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Soulmate Mark!AU (The mark is either be a name or a picture that hints to who the soulmate is)

It is common knowledge in Teyvat that everyone gains a soulmate mark sometime in their lifetimes.

Reader's soulmate mark appears during the night of her most recent birthday, linking her to a certain former Sixth Harbinger.

What is not so commonly known is that the soulmate mark can change; when something happened that not only shatters the affected person's trust and belief in their partner, it also makes them unable to accept their partner anymore.

When Reader catches Wanderer cheating on her with Haypasia, she wakes up the next morning to a new soulmate mark on her arm that matches either Alhaitham, Kaveh, Cyno or Tighnari (who I call the Sumeru 4).

WANDERER ♡⊹˚ Constellations [SFW]

fem. reader (3rd person) ; angst. Soulmate Mark AU. cw for cheating, as well as possibly ooc characters oops- anyway Wanderer and reader don't end up together :(

3k words.

notes. Alright so as I've stated in my rules, I don't exactly dabble a lot in AUs, however I will make an exception for this since it's been sitting for so long on my askbox. Anyway I hope you enjoy ✧˖°

A soulmate could take on many shapes and forms, as well as hold different meanings. To some, a soulmate was bound to become one's life partner. To others, a soulmate didn't have to implicate romantic emotions, it simply being the other half of a puzzle that completed them on a platonic level. Whichever the case, all were aware that everyone in Teyvat shared someone special, for it was written in the stars.

Their one and only sign of who it would be came in the form of a small mark, a set of dots and lines that formed their set constellation. It had always been said that in Teyvat, under the stars there was a home for everyone. Everyone is their own unique person, signified by their own constellation that astrologers could reveal.

To [F/N], her own mark had come on her most recent birthday, at long last. The first thing in order of business was to schedule a meeting with a well known astrologer, hoping to find any other clues regarding her soulmate. It had become an unwritten rule to visit a reader of stars for two things - one, to know one's own constellation. After all, were they to meet their soulmate, they should know to identify it. The other, was to see if any other clues could be gathered regarding their other half. Only a selective few in all seven nations could add information to their search, and as such, consultations weren't cheap.

Nonetheless, with some of the mora she'd received on her birthday, [F/N] went. The older woman, who'd been incessantly recommended by many of her friends, thoroughly read through the lines that made up her mark, fingertip brushing the skin of her lower arm. She sought guidance with her magic, and after a while, she was finally able to give her what little information she could.

"Peregrinus." She'd revealed, the word being the title of her soulmate's constellation. It was a strange language, yet it was said it was the language the stars spoke in. "I see a figure… Tormented by past experiences, yet striving to move forth in one's own manner. Constantly moving, constantly uprooting themselves from any one setting."

[F/N] couldn't help but repeat those words in her head that day forward. Peregrinus. Peregrinus. Peregrinus. She dared not ever forget the name of her soulmate's constellation, for it was the key to finding out who they were. When memory began to play tricks on the specific words the astrologer had told her, she even decided to write them down on a simple notebook she carried with herself, patiently waiting for the day she and they crossed paths.

It had been on the Grand Bazaar in Sumeru City. [F/N] wasn't even certain anymore why she'd gone there, it was to get a few things on a list to aid her mother or something. That part of the memory was foggy. What hadn't been foggy however, was the moment she noticed her mark grow in grandeur, as if the stars in the constellation were signifying they were glowing. They were near, so near.

Her eyes had widened, head darting around as if looking for who it could be. She'd heard of all the stories of her friends, how they had met their soulmate in romantic ways. She wished to have such an encounter, yet amidst the chaos of the bazaar and the wish to not lose them among the crowd, she resolved to shout straight to the point.

"Peregrinus?! Peregrinus!"

People turned their way, some as if she were mad, others quickly understanding what that meant. Some offered her consoling and encouraging smiles, though most simply continued on with their day.

One single figure stopped, before finally turning in her direction. To her walked a young looking man dressed in elaborate clothes of a soothing blue, his skin like porcelain and eyes piercing, indigo in shade. His very figure, adorned with an elaborate hat, was difficult to miss, especially when she was in such high alert. The expression on his face was difficult to decipher, a small scowl across his pretty features, his eyebrows furrowed before he finally parted his lips.

"That's my constellation."

Yes, he was her soulmate. Words didn't seem to be his forté, the young man speaking with a gruff tone and words that could appear harsh at first glance. Well, [F/N] didn't take it to heart much, especially when thinking back on the words the astrologer had shared with her - tormented by past experiences, yet striving to move forth in one's own manner. Patience was something she quickly learned to deploy, calmly asking if they could move away to a quieter place. He'd agreed, and before long, he himself had shown his own mark carved on his arm. It was her constellation, the young woman naming it before he'd done so.

They shared a glance, a sea of emotions streaming through them. Hope, hesitancy, vulnerability. They'd found their one.

[F/N] had learned quickly her soulmate had no name. He'd had many, in his past, yet none mattered to him. He went by only wanderer, his will to attach himself to the world never quite strong. That was, until she'd come along. In truth, Wanderer had never quite expected he'd find his soulmate. Human life was so fickle after all, and could a puppet truly love? It was one of many thoughts that haunted his head, yet the patience [F/N] showed him sure showed itself to be more stubborn than his own stubbornness.

In the end, she'd won, and he had opened up the small crack she'd managed to break. Her wanderer slowly but surely shared more about himself, as well as a past name of his. One that he hadn't minded as much. One she quickled fashioned into her own name for him. Kuni. It felt… Odd, to hear her call him by it. It felt…. Strange... Foreignly warm.

Kuni hadn't ever shared everything with her. It was too much, and the way he'd become overwhelmed was understandable. She never pushed him much, instead allowing him to open up at his own pace. Instead she talked, and shared, and he listened. Despite his rough exterior, he'd proven himself to be a great listener, engaging her in conversation whenever she saw fit. They spent time together, they got to know one another, and eventually, Kuni had grown comfortable around her, at least enough to display public signs of affection such as hand holding.

Everything felt wonderful. Everything felt complete.

That was, until everything crashed down. Until her heart was broken in a million pieces.

"Kuni? Kuni I'm home! My boss told me I could-" [F/N] had announced, only to find their shared house empty. He wasn't in the living room, nor the bedroom, not even in the kitchen.

Strange, yet it wasn't enough to raise alarm bells. After all, he was free to leave whenever, and he wasn't expecting her to come back so soon.

So, she waited. And whilst waiting, [F/N] had calmly set the groceries on their kitchen table, sorting everything needed for the dish she wished to prepare. It was one of Kuni's favorites, him having taught her how to cook it. It was difficult perfecting Inazuman cuisine, yet for her lover, there was nothing she wouldn't attempt to do.

The rice was cooking, and the freshly caught eel she'd bought from the market was prepped. [F/N] was about to begin cooking when she heard the front door open. She couldn't even contain the smile from forming on her face as she cleaned her hands with her apron, grabbing the wooden spoon to stir the sauce before making her way to the kitchen door. There, she heard more than one voice. She stopped, and listened. It was a woman's voice, yet still, she didn't dare even question it. To [F/N], for all she knew, it was a friend! It had been difficult for Kuni to open up for others, and as such, she was more than happy for him.

"K-"

"Come, it's okay. She's not home."

The words stopped from coming out, the woman left stunned and frozen. Her eyes focused on nothing but the empty hallway ahead, the previous happiness slowly being morphed into foggy confusion. Giggles were heard following suit, and without even knowing what to do or what to say, it wasn't long until she heard sounds of kissing. It was loud, and obvious. Sloppy. Gross.

Suddenly everything felt nauseating. Her eyes were glossy, yet despite everything else, she moved. Whether due to denial, disbelief or rage, she wasn't sure. [F/N] simply moved, emerging from the small hallway to gaze up at her front door, wooden spoon still in hand as she pitifully stood there, clothes dirtied from the dish she wished to prepare for him. She stood there, unmoving, glancing up to the man that now stood at her front door, kissing another woman.

"Kuni?" She finally let out, loud enough for them to hear. Her voice was trembling, the tears pricking her vision.

She watched as the pair jumped in surprise, him practically shoving the other girl away before eyeing her with a surprised look. A look of guilt.

"[F/N]-"

"What are you doing? And who is that girl!" She cut him off, her voice fluctuating between anger and sorrow. Her hands hung low, the rage slowly boiling over as she tried to not jump at either of them.

"Look-"

"I thought you'd said she wasn't home." She heard the green haired girl whisper, it being enough to break her.

"How long has this been going on for!? How could you do this!"

"This means nothing, [F/N]." He outright scoffed, baffled that it would make her that angry.

"What do you mean this means nothing?!" It was the other woman's turn to shout, disbelief on her features. "That certainly wasn't what you told me last time we were together!"

"You piece of shit!" Tears were flowing freely down [F/N]'s face, their voices quickly raising and garnering attention from their neighbors.

A sudden sorrowful confrontation quickly turned into a screaming match, hurtful words being thrown as [F/N] ran down the hallway, arms flailing in an attempt to try and shove them out of her house.

Kuni's indifference turned to defensive dismissal, shouting back over how she shouldn't be that fucking mad, that it wasn't a big deal, that they were still soulmates. It had been that last one that utterly crushed her beyond belief, the pure anger evident on her face finally seeming to get through him.

"Shut. Up. Don't EVER call me your soulmate again! You talk to me about betrayal yet you have the gall to turn around and do this!" At that point they were outside, their neighbors watching on through windows or open doors as the sight before them unfolded. "Fuck off and stay away from my sight!"

"You're being dramatic, [F/N]-"

"You two better leave before I call the Corps of Thirty." Against all the rage she was feeling, [F/N]'s voice grew lower, colder. It was enough to finally get through them. They were no longer welcome.

And as such, with all eyes watching them in shame, they left. The young woman was left crying inside her house, the women that lived beside her coming to her aid when she felt ready.

That first night had been rough, and sure enough, many were to follow. Practicing her better judgment, [F/N] managed to not burn Kuni's clothing that same day, instead packing them before leaving them outside for him to take. She couldn't eat, she couldn't relax, she couldn't sleep. She could only let it out, crying for Archons knows how long before her exhaustion took over.

The following day, she couldn't even dare look upon the damned mark on her arm. She wished nothing to do with him, and at that point, even the house felt suffocating. It still smelled of him, his once comforting scent she'd grown to dislike. Before leaving for work, she remembered to leave her windows cracked open, hoping the breeze would sweep away his scent before she returned.

It was only during work she'd realized it, how the constellation upon her arm had suddenly changed. While at work she'd accidentally splashed water on herself, prompting her to change out of the long sleeved shirt she had brought to work. She didn't want to look, her eyes actively trying to glance anywhere but there, yet against all her efforts, her gaze jumped to the mark, and there she stayed. The six dots were now rearranged in a new order, the once seemingly symmetrical pattern now forming a new, undiscovered constellation.

Her heart was beating quickly, yet she wasn't sure it was due to good reasoning.

Not again, she thought.

[F/N] was hesitant to even give it much thought. Her heart was still broken to a million pieces, and it would take time to recover. She didn't really have the same excitement to seek out an astrologer to find out more, instead trying to distract herself.

Days turned to weeks, weeks passed on and morphed into months. By that point, [F/N] had calmed down, settled in somewhat. Still, she hadn't sought out any answers just yet. The thought still churned her stomach, yet her friends figured it was time for her to move on.

"How about I go with you after work?" A friend had proposed, smiling with encouragement. Fine, she would relent eventually.

"Alright… Only so you guys shut up about it." [F/N] pouted, her friend nodding along in victory.

Despite not having previously booked their appointment, they managed to successfully get their consultation later that evening. There was a clear lack of enthusiasm in [F/N]'s face, and even the older woman noticed so. Still, she went through with the same ritual, the answers she got prompting her to bloom a smile even prior to revealing them her answers.

She'd murmured the constellation's name, yet [F/N] had only halfheartedly heard it. It was what came after that peaked her interest.

"Discipline, loyalty. A king by their own right."

Her friend seemed far more giddy than she was. As they left the appointment, she couldn't exactly contain her curiosity.

"Isn't that far more appealing, [F/N]? I mean, a king? Only what you deserve, truly."

"Oh come on, you know how they tend to flower their words." The girl scoffed, a small smile still present on her face regardless. Sure, she wasn't exactly as thrilled as she was her first merry go round, yet still…

Perhaps, this time it would go better.

Days went on by, routine setting in. Work, home, repeat. [F/N] had gotten used to living by herself, slowly mending her own heart before readying herself for another try.

"Come on now, you're not going back home straight from work again are you?" Her friend had groaned, hands on her hips.

"Well I wanted to relax…" [F/N] pouted.

"I get it, I do, but you have to go out more. Fresh air will do you nice! How about a small walk through the Bazaar and then a stop at Puspa Café? My treat!"

"Ugh, fine…." She groaned, her friend cheering in victory before linking their arms together.

She had to admit, the walk felt… Refreshing. Nice. There was good conversation made, and before long, a treat at the Café was in order. The pair entered before noticing it was rather packed, their eyes looking around whilst looking for a table.

"Goodness, it's packed today. What's the occasion?" Her friend muttered, following the waiter that seated them.

"Ah, there's a small TCG event we're hosting." He explained with a polite smile, before taking their orders.

"Oh right, it's that game that has gotten so popular. Have you tried it before?" She asked her friend.

"Yeah, I have. It's fun, though I only pick it up occasionally." [F/N] hummed, looking ahead to the players while resting her chin on her hand. "Those guys seem to take it much more competitively."

"[F/N]-"

"Besides, it requires a lot of strategy and sometimes you just don't feel like thinking much? Some opponents will think like 5 steps ahead of you, so you really have to be in the zone."

"[F/N]."

"One time my boss found my deck out in the open and had it confiscated, too. That's probably why I haven't played it in a bit though-"

"[F/N]!"

"What?!" The young woman said startled, eyeing back her friend with furrowed brows. "Why are you-"

"Your arm!"

Slowly, her gaze lowered to the aforementioned limb, eyes finally landing on the constellation that had shown up months before. The dots replicated the same gleam as once they had, signifying that her new soulmate was close, very close.

"Oh shit…" She whispered.

"What are you still doing here, go on!" Her friend said eagerly.

"Go, go where?! What do you want me to do?" [F/N] stuttered, her face suddenly feeling hot.

"Oh I don't know, go to where all the people are?! On the other end of the Café!"

"And what am I supposed to do, stop their match to ask if one of them is my soulmate?!"

"Uhm, yeah???" Her friend crossed her arms, huffing impatiently. "Do you want me to do it for you? I know the name of their constellation, after all."

"No need!" [F/N] groaned in frustration, getting up from her seat and glaring at her now grinning friend. "F-Fine, I'll go there!"

With a huff, [F/N] made her way across the Café, slowly and hesitantly reaching the gathered crowd around the match that was apparently reaching its end. Those around the two players watched in awe, commenting on each move performed by the two of them. The young woman tried to remain calm, her eyes shifting around those whose arms were showing in a vague attempt at finding her own constellation marked on one of them.

"I have to say, it was a wonderful match. Though, I'll have to cut this short." One of them said loud and clear, his fingers picking up one of his own cards before placing it neatly in front of his adversary. "And with this… I believe I win the match."

"Oh, so the General was saving that for the end of the match…. Well played."

"Tsk…. I should've seen it coming." His adversary smiled humbly, nodding his head before the two of them shared a handshake. "Well played, General."

"You were great, too. I'd enjoy playing another round with you, next time."

"Oh, hello miss," A young man, dressed in Akademiya attire reached her side, smiling her way. "Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Oh, uh, yes." [F/N] blushed softly, tucking some hair behind her ear. "Is the match finished?"

"Did you wish to witness it? I'm afraid it is… Oh, but if you'd like, I can recap it for you?"

"N-No, that's okay, thank you though!" She shook her hand before gathering up her strength. "I'm here because… Well you see, my soulmate mark-"

"Ooohhh, I see." He was quick to catch on, nodding his head. "Please, feel free to inquire anyone present further, and good luck."

"Thanks…"

It certainly felt odd, reaching everyone so suddenly for such a question. Amidst that group of mostly young men, was her soulmate… She supposed that was enough justification for the way her heart was outright pounding in her chest.

And thus, her questioning began.

"Uh, excuse me? Is your constellation… Lupus Aureus?"

"Hi, sorry for the question, is your constellation Lupus Aureus?"

"You don't happen to have your constellation named Lupus Aureus, do you?"

She practically went through every student there, her friend patiently waiting for any outcome by her table. Her face at that point was burning, her heartbeat almost audible to those around her. By the end there weren't many left, and as the General Mahamatra himself was putting his deck away, the young woman took a deep breath and approached him.

Surely, it wasn't him. Surely someone as grand as the General had already found his soulmate, yet it didn't hurt to get it out if the way.

"Excuse me, General?" Her voice was soft when addressing him, him in turn humming softly before turning her way. "You don't… Happen to have your constellation be Lupus Aureus, do you?" There was silence on his end, prompting her to fill it with more talk. "Sorry, it's just- It's my soulmate's constellation, and while I was here my mark began to glow and… Well…"

The General Mahamatra was still quiet, his gaze piercing hers as his expression didn't shift. [F/N] almost felt like she should expect some sort of retribution for addressing him, his eyes nearly suffocating her with the aura of respect he presented.

"...Aureus Sirius?" He muttered out in a monotone voice, rendering her rather confused.

"H-Huh?" She breathed out.

"Aureus Sirius? Because that really is my constellation."

"...."

She needed time to process it.

Not the joke, the mere fact that it indeed was his constellation.

"...Get it?" The General mumbled, his face still not shifting. "Aureus because it's part of the name of my constellation, and Sirius because it's another constellation to which it's related to, according to the astrologer I visited."

It was her turn to be frozen in place, completely silent. Her eyes were now fixated on his, incredulous while still processing what he'd just said. The joke was absolutely terrible, and definitely not something she would've expected from the General Mahamatra. Still…. The way he went out of his way to explain it was what had broke her façade, a crack of a smile appearing on her face before she let out a huff of a laugh.

"Yes… Yes I do get it…"

"Funny, right?" He revealed a hint of a smile. Sure she could deny it, but before she were to say it, he cut her to the chase. "You laughed."

She had… Albeit not for the reason he hoped it was. Still, it felt like all the pressure of the situation had suddenly dissipated.

"I'm [F/N], and-"

"You're my soulmate." He softly cut her off, his eyes suddenly growing softer. It was like he felt relief to have finally found her. "Please, call my Cyno."

Cyno, the acclaimed King of Invocation TCG. Well, sure, turned out he really was a king of his own kind.

"Oh… Of course." [F/N] gave him a shy but sincere smile, holding her own hands whilst playing with her fingers in nervousness. "...Would you like to have a coffee with me?"

"Of course."

The way he glanced at her… Something in [F/N] told her this time everything would sail much smoother.

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captaincryolicious · 2 years

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Desert Scum

➳ Cyno x gn!reader

➳ Oneshot ; 1.5k

➳ Hurt/comfort ; Reader is being attacked

Helping out the chief of Aaru Village doesn't go according to plan, but Cyno is there to save the day. [20.10.2022]

Zep's Note ; This isn't much, just something small to see if I'm capable of writing for Cyno lol.

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Collecting scarabs for medicinal use was a noble cause, or at least that was what you kept telling yourself to keep the flimsy bits of motivation you had left from dissolving completely. You already caught a few, but it was a tedious task – even more so because these little critters knew very well how to bury themselves and hide in the dry sand of the desert. They outsmarted you with ease, and frustration was slowly getting the best of you. You had been here for a couple of hours now, judging from the sun’s lowering position, and the results didn’t please you. The wicker basket you brought with you was still fairly empty, the revenue wasn’t fantastic. The Village Chief would probably be disappointed when you would return to the village. Why did the old man ask you instead of someone more experienced in this field? Surely, there lived people in Aaru Village who were more agile in scarab-catching.

You heaved out a sigh, ambling through the loose sand without paying as much attention as you initially did. This job was tiring you, and on top of that you were beyond bored. It was as if those scarabs knew that you were looking for them, and you found not a single one anymore. Had a warning call resonated through the population? Or was it simply a case of inexperience and bad luck?

It’s for a good cause, you reminded yourself, knowing very well that the way you were staring at the sand at your feet was pretty much useless. You used the front of your shoe to stir the sand mindlessly. Well, six scarabs were better than no scarabs, right? You just had to look at it from the bright side.

Nah, six scarabs wasn’t all that bad for a rookie like you. You tried to muster up a sense of satisfaction. It was getting darker, and despite the short time you lived here, you knew very well that the desert was cold and perilous at night. It was about time you headed back to the village. The sun was already setting, and it wouldn’t be long until its warmth would dissipate.

You turned around, ready to pick up your basket, but a movement caught in your peripheral vision had you riveted to the sandy desert floor in fright.

Deep laughter broke through the silence, and sheer horror overtook your entire being as three men approached you. Their pace was leisurely, as if they only came for a little chat, but the malice in their sickening grins gave away that they weren’t there to play the nice guys. You were surrounded by a ternary of Eremites, and your heart froze over in fear.

“Well well, what do we have here,” the man in the front jeered, his hand ghosting over the grip of his dagger before he took it out of its confinements. “All alone in the desert, friend? Not a smart move, now you’re left at our mercy and we have none of that.”

They all laughed, as if the man just told a funny joke. It wasn’t even remotely funny to you, and you realized gravely the mistake you had made. You were terrified, and even more so, you were doomed. The setting sun sunk behind them, and they stood tall as stark silhouettes against the darkening sky. Their long shadows cast over you, wrapping you in the dark. You glanced around, panicking. Was there a way to escape? Could you possibly outrun them if you were to make a mad dash for it? The chances were slim, and you knew that. It was merely out of instinct that you desperately sought a way to flee.

“P-Please let me go,” you pleaded, but it only elicited another round of laughter.

Then there was a dagger under your chin, coaxing up your face as the Eremite soldier forced you to look at the malicious grin he wore. A sob escaped your throat as anxiety racked your body. Your heart pounded wildly and you closed your eyes. Just be done quickly, you silently pleaded. Every fiber of your being was expecting to die right there and then, for you had nothing that could possibly satisfy them enough to let you go. What could you offer them? Six scarabs?

“Just checking, kid,” the man spoke roughly. “Do you have anything of value with you? If not, we’ll just take you with us. Maybe that godforsaken village of yours is willing to pay a nice sum of Mora for you.”

A growl ruptured through the twilight sky, and a flash of purple set everything alight. With a yelp that held both surprise and pain, the Eremite who had you cornered flew backward and you sank to your knees, panting heavily. Thunder crackled all around you, bolts of purple lightning painting the sand a violet glow. Another man fell to the ground with a groan, and you gasped when you saw a familiar face engage in a deadly dance with his trusted polearm in his hands. He moved swiftly, the eyes of his Anubis mask glowing voraciously as the last man, too, fell to the ground with a cry of pain.

A pair of red eyes landed on you, partially hidden by the shadow of his mask, and your heart jolted in relief. They were smoldering with anger and bloodthirst, yet the familiarity of them warmed your body that had been chilled with fear before. He was breathing heavily, his bare chest rising and falling after having to fend off three skilled Eremites. You saw the relief in his eyes, despite the glowering hatred they held within, before he averted his gaze to look at the bodies that rested in the sand.

“Lay one more finger upon them and you’ll die by my hands,” he growled, and the tassel of his vicious spear caught the final light of the setting sun, shimmering dangerously. But his words fell upon deaf ears, for his opponents were long unconscious.

Cyno twirled his spear, burying the blade in the desert sand before coming over to you. He helped up your shaking form gently and slowly, supporting you to prevent you from collapsing again. You were still in shock, and tears welled up in your eyes when you looked at your savior.

“Fool,” he scolded you, his hands driving up to cup your tear-ridden cheeks. “Do you have any idea how worried I was when I heard that you left Aaru Village on your own?”

“I’m sorry,” you muttered with a frail voice, for it was all you could muster at the moment. “The Chief asked for help and–” you trailed off, knowing all too well that Cyno didn’t want to hear any excuses.

“You’re so naive, wandering off into the desert alone,” Cyno groaned, his red eyes – that were calmer now that he had you in his arms – glided over your being to check for any injuries. “These surroundings won’t treat you nicely, nor does the scum that roams here at night.”

He sighed, wiping your tears before his hands dropped to the small of your back. He pulled you closer, taking you into a soothing embrace. You instantly buried your face in his fluffy white hair, a strangled sob leaving your throat. For a few minutes, you simply stood like that, relishing in the feeling of safety that washed ashore. With his hands resting on your trembling figure, you finally grew a little more at ease. Cyno was there.

“You’re too kind, Y/N, putting yourself at risk for the sake of helping others,” he murmured, resting his cheek against the side of your head. “Next time, I’m going with you.”

You nodded; you liked that idea. There was no way that you’d ever set foot into the desert alone after tonight’s events, at least not for quite a while. You’d only venture into the vast plains of sand and sandstone when you had your Cyno by your side. The nauseating laughter of those Eremite soldiers still echoed in your mind, and you shuddered in your lover’s arms.

“I think I’ll catch a lot more scarabs with your help,” you attempted to joke.

Cyno didn’t laugh. He clearly wasn’t ready yet to bring a lighter note to this tense situation. Instead, he let go of you, opting to take your hand instead.

“Can you walk?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine now that you’re here,” you replied. “I just wanna get out of here as quickly as possible.” You allowed your gaze to wander towards the crooks that lay in the sand and pursed your lips. “I don’t wanna be here when they wake up.”

“It’s probably better for their sake if they won’t wake up for as long as I’m still here,” Cyno muttered darkly. He gave a gentle tug on your hand. “Let’s get you out of here, Y/N.”

You obediently followed him, more than happy to leave the desert behind and get back to the safety of Aaru Village. You had learned your lesson; the desert couldn’t be trusted. Cyno had warned you many times regarding the matter, but you only realized the weight of his words when you experienced it first-hand. You were so, so grateful that he showed up right on time.

Where would you’ve been without Cyno?

You didn’t even want to think about that.

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spiriteddreams · 1 year

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some meet-cute cyno fluff!! before i go cry over my midterm tmrw

the general mahamatra cyno doesn't put his trust in many people. he's learned the hard way that too many people will lie and backstab in sumeru, all for the sake of the pursuit of knowledge. he takes time before he lets people in, keeping up his fearsome facade until he feels comfortable to let down his walls.

and yet you came stumbling into his life, quite literally, running into him at the akademiya because you couldn't see in front of you with the stack of books piled up. papers flew into the air, books crashed on the ground, and a million apologies spilled from your lips as you scrambled to grab the fallen materials and ask if he was okay. scholars cowered and slipped away from the open hallway, whispering to themselves about how you would never see the light of day again, forced to to give up your position for running into the general mahamatra. cyno wants to roll his eyes at their words and snap back that it was an honest accident, but he's distracted when you say,

"you're cyno, tighnari's friend!" the grin on your face wipes away his previous thoughts. cyno. not general mahamatra. it sounds nice from your lips. admittedly, he's a little taken aback by the fact that you've simply gone and addressed him by name, but he won't tell you that it's a nice change, to be addressed simply as himself, and not a title.

"i am." he clears his throat, gathering some of the fallen books in his hands. "and you are?" he lets you introduce yourself, words tumbling from your lips as you fall into a mindless ramble about how you're close friends with the forest ranger and that you were simply running errands for him because he needed some books from the akademiya and didn't want to make the trip to sumeru city.

"i'm sorry i'm rambling." you look down sheepishly, "you make me nervous. wait, well, i mean you do, you're the general mahamatra! but tighnari said to not be scared of you, so, i'm trying not to." cyno isn't sure what to say to that, staying silent for a moment so he can let the words sink in.

tighnari said not to be scared of you.

he wants to laugh at his friend's words, but he chooses to offer you a warm smile, or as warm as he thinks his smile could look. you clear your throat at the silence and take a deep breath.

"i'm so sorry again for running into you like that, i promise i'm not always this clumsy!" you bow your head and move to step around him when his hand darts out to wrap around your forearm. you jerk backwards, the books piled in your arms wobbling dangerously. but cyno's immediately there, steadying them in front of you as he peers at you from around the books.

"could i meet you again?" he asks, watching as you stare at him, mouth parting slightly as if trying to process his words. that expression on your face is rather adorable, he thinks to himself.

"i know we're in the library, but i can tell you like me. you keep checking me out." cyno's rather proud of that joke but it makes your eyes widen. one second you're gaping at cyno, the next apologies are spilling out again. you can't help but feel that wave of panic washing over you. this was the general mahamatra for archon's sake! you apologize up and down and swear on the dendro archon that you didn't mean to be staring at him like that, but have you seen him and oh have you heard the rumours about him?

cyno places his hands atop of yours to stop your rambling, "it was a joke."

you pause, "a joke?" cyno presses his lips together. he's trying to choose his words carefully, despite the fact that he knows he sounds like a fool. tighnari would surely tease him if he found out about this.

"i was simply trying to lighten the mood." he clarifies, "but it seems as if i've cause panic instead. but my offer still stands, all jokes aside. could i meet you again?"

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two days later, cyno opens up a neatly folded letter sealed with green wax only found in the avidya forest.

cyno, for the sake of my sanity, and for everyone else's, please refrain from telling your jokes. (y/n) told me all about your encounter...

cyno flips the letter closed and rolls his eyes fondly. classic tighnari, stomping on his fun. but no matter, after all, he's seeing you in a day's time and he's absolutely certain he can sweep you off your feet with his newest jokes.

reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated! <3

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undermine-the-instinct · 11 months

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The Adventures of Bard!Reader!!! Masterlist

Cyno x Bard!Reader x Kaveh

A traveling bard from Monstadt has arrived in Sumeru to spread the love of art and dance! What awaits in the nation of wisdom and folly?

Chronological order (meaning I'm putting this in order timeline, not in order of when I publish.)

First impressions

Your welcome to Sumeru is not exactly warm.

Second Male Lead, Enter!

Getting chased by the General Mahamatra is normal for you now, so you gotta switch things up to keep him off your trail!! Meanwhile, you also make your first friend in Sumeru.

It Scratches on the Inside

Friend, work partner, boss, sugar daddy without the Daddy, you're not sure what to call him exactly. He's not an enemy to be sure, at least not your enemy.

One Step Forward, Two Steps To The Right

Cyno knows he should be extremely careful of you, you're sly and clever and always seem to be planning something, but he should have been more wary of the way you've slipped into his heart and mind.

• Crush or Chance?

If he's being honest, Kaveh has a bit of a crush on you. You came into his life and filled it with art and wonder-- that can't be just chance.

• Sweet Dreams are Made of These

Cyno dreams, even though he knows he shouldn't. Cyno dreams of you, of blood, of both shackle and scythe. You or Azar. Who holds his chains?

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animekpopsimp · 1 year

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Cyno with an adepti reader

The two of you meeting was something he didn't expect

Tighnari had insisted that the two of them travel to Liyue together, and though he was hesitant at first, Cyno eventually agreed

Liyue was a beautiful city, and he was fascinated by its history

The story of the adepti especially caught his attention, particularly the Yaksha

After exploring the city for a bit, Cyno decided to spend some time at the harbor

The area was peaceful, being that they're weren't many people out at the moment

Cyno is a naturally observant person so he notices another person sitting by themselves a distance away

He looks over and sees you sitting there, and at that moment the two of you make eye contact

Cyno doesn't say anything as he locks eyes with you

Nothing was said between the two of you, and neither of you dared approach the other

Cyno simply watched you until you waved, disappearing into thin air, catching him off guard.

He wasn't sure why, but even when the next day rolled around, he couldn't stop thinking about you

After spending some more time with Tighnari, he went off on his own to try and find you again

And to his surprise, he did

You were sitting atop a hill, staring down at the city below

It was then that he decided to approach you

You welcomed him to sit next to you, and at first, you didn't say much

After a moment, he told a joke, hoping to make you laugh

He was pleasantly surprised when you laughed

You introduced yourself, and so did he

Cyno asked why you were sitting all alone

He was surprised to learn that you were one of the two remaining Yaksha that watched over Liyue

Though after he got over his shock, he admired you're dedication to the safety of your home

He was hesitant to ask about your past, knowing it was probably a touchy subject for you

You told him the story of your fellow Yaksha, as well as Xiao, the only other living one besides you

The two of you spent a while talking, him telling you about Sumeru

Soon, the sun started to set and you had to go

Cyno watched you leave, silently hoping to see you again

Eventually, he and Tighnari had to head back to Sumeru

You didn't say goodbye, being too busy taking care of a camp of Hilichurls

Cyno smiled on the way home, happy to have met you

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haileyywrites · 1 year

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-> Cyno found himself with time to kill, so he wandered around Sumeru City where he happened to catch you dancing with Nilou

-> Pure fluff with Cyno just falling for you! Reader has no gender or pronouns mentioned! Cyno's work-partner is mentioned! No spoilers for anything!

Cyno rarely found himself with free time - and when he did, he would end up working anyway. His partner and the other Matra had noticed his workaholic tendency's, but none other than Taj had the courage to approach him about actually taking a break. Of course, he simply declined and turned back to his duties. That would have been the end of it were it not for Taj's insistence...

“Cyno, if you do not take a break now I will have to resort to less than ideal methods to make you. Take. A. Break. That's an order.” Taj wore a smile on his face, but his eyes were dead serious.

“Fine, fine. But only a short one, I have things to finish.” Cyno knew this was a battle he would not win and tactfully chose to retreat, for now.

Fresh air did feel pleasant after the countless hours he'd spent inside going over paperwork and such. The sun was shining high above, the plants and flowers were blooming and the wind brought with it a cool breeze. It was a perfect day for him to take a break. Just a short one.

The city was not as loud and hectic as some days, which was nice. Cyno could feel himself relaxing with every step he took, a small smile graced his features for a fraction of time. Not long enough for anyone to notice, though.

The sound of music suddenly caught his attention, it was rather unusual as no events were being held as far as he knew. The Academia was rather strict about things like public performances and event's that took place within the general public. As far as he was concerned, if they didn't cause trouble it didn't matter. But it did make him curious enough to follow the sound.

He rounded a corner to find a sizeable crowd forming to watch the performers play. He walked to the side to be able to actually see anything. Some people sat on the ground while others stood to play their instrument's, they played a rather catchy tune making some of the crowd slightly sway along.

Then he saw you.

You were smiling as you stood beside another dancer - Nilou. You moved in perfect sync with the rhythm of the music and he was simply enchanted. His ruby eyes had widened in an attempted to watch you better, while he stared in awe. He felt hypnotized by your movements, had the rest of the crownd not acted normally he might have thought you'd actually done so.

You and Nilou danced by yourselves but you moved as one, perfectly matching as if you were both just sides of a mirror. You were both clearly talented and well trained, but even then you were in perfect harmony with one another. Yet his eyes were solely on you.

Cyno had never taken an interest in things like art or dancing, but your performance was the most beautiful thing he had ever witnessed. You were the most beautiful being he had ever witnessed, and now he couldn't look away. During one of your moves you turned towards him and your eyes met for but a moment. He felt like he could stare into them for eternity, as they shined brighter than any stars.

They say that the eyes are a window to one's soul. Yours must be quite beautiful...

Suddenly everything came to an abrupt halt as a group of Academia personnel stood before you and Nilou, their faces were almost red as they stared at the two of you furiously. The crowd stood silently in anticipation - awaiting for their next move.

“Are the Academia's rules about hosting public events not clear enough, or are you simply too numb minded to not understand them?” Their leader spat out loudly.

“But this is not an event, we were simply performing out in the open!” Nilou protested.

“The details do not matter. You are disturbing the peace and must now pay the price for it.” He dismissed her with a wave of his hand.

“"Disturbing the peace?" We were only playing music and dancing! If we truly were then we're sorry, but nobody has complained to us!” You spoke up.

“Even so, this has all created such a fuss. Now come quietly or we'll have to use force.” The Eremites behind him showcased their weapons to threaten you further.

A panicked expression made its way to both you and Nilou, who tightly held onto your arm. Your face pulled on his heartstrings painfully... He couldn't just sit back and watch, not when he had the power to help. You were innocent - his job was to protect the innocent and bring the guilty to judgement.

“Stop.” He simply said, all heads now turning to face him. “They were not disturbing anyone as far as I can tell. Had someone complained, I'm sure they would have complied. Besides. This was not an event as you've claimed.”

“Cyno. Stay out of this, or are you question your superiors?” The sage frowned.

“I'm simply stating facts. Even if they were guilty of the charges, they would be let off with a warning, considering this is their first time in trouble.” He didn't glare at the sage, but his gaze sure felt like a deadly one.

“Tch, fine. We'll let you handle the rest, but I will not forget this.” The sage marched off with his company.

The crowd began leaving to continue their daily activities as the musicians began packing away their instrument's, and thought reluctantly - Nilou took down any decorations you had put up. You on the other hand, approached Cyno in order to thank him.

“I wanted to thank you on behalf of us all. We truly had no idea this was not allowed, we'll be more careful next time...” You smiled sheepishly.

Cyno could feel his cheeks warming up but chose to completely ignore it, along with the increasingly rapid beat of his heart. “Don't mention it.”

He couldn't believe that he felt shy around you... The silence was rather awkward. You thanked him again with that bright smile of yours before telling him that if he ever needed anything to come to you - you would repay his good deed.

Then you turned to leave to help Nilou pack up. He continued to stand there for a moment before remembering that he should start heading back, his work was still unfinished. Even if his comrade's wouldn't mind him staying out for longer.

They almost couldn't believe what they were seeing when he returned, either they were hallucinating or Cyno was sick. He was smiling. The always stoic and serious Cyno was smiling while resting his head on his palm and staring at nothing... Just what had he done while out? They all wondered.

I love him, he was my first 5 star! Reblogs are always welcome<3

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astolary · 2 years

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𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒 .

( Synopsis ) 623+ pulls yet there's still no limited edition card.

( Authors Note ) GOOD LUCK TO ALL WANTERS NEXT PATCH!!!

( Pairing ) Cyno x GN! Reader

( Content Warning ) Slightly suggestive at the end. Written before Cyno's released— so slight OOC Cyno. Written before TCG is released as well, so I don't know exactly how TCG is going to work.

( Word Count ) 0.5k words // EDITED!

Although you weren't an avid fan of card games, you wondered if your luck ran out with the limited edition card you just pulled out from the sachet.

( You already gaped at your luck when you got together with your boyfriend, what did you sacrifice in your past life to get this fortunate? )

"Huh?"

"What." Cyno deadpanned, revealing the card he bought together with you from a traveling merchant.

( Buy the whole deal get two sachets free, the merchant bargained. )

"This is absurd." A common card— one that he pulled for too many times he could count on— was placed between his pointer and middle finger. "How. Why."

( Actually, Cyno did count the number of times he pulled this common card. 623 times. )

"You don't even play TCG." He threw the card on the table. The card flew haphazardly, landing on the intricately designed carpet rolled out on the floor.

Cyno grasped your chin and brought your faces close to each other. "You scammed them."

"Excuse me?!" You rose your eyebrows and shot him a sharp glare in mock offense, "Says the General Mahamatra who gave the merchant his more without a second thought."

"Wait." You paused.

A breath.

"Y-you! You knew the traveling merchant would go through that route! That's why you made a detour home!"

Your handsome, charming, and alluring stoic boyfriend— the love of your life, your star and your moon wrapped around the bright sun, the soul to your shell and the ticking time to your clock, simply replied with—

"I donut know what you’re talking about."

( You had no comment. )

"Cyno, we both know I'm not even interested in TCG." You laughed as he tilted his head to the side— his warm breath fanning the side of your face, effectively tickling you. "Really now..."

"Yet somehow, your luck hasn't run out yet..."

"Why?" Cyno questioned.

"Why not."

"Why not why?"

"Why not why not."

You tried to suppress your amusement as Cyno clicked his tongue, annoyed that his significant other won this time. He wrapped one arm around your waist and pulled you harshly to his chest, leaning down so that you would be wrapping your arms around his neck for support. "Hmm..."

"Hey!" You yelped, draping your arms around his neck, locking both of your fingers tightly.

( You were always so predictable. )

He used his other hand to cup the side of your face. He brought both of your foreheads together, noses touching and eyelashes fluttering gently against each other. "There's a limited edition card that I desperately need and there's only one copy in the entire Teyvat."

"Here I am, a whole collection of cards in my deck and the one card I need just to complete it—"

"—belongs to me." You ended his sentence, finding the way you both stared into the eyes of each other endearing.

The atmosphere of the room subtly changed, goosebumps traveling wildly from the back of your neck to the small of your back. He was thinking of something.

His lips curled into a barely noticeable smirk. "Shall I punish you for this sin?"

( Uh oh. )

astolary 2022 — do not edit, repost, or translate.

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aeripq · 10 months

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cyno who just watches you while you sleep. not at all in a creepy way, he just loves watching your features relax and rest. even if you hit him in your sleep, even if you take all the blankets, even if you snore, he still thinks you’re the most beautiful creature to walk the earth. every time he looks at you, he’s reminded of how you saved him from the darkness- how you lit up his life. how you are his light. his heart swells at his undying love for you- he just cant wait to drop down on one knee.

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donutsupremacy · 1 year

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Comedic Judgement

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Warnings

Robbery

Physical fighting

Bone cracking and a dash of blood

Cyno's jokes

I made like 2 of those jokes uwu

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Cyno was quite flustered, a rare sight to see his tanned skin turn into a dark shade of red at your decision. But it wasn't unwelcoming, he thanked you for choosing him, attempting to hide his joy and shyness.

Initially, Gorou was very hesitant. Especially with how fierce and strong the white haired male can be, he worries about what would happen if Cyno had any of his buttons pressed. Would he take out his anger on you?

After a bit of reassurance, he eventually gives in, knowing the two of you harboured real feelings for eachother. He wouldn't dream of taking away someone or something important to you.

Razor, on the other hand, didn't mind at all, he was far more relaxed that you thought. Upset, yes, but he didn't mind. Perhaps you and Cyno would be a better match, maybe he could take better care of you than he could.

Cyno had already predicted it, but Tighnari couldn't hold back whining about your choice. He started off listing every single one of Cyno's flaws, and it didn't take too long for him to finish, the list was practically empty.

In response, the white haired male only huffed in amusement, the corner of his lips tugging into a smile, yet another rare sight.

Begrudgingly, the young fennic fox agrees to your decision, but not before taking half an hour to lecture his roommate on how to be a gentleman. Poor Gorou and Razor, dragged into the mess and used as a 'great example of a gentleman' without even asking.

For your date, the white haired male unexpectedly booked a table for you at a comedy club in a nearby restaurant.

You've heard rumours about the normally fierce and stoic white haired male cracking jokes whenever the room's atmosphere felt heavy. But you didn't actually believed them, you may have judged a book by it's cover a little, it was a shock to discover this side of him.

After telling you he was a well-known comedian at the club, you couldn't help but quench your curiosity to see this other side of him. And thus, here you are; standing in front of the restaurant at night in your chosen outfit, texting your date who was currently inside the club and preparing the best jokes for you.

Many said that his jokes were horrid, and that he should just stay as an intimidating individual, rather than spewing out jokes that could only get prople to groan instead of laughing. But you doubt they could be bad, even if they are, he seems to enjoy this little passion of his, what's wrong with supporting it when it does no harm?

You enter the restaurant, greeted by a kind waiter. After asking for information on the comedy club Cyno introduced you to, the waiter's smile slightly faltered, as if he felt... pity for you.

However, it was still his duty to guide you to the table Cyno reserved for you, no matter what he thinks of the white haired male. He gestured to a table that at the very front of the stage, with a single [flower] placed on top of an untouched [colour] tablecloth, not a single crease in sight.

The waiter pulled your chair out as per Cyno's request, offering a kind smile while doing so. You thanked the waiter, ordering a glass of [drink]. You picked up the flower and spun it between your fingertips, it touched your heart knowing he planned this for you.

You felt a little self conscious to be alone at a table while drinking your drink, seeing so many couples flirting and enjoying eachother's presence, just being in their own worlds. But you brushed those depressing thoughts aside, knowing Cyno would soon join you later on.

Excitement bubbled in the pit of your stomach when the lights began dimming, the spotlight above now shining on a man wearing a tuxedo, his charming smile illuminated by the spotlight. "Good evening, love birds and those who are single and ready to mingle!~"

Cheers and whistles erupted from the crowd, you smiled in anticipation and clapped your hands together. "I'd like to thank you all for choosing this Comedy Club as your date venue, you seem to have great taste in humor, as we have the best comedians in the world!"

Many snickered in amusement, knowing the man was just boasting around to lighten up the mood. "Now, now, rest assured, we currently have the best of the best preparing their performances today! And we'd like to start off small with some jokes! Everyone, please give a round of applause for 'The Judicator of Jokes'!"

Half of the crowd clapped their hands, including you, of course. However, you couldn't help but hear silent whispers within the applause, along with some embarrased groans and apologies to their partner for 'What's about to happen'.

You shook your head, you doubt they've seen Cyno's full potential with jokes. Sure, you haven't either, but you were already getting excited to see your date on stage and under the spotlight, just wanting to make you smile.

And that's already enough for you.

"Good evening." That long awaited monotonous voice spoke as the gentleman moved off the stage, allowing the white haired male to waltz right into the spotlight.

Not a single tremble in sight, you already knew he's done this many times that you'd expect. Though, you still know he's the type to rarely show much emotion.

"My name is Cyno. I am known as 'The Judicator of Jokes', and I am here with my very lovely date. Today, I am going to tell you some romantic jokes, made especially for my date." Your eyes momentarily locked with his, catching a glimpse of joy in those red-orange eyes of his.

He cleared his throat, the whole room falling silent, waiting to either be disappointed, or to be amused.

"What did the patient with the broken leg say to their doctor? "Hey doc, I have a crutch on you.""

*Ba dum tss*

You could hear a pin drop in the silence.

"Did you get it? Because a patient with a broken leg needs a crutch, it sounds like the word 'crush'. The patient has a crutch and a crush on the doctor." He explained, although it wasn't necessary, as you had already understood anyway.

Despite the whole room now whispering to their partners, he was not fazed at the slightest, it makes you wonder if he was used to this sort of reaction. However, he could hear the very faint 'haha~' from your direction.

His eyes snapped to yours, widened to see a smile on your face, brows furrowed slightly and clearly amused. Well, you just thought his attempt at a joke was cute.

Suddenly, he could feel something being lit up in his heart, as if determination boiled in his blood to make you laugh.

"Why should you never break up with a goalie? Because he is a keeper. It's because a goalie is also known as a keeper. And if you found a good partner, you should keep them, making them a keeper."

This time, there were more tired groans than there were whispers. "Ahaha~" You chuckled very quietly, as only those closest to you could only hear, sparing you a quick but confused glance.

He stared at you, mouth slightly agape. Before snapping out of his trance and putting on his stoic expression once more. But underneath that spotlight, you could catch the colour of his tanned skin turn a very faint shade of red.

"Why did a man marry a door? Because he adored it. Get it? Adore sounds like the word 'a door'."

"I told my girlfriend she was drawing her eyebrows too high. She looked surprised."

"What did the little boat say to the yacht? Can I interest you in a little row-mance?"

"Why did the dog marry the cat? Because the dog was smitten with the cat."

"How did the telephone propose to its girlfriend? He gave her a ring."

For every joke, you've gradually grown a little less quiet, which made the room even more silent where you could hear a pin drop. At this point, it seemed like Cyno had already forgotten that the two of you were in a public area, as he had now completely faced you, eyes locked with only yours and unknowingly smiling at your laughter.

It wasn't loud or anything, but your voice was now the only thing he could hear, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

All of the jokes were all for you, many of which were based on your interests and a few inside jokes that the two of you knew. While it felt like a romantic fantasy between the two of you, you weren't aware when everyone else began quietly whispering amongst themselves about your odd taste in humour and men.

But let's be honest, you wouldn't care anyway.

Eventually, though, the jokes had to come to an end, including your laughter. Much to everyone's relief, Cyno had bowed in appreciation (to you) and exited the stage, sighs of relief echoing in the room.

You chuckled, some of his jokes weren't the best, and you only laughed at his attempt because he looked adorable, thinking he made you chuckle with his jokes. But in all honesty, you found a couple pretty amusing.

The next comedian took the stage and everyone's attention away from you. You clapped along with the audience, but halfway through their performance, you took your phone out to check on Cyno.

You texted the male, realizing he had sent you a message saying he would join you soon. You replied, telling him to take his time, though, you were much more excited to see him again.

Thankfully, the white haired male returned much sooner than you thought, taking a seat across you with a small smile.

With laughter filled the whole room, you tuned everything out just to chat with Cyno. "I didn't think you'd find any of my jokes humourous. Usually, everyone would just groan or ignore me. The only laughs I got were really awkward." He imitated the said laughs he would receive, in turn, causing you to chuckle.

"Well... if i'm going to be honest; Some of them aren't... the best. But I found some of them really funny." You praised, and underneath that near emotionless mask he wore, he could feel his heart beat faster and faster at your genuine tone.

You actually like some of his jokes.

He'll hide the fact that he thought of you while writing those jokes... and he'll definitely take this fact to his grave.

Throughout the night, the two of you watched the rest of the performances from various comedians. While you laughed along with the audience, Cyno couldn't help but glare at the performers everytime you made even a quiet 'heh'.

And those performers felt a shiver run down their spines at the intimidating aura he radiated.

"Ah, I got another one; What did the hopeless romantic baker say to his dough? I knead you." Cyno said, eyes sparkling in anticipation. And much to his joy, you couldn't hold back a snicker.

"Ok, that's a good one! Hmm... What did one light bulb say to the other? I love you watts and watts!" You chirped, you could hear him let out a quiet but amused 'heh' as he praised you, understanding your joke.

It was around 10 P.M. by the time you both left, the only light source coming from a few stores and the street's lampposts guiding your way through the dark. Unfortunately, your campus was quite far from the comedy club, which would take a while to reach.

Good news is; you had Cyno with you, which meant you could spend more time with him.

"Hm... Oh! How do sweets find a partner?... They get a candidate! Get it? Candy-date? Candidate?" You joked, surprisingly getting him to laugh a little louder this time.

Yet, you seemed to have ignored a faint snap of a twig in the distance, muffled by the sound of his charming laughter.

"Ok, I get it... Mind if I use that one next time?" He asked, the smile he wore made your face flush a bright shade of red, thankfully hidden as the light from the lampposts blended onto the surface of your blushing skin.

"O-Of course!... I'll make sure to attend your performances more." You replied, shuffling closer to him. Your pinkie grazed his knuckles, goosebumps rising on your skin along with his at the faint contact.

Mustering up the courage, you slowly lifted your finger, preparing to risk it and have even the faintest feeling of his hand.

However, as both of your attention were on eachother's warmth coming from your hands, you fail to be aware enough before the collar of your outfit was snagged.

"Cy—!" You choked out his name, your hands reaching up to pry the gloved hands pulling on the collar harshly.

The white haired male turned around, barely dodge a blade that left a clean slice on his surface tanned cheek. His hand grabbed the person's wrist, his strength showing when the mugger attempted to pull themselves out of his grasp, only to realize the grip was firm and tight.

He could barely budge his wrist out before Cyno began squeezing his grip slowly.

You hear screams of agony erupting from the muggers throat, the grip on your collar gradually releasing. You hobbled over to Cyno's side, who kept his eyes trained on the mugger. You took a deep breath, letting the much needed oxygen back into your lungs.

He was beyond furious, his eyes cold and unforgiving, before a crack was heard.

You winced at the ear-splitting scream that echoed into the night, forever lost as Cyno finally released the person's now broken wrist. You looked at cyno, both bewildered and horrified at his sheer strength to break someone's bones with a single hand.

Cursing underneath his breath, the mugger attempted to escape, scrambling away from Cyno who was approaching them. His aura was not just intimidating, but absolutely menacing, like a predator approaching it's helpless prey who had not a single chance of escape.

Cyno grabbed the mugger's collar, but a lot harsher compared to how they grabbed you. He lifted them up to his lips, one gloved hand desperately pulling at their collar, while the other dangled around.

How dare they lay their hands on you when you did nothing wrong? You had no relation to this stranger, yet, they have the guts to try and threaten both him and you? Let alone attempt to choke you and possibly kill you?

"Your sins weigh upon your soul." He whispered, like the sound of death in the wind.

You immediately thought Cyno might try to kill the mugger, but before you could even open your mouth to intervene, the white haired male had brutally slammed the person's face into a nearby lamppost. The sheer strength from Cyno and the impact caused the metallic post to bend, the light flickering for a moment before it went out

You covered your mouth in shock, witnessing a potential murder as the mugger slowly slid down onto the pavement, a large bruise on his forehead that made you wince at the sight.

"C-Cyno?..." You asked, terrified and shaken. The said male turned around in confusion, before noticing how horrified you looked, eyes glossy with tears welling up.

"D-Don't be upset, I promise, I didn't kill them..." Cyno said, gesturing to the unconsious person on the pavement. "I know this looks bad, but I know how to control my own strength... I didn't actually murder someone, I just knocked them out cold."

He bent down and placed two fingers on the person's neck, before switching to their wrist. "...S-See? He's fine." Even he sounded doubtful of himself and his statement, but relieved after feeling their pulse beating.

"I'll call the police... If you feel uncomfortable with me, I understand and... you can leave me if you'd like." He sighed, pulling out his phone, the black screen reflecting his ashamed expression. For letting his emotions get the best of him, his fair and reasonable punishment would be the loss of your love for him.

Of course, you denied that offer.

Instead, you slipped your hand back into his, much like your attempt earlier. "...You did scare me a little." You admitted, glancing at his hurt expression. "But you still saved me nonetheless... I would never leave you." As a token of appreciation and your genuine love for him, you balanced yourself on his shoulder and planted a quick but sweet kiss on his cheeks.

Cyno almost dropped his phone, face turning bright red as the kiss you left continued to linger on his cheeks. "...Uh-Uhm... you do?" He asked, it was cute seeing the normally stoic Cyno become absolutely putty in your hands, just from your kiss alone.

You eyed the small but clean cut in your cheek, blood trickling down from the wound. "Of course, if it weren't for you, I would've probably choked to death." You awnsered, taking out a small handkerchief and cleaned the blood off, careful to not hurt his open wound. He winced at the cloth's fabric grazing against his exposed flesh, but smiled at you fondly.

When you were done, you tried to pull your hand away, but the white haired male placed his hand on yours. You stopped, the feeling of his warmth on the back of your hand made you blush furiously. "I would never left anything bad happen to you. So long as I am around, I will always protect you... "

You watch as he leaned closer, planting his chaste lips on your forehead, before pulling away. Now, it was his turn to be amused, your face burning bright red at his kiss.

In an attempt to look less flustered, you let out a quiet, yet, playful scoff. "How cheesy..." You tried to joke, only to earn you another peck on the cheek.

"I guess my puns are pretty... cheesy."

"At least I don't cheese through my own puns!"

"Wow, you're being pretty dairy today if you wanna insult my puns."

"Can't you just go one day without milking out all these horrid puns?"

"...Wait, does cheese actually contain milk?"

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What if...

You chose someone else?

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anantaru · 1 year

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୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅♡ sfw cyno boyfriend headcanons

because our sweet general mahamatra is a precious greenflag and deserves all the love ૮꒰˶ฅ́˘ฅ̀˶꒱ა ⁎⁺˳

꒰ genre ꒱ — fluff, gn! reader, kissing, so so sweet

+ ˚ playing with his hair for fun feat. his awful jokes

cyno could sense your fingers mollifyingly bound into his pleasing locks as you carried on to fluff your hands through the hair, creating the nearing friction he looks forward to each and every forthcoming day.

prevalently, he was snugly stationed in the cushy of your legs while languidly idling against your chest. You can trail on how braced his constitution was, how wildly bristly his hands had gotten from his work and how ponderous his eyelids were attempting to close and doze off.

cyno can snooze off like that and as someone as bustling as the general mahamatra himself, this point of moment has to be an exquisite manner to unwind his emotional state in parallel to passing time with his s/o.

on another note, whenever he can feel you listlessly paw around with his tousled hair with such appreciable embracement, he finds himself wholly fuse into your body warmth— it's evident on how much he longingly missed you during your short time apart.

without haste, cyno will shyly turn his head to the side so he could be able to steal a couple kisses from you— one, maybe two, because having himself so graciously pampered by you, additionally to your addictive kisses, only further amplified his love towards your person.

unconsciously, cyno will breezily shadow his digits over your thighs and mumble about his day through exhausted huffing while also attentively hearing about your daily occurrences. And then it will always begin, in his usual fashion, that he'd try to lift the spirits even more with one of his 'good' jokes— so he calls them.

keep in mind, when there's a, quote on quote— uproarious pun, he comes up with, he secretly keeps it tugged in the deepest parts of his brain to proudly reveal it to you afterwards.

sometimes you laugh at them just for the sake of bristling his spirits but the moment he tries to explain the turning phrase in his joke, you're quick to shush him with another kiss, hoping he takes the hint.

+ ˚ finding time for closeness can be difficult

as previously discussed, your boyfriend cyno devotes a prodigiously quantity of his own instances to his work, to a greater degree did he take it outrageously serious minded.

being the guardian and protector of an entire nation— such as sumeru, was not to be taken unconcernedly and so did cyno, without fail, make it his sworn duty to forever highlight his work over his direct well being.

you can articulate it as a fairly bad habit of his, to modestly blank over his necessities or how he oftentimes fails to take care of himself as a whole.

yet if it comes to your person, cyno will consistently be certain you're in possession of everything you could possibly require. Habitually, he can become a shred of clinging that most likely stems from his line of occupation.

bear in mind, he doesn't do it in an uncomfortable, suffocating type of way and wholeheartedly cherishes if you transparently point out to him whenever he tends to be a bit too overprotective or controlling, then cyno will, unquestionably, understand, apologize and tone it down a notch. it's all about committed trust and doubtlessness.

cyno is filled with gratitude— he can barely put it into his own wording, to have you by his side, or when it's allowed out of your day to check up on him (if he's in the sumeru akademiya) then his facial features will without hesitation revitalize, imbedding an enliven glint of animated happiness.

on another note, it's not like he doesn't think about greeting you with a kiss or showing physical affection in front of others, but cyno personally prefers to have it in private with you, for example once you're visiting him on his breaks— which didn't happen often, he'd love it if you could spend some time in his office— talk and embrace each other, share a kiss or two, but also simply just be there in the moment.

+ ˚ playing tcg together (he lets you win sometimes)

with it standing out in a mile, it's undisputedly evident on how uber committed cyno was in terms of his most dearest game to date ..

.. genius invokation TCG.

as was heartily anticipated, cyno sought after playing it with you as well, if you're already familiar with the game he would want to test your skills right away while when you aren't as accustomed to it yet, he's more than delighted to explain it to you in great depth.

the general mahamatra has a way of taking this game overly serious, so expect him to be quite competitive. It's utterly remarkable on how skilled and practiced he has gotten in this game, how easy it seemed for him to triumph over you without an inch of difficulties.

cyno was excessively proud of his skill and harbored it profoundly, it's truly enchanting by how he emerged once fully engrossed in the game— the miniature scrunch of his nose before revealing his next route to you, the low heave of air whenever he huffs away the bothersome hair strands hanging vaguely in his face— masking his pretty features.

your eyes can barely lock and focus on the game when he's in front of you so effortlessly pretty.

yet bear in mind, sometimes your boyfriend lets you win for good measure, he doesn't want to be a jerk and he'd do it unconsciously, even if you're excitedly telling him to give it his all and throw all his defenses on you.

most of the times you do not fathom he's leaving the win to you, only when you sense how delighted he watched you when you're all cheery eyed about your score.

instantly when you're happy, cyno too, couldn't possibly be more joyful.

+ ˚ conclusion and his love language

taking the previously mentioned points into great consideration, being in a relationship with cyno is laced around a myriad of ardency and warmth, understanding and conviction.

as natural, each and every hardship would be thoroughly discussed by you both and then handled together as a team. While cyno has been and always will be absorbed in his work schedule, a pleasant process of his ways to show affection, would be, for one, taking enough time out of his day for you.

second, he'd make sure to come home each night if possibly to at least go to bed together with you, or join in later and slumber away with your body pressed into his chest.

sometimes he catches you tiredly staying up late to see him and even though he's repeatedly telling you to prioritize your own sleep, he couldn't possibly deny the fact on how heavenly and harmonic it was that you were guaranteeing yourself he's entering your home safe and sound.

to end this, cyno finds real fascination in kissing you— all of you, your warm cheeks, the tip of your nose, your forehead and last but not least, your irresistible lips. Additionally he loves taking on of your hands in his palms and place it on top of his heart so you can sense it, the heart that has been beating pure love for you.

this being seen as a subtle way, is all the more committed and emotional when cyno did it, as to demonstrate to you on just how much he loved and appreciated you.

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lexsssu · 1 year

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Mystery (Cyno)

Flufftober Day 3

TAGS: Cyno/F!reader

There is no prey that the General Mahamatra is unable to capture.

No place his intended target can hide away in without him sniffing out their location soon enough.

He is a patient predator that lies in wait for the right moment to strike.

However, Cyno is still irrevocably a human.

And despite being from the nation that prides itself in its scholarly expertise, especially when he himself is a product of the Akademiya, the human heart will always remain as one of the greatest mysteries no scholar would be able to figure out.

“I don’t understand the game much, but the artwork looks very neat!” You gushed over his newest Genius Invocation TCG deck despite expressing vehemently how much of the actual gameplay flew right over your head. “When’s the next tournament? I can’t wait to see you play again. You look so adorable whenever you concentrate so seriously~”

Despite his tanned skin, the reddish flush doesn’t escape your gaze as your kissable lips stretch into a beaming smile.

Love was a mystery indeed.

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honeykaes · 8 months

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louder and louder

getting you to get loud hc’s feat. lyney, neuvillette, alhaitham and cyno

warning: smut, 18+ content, minors do not interact, afab!reader with no set pronouns, fingering (lyney), praise (lyney +neuvillette), exhibitionism (neuvillette), creampie (neuvillette), dacryphilia (neuvillette, cyno), face-sitting (alhaitham), cunnilingus (alhaitham), toys (cyno), masturbation (cyno), overstimulation (cyno),

High on the adrenaline of completing a performance at the Opera Epiclese, as soon as he comes home to you a grin is plastered on the magician's face. Humming, his hands take your own twirling you throughout the room slowly guiding you to the bedroom as he kicks the door close with a soft thud.

His lips captured yours in a passionate kiss, hands resting on your cheek nibbling your bottom lip with fervor.

“Someone’s happy,” you hummed, letting Lyney’s skillful hands lift off the layers of your nightgown until you were bare for him. He chuckled, capturing your lips once more and leans his weight against your own—bottoms tumbling gently on the plush bed.

“What can I say, ma souris? I can’t end a night such as this without a grand enforce,” he cooed back. He laid above you, hand trailing up the curves along your leg before resting on your inner thigh. As he cups your cunt, a soft breath is emitted from your lips causing his grin to widen. He feels you grinding against his palm, your arousal beginning to smear against it.

“Eager, are we?” he cooed once more, pressing his lips against your neck, nibbling down at the sensitive skin. “I guess I have been neglecting you recently, hm?”

His thumb brushed against your clit, causing your hips to involuntary buck—trying to get any bit of friction you could from Lyney. He blew his warm breath into your ear, causing you to shiver toying with the nub as he felt his appendage begin to coat in your slick. Two fingers slowly sank themselves into you, pumping at a slow pace while Lyney’s peppered his lips against your neck.

Lyney needed to hear your voice louder, he needed those soft whines of his name to stretch louder as if it was a roar of joyful noise at one of his shows. His cock strained against his tight pants, grinding itself against your leg.

“More..more…let me see you reach the heavens, mon cœur!” Lyney groaned out, pumping deeper inside of you. His fingers continuously brushed against your gummy walls, your high climbing further and further as your mouth finally opened, voice calling out your lover’s name. You squirmed underneath him as he tried to hold down your waist—his pace still relentlessly as the sinful squelching noise echoed in the melody with your voice.

“You have such a lovely voice. I hope to hear it even more tonight…!”

It’s been a long time since Neuvillette seemed puzzled by humans. It seemed this day in age, their nature seemed odd and contradictory in nature and this aspect leaned over towards his lover as well. He had always read stories of couples yelling their names in absolute pleasure when joining as one, yet whenever Neuvillette seemed to bed you—you seemed not to act like that.

He didn’t think he was bad at sex by any means, he had experience before after all and valued your pleasure over it. But because of that, he feared you weren’t being all that pleasured at all by him. He’d have to change that.

So here you were, in the ungodly hours at night bend over Neuvillette’s desk. You bit you shaky lips, feeling his heavy cock drag against your sensitive walls as his strokes reached deeper and deeper inside of you. The desk rattled to the pace of his thrust, his nails covered in leather, digging into the globe of your ass to spread you out wider.

Slick dribbled down on the marble ground, as he began to grunt loudly—brow furrowed as his frustrations grew.

“Why do you not want to moan for me? All I want to have is your voice echoing throughout these halls,” he grunted, pressing his lips deep in your ear. You bit you lip further before gasping, feelings Neuvillette softly clutch your groan. He could feel your pulse rapidly beat against his hand.

“I-It’s too embarrassing,” you choked out, feeling him grunt against and lay his upper half down on the desk allowing his cock to plunge even deeper inside of you. A mix of pleasure and pain swirled throughout your core as his tips nudged against your cervix.

“Please..mon amour…let me hear you say my name,” he begged in a low voice causing you to shiver. You hesitantly stopped biting your lips as your nails dug into the desk, rising in pitch as you called out the chief justice’s name repeatedly.

“That’s it…that’s it. You’re doing so well for me,” he grunted. Your walls fluttered against his cock as he began to get to Neuvillette, cock pulsating and desperate to release. His grip on your ass lifted, snaking it around to rub tight circles on your clit. Your whines rang out as you finally reached your peak, warming Neuvillette’s heart to the fullest as tears pricked your eyes.

His lips soaked up your salty tears as his hips soon faltered, thick ropes of cum spurting itself inside of you. Globs soon leaked out, joining your arousal on the once pristine floors as Neuvillette tried to catch his breath.

“...I hope to hear more of this side of you in the future.”

Alhaitham was also fairly quiet in bed. Besides his grunts and an occasional low moan of your name, he didn’t find himself being loud in showing you his love in the bedroom. This seemed to irk you so when you brought it up with him, he replied back you were no different—thus, a silent challenge between which one was right was soon immense, who could get the other to moan the loudest.

Your hips covered against his tanned face, eyes teal and orange eyes flickered up in amusement.

“You can back out now before you embarrass yourself,” he stated. You scoffed in response as he shrugged. You need to learn to give him a little more credit when knowing just how to make your body tick.

His large hands rested on your waist, before pushing you down so your cunt was against his mouth. You grinded your lips and bit your lip to prevent any noises from leaking out but that became harder feeling Alhaitham dart out his tongue, flattening it against your clit. Your legs shook as his tongue swiped against your slick, nudging firmly against the nub as one of his hands crept up and squeezed your ass.

His lower mouth was completely coated in your arousal, dripping down his chin and lower cheeks, but his fervor lapping you up did not stop once. He popped the bundle of nerves between his lips, sucking roughly at the nub as pleasure shot throughout your body, a low moan escaping your lips.

His lips curled up in a slight smirk before opening his mouth to let your clit go once more, before flickering it back and forth before sucking it once more. Your nails dug into your thighs, hips grinding themselves against his face.

“Al-Al-Alhaitham,” you sputtered out, walls clamping down on nothing as you frail on top of him, reaching your peak. His cheeks were read as he took big breaths, swiping his tongue against the slick that clung onto his lips.

“It would seem my hypothesis was correct. Now, what exactly should be my reward?”

Cyno was a bit more insecure than he liked to let on, especially when it came to his relationship with you. He often needed some reassurance, whether he asked for it directly or not. So, often times when he bedded you, he needed to hear your voice loud and echoing throughout the large deserts of Sumeru —to signal he was doing a good job pleasuring you.

But when times you didn’t seem to be loud enough for his taste, a bit of a sadistic streak would come out of him.

His scarlet eyes narrowed at the toys vibrating themselves inside of you, hardened cock throbbing in his tight grip. A new mechanism had just gone on the market from Fontaine, and with his savings he managed to buy it to try it out on an occasion he saw fit. Tears pricked your eyes as your body squirmed, hips lifting up trying to reach your high before the toy would stop moving—edging you in a maddening cycle.

You cursed and whined, shifting your hips desperate for the feeling to return again until it finally did, at a much slower ministration this time. Cyno pumped his cock lazily, pressing down against the prominent veins that lined it.

“When I finally cum…I’ll let you as well. I see that as only fair right?” Cyno murmured, pressing a chaste kiss against your sweaty forehead. You give him a soft glare before the toy’s vibration raises once more, causing a loud moan to escape your lips.

Cyno smiled, bucking his hips at the excitement of finally hearing your voice.

“Perhaps if you sounded like that last time when I pleaded with you, you wouldn’t be punished like this,” Cyno chuckled, pressing another kiss on their lips. Your voice raised octaves as the general grunted, shutting his eyes as his cock throbbed in pleasure.

“Cyno! Cyno!” you croaked out, as he bit his lips in responses. He didn’t know why your voice had such a spell on him, but here he was unraveling, cums of cum shooting out and resting on your stomach and chest.

He sighed, slightly ashamed of himself for giving in so quickly as he finally let the toy give you the high you’ve been so desperate for.

Cyno wrapped his arms around you, staring down at your tired form.

“You're a dick, you know that,” you muttered. Cyno chuckled before resting his head against yours.

“I’m just a man hopelessly in love with the way you call out your name. I’m not ashamed of that.”

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primofate · 8 months

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[Genshin Impact] Sitting on his lap

Note: Watch me disappear for a long time again after this update.

Warnings: some are a bit suggestive, still safe for work though. established relationship with Genshin man, please excuse and tell me if there are pronoun slips

Premise: You just felt like sitting on his lap, nothing much to it...or so you think.

Characters: Alhaitham, Ayato, Baizhu, Cyno, Diluc, Itto, Kaeya, Lyney, Neuvillette, Scaramouche, gn!reader

Alhaitham

Continues reading his book unfazed, one arm automatically coming securely round your waist. He shuts his book after a few seconds more and passes you an upward glance.

"Need something?"

You only hum in response with a shake of your head, indicating that you had only wanted to be close to him. He sits straighter, chest pressing closer to your back. You feel the warmth of his lips press on the left side of your neck, his head tilted to gain access to it.

There's a deep inhale as he takes in your scent and a relaxed exhale that follows. You hear him whisper, voice almost a tone lower and a rare expression of affection passes his lips.

"You're intoxicating, do you know that?"

Ayato

Chuckles as you plop yourself on his lap. He had been doing some paperwork, but he pushes those aside as he wraps both arms around your middle, moving closer as his head rests on your shoulder.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?"

The usual mischievous lilt in his voice doesn't disappear, he's amused that you've taken the initiative to come look for him, even though you knew he was in the middle of something. Before you could even reply, he beats you to it, his breath tickling the shell of your ear.

"Am I right to assume that you, perhaps, missed me?"

"...and what if I did?" you counter with a smile of your own. Head turning sideways to look at him. He grins, one of his hands unravelling from your middle to travel up your face, landing on your cheek, pulling you closer to meet his soft lips.

The kiss starts off gentle, just yours on his. It starts to turn hungrier, still soft, but now it feels like hot lava is churning in your belly at the increasing intensity. He pulls away for a moment only to whisper "Then I'll have to do something about that,"

Baizhu

Looks up from his medicinal notes, taking a few seconds to gaze at your back.

The first thing you feel are his hands resting atop your shoulders, then his thumbs pressing small circles near the base of your neck. You let out a pleasurable moan, relaxing in his hold. Then, as if realizing what you'd done, your hand darts atop your mouth to hide a small laugh.

You could hear Baizhu chuckling alongside with you.

"No need to hold back, darling," his thumbs continue to press circles, now downwards along your spine, continuing his massage.

"Mmmmm..." you try to stifle the next moan coming, "This could so easily be misinterpreted by anyone passing by outside," the two of you share a short laugh yet again.

"Either way, all I'm doing is giving you some love, darling,"

Cyno

He blinks as he feels you sit on him. He was always uncomfortable with the initial position, and so what he usually did was pull you and your legs up, positioning you sideways over his lap, legs somewhat dangling over the armchair. One strong arm wrapped around your back, steadying you and allowing you to lean towards him, tucking your head under his chin.

"Is something the matter?"

You shake your head and offer a simple reply. "Nothing at all, I just wanted to be close to you,"

Your honesty always managed to tug at the edge of his lips the slightest bit. In opportunities like this Cyno didn't say much, instead he liked to savour your warmth melding with his, liked to feel your breathing in sync with his.

He silently presses a kiss atop your head before closing his eyes, and staying that way for a moment longer.

Diluc

Instead of you melting into his embrace it's Diluc who melts around you. The moment you sit on his lap his arms encircle you around your shoulders and pulls you flush against him, your back to his front.

From his position, he nuzzles into your neck and sighs, his hot breath tickling your skin. He closes his eyes and shields himself from the world for a moment, basking in the safety and love emanating from you.

"Hard day?" You ask him and he mumbles something into your neck, incoherent. He repeats it as he pulls away a slight inch.

"Not more than usual," he squeezes you around the shoulders as he says so. "and you?"

You reach a hand up to sift through his hair, he sighs at the feeling and nearly melts into a puddle. "Nothing out of the ordinary," you return his sentiment.

You play with his hair as he holds you close, and in that moment there really isn't much for him to say, though his heart bursts with emotion and fondness towards you.

"Stay with me, Y/N," he makes this request from time to time, and though the two of you have already sworn yourselves to each other, perhaps he needed to say it once in a while in order to hear the answer from you.

"I'll always be here, Diluc,"

Itto

The oni is rather cluless in certain aspects of life, but when you sit on his lap he's guaranteed to be flustered. You prop yourself on his thighs, hands positioned on his legs to keep you from falling in case he made any sudden movements.

"Y-Y-Y/N?!"

"Hm?" You innocently ask, tipping your head back to playfully look at his reddening cheeks. "...Shouldn't you be used to this by now?" you ask, a laugh threatening to escape your lips because of the look on his face.

"I-Well-*ahem* Sure I am!" He puts on a brave face, but he looks like he's also sweating bullets. His hands are stiffly by his side, and he's hesitant to touch you anywhere.

You decide to comfortably lean back and Itto could not think of anything except how warm and soft you were compared to him. He had to get it together, this happened every time you sat on his lap, and it was becoming uncool for him to keep blushing when you did so. He promised himself that he would "man up".

...He still had the same reaction the next time you did it.

Kaeya

Kaeya reacts as if this was an every day thing, in fact this was always a good opportunity to flirt with you.

"Found your favourite spot have you?" Kaeya twists around to peer at you, grin plastered on his face, hand finding your thigh.

"It was tempting, you were just sitting there and it looked like a good place to rest," You returned his grin and felt his chest rumble with laughter.

"You're always welcome, snowflake," his hand squeezes your thigh, eye seemingly glinting with mischief. He shifts around on his seat, making space in between his legs and pulling you right between them, arms tight around your waist, front pressing against your back. "But you'll have to pay a small fee for this exclusive seat, I'm afraid,"

He tilts his head down to gaze at you expectantly, seemingly leaning closer. You smile, tilting your head up for you lips to meet. Kaeya doesn't half ass his kisses. It turns passionate in a split second and his hands are starting to wander up and down your thigh.

"Tsk, tsk," you let out as you part, your noses still connected, gazes steady on each other. "Are you sure it's just a kiss you want, sir?"

He chuckles, "Love, when have we ever stopped at just a kiss?"

Lyney

"Hm?" Lyney chides with a smile as he feels you become comfortable on his lap. He laughs when he realizes that you were not planning on leaving anytime soon. "Hello there my rose," His arms wrap around your waist, and his head rests on your back, snuggling into the warmth of it. He looks almost like a cat purring and rubbing onto their favourite scratching post.

It tickles you the slightest bit, so you bristle with soft laughter. "Lyney!" You warn, and he returns your sunny laugh with a chuckle, but doesn't let go.

"What's wrong, love?" He feigns innocence but now has resorted to placing butterfly kisses up and down your spine, taking a moment to lightly nip at the back of your neck before kissing back down again in a line.

By now you know he's doing it on purpose, so you twist around on his lap, and give him a half-hearted glare. "If you wanted kisses all you had to do was ask,"

Lyney finally pulls back and smirks, that same smirk that shows up when he's at the climax of a magic trick, about to reveal the grandest part. He leans back on the chair he's sitting on, placing both arms on the rests before lifting a hand up, wrists flicking upwards in a motion to beckon you over. "Well come now," the same hand tilts your chin gently towards his direction as he whispers, tongue briefly grazing over his lips, "Let me show you a real magic trick,"

Neuvillette

Neuvillette embraces you in and it almost feels like you're floating on a cloud, weightlessly relaxing in the air. His clothes help to cushion you, but at the same time Neuvillette himself is as warm as a fireplace and comfy as a sea of feathers. It feels safe in the arms of the Chief Justice, as if no harm will come to you. Sometimes you forget that you're in the presence of such an important man.

You almost always end up sliding down the slightest bit, the back of your head resting on his chest, his arm secured around your stomach. "Would you like to retire for the day?" he asks, and this is his code to ask you if you would like for him to stop working and walk back home with you.

"No, don't mind me," you whisper, burrowing further into him. You hear him sigh contentedly. With you, Neuvillette is lovestruck. Whatever is within his power, he would do it for you. He takes your hand and briefly presses his lips on the back of it. "Alright," and just like that he brings the paperwork back into his hands. Reading his notes and documents--highly confidential, by the way. Something that you shouldn't be reading--but he trusts you more than he trusts himself and that was dangerous, for someone like him.

If there ever came a day where you broke his trust, Neuvillette would most likely never trust another soul again. You alone was his deity of truth.

Scaramouche...Ruthless Prince Scaramouche?

"Whadd'you think you're doing?" his eye twitches as you jump on his lap. You glance backwards at him before turning away once again. "Getting comfy," you reply nonchalantly.

"Getting com--" the rest of the words were mumbled, you didn't catch the whole thing but it did sound like he said a very garbled and muffled "my ass" at the end of it. You ignore him and happily stay, humming as you read a book while you're at it.

Scaramouche glares at your back, taking a deep, long breath. For a moment he contemplated on just letting you do it, but the other part of him wanted to just push you off and let your butt painfully land on the ground.

As you were peacefully reading, you suddenly feel his forehead bump your back, though he wasn't holding nor hugging you at all. He stayed like that for a bit, as if he was praying to some God he believed--or didn't believe--in. After a moment he grumbles something more, but now has a firm arm around your waist.

He repositions, opening his legs a bit more to give you more space to rest in between them and then leaning forward to lazily loll his head on your shoulder, looking at the book you were reading. "...What trash are you reading now?" but his tone of voice had levelled off to calm, nearly peaceful.

"...101 ways to annoy your husband," you secretly grin when you hear him scoff. His hand finds its way to the spine of the book you're reading and easily grabs and flings it off to the side.

"You do that plenty, you don't need more ideas," his hold on you gets a little tighter, as if he wasn't going to let you go anytime soon. "Y'know what I've been reading lately...?" you feel his lips against your neck in a chaste kiss but in the next moment you feel a slight nip that sends electricity down your whole being.

"Hm?" You ask absentmindedly, the question doesn't completely register in your mind, what with his hand edging closer to the hem of your shirt, brushing against the bare skin of your waist. He breathes the next words into your ear huskily, his hand sliding upwards, and you feel a shiver making its way to your shoulders.

"101 ways to make you scream,"

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you had always told cyno that it was cruel to break promises. you had smiled at him while saying so, such tender warmth swimming in your eyes as you poked at his cheek teasingly. he catches your wrist in his hands, tangling his fingers with yours as he says, “i promise to be with you forever.”

it’s cruel to break a promise. that to break a promise was to break a friendship, and archons forbid your friendship with cyno breaks.

and yet it does.

it does when he promises that you’ll be okay after you break up. friends to lovers, to friends again, is how he sees the course of your relationship with him. he promises that the two of you can continue on as as friends, that just because the two of you aren’t together romantically, it doesn’t mean you couldn’t be together platonically. it was his job, his position as general mahamatra that kept pulling him away from you. so, according to cyno, to save you both from future heartbreak, it would be best to end things earlier. it would be the more rational decision.

i can’t commit myself to you fully, yet.

it would be unfair of me to expect you to wait for me forever.

looking back, cyno thinks that spending too much time around al-haitham had led him to that decision. because now, why is it that he can’t even catch you for a moment. he sees glimpses of you in sumeru, your face a blur in the crowd as he chases after you, always a step behind, chasing after your shadow. it doesn’t take a genius to know you’re avoiding him.

“you can’t blame them.” tighnari stares at him as he leans against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. the general mahamatra sits slumped in his chair, hands limp in his lap as he casts his friend a dry look.

tighnari sighs, “they really loved you. you know that right?” cyno looks away. he knows. archons, of course he knows. you had put your heart into his hands, asking him to cradle it gently, to never squeeze too tight or let it fall and where is it now? bleeding in his hands, a result of a selfish decision that he’s slowly coming to realize is more harmful to the both of you than he thought it could be. you, who had snuck your way into his life, filling every little lonely crevice until he eagerly looked forward to seeing you everyday. and now it was like you had disappeared. how was it that you could pull yourself out of his life so quickly, leaving him grasping at shadows he can never hold, clinging to the ghost of you as he walks through the streets, his gaze lingering a second too long at the places he had marked as special, because of you.

“they need time and space.” tighnari continues, “it’s the least you can do.” cyno hates that he’s right. he hates that the last time he saw you was three days ago, trailing behind the traveller and nilou as they walked through the market. your smile was more forced, the light not quite meeting your eyes as your gaze wandered around sumeru city.

and of course, you met his eyes.

cyno remembers the way your mouth parted before you had turned away so quickly, wrapped one arm around nilou as pulling her away. there was a new quickness to your step, filled with haste and the unwant to be in his presence.

“some promises can’t be kept.” the forest watcher says grimly. cyno’s chest tightens at his words. he’s right of course, in reality, some promises can’t be kept. but archons he can’t let this promise break. he’s already pushed you out of his life and yet he selfishly wishes for you to stay in it.

———

it takes more time than he’d like to admit, for cyno to stop chasing after your shadow. admittedly, he still does make some attempts to look out for you, spending a bit more time roaming around sumeru city to mingle with people now that the political landscape of the nation was changing with the reinstatement of their archon. but the more time he spends talking with tighnari, the more he comes to realize that this unhealthy behaviour of trying to retain a friendship you clearly had no interest in upholding, was affecting him for the worse. and then he sees you again.

he sees you again, walking next to al-haitham of all people, a gentle smile across your face as the two of you walk slowly through the streets. you’re not romantically involved with the scribe. al-haitham’s stupid personality (as cyno likes to describe it) is enough to make clear to anyone that he’s not interested in romances at the moment. but that doesn’t mean his chest doesn’t twist when he sees you laugh at something the scribe has said. and as if you could sense his presence, you turn your head.

and of course, you meet his eyes.

he lets out a shaky breath, holding your gaze as he takes you in for the first time in awhile. but you’re the first to pull away. he’s close enough to see it in you eyes, the memories that surge forward to pool in your eyes. al-haitham catches notice of your gaze and turns to meet the eyes of the general mahamatra. they hold each other at stalemate, and cyno fights the ugly feelings that bubble in his chest. al-haitham puts one hand on your lower back, steering you away and cyno inhales sharply.

there’s a conversation to be had between the two of you. closure is necessary. this precarious dance that the two of you have engaged one another is tearing at the tightrope that you’re both on, and yet cyno’s dreading it. he doesn’t want to hear the words—

“i don’t think we can be friends anymore.”

right.

it was cruel to break promises.

so why did he break his first?

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