wanting to worry you too much. “I’m fine, I swear.”

As he stared into your face, scrunching up his eyebrows in thought of what to reply with, he tried to muster up an answer that was good enough for you. Times like these, he knew he couldn’t be stubborn and hold in his feelings anymore. He sighed and put down his utensils as he explained.

“It’s just sometimes,” Itto scratched his head as if he felt stupid saying this out loud. He didn’t want to seem weak, especially not in front of you, the love of his life. He was supposed to be your hero, your “one and oni”. Not some weak guy who gets affected by his emotions. “I feel like I’m not good enough. For you… For everyone, really. Especially the gang…”

You frowned as Itto let you carry his self doubt, you getting closer every word and slowly hugging him as he explained. “Now- usually, what other people think don’t affect me that much. But now that I’m with you, and I have the gang too… I have to be a good leader, ya know?”

“Itto, you are good enough,” You caressed his muscly shoulder in comfort as you spoke into his ear like a mother. “You’ll always be good enough.”

“That’s just what you say. But the rest? No one else thinks I’m capable of anything other than trouble. Earlier, Mamoru and I argued about the whole… gang thing. How we haven’t done anything interesting and that we sat around and played games the whole time. It wasn’t that serious.

“But then, later on, I overheard some people talking about me - crazy, right? I have Oni senses, of course I can hear you from a mile away. Anyway, they were talking about the gang and just how everyone wouldn’t be in a bad position or reputation if I didn’t go around priding myself on creating trouble.” Itto sighed, scratching his head. Now, he really felt stupid. He couldn’t face you. “Then, they brought up you. How you would be doing so much better without me if you had just gotten together with someone else. Like, bro Ayato, or Thoma. They had money, they had class, and they had a reputation. Me? What do I have? A single coin of Mora and a bunch of people who think I’m not capable of doing anything other than creating trouble.”

Itto groaned, his back completely turned to you. But you stood right behind him, hugging him from the back. Squeezing him warmly, you spoke softly.

“Itto…” You let your warmth transfer over to his skin, making sure he felt every ounce of comfort from you. “I love you. I love you so, so much.

“I wish I knew how to make you stop feeling like this. But you’re so loved. The gang loves you, I love you, Granny Oni loves you… You’re so loved and so needed.”

Even though Itto was still frowning, you smiled a little and tried to cheer him up by taking a spoon and putting it by his mouth. “Now eat. I know you’re hungry.”

“No, I’m not.”

A grumble left Itto’s stomach, loudly breaking the silence. Itto sheepishly looked at you ashamed and let out a frustrated “Fine”.

Reluctantly, Itto let you feed him as you sat by his side. As the hot omurice touched his tongue, his eyes instantly forgot his problems and was taken aback by how good the food was.

“Dude. Baaabe… You cooked this? For me?” Itto’s eyes sparkled, as he took the spoon and ate more of the big portion you gave him on his plate. “This is so awesome!”

“Aww, stop it.” You flushed as you let him enjoy the food, happy to be able to take his mind off of the food. You caressed his shoulder comfortingly. “I just want you to feel good.”

“This is making me feel the best.” Itto smiled, feeling the warmth of your omurice go down to his belly, filling the lost appetite. “I love this so much. I love you so much.”

As Itto finished the food and practically licked the plate clean, he gave you a big warm comforting hug to make up for earlier. “I’m sorry about earlier, I hate being sad around you.”

“Itto, you can always be sad around me. I love when you’re sad around me,” You paused. “Wait, that sounded wrong. I meant that I love when you’re vulnerable around me, and I want to see every part of you. That’s how much I love you.”

Itto practically teared up. “Man… Don’t talk anymore, you’re gonna make me cry.”

You let Itto hug you, giving the biggest squeeze back to him to let him know it’s okay. As you stroked his back, you lightly kissed his shoulder. Itto hummed, letting you comfort him and envelope him with the love that he needs.

A/N: hi guys im new idk what im doing.......... i mostly opened this 4 drabbles n short fics to write but idk how to look as cool as you guys

#arataki itto #genshin itto #itto x reader #genshin #genshin impact #hurt/comfort #itto #genshin fiction #itto x you #arataki itto x reader #arataki itto x you #ittofiedfics #itto x y/n

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tokyoyumeeee · 1 year

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selcouth: 0

A/N: read foreword for TWs. Enjoy!

The Fatui Laboratory was cold. Stupid cold. The wrought iron chains broke through the skin of your wrists, exposing you to whatever parasites, bacteria, and viruses that the crimson-brown shackles might carry. You were slumped against a plain, breaking, gray wall, waiting for the man that was supposed to cure you. The agents that had brought you in referred to him as "The Doctor". You doubted that he could help you. But that made sense, because what was there to fix about you? Sure, you were a little distant, and not as expressive as everyone else around you, but other than that you were normal. Yet, your parents had insisted that the Fatui, a criminal organization, take you. This entire prison-cell-waiting room, was silent. All the other patients were asleep, you assumed. You lolled your head to the side and lazily looked at the large cavity in your cell. It revealed the raging white hurricane of cold and snow. Average Snezhnayan weather, huh? Mondstadt lived in eternal summer, you had lived your entire life there. But if anyone had ever asked you what the weather felt like, you wouldn't be able to form a response. The cool morning zephyrs that writers would take about, couldn't be apportioned with you. Neither could the gentle, warm, kisses of the sun. Perhaps that was another "odd" thing about you, you couldn't feel different temperatures. Even now, when the cold should've nipped mercilessly at you, like a dog, you couldn't experience it.

'When will that doctor show up?' you wondered. You weren't bored, scared, or anything actually. You weren't traumatized till your core was numb, instead you were more...hollow. Numb could only be applicable if you had a light, a soul, to begin with and the animal in the pit mawed at whatever pain or joy it had scrounged. If you had nothing inside of you from day one, you would be hollow. Just the shell of a person wandering Earth. The numb wish and dream to feel again. They reminisce the days where the sun would kiss them and they felt warm. The days where the world would be filled with color. The hollow can't dream nor wish. This was just the way they were. But most couldn't differentiate the two. That's when you heard a rally of footsteps approach your cell. You glimpsed fur coats of black, gray, purple, and red. The agents. Then behind them came a man dressed in a white-wing-tipped coat. Most of his face was covered by an...iron mask? It looked different from the others. He was taller. Prouder. And almost...beyond human. Oddly familiar as well. His wavy blue hair framed his pale face, giving him the appearance of one. But you could sense that there was something omnipotent about him.

"Where's the new subject?" he asked, not even glancing at the woman and man who stood beside him. The agents pointed you. The man, whom you assumed was the doctor strolled toward your cell, with his hands behind his back. He peered at you from outside the bars.

"Name?"

"[Y/N]. [Y/N] [L/N]." Your eyes caught on to how his body tensed. He was surprised. Had you two met before? But he quickly moved on from that, and reverted back to his former posture.

"Ah, you're the numb one, am I right?" he pressed, grinning. You didn't respond. You weren't numb, and if this dumb ass doctor couldn't get it right, then Barbatos help you. The doctor's grin melted into a smirk.

"Or hollow?" he continued. Your eyes widened. Did he understand? He laughed. Manic, but beautiful.

"Not much of a talker are you? But I already know your answer. I'm Il Dottore, but I'm assuming you already knew that," he said, his smirk growing, revealing his canines. As Dottore turned to leave, you opened your mouth to call out to him, but he looked over his shoulder to look at you before you could form words. It was like he knew everything about you already. How?

"And yes, dear [Y/N]. I understand you." At those words, for the first time in your life, something activated inside of you. Like a spark. In that moment, you could feel the violent eternal winter winds. The pain in your wrists from the chains. The aching in your body from sitting for so long. Heat in your body. A flutter in your stomach. You felt human. You were whole. Then a gnawing hunger in your stomach told you to pursue more of that feeling... Because now you could wish and dream. You could wish that the next time Dottore would visit would be soon. And dream that he wouldn't forget about you.

Foreword: This book, will be maybe one of the darkest fics I've ever written. This book will contain yandere themes(obsession, abusive behavior, drug usage, kidnapping, etc), gore, violence, mature themes, and a very unhealthy relationship between Dottore and you, the reader. Nothing that the reader or Dottore do should be romanticized, glorified, or replicated in the real world. Dark, toxic, romances like these, should only be indulged in the realm of fantasy, and if you see someone that actually acts like how the reader and Dottore act irl, please seek help. Luv yall<33

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❝ SINFULLY DEVOTED ❞ + THOMA

+. CWs —» female reader, s!her pronouns, edging, marking,cunnilingus, implied polyamory ; word count — 1.5k

+. PRECIS —» Ayato has always shown leniency to Thoma but lately there has been another person to have part in it.

+. NOTES —» finally it's here. I've been so restless to post this :>. It feels good to write and finish something after a break. you can read my works via NAVIGATION LINKS.

THOMA has always been a man of morals and loyalty. He was the butler of the Kamisato family and did his work devotedly, that is, to serve the Kamisato siblings. Not only that, he was loved by all for his easygoing behavior and showering kindness to everyone.

But one thing that did not seem to sit at par with his heart was your arrival. It is true that Thoma occasionally fell ill due to his work. Being the butler of such a renowned family was indeed a great honor but he often forgot to take proper care of himself.

He never gave anyone a chance to express any dissatisfaction, and AYATO was undeniably satisfied with his devotion. It was AYAKA who brought light to the fact that they need someone in case Thoma fell ill. Besides, it would help him for a speedy recovery if Thoma had someone to take care of him.

Ayato not only agreed but also hired a new servant for the works of his household, y/n l/n. At first, Ayato was surprised when Thoma warmed up to you quickly. He thought Thoma would have been very difficult to convince given his pride and praise for his work but he caved in so easily.

Ayaka was delighted that his elder brother was thoughtful enough to bring a lady instead of a lad. She thinks Thoma would have been a slacker if he got a new partner. Besides, She got a pal at her beck and call too.

Within a week you blended well with the house rules and the people that made Thoma’s work easier. You always had for him in high spirits. Honestly, what was Ayato thinking? Thoma has never been a guy to loath anyone, and how could he hate such an Angel like you? That's right, he could not, or instead, Ayato was not aware of the emerging dislike for you after he praised you personally for your cooking.

Thoma was busy checking the appointments of the day of his master. The aroma of cooking accompanied by your low humming dragged Thoma into the kitchen. He leaned against the door frame watching you while being submerged in thoughts; how amazing it is that he got used to the new house rules and you too, how you never complain about anything or do not bear the wrinkles of annoyance over your eyebrows whenever Ayato mercilessly keeps ordering, one after another. Maybe you’re not so bad after all.

“Smells delicious. What are- and it would have been such a disaster if Thoma haven't had such quick reflexes. Your pretty face that brought smiles and joy to many hearts in Kamisato mansion would have been ruined forever if Thoma did not grab your arm and pulled you closer to his body as the hot curry spilled on the floor. Body pressed against each other, heart thumping against one another you slowly peer through your eyelashes at him. Probably, this is the first time he has looked you in the eye properly. You could only recall him stealing glances in your memories.

“Miss L/N, are you alright?”, a staff asked rushing to the door making both of you fly away from each other. “Yes, we are fine. Mr.Thoma saved me in the nick of time.”, you responded after clearing your throat. The staff felt assured upon seeing Thoma beside you and left the kitchen with a nod.

“Thoma”, he uttered, “just call me Thoma”, you smiled at him as he reluctantly left the place. You looked at the nasty nutritive mess and sighed thinking you have to prepare the meal again. Gladly, Thoma helped you. He was not at all like you imagined he would be. Perhaps, you misread his glances, his behaviors. But now is not the time to think about it. You should focus on cooking because Ayato might not be very happy if he does not get his meal on time.

Early in the morning, you heard a little uproar from your master’s room. So, naturally, you did not want to be another reason to add up to his sour mood. As you served the dish to him, Thoma became busy rehearsing today’s schedule to Ayato. With the first bite, all your worries were washed away. Ayato was not particularly a man who would openly give you credit for your chores rather he hid it in little things. The food was almost finished so did Thoma’s rescheduling of certain appointments. Before you were about to leave the room, you glanced at Thoma and beamed which did not go unnoticed by Ayato.

It was late at night when Master Ayato returned from his work along with his personal assistant, Thoma. You haven't had dinner since you secretly wished to thank Thoma for all his aid this morning. Ayato went to bed since the last meeting was a dinner invitation. Thoma passed by your room before hitting the kitchen and you had to follow him. He found a perfectly layed plate with food covered and prepared. At first, he thought it was for his master but then again, he remembered how Ayato directed him to inform you that he won’t be having dinner at home today.

He felt odd at such a caring gesture. As he was about to fetch a bottle of wine, he noticed you standing against the door frame. To your surprise he was not startled by your presence rather amused that you were still awake, perhaps waiting for him to come home.

“Did I wake you? Sorry, I was in such a haste to make it here.”, Thoma said as he took a bite of a sandwich he just made for himself. You could lie given how he did not pay any regard to your caring gestures.

“No. You did not. I had a troubled sleep.”, you responded with a gleam, too bothered why he did not have the meal you prepared for him. You two sat in silence for a while making you almost ready to leave the place as soon as he would finish his last bite. And when he did he blurted out, “I can help with that.”

With a strong release of breath, you scoffingly smiled at him unable to believe what you just heard. “Well, sing me a lullaby then.”, you interlaced your fingers inclining towards him sitting on the edge of the table. Thoma chuckled before rolling his tongue inside the cavity of his mouth. He casually walked towards you maintaining his gaze. He felt his cock almost twitch at the sight of your excited nipples that was visible throught your thin ivory night gown.

As he positioned himself infront of you, he chinned you so as to graze his thumb over your lips. You sharply inhaled opening your eyes earning his dialting stares. Maybe he wanted you as much as you wanted him. His hands that were caressing your body a moment ago is now rested over your thighs bunching up the fabric. You watched him meticulously as he crouched infront of you and slowly spreading your legs before diving in between them.

You gasped and moaned as his tongue lapped over your folds. Your hands were clamped at the edge of the table as he suckled on your bud making you bite your lower lip. You hummed as your mind went empty and knuckles turned white as he pushed his finger inside you, pulling in and out rashly while licking your pussy lips. As you struggled to keep your voice down, you could hear his huffs and pants, sometimes hums when he was just fingering you. You could not take it anymore. It was too much, you could feel your orgasm closing in yet you pulled him by cupping his face and kissing those very lips that tasted you.

Thoma did not anticipate this. Of course, he wanted to make you cum but he could not deny the kiss. He curled his hands around your body deepening the kiss not pulling away until you wanted. He smirked noticing your half-lidded eyes as he pushed you down on the table top wanting to give you more. His hands carefully slipped under your dress squeezing your your boobs before tossing the clothing on the floor.

“Please, please have me.”, you pleaded as Thoma’s lips worked around your pebbled nipples. Eyes shut closed, lips sucking and kissing your chest as his hands wrapped around your waist while your arms cliged to his shoulders, then onto his arms desperately searching to grab something yet not be a hindrance to his devotion. He was nowhere to be aware of your plea or so he thought. He pulled out with a ‘pop’ staring down at your half-clad body with doe-eyes and then diving back into your neckline.

“I want you”, you gasped as he pulled down your panty, “ I want you in me.” Thoma stopped kissing, head still tucked in the nook of your shoulders. All you heard was a short-lived smirk before he whispered into your ears, “Sir Ayato would not like that.”

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Hazy Shade of Winter (Part 2)

A/N: Slightly (?) OOC Wriothesley. I think. I'm honestly not sure. But fair warning just to be safe. Follow up to Hazy Shade of Winter (Part 1)

There was no way to tell time in this place. Being miles under the surface meant no windows, which meant no real way to track the light. Wriothesley also didn’t seem that keen on clocks, or maybe, he wasn’t keen on them where you were concerned. It was a clever strategy, hiding something as essential as time from you. Without it, you couldn’t gauge how long it had been since Wriothesley had left you. Nor could you know when he would be back. It might be minutes or it could be hours. You could only guess. What you were certain of was that the time you had been allowed was enough to at least feel marginally better. The hangover you’d suffered from thanks to the alcohol and the unnamed stuff had begun to ease. Though you still felt like you’d been struck by a water bus. Eventually, you found yourself capable of leaving the bed long enough to clean yourself up. It was a relief to finally rid yourself of the gritty taste in your mouth. It made you feel somewhat human again, even if it did nothing to change your circumstances. When you were satisfied, you retreated back to the bed, pulling the sheets and light comforter over you. There you stayed, hiding in the darkness. It lured you into the false belief that you were temporarily safe from the storm that was to come. Given your first encounter, you silently hoped that when he returned, Wriothesley would just leave you be. That he would pick on the fact that you cared as much for his rules as you did him and in turn, he would just go. It wasn’t like there was a rush to explain them anyway. You were a captive with no means of escape. From your point of view, he had all the time in the world to explain his expectations for you. His insistence on doing so first thing, when you weren’t even coherent, betrayed the cool facade that he had maintained since. He was excited. He was eager. No amount of sarcasm or dry humor would ever be able to hide that.

Those emotions further betrayed him upon his eventual return. Wriothesley tried to seem amicable, at least that’s what you thought. His true tone was muffled thanks to the blankets. You really didn’t care anyway. You only hoped he would get the message and leave. He didn’t. Instead, he ripped the blankets away from you, tearing away the illusion of safety you felt you had. “Still sleepy are we?” The wry tone in his voice did nothing to help. Nor did the tray of food he had brought with him. The sight of questionable sausage and what you thought was porridge made your stomach lurch. You tried to look at anything other than him or the tray; the walls, the ceiling, the door he had left open. Wait. Your eyes went back to it. The door, Wriothesley had left it open when he had come in. Either he was confident you wouldn’t try anything or he was testing you. It really didn’t matter. The proverbial door was open and you were prepared to take it.

You only gave the disgusting excuse for food one more glance before you threw it back in his face. Literally. Your hands came up in one swift motion, smacking the tray out from under him. You barely had time to register the way the light reflected off the porcelain bowl as it flew at Wriothesley before you made a break for it. Again with both hands, you gave him a hard shove, throwing him off just enough to squeak by and make a break for the open door. Around you, silverware clanged as it hit the floor. Glass and porcelain shattered leaving little cuts on your exposed skin, and a very distinctive grunt followed you as you desperately tried to get away. Wriothesley’s hand in your hair ended any hope of that coming true. You hadn’t even made it a handful of steps when the force of which he pulled you back ripped a scream out of you. One moment you were vertical. The next you were facing the ceiling, back pressed firmly into the lumpy mattress as Wriothesley snatched a hold of one of your wrists. “Oh” He let out a dry laugh, that same dangerous glint returning to his eyes. “You want to fight do you? Well-” With his free hand he reached down, detaching the cuffs from his belt. “Let’s fight.” One look at them told you his intentions. With a garbled scream, you kicked at him again. This time though he was ready. Wriothesley maneuvered his hips between your flailing legs. The best you could do was smack him square in the ass with your calf. An action he seemed to enjoy, based on the smirk he gave you after you landed your first strike. “Give it to me.” Meaning your other hand. His tone was flat, expectant, and generally uninterested. To your horror, your escape attempt had done little to rile him up. Instead, he patiently held out one hand, while the other kept a grip on the wrist he had since locked in his handcuffs. “You’re already going to be punished for refusing your food. It’s only going to get worse for you if I have to reach under you and get that hand myself. Do yourself a favor and give it to me.” You still refused, vehemently shaking your head no. It was a foolish move on your part. You were all too aware of that. The smart decision would be to cooperate with him. To obey him this one time in the hope that he offered you some form of clemency. That wasn’t the decision you made though. Instead, you chose to refuse. You chose to fight. Two things you had been denied thanks to how he’d had you abducted. Two things you were all too prepared to give him in spades. All things considered, It was no less than he deserved. Wriothesley could only sigh at your refusal. He almost managed looking mournful for a moment, but it was short lived. The cocky smirk returned before he could finish his next statement. “You really want me to be the bad guy, don’t you?” Your response was to try to tuck your arm even further behind you, cementing your choice to disobey him rather than concede. “Foolish.” He clicked his tongue. “I suppose you’re really no different than the rest. Seems you’ll just have to learn this lesson the hard way.” There was only a brief shrug of his shoulders before Wriothesley finally followed through on one of his threats. All it took was one pull.

You screamed again, the metal of the cuff around your one wrist digging into your flesh to an extreme degree as he drug your entire body off the bed. The pain that shot through your body was horrific. It felt like he was trying to rip your arm off from the force alone. Nevermind thin cuts and bruises left by the steel he had locked around your wrist. It was a foregone conclusion that he was going to get what he wanted. The force from the pull had wrenched what control you had away from you. Your body flailed in a tangle of limbs as you tried to catch yourself from falling face first onto the metal floor. He caught you, barely, but he made sure that you didn’t land into the pool of gray gunk that was congealing on the floor. Instead, you were wrenched up by your waist long enough for your other wrist to be captured in the steel of his cuffs. From there you were unceremoniously dumped onto a clean part of the floor and left to wait.

There was no quip that followed your escape attempt. No snide comment or even the faintest hint of judgment. Just a cold glare as he removed the longer chain from his outfit. The rattling bounced off the metal walls, causing you to flinch at the noise. While your headache had temporarily subsided, the piercing noise of metal echoing off of metal seemed to bring it roaring back. You whimpered, but only enough so he wouldn’t hear you over the jostling of his outfit. Thankfully he was kind enough to be quick about it, but only because removing the offending chain was easy work for him. The fact that he was punishing you to the point that you felt your ears would bleed was an inconsequential detail. You half expected him to say you deserved it. “I’ll only say this once.” He rotated the chain until he had an end in each hand. “Do as I ask. Don’t make me use force again.” Implying you wouldn’t like what would happen. Considering your present circumstances, you were fairly sure you wouldn’t. He’d already had you kidnapped and personally manhandled you without much provocation. To push him much further, at least at present, might result in a situation that was altogether unpleasant. “Hands” He gestured for you to lift your cuffed hands, which after a slight hesitation, you did. It wasn’t a leap to figure out his next move. One end of the chain found its way around the connecting link of the cuffs, while the other stayed firmly in his hand. “Up.” He moved his hand and you half expected another gesture, but instead he held it out to you, offering it as a means of assistance should you need it. An entirely gentlemanly gesture, from a brute of a man. You ignored it, awkwardly pushing yourself onto your wobbly legs. The effort to right yourself was a struggle. The failed escape attempt and subsequent fight after had drained what little energy you had woken up with away. Your legs felt no better than jelly. Standing on them or worse trying to walk on them would require a specific level of effort that you weren’t sure you possessed. The decision to not eat was a poor one. Even if the food was revolting, you probably should have seized the chance to get something in your aching stomach. At least then you could still the shaking that was quickly working its way across your entire body.

Wriothesley didn’t give you time to fret over it nor did he wait for you to fully steady yourself. The brief show of gentlemanly behavior was forgotten almost as quickly as it was offered. He yanked the chain hard, dragging you through the doorway and into the empty room beyond with little trouble or care. You stumbled, falling to your hands and knees against the rough metal floor, the sharp edges of the cold metal cutting into your exposed flesh even more. The sting from the metal biting your skin made you wince, not that Wriothesley noticed. He kept walking, pulling the chain tighter the further away he got. The silent demand from him was that you keep up; whether it was by walking or crawling. He didn’t seem to mind which. He only wanted you to follow until he ordered you to stop. Then he would move on to whatever humiliation he had planned next. Your cheeks burned at the very thought of it. How dare he. You had half a mind to repay his rough behavior with some of your own, but you weren’t nearly as strong as him. Given his size, you doubted you would be able to shift him. At most, you pulling on the chain or refusing to go any further would be a mild jerk against his hand. An inconvenience for him at worst. Hardly worth the energy or the struggle considering your current predicament.

“Rule number one.” His voice drew you from your thoughts, pulling your attention back to him. He strode to the center of the room, bending down to loop the chain through a d-ring that was bolted to the floor. “You are the master of your own treatment here.” You stared up at him through the fringe of your lashes as he stood to his full height. “Call it irony” He shrugged. “But I don’t like the idea of punishing you. It took quite a bit of work on my part to bring you here. I even paid extra for the deluxe delivery.” Were you supposed to be impressed by that? It was laughable to consider that he expected you to fall all over yourself and thank him for taking such care with your abduction. Yet one look at him told you, that was exactly what he wanted, or rather he expected your compliance as a result of his supposed care of you. A trade. A bargain. An insult. In your mind, if he had the nerve to kidnap you, then the very least he could do was see to your safety during said act. Anything afterwards, like now, was a different transaction. Something you weren’t entirely interested in participating in unless it involved your unconditional release. “So bearing that in mind, I suggest you consider your actions or rather your reactions in the future. I don’t want to get rough with you, but as you’ve seen, I’m not above doing it.”

“My actions?” He didn’t bother to hide his surprise when you finally broke your silence. “I’m sorry, I can’t recall ever having someone kidnapped for any reason, let alone to satisfy my own vanity.” He was quick. Despite his surprise, Wriothesley was able to volley a response back to you or rather he tried too. “That’s not-” You scoffed looking away for a moment. Any excuse or justification would go as far as his own lips. You didn’t want to hear them. You didn’t care about them. Clearly, based on your own feelings, they didn’t matter. Nothing could justify what he had done to you, nor would it justify anything that would happen in the future. You could spend a thousand years with him and still call him a stranger. Above you, he let out a long breath. Your refusal to hear him had given him pause. You could tell those cold eyes were still firmly fixed on your face. He was intently watching every single thing you did. You knew he was. When you finally decided to turn back, your eyes met his. They had never left you. He merely traded the view of your face for the back of your head and vice versa. Beneath the surface, you could see a myriad of emotions swirling within his eyes. He wasn’t as confident as he appeared. Wriothesley had worries, he had concerns. There was even what you felt was a twinge of doubt if you looked long enough.

In turn, his eyes read and judged every emotion, every expression that you didn’t bother to hide. They saw your anger, your confusion, and even your own fear. You hadn’t fully acknowledged it yet, but you were every bit afraid as you were angry. In the span of a night, your life had become the property of someone else. He could do anything he wanted with it. You were powerless in stopping him from doing anything he wanted. Your current predicament was proof of that. “Look, I-” He let out another sigh. “I don’t want our first true interaction to happen this way. Please don’t be like this.” Please don’t fight. That’s what he meant. Just submit to his wishes and desires. Don’t make him beg, don’t make him force you. A not so impassioned plea from a man who was a stranger to you. He was trying his best to placate the fury that was radiating off your body, but the wound he had inflicted with his actions was far too fresh for it to work. “I’m happy to make nice with you. I’ll chalk the escape attempt up to the fact that you’re still adjusting. Perhaps I was being a tad unrealistic with how long it would take you to work through everything. Though-” There was a long pause after that. “in truth I would like an apology. You nearly burned half my face off with hot porridge.” He gestured to the side of his face as some sort of reference. You silently stared back, wishing you had. There was a chance you would have gotten away or at the very least put some much needed space between you and him. “Come on. I’m giving you an easy out here. Just apologize and we can move forward. It will make things easier for us both if you do. Believe me when I say that I would rather spend the limited time I do have with you doing anything else but fighting with or punishing you.” Swallowing, you silently noted that he was in for a rude awakening. “I would rather be at home, in my own bed. But we can’t always get what we want, can we?” A chill washed over the room. You weren’t sure if it was him or you, but you felt it all the same. “Instead I find myself at the mercy of a lunatic!” Your voice shook as the fear began to overtake your anger. The lack of food was fueling your desperation, which in turn was driving both your fear and your anger. You could feel yourself slowly losing control. It was a vicious cycle, which was reaching its conclusion at a rapid place. “I have no intention of playing this sick game of yours.” His entire body sagged in what you could only guess was disappointment.

“God-” He rubbed his scared eye with his free hand. “I truly didn’t think you would be this stubborn.” His hand fell back to his side as he stared at you with fondness. “It’s cute though. I like someone with a little bite to them. Makes things interesting. Still, I was hoping you would get the message right off the bat. But, if you insist we spend this time this way, then so be it. I will be all too happy to give you what you are so eager to earn.” He wrapped a length of chain around his hand, tightening what was left between you and him, pulling your arms towards the d-ring. You had to inch forward on your knees, just to ease some of the tension in your shoulders. “I will, out of the kindness of my heart, forgive earlier. Before I left for my meeting I did tell you that you could be upset with me and in that spirit, I suppose you were only doing as you were told. I can’t fault you for it.” He wrapped another length around his hand, pulling the chain even tighter and you ever closer. “Just now though.” He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he silently recalled what had just transpired. “I’m afraid I can’t forgive that. Refusals, altercations, and escape attempts are strictly forbidden from here on out. As I mentioned, you are the master of your own treatment. Behave and we can co-exist peacefully. I might even consider special privileges if I’m convinced you’re sincere in your behavior.” Refuse him or fight him or even try to escape him and you would end up where you were now or possibly somewhere far worse.

In retrospect, you knew your current predicament was fairly mild compared to the ways he could make you suffer. Humiliation, starvation, degradation, and pain were only the first steps. There were bones that hadn’t been shattered, flesh that hadn't been marked, limbs that hadn’t been removed. You and he had a long way to go before you reached the point of no return, and that’s if you ever got there. In the back of your mind, you knew you wouldn’t last that long. He would break you long before you ever got to that point. “Am I being clear?” “What-” Tears stung at your eyes for the first time, closing your throat and forcing you to momentarily choke on your own words. You didn’t want to admit defeat so easily, but what other choice did you have? This was his world. Even if you managed to get free, no one within the fortress or outside of it would help you. He could easily send the guardes or even himself after you. The general population of Fontaine wouldn’t question why a fugitive from the fortress was being hunted. The assumption would be you were just another escaped convict. A threat that the Duke himself felt he needed to personally handle.

It was only then that you realized your disappearance probably hadn’t even been noted. It had been the weekend when you had gone out. Work had been tiresome and the promise of a day off meant you had the chance to blow off some much needed steam. With that in mind, there would be no one to miss you if you didn’t show up the next day. Same for the day after. By the time you did have to return to work, Wriothesley would have had plenty of time to cover your tracks. He could make your disappearance seem quite ordinary. Maybe you had run away to Sumeru, you had been talking about it or perhaps that serial killer got you. Wouldn’t that give your co-workers something to talk about? Maybe no one would even notice. People came and went from your place of work everyday. It wasn’t that unusual for someone to be there one day and gone the next. The reality of that hit you harder than the sedative had. No one could help you. No one would save you. Not a single soul, outside of those involved, knew you were here. No one, outside of the man standing above you, cared.

You choked back a sob as that information sunk in. It was loud enough and perhaps distraught enough that Wriothesley drew his brows together in genuine concern. From your vantage point you could see he wanted to check on you, to ask if you were alright, but he held his tongue. He just stood there, staring at you as hot tears spilled freely down your cheeks. “What do you want?” A pregnant pause followed that. As if the answer was stupidly obvious to everyone, except you.

“I would think that is rather plain.” You looked up at him again through tear stained lashes, sniffling as he moved closer. “I want you.” Your throat bobbed, thickly swallowing the rising panic that was filling your body. You racked your brain, trying to think of any reason as to how or why this happened. How had an excuse me, an introduction, and have a nice day translated into you being in chains at his feet? The encounter between you had only lasted seconds. In your own mind, there was no feasible way a chance meeting could have this result, unless the meeting itself wasn’t by chance.

Your eyes flew back to his face as your mind began to put all the puzzle pieces together. Chocolates, flowers, perfumes, and even lingerie had been sent to you in droves over the course of the year. Your mind whirled, suddenly recalling all the other strange or odd occurrences that had happened, especially in the last few weeks or so. The feeling of eyes watching you everywhere you would go. Strangers scribbling notes when they thought you weren’t looking. Your clothes, namely your underwear turning up missing every time you took your things to the laundress. The door to your apartment being unlocked despite you remembering that you had locked it. God. Your eyes got wider as the full picture came together. A year. Oh god, he had been watching you for a year. “Look who finally figured it out.”

On instinct, you tried to pull away, but his foot slamming down on the chain brought that plan to a decided halt. Your body jerked with the chain, a frustrated whine escaping your throat as you continued to struggle against the cuffs. Escape in this case was utterly futile. You knew that. The chain that was connected to your wrists was firmly in his hand. Even if you managed to get away from him, the room you were in only had one visible door; the chamber from which you had just come. The exit you could not see, the one that would take you to the rest of the fortress was almost assuredly locked. Then there was the fortress itself. A maze of locked doors and heavy bars. If the building itself didn’t stop you, then the guardes most certainly would. All Wriothesley needed to do was raise the alarm and he could have your right back where you were now in a matter of minutes. “You know-” Your eyes met his again, noting the hints of malice that were beginning to swirl in the icy blue depths. “I never believed that you didn’t fully know.” He leaned down, resting an arm on his thigh as the slack portion of the chain rattled in the background. “I told myself that no one was that unobservant of their surroundings.” A soft chuckle slipped past his lips. “I’ll be damned if you didn’t prove me wrong. Seems like all those nights where my anxiety kept me awake were in vain. You had no clue, did you?” He furrowed his brow, gently chuckling again. “Did you ever think to ask? Did you just assume someone was sending you gifts and that would be that?” You wanted to slap the smirk off his face, maybe leave another scar while you were at it. “Of course I asked.” Since you couldn’t slap him, you tried to add some venom to your voice, hoping it would compensate for your lack of movement. “I spoke to the couriers and the stores. No one knew. They all said the same thing. All the orders had come with the necessary payment by mail via an unmarked envelope.” There had been no indication of where the letters had originated from. The only thing worth noting about them was the simple stationary on which they had come. The paper lacked the ornate embellishment that was associated with the upper class, yet the paper itself was of a high enough quality that you could discern the sender had money. That theory had been further proven based on the gifts he had sent. Everything you had received was from the finest shops in the Court and of the highest quality. They had all cost well above what the average admirer could spend. That had told you that your devotee was at least well to do. Wriothesley, as the Duke of Meropide, was certainly that. “I thought that when my admirer was ready, they might be normal and present themselves properly.” Not have you abducted and brought to the bottom of the sea. “Because that would have gone oh so well.” He tilted his head slightly. “I’m sure that I’m exactly what you were expecting, hm?” He wasn’t.

You let out a heavy sigh, trying to ignore the obvious. Wriothesley had been the last person you had been expecting. Worse though, was the thought of the Administrator of the Fortress coming to your door for no explicable reason. Even with flowers in hand, the idea was a terrifying one. The Duke of Meropide wasn’t exactly a celebrated figure in the eyes of the citizens of Fontaine. While his rise to prominence certainly made him an enigma, the few that knew what he looked like, tended to avoid him at all costs. To see the Duke or any officers of the law on your street was often a sign that trouble was soon to follow. If you had known that Wriothesley was your admirer or if he had shown himself to be interested in you in a normal way, it was entirely likely that you would have run. Even knowing that you had committed no crimes in the eyes of the law, the risk of having him so close was one you didn’t want to take. The goal of every citizen was to avoid the fortress and all of those associated with it. You weren’t excluded from that. “See the dilemma?” Your first reaction was to fix your eyes to the floor, while you felt the first twinges of embarrassment creep their way up your neck. “Kid- kidnapping isn��t exactly a viable solution.” You raised your eyes to him again, trying to make that sound as harsh as possible. “Neither is this, for the record.” He just laughed. “If we’re adding things to the record, then throwing hot porridge in the administrator's face isn’t exactly the smartest of moves. Neither is disobeying my orders or trying to escape.” You squirmed, stupidly pulling on the chain as your own frustration spiked. “I’ve done nothing wrong!” He laughed again. This time, his laughter echoed off the walls, hurting your ears.

“You hadn’t done anything wrong.” Until you threw the food in his face, and kicked him, and disobeyed him, and tried to escape. “I don’t think I need to list the crimes for you. I’m sure you’re aware.” Crimes? Your mind whirled at the very mention of the word. It was inconceivable to think that you had done anything wrong.

Fresh tears stung at your eyes as the frustration his words caused you, washed over you. No. It couldn’t be. You were innocent. He had abducted you. He had tricked you. You weren’t his prisoner. “But as the administrator of the fortress, it is at my discretion on how you are punished.” Wriothesley stood to his full height, reaching for something in his pocket. “Unfortunately for you, I don’t have time to deal with that.” He produced a medium sized lock, which was promptly attached to the chain and the d-ring, forcing you to hold your position at his feet. “I have more meetings. I suppose for now-” He mockingly thought about it for a moment. “Your punishment can be that you get to think about how you’re going to make it up to me or maybe, you reconsider your attitude. If not, then perhaps I’ll have to get slightly more strict with you.” From your vantage point, you watched his eyes drift away from you, focusing on something behind you. There was only one thing that could be; the room you’d woken up in, the bed. “Seems cruel to consider.” Your eyes went wide at the thoughts that were running through your head. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t. “I’d hate to do it.” Wait. “But maybe I was too nice at the beginning.” No. “Maybe I’ll just leave that with you though.” His focus came back to you. “Based on your expression, you get my meaning. Persist on your current path though-” His tone developed a steely, authoritative hardness to it that you didn’t like. “And perhaps I’ll go against my better judgment and make you earn things like a bed and hot food, at least until I can be assured that you don’t need too. That’s if I can be assured at all.” You blindly shook your head as you realized this man intended to keep you indebted to him for the rest of your life. “No? Well-” There was an odd chuckle that followed that. “Tell you what.” A long pause stretched out between you. He waited, oh so patiently for you to finally look up at him before he opted to continue. “I might be inclined to go easy on you. If you decide you’re ready to behave.” If. It had the same inflection as before, though this one possessed more doubt than its predecessor had “Let’s test the waters. I’ll give you something easy, something simple. I bet you couldn’t take more than that, could you? By now, I’m sure you’re feeling a little drained.” There was a brief moment where you thought to challenge him on that. Drained wasn’t the right word for it. Exhausted maybe? Famished and dehydrated; absolutely. In your mind though, you believed you could take all he threw at you and more, but your cramping stomach and oncoming dizziness told you otherwise. Your body had been taken to its physical limit. It couldn’t handle anything more; not without getting food into you first. “Let’s try… you giving me a smile again. That seems like a simple thing. I’ll even sweeten the deal. Give me a smile and I’ll bring you a little something to eat. I bet you’re pretty starved by now. Some fresh bread or maybe even some fruit, surely that’s enough to get me a smile?” It shouldn’t have been. In any normal circumstance, it wouldn’t have been. Had you been back in the court, you wouldn’t have given him the time of day. But here, in his world, you didn’t have that luxury. Here he could determine every detail of your life, including when you ate next. Considering you had already gone a day, you briefly wondered how cruel he could be. Wriothesley ran both hot and cold. His reactions shifted between the two with frightening regularity. It made him difficult to read in a situation like this, which was why you had to consider your answer carefully.

There was no winning here, you knew that. Wriothesley had stacked the deck against you long before your kidnapping and arrival. Now he’d dealt you the losing hand he’d prepared for you. If you refused, would he cave due to his own feelings for you and bring you a meal anyway or would he demand an even higher toll for your next meal? Would he let you starve if you refused to pay that price? How many meals would he allow you to miss before the inevitable happened. How many could you stand to miss before you yourself gave in? Upon further review, a smile was easy. It was simple. It wouldn’t tax your fatigued state any further. You could just give it to him to make him go, but again that carried risk. Once meant always. Always meant forever. There would never be a time where you would be able to refuse him without running the risk of being punished. One frown could send you right back to where you were. “Well?” You didn’t want to.

“I-“ You drew in a slow steadying breath, trying to calm the emotions that were running through you. At this stage, you wanted to scream, you wanted to cry, you wanted to lunge at him and you wanted to do it, all at once. You couldn’t though. Even if you felt like you were drowning, you couldn’t give in just yet. For now, you had to remain in control. “I hate you.” Above you, he released an incredulous scoff.

“Believe me, I’m aware.” His nonchalance about this whole thing only served to irritate you further. He was acting as if everything that had happened between you was a normal thing. As if he kidnapped and manhandled and humiliated people everyday.

“So why should I smile at you if I hate you?” You swallowed as your eyes found his again. He towered over you, giving the answer very little thought.

“Because I asked you too.” You hated how his tone sounded almost thoughtful. “Let me be perfectly clear, unless the world is about to end or you are deathly ill, I will be your sole companion here. That means you will rely on me for everything.” And the fruits of that reliance were determined based on how well behaved you were. In his words, you were the master in your own treatment, which meant you decided your own fate. “We can keep on this path, if you like. I can play the mean warden just as easily as I can the affable fellow. It makes no difference to me how we get there, just so long as you understand we will get there in the end. One day those defenses of yours will crumble and that anger you currently feel will give way to something else.” Was he implying you would fall in love with him? “It happens to everyone down here. Some get angry, some are perfectly fine with it.” “I will never be fine with it or this.” He smirked again, a gentle spark of mirth dancing in his eyes. “We’ll see. I tend to have a pretty good handle on people, especially when it comes to how they’re going to react to certain things. You’re no exception.” His head tilted slightly. “But keep telling yourself whatever you need to keep that fire in you burning. I’m beginning to find your anger endearing. You’re cute with your face all scrunched up like that.” He chuckled, his smirk growing larger when the sound only served to make you angrier. “Maybe I’ll lock down the pankration ring one day, just so we can spar. It might be fun to turn you loose for a little while, if for no other reason other than to get my hands on you. But I suppose that depends on one thing?” You let out a heavy breath, grinding your teeth in mild frustration. “What?” “Will you smile or not?”

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aikolina · 2 years

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Diluc wrongly accusing you of cheating

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Diluc Ragnvindr x reader~

AN: My first angst fic, and I’m really sorry for not posting much lately :P

Warnings: Angst, argument, mentioning of cheating, pissed off Diluc, a bit fluff at the end<3

Wordcount: around 754

!Not grammar checked!

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You and Diluc are sitting on the couch in the dawn winery. Both of you are on your phones and suddenly Diluc puts his phone down.

“Hey, babe- I don’t know how to say this, but I feel like we haven’t connected much lately”

Diluc says while looking at you with a glass of water in his hands. He looks a bit concerned so you put down your phone and look at him. You nod your head to make him continue.

“So you spend a lot of time on your phone and we don’t have much time together. It’s like we’re spending less and less time together”

He says looking down as if he’s embarrassed by the things he just said.

“Hm yeah”

you shortly respond which causes a bit of silence before Diluc starts talking again.

“I’ve been thinking a lot about it. I really don’t know how to say this- are you seeing someone else?”

He says and takes a sip of water to avoid eye contact.

“What, no?! Why would you think I would?”

Your heart beats faster by the way he starts to look a bit pissed and annoyed.

“As I said before, we both have been busy and it feels like you’ve been avoiding me for the past 3 weeks”

Diluc says in a bit tensed way and now making eye contact. You don’t know how to respond so you look at the TV. It has been a few stressful weeks and now he’s pissed at you for what reason? ‘Me seeing someone else, huh he must be kidding’ you thought to yourself.

“Huh, so you don’t even wanna respond. Who are you talking to? And don’t say no one because i’ve heard your WhatsApp notifications blowing up your phone.”

Diluc says standing up and trying to calm himself but clearly fails. You stare at your feet getting a bit scared but also really annoyed by his actions towards you.

“I’ve been messaging Jean. And what about it? Don’t want me to talk to my friends? hm?”

You respond and stand up like Diluc to make eye contact with him. Which causes you to make your head hurt from all the stress building up from the past weeks.

“Jean, that much? I don’t believe you, not even for a second. No really, what’s his name, the guy you’re talking to.”

Diluc is so vulnerable at the moment but can’t show it because he don’t want to be seen as weak and bothered by you cheating on him.

“I. AM. NOT. SEEING. ANOTHER. MAN.”

You start to scream and now tears streaming down your cheeks. Wiping them off while frustrated at Diluc.

“Cmon I’m not that stupid, it’s clear that you’re seeing someone else- You’re on your phone all the time. Prove it to me if you’re so sure.”

Diluc says and looks down at you while you pick up your phone out of your pocket. His eyes widen at your actions. ‘Is she really going to show me her phone, hah now this relationship is over and I thought I could finally love someone.’ Diluc thinks while taking your phone out of your hands.

“Alright let’s check your WhatsApp first. Hmm, not many messages from Jean. Wait there’s a lot from your mom. Let’s see.”

Diluc opens the chat with your mom, he scrolls up to the day you and he started to become more distant from each other. 3 weeks.

“Hospital? what- what does this mean? I- W-what’s wrong with your mom?”

His heart starts to race at the thought of him being wrong and being angry at you for no reason.

“oh god, oh god babe I’m so sorry. Why didn’t you tell me?”

You look down with tears filling your eyes.

“she didn’t want people to know, and I don’t know why but she just didn’t”

you reply in a low voice.

“Oh god, I’m such a dumbass- I am so sorry babe, and here I am accusing you of cheating. I feel sick in the stomach”

Diluc says while wiping your tears and he starts to hug you.

“I’m so sorry, I love you”

“I love you too, dumbass”

Diluc hugs you, makes your favorite meal, and cuddles you to sleep that day. And the next day he visits your mom and gives her the flowers that you and he bought for her.

He truly loves you with his whole heart and do not betray him. He wouldn’t be able to stay alive after that.

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Note: I’m not that proud of this one but yk the first time with the genre :D Luv yall and take care<3

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genshinsidepiece · 2 years

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A Matter Of Trust

IDK what this is. In the middle of working on the Capitan stuff, Diluc decided to invade my brain with the concept of what would happen if the reader unknowingly captured him and this is the result. Possible Part 2 inbound.

This is Diluc when he was out whoring about for four or so years. Since he's younger, I like the idea that he's sassy and flirtatious, especially after a fight.

Warnings: Graphic Content (Blood and wounds), Implied Capture, Implied Prisoner, Implied Nudity, Light Bondage, Probably OOC for him

SFWish, 18+

You didn’t know where he had come from or who he was. All that you knew was that he had materialized while you had been gone and he was bleeding. It took a moment or two for your initial shock to wear off. Not the best reaction considering he was badly wounded, but what else could you do? You lived alone, in the middle of nowhere. It wasn’t every day that an incredibly handsome stranger turned up in your house, let alone unconscious on your bed. You had to get past the sight of him before you could ever start to help him. The face of an angel, broad shoulders, long muscular legs, and hair that was the color of fire. He was magnificent. He was also half dead.

Snapping out of your stupor, you set your basket down on the floor, rushing over to his side. While his clothes were practically coated, your initial assessment revealed that not all of it was his. The main source of his blood was a deep cut on his left side. You would regrettably need to undress him to see if there were any other wounds hiding under his heavy waistcoat and shirt. “Sir?” He didn’t respond. You pressed your hands into his chest, giving him a little shake in the hopes that would help. “Sir, please.” Another shake. “I’m going to remove your jacket and vest. Is that alright?” Again, nothing. He just continued to lay there, his brow growing paler by the second. “Fine.” You began the struggle of getting his jacket off. “But if you wake up, don’t be mad. I did ask.”

Undressing him was a ghastly affair. In part because he was an entirely unwilling participant. Even with his athletic figure, he was still heavy for you. His arms refused to cooperate when it came to the tight sleeves of his overly ornate jacket. His torso flopped the second you let go of him. You would have had an easier time wrestling a dead puffer fish. It took every ounce of strength you had just to get his jacket off. By the time you were done, you, your clothes, the bed and him were all covered in a mix of fresh and congealed blood. The sight made you gag slightly. As a small measure of revenge, you tossed the cursed jacket aside, taking the thunk of the chains on the floor as a personal victory. Good riddance to it. Thankfully the rest of his clothes were less of a challenge. Even with the heavy gash in the rich fabric, the leather straps of the waistcoat unbuckled with relative ease and you were finally able to get to his body. Another small victory. In any other case, you would have celebrated that fact. In this one, all you could do was groan.

The laceration in his side was long and it was deep. You guessed it had been made with a sword, but you had to wonder. There was a Fatui camp over the next ridge. The deep burns on his shirt and around the edges of the wound made you wonder if he hadn’t run into one of them. It also made you wonder if they were looking for him. The thought alone made you pause. The last thing you wanted was to be arrested for aiding a potential criminal. Your friends were few and far between out here. The one neighbor you did know wouldn’t help you. The rest wouldn’t bother to wait for you to be gone before they looted your cabin. But the alternative was to let him die. Surely you couldn’t do that, could you?

Your eyes went back to his face. They traced over his handsome features while you silently questioned what you should do. Letting him die was wrong. You knew it was, but you also had to think about yourself. If he had gotten in a scuffle with the Fatui, then it would be both of your heads if they found him. But that was a big if. Surely if he had they would have been here by now, right? Maybe he wasn’t what you thought. Maybe he was a soldier or a mercenary that was just passing through. Maybe he had been attacked by treasure hoarders. “Archons-” You rubbed the bridge of your nose in frustration. There were too many what ifs to justify doing anything but helping him. You had no other choice.

Pushing off the bed, you made a b-line for the medicine cabinet in your small kitchen. He needed a poultice and some stitches. As for the rest, you could ask him how he got into this mess later, if there was a later. For now, you knew you had enough supplies to get him through the night, but you would need to restock come the morning. You rolled your eyes at the thought of dealing with the Fatui soldiers who seemed to occupy the roads these days. Archon forbid they stopped you and began to ask questions, especially when you were on your way home. If they were looking for him, then a basket full of medical supplies would be a dead give away. You could worry about that later. For now, all you could do was do your best to keep him alive.

Thankfully when the morning came, the roads had been empty of soldiers. Thankfully you had been able to get up to the local outpost without incident or question. Only the owner had raised an eyebrow at your purchase and that was simply due to the amount that you were buying. You offered no explanation as to why. You just quietly placed everything in your baskets and went on your way. Your only topic of conversation had been about the Fatui camp that had been wiped out by an unknown vigilante a day or so prior. Apparently carnage and fire had rained down on your region’s unwelcome guests.

Carnage. Your new housemate had been covered in blood when you had found him. Aside from the wound on his side, he had been relatively unharmed. It proved not all of the blood was his Fire. In addition to the blood, his clothes had also been singed in whatever battle he had fought. You had dismissed it to running into a Pyro agent. You clung to that theory until you fully undressed him. That’s when you found the delusion on him. It left a bitter taste in your mouth.

Three days you watched over him. Three nights you silently prayed that you were wrong. That it was a case of mistaken identity. But in your heart, you knew it wasn’t. His body was rife with scars from other battles. The weapons on his person, including the giant claymore and the delusion proved he was deadly. The man, whoever he might be, was dangerous. The entire situation was dangerous. You needed to do something to protect yourself and you needed to do it before he woke up.

Diluc felt exhausted. His last memory was of stumbling his way towards a small house after taking a strike from the business end of a pryo agent’s attack. After that everything was a mixture of reality and fantasy before it all went dark. The only thing he could discern was that to his relief, he was warm and dry. The feeling of a comfortable mattress and soft sheets added to his feeling of safety, though the lack of clothes was an odd sensation. Whoever owned the house must have helped him while he was unconscious. He could feel the bandages rubbing against the skin of his torso. There was a slight sting from the wound, but wasn’t entirely unpleasant. He went to touch it, only to find the resistance of his hands being bound to what he could only guess was a headboard. “Hm?” He twisted his wrists, feeling the bite of a rough rope against them. It was an peculiar sensation in his groggy state. Maybe he wasn’t as safe as he initially thought.

Slowly, Diluc opened his eyes a little more, testing his bonds once again. The ropes were loose around his wrists and the knots were poorly tied. His captor wasn’t a very good one. He worked his lithe fingers against his bindings, finding they would be easy to undo if he needed to, but for now he left them be. He had been tied up for a reason. Diluc found that reason when he noticed the sword that was pointed directly at his face. “Oh” He looked you up and down pleasantly surprised by what he saw. As far as being held hostage, he could think of far worse circumstances to wake up to than you. “Hello.” You didn’t answer him. You just stared at him, scared out of your wits. He could tell based on how hard the tip of the sword was shaking. It was a little unsettling, but not unwarranted. The issue was that even if you held the sword wrong, the last thing he wanted was to be stabbed, again. Not after you’d gone to the trouble of getting him well.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” Diluc blinked steadily, his eyes continuing to scrutinize the situation. You weren’t a threat to him. Even with his weapons and delusion on the other side of the room, he could easily disarm you. It wouldn’t take much. All he would need would be to get hold of one of your wrists and your positions would be reversed in a matter of seconds. It wasn’t something he was opposed to. He decided you would look cute tied to your own bed. You would look better tied to his at home. It had been awhile since his last tryst. He wouldn’t mind you moaning under him while he… “W-why are you smirking at me like that?” He blinked again, his thoughts and his attention coming back to the present. “I apologize. I -” He feigned contemplating an excuse for a second before he continued on. “I was thinking of something else for a moment. It was entirely ungentlemanly of me.” He purposefully kept his voice even, in the hopes it would calm you down. It didn’t. You just insisted on standing there, eyes wide with fear while you held the sword level with his face. “Tell me, do you intend to stay like that or will you perhaps take me at my word that I have no intention to harm you?” “I don’t know that.”

Diluc raised an eyebrow at you. He was entirely surprised by that answer. You appeared to be such a meek little thing. The fact that you hadn’t crumbled in front of him intrigued him more. You could be fun. “There’s a fatui camp not far from here. You dress like them. There’s also a rumor going around at the local outpost that a vigilante burned it to the ground.” He shifted his hips slightly, his smirk returning. Diluc could help but be slightly impressed. “You’re well informed. It is bold of you to make an assumption I’m connected to either based on the few words we’ve just shared. I’m a simple traveler, nothing more.” “It’s not exactly an assumption when you had a map to it in your jacket pocket.” Diluc let out a small chuckle. “It’s rude to go through people’s things you know, especially when they’re unconscious.” “Injured or well, it’s rude to take over people’s homes when they aren’t home.” Touche. “Your clothes were covered in blood. I emptied the pockets to wash them for you.” He felt slightly grateful for that. It saved him the trouble of doing it later. “Even if I hadn’t, you have a delusion and the outpost owner told me the flames from the attack could be seen for miles. He said he’d seen a man with bright red hair pass through a day or so before everything happened. You bought produce from him.” He watched you take a deep breath. “I’m not interested in any trouble from the Fatui or you.” “That is a tad awkward since I’m currently bound to your bed. I’m sure it would make some Fatui underling’s year if they found me like this. No doubt you would get a handsome reward if you decided to turn me in.” You swallowed, the edge that had been lingering in your voice softening slightly. “I’m not going to turn you in. I don’t want you here, but I know what they do to prisoners. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone.” A sense of relief washed over him. It eliminated the worry of fighting his way out in his current condition, but it didn’t answer the burning question of what you did intend to do with him.

For the moment he was happy to play your little game, but he knew it would get old, fast. He also couldn’t run the risk of the Fatui finding him here. It was all well and good to joke about it now, but news would spread across the camps in the region. Eventually someone would want revenge. The last place he wanted it to be was here and naked when they did.

“So….” He lightly shrugged his shoulders. “What now? I am still at your mercy.” You bit your lip as a sign of doubt. The answer was you didn’t know. This wasn’t a normal thing for you. The signs were all there. Tying him up and holding him at sword point after he had woken up was nothing more than a precaution for you. It was likely you had thought he was going to die at one point. But he hadn’t. Now you were at an impasse as to what to do with him. You were alone and in your eyes, Diluc knew he was a threat. He knew you were worried he would hurt you or worse. Part of him was slightly insulted, but he didn’t blame you. It had been a risk to help him at all. You didn’t want to be rewarded with injuries of your own.

Shifting again, Diluc winced as he tried to resettle into a comfortable spot. The sword lowered slightly at his sign of pain, but it didn’t go away. “Are you-?” His eyes found yours again, finding that the fear had melted into worry. “It’s nothing.” He lied. “May I offer a suggestion since you seem unsure?” The tip of the sword moved, a clear motion for him to continue. “You untie me and give me at least my pants back. Though if you prefer me naked and at your disposal, I’m sure we could make arrangements. I do owe you for saving my life” A light blush crept across the apples of your cheeks. It was adorable. “I promise to be on my best behavior if you do decide to release me.” Another lie. He would behave as long as you did, provided he couldn’t lure you into bed with him. Then all bets were off. “What assurance do I have that you’ll be true to that promise? I don’t know you.” Diluc lightly chuckled again. “Nor I you. I’m sure I found this place quite on accident. You could have turned me in while I was unconscious or worse let me die. But you didn’t. Instead you nursed a known vigilante back to health.” You chewed your lip again. “Now you have me in a weakened position. You could easily take that sword across my throat and I wouldn’t be able to stop you. A poor return on your investment if you ask me.” He paused to offer you another sly grin. “You won’t turn me in, I doubt you’ll kill me, so that leaves you the option of keeping me tied to your bed for the rest of our lives or letting me go.” In the distance, you both heard thunder rumble. An ill omen given the present situation. “I suppose it all comes down to trust, doesn’t it?” He watched you turn your attention back to him. “So my lovely captor.” The term of endearment grated on you slightly. “Do you trust me?”

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st-arlite · 1 year

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baking time!

☆ | character: diluc

☆ | heads up: gn!reader, can be romantic or platonic, reader's bad at baking 🤭🤭, pretty long??? is this long???

☆ | author's note: was this a bug or something,, I wasn't getting any likes until recently 😭. I thought of putting kaeya as well but it was too long

diluc had been a lot more busy recently... then suddenly, he had lots of time to use! his free time was nothing to question when he knows exactly what to use it on. lets for make up for your time lost together, shall we?

you often visit his winery at a certain time every afternoon. during those times, you accompany him while he works.

diluc had lots of things to work on last night. so, with his sudden burst of energy (as we all have at like 3 am) he decided to continue working before going to bed. of course, he'll expect you to scold him after that.

he finished one, two, and think of going back to bed. oh, not yet. five, eight, twelve...

huh? it seems we're all done... somehow.

he was surprised, but glad anyway.

the next day, he unexpectedly had lots of time on his hands.

it didn't even take him a moment to think of a way to spend it. he knew exactly what to do.

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you went to the winery as usual. you always found the walk from the city to dawn winery calming. that's a contributing factor as to why you often visit. but of course, the main reason always is to chat the day away with diluc.

there's nothing better than sitting near the fireplace, and talking about anything that crosses your mind. it doesn't even have to be anything interesting. anything is intriguing when you talk with diluc. you smile, thinking about all the different kinds of strange things that you talked about with him.

your thoughts were interrupted when you saw that nobody was in the lobby. diluc would always be there, since he knew you'd come at around this time. what happened now..?

all your worries were replaced with shock when you saw diluc in an apron, holding a wooden spoon. the kitchen was fully prepared for... baking, with bowls and all kinds of baking utensils on the counter. he looked at you and gave you a faint smile.

"y/n, I've been expecting you. do you want to assist me?"

you grin.

and so, the game begins.

laughing and yelling echoed throughout the kitchen every second. diluc was great at cooking, so naturally, his baking skills are exceptional as well. that's why he's very organized.

you, on the other hand... oh dear, did you just put salt instead of sugar..?

"there's even a label," he teased, looking over your shoulder at the bowl you shall now call, "failure number three".

"shut up!" you laugh, elbowing him away.

this time, he watched you so you don't put in anything else again. he snorted time to time at your desperate attempts, but finally gives in to your pouts and assists you.

while you both waited for the oven, you went and played chess, as always. he'd win every. single. time. but still, it doesn't tire you. diluc always makes surprise moves, so you do your best to consistently stay vigilant. in those times when you aren't though, is when he strikes.

"checkmate!"

"darn!"

at last, the cake finished baking, and you both soon decorated it.

it was a two-layered chocolate cake with white cream on the insides and more on its exterior. it looked lavishly beautiful, and you could probably stare at it for a very long time, despite a few faults you could see here and there. the top had dots of black swirled cream circled at the sides, with a little wonky smiley face in the center. you smiled at the memory of you struggling to squeeze the cream out of a piping bag.

but you two finally done it, even though you both or just you hahhaha... ha ha made a few mistakes from time to time. talking about time... it's almost evening already...?

in the end, you and diluc were really full after dessert. diluc gave the rest of the cake to the maids. oh, let's not forget elzer as well.

you two had lots of fun today. now it's time for you to rest.

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『 The Museum 』

✧ Zhongli x y/n

✧ Fluff & a teeny bit of angst

✧ Modern au

It was a Friday night. Just got home from work. I was one of the assistants of the Liyue Qixing. I felt so drowsy that I wanted to sleep for days. Had to work overtime because of a delayed meeting. I probably should take a shower, then go to sleep. Ah, and tomorrow is my 'museum date' with Zhongli. Better set my alarm to 8.30am so that I won't wake up too late.

I went to the bathroom to take a quick shower before going to sleep. I could see the visible dark circles under my eyes. How many days have I gone with such little sleep? I don't remember, I lost track... I had to take many cups of coffee every night I had to work overtime. By the time I was finished, I reached home at about midnight and I had to go to work at 6 and that's all without eating a proper 3 meals a day. Most I get is a half meal. There are no restaurants near my office, very inconvienient. Had to go to places by car. Traffic jam everywhere during lunch hours giving me only less than 15 minutes to eat and that includes ordering food. I usually take the food back to the office with me but I rarely get the chance to finish it all. Work-life balance they said. I often sleep after a supper of instant noodles, my saviour. Its unhealthy, I know, but there wasn't any other option. I turned the water heater on and took a quick shower without washing my hair. After my shower, I got changed into my pajamas. I dragged myself to my room, eyes half lidded. My room was just like a mini library but with a bed, 2 wooden bedside tables and a wardrobe. There was a window beside my left bedside table, giving me the not-so-pleasant view of the dark alleyways. My whole room was decorated to have a library aesthetic like the library in the headquarters of the Knights of Favonius in Mondstadt. I made sure the air conditioning in my room was cool enough, switched off the lights and tucked myself into bed. I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep. The sound of cars passing by, the subtle whir of the air conditioner fan, was like a lullaby to me. I fell asleep not long after...

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I woke up to the buzzing of my phone's alarm. 8.30am. I felt like I wanted to sleep more but I knew I shouldn't. I reluctantly got out of bed and went to wash up. The soft tapping of the rain made me want to sleep for some more but I made sure I didn't. I had to leave at about 9am in order to make it to the museum by 10am. The museum only took 15 minutes to reach on foot but I should arrive early in case there would be some unforseen circumstances.

I went to check my phone on the bedside table. Emails from work, 5000 steps...ah! Zhongli's message!

Today

Unread messages

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Zhongli:

Hello, y/n. Are you awake?

Sorry to disturb... 😅 8.00am ✓✓

Would you like to have breakfast

at a café nearby the tea house? 8.02am ✓✓

Me:

Hi, Zhongli, sorry for the late reply.

Just woke up. 8.35am ✓✓

reply to Would you....

╰┈➤ Yea, that sounds nice~ 8.35am ✓✓

Zhongli:

There aren't many people at this hour. 8.35am ✓✓

Me:

I should be ready by 9. 8.36am ✓✓

Zhongli:

Do you know the café? I can send the location to you if you need it. 8.36am ✓✓

Me:

Yeah, I've been there before.

Starry Café right? 8.36am✓✓

Zhongli:

See you there then. 8.36am ✓✓

Me:

See you :D 8.37am ✓✓

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My hair still messy, I went to the kitchen to get a glass of warm water. My half opened eyelids squinted to pour the warm water into a small glass. I got changed to the same clothes I wore last week to the tea house. All my other clothes were in the washing. I combed my hair neatly and placed a brown, velvet beret on my head. It was about 8.45 after I got dressed. I headed out of the apartment and went to the café. It wasn't far from here but about 5 to 10 minutes away on foot. I walked past the boutiques, flower shops, restaurants... I could see the café from a few blocks away. I wondered if Zhongli had arrived yet?

I opened the door and heard the subtle ding of the bell amidst the sound of cars passing by. I saw Zhongli at the right end of the café, he waved to me. I walked over to his table. It was a table for two. He was wearing an ivory black turtleneck under a brown trench coat and a pair of black slacks. He hasn't ordered anything yet.

"Here's the menu. What would you like to eat?" He questioned.

"Mmm, I would take a croissant and a cafe latte."

"I will go to the counter and order then."

The food came not long after. I got my awaited croissant and cafe latte. Zhongli got was the cafe's breakfast set. It looked like a lot but he finished it in no time. I took a look at the time on my phone. 9.30am.

"We finished breakfast but it's only 9.30am."

"The walk from here to the museum should be around 15 to 20 minutes."

"Maybe we can have a little chat while we're at it, haha."

We left the café and went to the museum. There were a lot of fancy boutiques in this area but most of the clothes are too expensive for me to afford. There were some autumn trees planted by the curb of the roadside. We walked on the left side of the road. I glanced to my left. Zhongli's coat resembled a billowing cape, the features on his face, angular and sharp. The wind running through his long, amber brown hair like a dragon's tail. The autumn leaves floated in the air as gusts of wind puffed in and out.

"Y/n, is anything the matter?"

Oh shoot, did I look for too long? I could feel my face reddening out of embarrassment. Uh, I should just, brush it off. TOTALLY NOTHING HAPPENED...

"Ah, i-it's nothing..."

I automatically turned away and looked to anywhere but him. How could I make myself calm down. I focused on the museum up ahead. It was very...square. Looked like a giant box of chocolates. We arrived in front of the museum. It's facade of wooden details carved into its walls, fine and intricate. As we entered through the large doors, we were greeted with a towering, bronze statue of Rex Lapis. I looked up in awe. The line for the Ancient Liyue Relics exhibit was nearly empty. We got entry tickets in no time.

When we entered the exhibit, there were many relics from the time of the Archon War and The Great Cataclysm. I was intrigued by the brown, square cup inside one of the glass casings. It was said that Morax used to bring those cups during every reunion of the gods and adepti of Liyue. The geo symbol on the cup looked identical to that of Zhongli's iris.

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'Morax, why do you keep bringing those square cups? We already have enough teacups to go around'

'I guess he just likes anything square'

Everyone burst into laughter. Today was one of the reunions among us adepti, and one of the happiest as well. Marchosius brought a lot of food this time. I wasn't sure if we could finish it all. I felt quite full already. Little Ganyu eats a lot. She is so cute and chubby I wish I could just pinch those cheeks! The weather is rather nice, its cooling and a bit cloudy. If only everyday was like this...

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Was I an adeptus in a previous life? Wait...that child with horns looked familiar...THAT'S MISS GANYU, ONE OF MY SUPERIORS! Couldn't believe she looked that cute as a child. From hearsay, my colleagues said that she was about 3000 years old. And Zhongli was holding this exact cup. No, this had to be a coincidence.

"Y/n? You look puzzled"

He crossed his arms and leaned against the glass casing, looking at me with curious eyes. I hoped that thing doesn't break.

"Probably because I never seen this before"

I gave out a nervous laughter. Zhongli had an odd resemblance to Morax, the square teacups were similar to that in the exhibit. I turned to my right and saw a painting. An interpretation of the adepti's reunion perhaps? It looked similar to the 'flashback' I received.

"That painting was painted a long time ago. Even the Liyue Qixing have a hard time dating back this painting."

"Ooh, this painting does looks accurate though"

"Accurate? How so?"

"A-Ah, a slip of tongue. I meant amazing, yes. Amazing."

"Oh, I see..."

Zhongli's pov

Y/n is being awfully suspicious. She talked about that painting as if she had seen it in real life. How would she know anything about it? There is very little known information other than myths passed on by elders.

Y/n's pov

I walked past the square cup to see the cleansing bell being kept in the same type of glass casing as well. I could hear a lovely melody play in my head. It sounds better than that of the renowned composers.

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"True music is an expression of the soul, not from some mechanism, Guizhong."

"Dear Ping, my cleansing bell is on par to human composers. Some say my cleansing bell is superior."

"Morax, you have to put an end to this petty argument. It has dragged on for far too long."

Morax and Cloud Retainer made a verdict from a hilltop not far from us. He confiscated my cleansing bell. My cleansing bell. He designated it for ceremonial use so that Streetward Rambler and I would stop arguing over some 'petty belief'. I have taken my concentration to a new invention, the Obscuro Vulpes Mechanism!

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The Obscuro Vulpes Mechanism looks like the real-life version of the Guizhong Ballista taken straight out from a history textbook. I think I would have a hard time pronouncing that. And the famed Cloud Retainer in human form?! This was too much for me to digest in one sitting.

Zhongli's pov

Y/n looks more confused now. She shook her head multiple times. I wonder what was going on inside that head of hers. She hasn't asked me anything since we entered the exhibit. Her reaction was not quite what I expected. Sigh Looking at these 'relics' reminds me of the good old days... Residing in the Guili Assembly, overlooking a field of glaze lilies with Guizh- Lover's...Oath?

Y/n's pov

I haven't heard this piece before. It sounds comforting and soothing to the ears. But who in their right mind would sneak a guzheng into a museum exhibit? I doubt security didn't notice someone dragging a big wooden thing into a state of the art museum.

"Zhongli, what is this piece? I haven't heard this before."

"It is one of Liyue's classical pieces, also happens to be my favourite one of all."

"I don't think it's from the sound system. Sounds like someone is playing a guzheng. I think it comes from further inside the exhibit."

Out of curiosity, I followed the footsteps of the melodious tune and found an old lady playing the guzheng in front of a painting of a glaze lily field.

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It was the first night of Lantern Rite and people sent lanterns to the sky. The dark sky illuminated with a warm glow. Morax and I were watching from a field of glaze lilies nearby Guili Assembly. We were having a 'picnic' or so called, by mortals. I brought a basket of lotus paste mooncakes to eat. Zhongli brought a freshly brewed pot of osmanthus tea. I could hear a sweet sounding tune coming from the direction of Guili Assembly but I didn't know who played it.

"A toast to a prosperous new year" Zhongli raised his cup.

I raised by cup and took a sip. The osmanthus tea was calming and soothing to the senses. I felt like I could fall asleep there and then. I wish for a prosperous new year as well.

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That was... Lantern Rite... What's with me and glaze lilies? That music, it sounds similar to what that old lady is playing. I watched as she rhythmically plucked the strings of the guzheng, it tells a story for itself.

Zhongli's pov

This old tune makes me want to reminisce about her. After all those years, her death still haunts my soul.

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"Guizhong, no... no..."

She laid in my arms, knowing that her return to the dust was nearing.

"Morax, promise me this... that you will continue to live a full, prosperous life as the Archon of geo and become a god that the people of Liyue will look up to in the many years to come." She said with tears on the verge of escaping her glass-like eyes.

"I will..."

She gave a soft grin, cupping my face with her frail hands.

"Always remember that wherever I will be...I love-" Her last words got cut off. She turned to stone right before my very eyes... I shook her stone body, hoping she would wake up. Her lifeless body, giving me the most loving smile in all of Teyvat...

"GUIZHONG, WAKE UP! Please...stay with me..." I was in shock that she just died. She was dead. No, this couldn't be happening, no, no....

I hugged her for the last time. The glaze lily I gave her was still in her hair.

"Guizhong...I love you too..." I whispered into her ear as tears flooded my eyes. I cried out to the heavens, hoping they'd bring her back...

I got up in front of Guizhong's lifeless, stone body. Bowing to pay my respects.

"Take the people south, we will set up a new city. It is far too dangerous to stay here."

I held back the last of my tears. I had to lead the people of Liyue to a safer place, where they will prosper for a long time. The remaining adepti and I took the people to the coastline of Liyue, south of Guili Assembly. Guili Assembly is no more. All that is left of it was the ruins of our past and the joyful memories of old.

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Someone's pov

I looked up from my guzheng after I finished playing. Morax and Guizhong? Wait...GUIZHONG???

"Guizhong...is that you, perhaps?"

Y/n's pov

Me? Guizhong? Who even is Guizhong? These 'memories' were so confusing. I didn't remember any of these and they didn't look like they were in Liyue Harbour.

"I'm not sure, maam"

"Oh, you remind me greatly of her, haha. Our bickering about opinions of music... the small little things in life might be the ones you appreciate most..."

She spoke with the wisdom of millenias of knowledge. I got another sudden 'flashback'. I didn't know what they were about. It was just so chaotic. Everything happened too fast. I couldn't understand the context of it. A lot of people were crying, then it all fades to black...

"Y/n, are you okay? You seem deep in thought."

"I'm fine...but..."

"'But' what?"

"Who is this 'Guizhong'? I kept getting these weird 'flashbacks' where people kept calling me 'Guizhong'. Zhongli, you were there as well, or some who looks like you." I hesitated to continue. What if he thought I was crazy?

"'Guizhong' hmmm? You said I was there as well..."

"Yeah! There was one where a lot of people stood in a circle around me, crying. You were the one closest to me, you called me 'Guizhong' as well."

"What else do you remember?"

"Mmm, there was one where we sat in a field of glaze lilies watching the lanterns float up during Lantern Rite. You also tucked a glaze lily into my hair, you smile was as sweet as a plate of almond tofu."

"Guizhong passed away many many years ago...but I do miss her."

"Wait...so you're saying that YOU ARE MORAX, THE ARCHON OF GEO?!"

"Hush, no one else should know. The lady that played the guzheng there is a fellow adpeti, Madame Ping, as you might know her."

"Ping? ... The one I argued with about music?"

"After all these years, we meet again, old friend."

"So, who was Guizhong, Zhongli?"

"Guizhong was our friend and fellow adepti also know as Haagentus, Lord of The Dust, ironically. I suppose you do have some recollection of her memories."

"So, basically speaking, I am Guizhong?"

"Her reincarnation probably."

I tried to process this information. That I was a reincarnation of a god. A god. Was it fate that led me to him? Me, a god. How could that be possible? I was still shocked, blankly staring into the painting of glaze lilies. I still couldn't imagine this. Like it all wasn't real yet so realistic. Even if I was a god, I'm no longer one, I'm just a mere human now...

"Was all that hard to digest? You look stunned."

"Maybe we could talk it over a cup of tea." I chuckled. "I still wondered how you managed to sneak in a guzheng almost as tall as you into a museum exhibit, Madame Ping."

"People won't notice an old lady like me, but a someone playing the guzheng in a museum exhibit is truly something out of the ordinary."

"Will I regain all of her memories?"

"Eventually, maybe."

Me. An actual god. I mean a reincarnation of one but close enough. When I was in highschool, I remember that one of the history lessons taught about the Archon War. There was a god that died, I suppose that was me? It didn't give much detail on it, I think I forgot most of it. I wonder how must it have been to live as a god residing in the Guili Assembly. When would I regain all my memories? Maybe I should go somewhere to trigger it? Or look at something like the square cups? How would my parents feel? That their daughter was a reincarnation of a god. Would they be proud of me or disown me as a lunatic? Did the heavens take pity on us and reincarnate me thousands of years later? Was I really a god? Or was I imagining it all? I could tell, really. I would let time show me the rest.

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The End

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