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" first kisses "

✧ kunikuzushi, shikanoin heizou, yae miko, childe, collei, albedo ; fluff ; 5.6k words

✧ collei ended up being way longer than the others haha

kunikuzushi has voiced his discomfort with touch many times, when you took his hand in the darkness of an underground cave, or patted him on the back after he negotiated out of a sticky situation, and every time you let go instantly without question, and didn’t touch him again for days and days. and yet now, he finds himself longing for the caress of your hand, wondering what it would feel like to kiss you.

it’s a bit troubling, and he crushes the instinct every time, but it always comes back, wandering into his mind at the worst of times; in the midst of battle, you spin after lancing a treasure hoarder through the chest, and all he can think is how beautifully a spray of blood frames your face, leaving him motionless in the air for a moment, just enough time to be slammed to the ground, skidding through the dirt with the wind knocked out of him.

you shout his name, panic lacing through your tone, and he curses himself for his stupidity as you spin a flurry of blows against his attacker before rushing to his side. he struggles to a sitting position, wincing as he fights to draw air in. how could he do something so dumb? to be distracted by you of all things while fighting? you, that stupid [name] who is so – who is nothing more than a hindrance, but –

and then he’s struck dumb again as you kneel over him, inspecting for wounds without touching his skin even for a second. he wants to run his hand through the strands of your hair, left in a messy state and hanging softly around your jaw. you locate a bruise on his leg and dig for a salve in your pocket, unscrewing the top and handing it to him.

“jeez, what the hell was that?” you say, affection and irritation mixing in your voice. “how’d you get so unfocused, huh? we’re in the middle of a fight! you can’t just drift off like that and leave yourself open.”

the words wildfire frustration through his blood, anger that he can’t explain. how dare you act annoyed by his mistake when you caused it in the first place? “it’s your own damn fault,” he spits, voice more venomous than usual. he regrets it when your eyes widen and you look almost hurt, then confused. “wait, what? what did i do?”

what did you do? he repeats the question in his mind. it’s more like – it’s just, it’s what you won’t do that’s driving him insane, and how you don’t even notice – how can you be so oblivious to his internal dilemma? the way he looks at you, even he knows it’s so far beyond the sharp rivalry you enjoy, or even friendship.

"you – i got distracted by you,” he says, and hates the way his voice cracks, hates how your face softens when you hear it. “because your face is – it’s – ” so unfairly pretty “ – so – so ugly, and – ” he can feel his blazing red blush raising. “ – and i couldn’t focus, damn it!” he finishes. “so change how you look or – or just shut up about it.”

you look shocked for a moment, and then understanding appears on your face, the kind that makes him even more angry for reasons he can’t explain even to himself, and you half smile at him, hesitating for a moment before tucking a flyaway strand of dark hair behind his ear. he flinches away from the sudden touch and you jerk your hand back, mouth already opening, but then –

then he catches your wrist, holding it where it is. and you both sit there for a moment, staring into each other’s eyes. your eyes, that are full of feeling and thought and human emotion, and he can only imagine that you see your reflection in his own fathomless irises, as cold and empty as a puppet’s black button eyes.

“kuni,” you say in a hushed voice. he can feel the pulse of your wrist, quick as a rabbit’s, and his own breathing is suddenly coming fast and shallow. the moment stretches out, some expression of surprise and hostility frozen on his face, and yet he can feel his own yearning. the pain in his chest as his eyes flick down to your lips. you swallow, tilting your head to catch his gaze. his face flames even brighter, but there is no mockery or judgement in your expression; just a soft, understanding longing.

“can i kiss you?” you ask softly, and his heart is in his throat, fear that mingles with aching, and there is nothing in the world he wants more in this moment than you. before he can think twice he gives a quick, tiny nod.

you move closer, and he smells your gentle, clean scent that reminds him of rain or orange blossoms; the smell that curls through his dreams, and he has a second to think you even smell pretty, before you press your lips to his, and then he’s not thinking anything at all but there is a drifting, incoherent feeling of plain, serene happiness that he has not felt in a long time.

shikanoin heizou has kissed people before; he’s kissed lots of people, more than he thinks is socially acceptable. he’s kissed most everyone he wants to. almost nobody can stand up to the full power of his charm and charisma, with his boyish good looks and the boundless intelligence behind his jade green eyes; sometimes just a single wink can do the trick.

kissing is entertaining, for him, there’s no deeper emotion behind it. just something to do when you want to have some fun. he’s flirtatious, and maybe irresponsible, but it doesn’t cause anyone any harm, these shallow feelings that entwine with his playful, immature desire. he’s never wanted someone before. never felt a deeper pull than the one in the moment that can be satisfied with just a moment of contact.

until now; until he met you; and now he is consumed by the dream of what your lips feel like. you are elusive, and enigmatic, and the most beautiful person he has ever met, with soft and sweetly knowing eyes that are earnest and yet unreadable to him in a way that no one he’s met has been before. it’s a foreign feeling, this yearning, and he wonders with a twinge of guilt whether he has taken this role for another person before with his casual inclination to flirt.

he’s sitting beside you, leaning against a tree with his elbows balanced on his knees. you’re toying absentmindedly with a flower, tearing the petals off one by one, and his gaze is determinedly on the sky and not the way the light glints on your long eyelashes.

“do you think you’re a good kisser?” you ask suddenly, eyes still fixed on the flower as you open your palm and watch the soft petals flutter away in a breeze. his gaze flicks to you, and he’s taken off guard, but only for a moment. “depends on your definition of good,” he says evenly. “i’ve had a lot of practice.”

you laugh so hard you have to steady yourself, and it wounds his pride just a bit. he can’t tell if you’re making fun of him. you take a deep breath and then smile at him, eyes sparkling with some private joke.

“i’ve heard,” you say. “you’ve got no shortage of admirers here in inazuma, huh?”

“or anywhere.” he gives a small bow, and you laugh again. the sound sends a burst of satisfaction through him; a tiny victory, maybe. he always feels as though he’s accomplished something meaningful by making you laugh.

you go silent, looking at him with a small grin that is, as always, indecipherable. he shudders as a tiny gust spirals up his spine, but keeps his eyes on you, trying to maintain his composure.

“what about you?” he questions, balancing his head on his hand, in as even and cool a voice as he can manage. “are you a good kisser, [name]?”

your smile grows. “good enough,” you reply easily, stretching out your legs and yawning. “probably better than you. why? do you wanna find out?”

he swallows. his palms are slick with sweat, and he clenches his fingers into fists, taking a beat before he opens his mouth. you watch him without a word, looking more serious than you did before.

“yeah,” he answers. his voice is hoarse, but the easiness of the word is almost surprising. after everything, it was this easy? if he had known that – that the key to gaining this opportunity was simply to flirt like he did with so many others – ?

but no. you are different, somehow, almost off limits unless you initiated the interaction. he wants nothing less than to overstep with you.

he repeats his assent, clearing his throat, and your eyes light up, sending a shiver of anticipation down his spine. you lean in, and he closes his eyes, and –

and, your kiss sends him dizzy; you taste like the sweetest strawberries in the height of summer, and your lips are softer than he could have imagined. for that moment, there is nothing more than you and him in the world. he could float away on this high, like dandelions on the wind.

you pull away first, and he fails to steady himself for a moment, face flushed with surprise and heat. you’re really so lovely, he thinks, barely able to put together that one clear thought; your face is knowing, and your mouth still slightly open. you swipe your thumb across your lip.

“i – ” he stammers. you smirk, tilting your head, and he swallows. “i’m definitely a better kisser than y-you,” he says, trying to regain his posture, but with you so close, your eyelashes nearly brushing his cheek, he can barely think straight, let alone speak with his normal wit and charm.

you roll your eyes at his attempt to recover. “you still think so?” there is laughter in your voice, mocking but not quite malicious. he nods, wiping the back of his hand across his face, and opens his mouth again – only to be silenced with a second kiss.

maybe … maybe, you actually are better than him, he reflects silently as you cup his face, deepening the kiss. not that he really has a problem with that.

yae miko wears the same teasing smirk every time you see her at the shrine, a smugly knowing expression of pure superiority that both irritates and captivates you. she takes every opportunity to demonstrate the sheer amount of knowledge she possesses over you, reveling in the way she’s able to shut you down with only a few words, then covering her mouth and laughing daintily, eyes crinkling with mirth as you scowl.

of course, you can’t be entirely displeased with your situation, as she does instruct you properly in what to do. you know that there are many who would give their right arm to be in your place working underneath her, and indeed you do have a prestigious position as one of the attendants at the shrine. but she seems to enjoy exerting her power and intelligence a bit too much.

you can’t decide whether you’re flattered or just plain annoyed by the attention she pays you, the way she seems to delight in your crestfallen face as she clicks her tongue, shaking her head with a mix of condescension and disappointment that paints her in melancholy, but the sparkle in her dusky purple eyes gives her away.

this time is no different; after waking up late, then sprinting as fast as you could from your small house in the countryside, then climbing the enormous mountain as quickly as you could to reach the shrine, you’re suffering through yet another lecture for the mistake you made while your head was still clouded with sleepy panic. you deserve it, technically, but – extenuating circumstances don’t seem to matter at all to her.

“ah, [name], yet again you’ve brought the wrong talismans,” she says, tilting her head and cupping her cheek. “goodness, how many times will it take you to collect the correct ones? you’re acting shockingly unexperienced. i’m starting to wonder whether it isn’t on purpose. do you really value your job so little? if that’s the case, i may have to replace you … ”

you can practically hear her honeyed laughter as you stare at her, pink lips quirked into a secretive half smile. you look away, then back, sinking into a deep bow and keeping your eyes squarely on the ground so she can’t see the anger bubbling in them.

“please, lady guuji, i’m sincerely sorry for my mistake,” you utter in as apologetic a tone as you can muster. “i promise on threat of losing my job that it won’t happen again. this morning was especially hectic, and i’m very sorry for it.”

her eyes brighten and she nods, gesturing you up. you raise your head, expression steady, but there’s still a hint of frustration that must show, because her gaze grows a bit darker with displeasure. you brace yourself for another apology, but when she speaks she almost sounds saddened.

“oh dear, you look so troubled.” she closes her eyes, shaking her head. “you know i’m only hard on you because i care, right … ?” her voice is soft, and she twirls a lock of hair around her finger as she talks, “i know it must be frustrating having to hear my criticism all the time, but it’s not for no reason. i simply want to see you succeed, and i do believe you can achieve great things … with my help.”

you’re shocked by what she’s saying; she’s never praised you or offered any genuinely encouraging words before, and her tone is nothing short of caring. you can almost accept her words as genuine, if not for the teasing glint still in her eyes. “okay,” you say quietly.

she blinks. “[name]!” there is some blend of hurt and shock in her voice. “you don’t believe me?” you stay silent, which is apparently enough of an answer for her, and she presses one hand to her chest. “my goodness, have you thought i simply disliked you this entire time?”

she looks genuinely disturbed and wounded for a moment at your silence, and then – smooth as silk, it melts into a knowing smile.

“you must know that’s not the truth,” she almost purrs, taking a step closer. “i have nothing but appreciation for your hard work, and hold you in high regard … truly, it’s so hard for me to believe that you were of such an outlandish opinion.”

you open your mouth, but she presses one finger against your lips. heat rushes to your face from the contact. her eyes gleam. “really, i don’t understand how it could have turned out like that with all of the special attention i pay you … maybe i should have been more forward from the beginning, hmm?”

she leans in and kisses you, and your eyes fly wide open with surprise before closing as she presses closer. her eyelashes are long and tickling your cheek. her mouth is so soft. she tastes like – like some archaic tea blend, the gentlest sweetness and bitterly fierce at the same time, and you’re so shocked she’s kissing you that you can’t even think straight.

and then it’s over, as suddenly as it began; a spark flicks over your lips as she pulls back, one delicate hand on her chest and giggling softly at your dumbstruck expression. you touch your mouth, and she laughs harder at the disbelief on your face.

“oh, [name] … such a naïve and unexperienced cutie,” she says, and this time hearing your name on her tongue and her calling you unexperienced sends not vexation but a shock of excitement down your spine.

childe keeps his affection for you no secret. he never has; somehow, he missed the memo to be cagey and quiet about his feelings, and instead every person in the nation of liyue (and probably beyond) knows about his “love”, as he calls it, “for beautiful and elegant [name], for whom i would buy everything in the harbor just to win a single smile from their pretty face.” you have a suspicion that tonia is writing scripts for him.

he is everything but quiet, loud and brash and bold in everything he does. to you, he is shining and happy and gleeful, always laughing and offering you things, endlessly smiling. you have never seen that expression leave his face once; he is a shallow man to you, nothing but a flatterer with all glitter and no substance. you have never felt anything romantic towards him, but he continues trying.

you’re picking sweet flowers and jueyun chilis one day, shrouded in autumn’s gold and amber leaves, but the cover of the trees does not shield you from the sight of approaching fatui agents. one brandishes a knife, flickering in and out of sight, and another holds a cannon. both are outfitted in armor, while you have no weapon or protection.

“w-what do you want?” you stammer, holding up your hands defensively. the man with the knife’s red eyes glimmer. “pay your dues,” he snarls, and advances closer with swift movements.

you hold nothing but flowers, and your heart is thrumming in your ears as flame licks at your feet and arms, causing you to wince with pain. you’re caught, you don’t have any money, and there’s nowhere to run.

and then, he appears; red half-cape thing you’ve mocked so many times billowing in unseen wind, his eyes glowing menacingly. for a moment, you’re afraid of him, but his face softens when he sees you, nodding as if to say he’ll handle it, and an unfamiliar feeling of relief rushes through you. then he turns his attention on the fatui, expression hardening back into anger.

"what is going on here?” he says, voice thundering with barely restrained fury. the fatui go silent and still at the sight of him, a fact that confuses and almost scares you, but you’re too busy scrambling behind him to think about it. the fatui drop to their knees. “lord tartaglia,” the hydrogunner says mechanically, “we were simply collecting mora from this citizen – ”

he sweeps his hand, and the man instantly is quiet.

“leave, now,” he says. the fatui protest for a moment, but he flicks his wrist and a long blade made from glimmering blue water appears in his grasp. he spins it casually, with deadly skill, and says, “do you really want to test your skills against me? this is an order. i won’t ask again.”

the fatui go silent, then bow and vanish simultaneously, and you both release a breath. almost immediately, his threatening aura is gone. your heart is still pounding.

“[name],” he starts, turning and rubbing a hand down his face. “are you alr – ”

you cut him off by throwing yourself into his arms and kissing him; he makes some startled, half muffled noise and you have to choke back a laugh. once he recovers his balance, he leans into it, with the easy confidence you would have expected from him, and yet … something about him is holding back; you can feel it in the grasp he takes on your hips as you cling to him, his hold light and ready to let go at any time.

when you pull away, he’s smiling with a tense mix of giddiness and anxiety. you’re suddenly struck with self consciousness, looking away and tucking your hair behind your ear. you can’t believe you just did that. he rescued you, in a way, and it felt like – for the first time, you were seeing him as more than just a bored friend with too much free time. like he actually cared about you. like you meant something to him, something important.

“does this mean you – ” he says. his voice cracks just a bit and he cuts himself off. you cross your arms over your chest, managing to keep your expression even, and thankful that your hair covers the sides of your head; you can feel fluster coloring your ears bright red. “it means whatever i say it means.”

“so? what do you say it means?” he asks, meeting your eyes with a rueful look on his face. there is some measure of resignation there, something that says i know how you’re going to answer, and you decide to prove him wrong.

“it means i like you, moron,” you say before you can hesitate, and as his eyes – blue as the sea, and empty as its cavernous depths, but archons they really are beautiful – widen you pull him into a hug and bury your face in his shoulder, still trembling slightly from the stress of the encounter.

he says your name, and somehow this time it carries weight behind it in a way it never did before. but you only close your eyes, taking in his scent, a mixture of dried flowers and ocean spray, that you never found comforting until now; now, you hope you’ll never leave the embrace of his arms, and something about the way he holds you makes you think if that was what you wished, you could stay like this forever.

collei has bright, sparkly eyes, the color of amethysts; she has a smile that appears on her rosebud mouth with the grace and loveliness of a blooming flower, and a voice like a sweet, chirpy dove. she is pretty; even beautiful, but – you could never say it, not to her or anyone else. maybe it’s the trust in those shining eyes when she looks at you. or the way she grabs your palm, her hands warm, as she pulls you to the newest patch of blossoming florets.

it’s like she’s sure of the fact that there is no secret in the world you hold from her, even though this one – your heart pounding when you hear her laugh – is the biggest you could be possibly hiding. you won’t tell her, you swear to yourself, that you love her, because that’s what it is, really. it’s love, plain and simple. you won’t tell her, because she’s too good for you and she’d never reciprocate.

but this furious heartache, leaving you staring into space to dry out tears, is – well. it’s far from pleasant, but as long as you keep seeing her smile, you …

“you’re zoning out again,” she scolds, waving her hand in front of your face. you startle, blinking, then bow your head and apologize sheepishly as her disgruntled expression comes into focus. “ah, sorry collei, i was just … thinking.”

“i’ll give you something to think about,” she giggles, irritation replaced by excitement. “how ‘bout that?” she points at the sky, and you look up at the gathering grayish blue storm clouds. “we’ve got a rainstorm rolling in!”

she loves bad weather and rain for some reason you’ve never understood. you wrinkle your nose, pointing out it’s monsoon season. the storms can flood through entire sections of the forest; if you stay on low ground where you are, the two of you could be drowned.

“we’re too far from the village to turn back now, what should we do?”

she taps her chin, thinking. “let’s … let’s head to the deeper part of the rainforest and climb a tree, so we’re high off the ground and just wait it out.”

you salute, smiling at her quick thinking. “you’re the boss.”

in the time it takes you to reach the thicker sections of the rainforest and locate a suitable tree, the rain’s already started, seeping through your forest ranger’s clothing. she quickly constructs a makeshift umbrella out of thick leaves and sap, sliding it into the crook of two of the tree’s limbs. you watch her work, fast and capable; she really has grown from the childishly fumbling amateur she used to be. you take a seat underneath when it’s finished.

she sits cross legged, with her face tilted up to the sky, eyes closed as raindrops burst over her skin and slide down her cheeks. she looks peaceful and happy. you’re curled into yourself, the chilly rain soaking you to the bone, and are about to comment on her stoicism when her serenity is broken by a violent shudder.

instantly, you peel off your jacket and tuck it over her. “you’re gonna catch your death of cold if you don’t get under here,” you say, pulling her underneath the umbrella. she sputters, but her teeth are chattering hard enough to break up her words into staccato.

“b-b-but [name], you’re gonna be c-cold too if you don’t have your jacket,” she protests, but you shake your head. “you’re colder, plus you made the umbrella, so just take it, alright?”

she looks at you, eyes wide with such a cute expression – surprise, sincerity, gratefulness – you almost forget how to breathe. you look away and sit back against the tree, breathing slower, trying to preserve the heat you have left.

“i like you,” she says suddenly, and your heart practically stops.

your head snaps to her, seeking for the expression of apology for such a dumb joke, or maybe innocent thankfulness, saying thatin such a childlike way, but – no, what she’s displaying is sincere, real affection, her face colored with a red blush. your breath catches.

she sits forward, tucking your jacket tighter around her. “i mean – not to say something silly and unexpected, but i really – i really, really like you, [name],” she says, her tone sweet, shaky and genuine. “i-i can barely focus sometimes ‘cause i’m always thinking about you, and just now, you gave me your jacket, even though – ” she presses her fists to her face. “i can’t keep it a secret anymore, s-so – even if you don’t feel the same way, i – ”

what ... ? as if i never felt the same way? no -- i truly, always --

“no!” you interrupt. “i like you too! i … really do,” you say, trailing off into a whisper. “i’ve liked you for so long, i can’t believe you … ”

it’s quiet, then. neither of you says anything for a long moment.

“i-if we like each other, we’re supposed to kiss, right? i’ve never kissed someone before,” she whispers slowly, blushing furiously and stumbling. “can i … can we … ” her voice trails off and you wait, heart pounding in your ears. “can we … try it?”

you try to speak, and nothing happens at first, you’re so frozen with shock. you clear your throat, managing “really?” the word is awfully loud in the silence broken only by drumming rain, and she looks even more embarrassed, but nods anyway.

“okay,” you breathe. “okay. i … i’m gonna kiss you now, and – and if you don’t want me to, just say no, and i’ll – i’ll stop.” you wait for her to nod again. she’s trembling, and you can’t tell if it’s the cold or a nervous excitement. you have never seen her smile wider.

you lean in and press your lips to hers. you can hear your heartbeat, and maybe hers too; she smells like flowers, of course, and the kiss is a sugary, clumsy, chaste thing. but it’s her, it really is, and she is flawless. she always has been. so it’s perfect too. and when she pulls away, that’s what she whispers to you as she wraps her arms around your neck.

so that was the first kiss, awkward and new and genuine … and perfect; just like your beloved collei; and you can’t wait to kiss her again, and again, and again.

albedo has always been handsome, but lately his beauty – that’s the only word for it, really – has been nothing less than otherworldly. you’re far from the only person in mondstadt to admire him, as he’s quite traditionally attractive, and polite as well; though of course less savory rumors surround him as well. as the knights of favonius’ chief alchemist, there have been quite a few whispers of his eccentric side and his strange experiments.

this is far from a deterrent for you, however. you’re actually quite interested by his research and find it enjoyable to spend your time in his lab, helping out and simply accompanying him through his explorations of dragonspine. still, your intrigue in alchemy isn’t your only reason to partake in his studies, of course. no, not just his looks, either, but everything about him, really, from his habit of tugging on his gloves when he’s confused to the endearingly blank tone of his boyish voice.

but of course, that unfair loveliness is the first thing you always notice when you see him, and it doesn’t go away. it’s what keeps your eyes riveted to the strands of his fluffy hair, dusted in the last few moments of sunset and a light haze of wintery white snowfall as you sit beside him, clutching a cup of hot chocolate and trying to keep your body still against the biting cold of the mountain.

his bright blue eyes are relaxed for once in his life as he crosses his hands in his lap, staring up at the puffs of thick clouds against the rapidly dimming sky. he’s gorgeous, in a way that seems almost unreal, like he was sculpted from clay and brought to life as the perfect boy. you watch him in silence, affection crinkling the lines of your face into a wistful smile as the minutes pass.

“[name]?” he asks, turning, and you start. “uh – um, yeah?"

“what’s your type?” he says. your breath catches.

the question is almost innocuous, and yet his closeness, the slight blush across his face in the frostbitten landscape, has you shocked, your lips parting for a moment. his eyes flick to your mouth for just a second, then back up to your eyes, and – no, you must have imagined the way his cheeks grow just a shade darker pink.

“my type?”

“yes, sucrose has been telling me about romance, such as the oblivious and pining trope, and star crossed lovers,” he says serenely. “they seem to be very popular in mondstadt, i’ve seen many young women reading romance stories lately.”

oh, you think, with a mix of relief and disappointment, he only wanted to know for his data analysis, as usual. well, there’s really no harm in answering; he’s been so oblivious about your feelings, anyway, he probably wouldn’t even be able to pick up on what you were saying.

“smart guys,” you say honestly, “people who are straightforward with what they want, and they should be devoted too, to what i’m interested in, plus the relationship itself. though, none of it is as important as them being a caring and kind person.” you smile thoughtfully. “i never would have expected this from you of all people, albedo.”

“ah, sucrose said the same thing,” he says almost sheepishly, “but i thought it could be – ” he clears his throat, swallowing before he continues. “ – interesting, to … engage in this sort of thing more often. it’s more exciting than i would have thought.”

you try to ignore the skip your heart makes at this, and prop your head on your hand, forcing your voice to a nonchalant tone. “really? so, have you thought about it a lot? what’s your type?”

you know you don’t imagine it this time, his face blushing a bit redder, and it sends your heart into your throat and your pulse racing, though he keeps his balance and steady voice when he speaks after blinking slowly. despite yourself, you of course want to know his answer.

“people who show their feelings easily, and are willing to be patient,” he says, slowly, tapping his fingers on his knee. “and … i agree with you, that it’s important for them to care about my own pursuits. i think – it’s a sign of a good person who makes a dedicated effort towards partaking and showing interest in my work. someone who’s worth keeping.”

his voice – such a stupid thing to focus on, and yet – he sounds like it’s you that he means, there is some meaningful quality in his tone, as calm and collected as ever, and yet his voice is warm, like a beam of sunlight cutting through the shade cast by a thick forest of trees. he’s looking at you, with those eyes that are as blue as the sea, and you can barely breathe.

he leans closer. sunset has long passed by now, and the moon is gleaming bright in the velvet blue sky. the pale silver light throws his pretty features into shadowy definition, and when he kisses you, his gloved hand cupping your face, his lips are warm despite the cold; your eyes are closed, and yet all you see are stars.

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Hello Henry :D I've followed you for quite sometimes and I really love your works!! So I'd like to request if you don't mind: Lisa, Shenhe and Yae with a very emotional reader. Like the reader can easily burst into tears, either when they feel too happy or too sad (kinda self-indulgent since that's me irl). I hope you can write this and if you don't that's fine!!! Thank you sm and have a good dayy!!!

Them with a very emotional reader

characters: Lisa / Shenhe / Yae Miko x gn!reader

warnings: none

a/n: *September 2022* OH GOD THIS REQUEST IS A YEAR OLD WHAT AM I DOING?!?! I am so sorry it took me this long, also, if you’re still following me and remember that you requested this anon, thanks for the nice words!

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Lisa

When the sun started to set and most people had already left the library a long time ago, one person outside of the librarian would almost certainly still be seated where they’d been for hours already, reading the same book they had been reading for hours already while still breaking out in laughter, tears of joy or sad weeping depending on whatever they were reading.

A long time ago, Lisa would have felt her peaceful naps disturbed, almost going as far as to reprimand them for not following every library's most sacred law. And yet, as she heard you giggling to yourself now, she couldn’t help but feel the corners of her lips shape into a smile as she left the comfortability of her chair to rise before slowly making her way over to where you sat.

“And cutie? Like what you’re reading?”, the librarian asked once she was behind your chair, putting her hands on it and leaning against it until her face wasn’t too far from the side of your head, something that proved to be lucky as you quickly whipped your head around, causing you to nearly headbutt her, the happiness on your face almost as radiant as that of a dog excitedly wagging its tail at the sight of its owner.

“Lisa!”, you exclaimed with excitement, throwing the notion of trying to keep quiet in a library completely out the window.

“Very much so, it’s surprisingly funny. Everytime I think I know what’s going to happen next, it takes a completely different turn. I can’t stop laughing…”, you slowly trailed off, staring into the far for a split second before once again turning your attention towards her, your cheeks growing red from shame.

“I was loud again, wasn’t I? Of course I was, that was a stupid question. I’m sorry Lisa, I know that I’m supposed to be quiet in here but- I tend to lose track of the real world whenever I’m here”, you frantically apologized, talking so quickly Lisa could feel herself growing lightheaded trying to keep up with you, only to eventually calm you down with an assuring smile.

“I know. I’m sure most people that come here kind of expect to hear you already at this point, so don’t worry your cute head over nothing.”

“Anyway, want to tell me about the book?”, she asked before taking a seat next to you and listening to you excitedly recollect about the book.

It only took her a couple of sentences to realize she had already read it, managing to finish each of your sentences during your plot summary in her head before you. But as she looked at your happy face as you went on, interrupting you was the last thing on her mind.

Shenhe

There were times your behavior didn’t quite seem to make sense to Shenhe. Tears coming out of your eyes only for you to smile and reassure her that they were tears of joy when she awkwardly tried to console you. Crying not out of sadness but from feeling happy? Shenhe must have been even more out of touch with human emotions than she had realized, that or the last time she felt such happiness must have been too far in the past for her to remember.

At the end of the day it didn’t matter. If you were happy that was great, and if you showed your joy by bursting into tears then it was also fine. Even if it caused her to worry a bit.

Today was your birthday and while the two of you had agreed to spend the day together, Shenhe didn’t come empty handed. She had seen people buy each other presents for special occasions and how happy they made others, and so, before she had realized it, she went and asked her master for help with choosing something to give you.

In hindsight it would have been quicker and a lot less embarrassing if she had just kept to herself, Cloudretainers choices being… rather unorthodox, but once she was involved, there was no way Shenhe was able to back out. Or bring the present back with her for that matter.

So here she was, handing you the present as her chest tightened up, uncharacteristic levels of anxiety building up in her in worry you wouldn’t like it, and yet, as she finally looked back at you, seeing you stare inside the opened bag with tears welling up in the corners of your eyes, that same anxiety quickly found itself replaced with panic.

“I’m sorry, it was stupid of me to try and get you something when I’m this out of touch with human society. Please for-”, Shenhe was just in the process of apologizing, when you basically jumped at her and gave her a hug, happily swaying from side to side.

“Thanks Shenhe! Where did you even get a Cor Lapis Amulet this beautiful?”, you asked before pulling back for a moment and pulling the string attached to the stone around your neck.

Here you were again, crying while being happy and leaving Shenhe completely dumbfounded. And while she silently stood there for a few moments, letting everything that was happening pass by, a smile slowly made its way onto her face, your joy far too radiant for the red strings around her body to stop all of it from rubbing off on her.

Yae Miko

Somehow, was it because Yae took pity on someone this easily moved to tears or because your display of unfiltered joy and happiness was too contagious for her to ruin it with a comment or two, you found yourself almost unharmed by the notorious Guuji. Sure, there were still more than enough times even you had to endure her teasing, but even then it was anything but humiliating.

The same could not be said about whoever was unlucky enough to hurt your feelings, be it by deliberately being mean to you or saying something hurtful in the heat of the moment…

When you had entered Yae’s office while loudly and enthusiastically greeting her, only for her to respond with nothing more than a grunt of acknowledgement, the room quickly returned to being completely silent, causing her to eventually look up at you, wondering why your enthusiasm had died down so suddenly, only to be greeted with the sight of you spacing out, your expression growing increasingly worried and down.

“Is something wrong? Why so silent all of a sudden?”, she asked, finally putting her work to the side, causing you to snap out of it and look at her again, even if you avoided eye contact.

“Miko. Am I annoying?”

“Who called you annoying?”, Yae almost immediately shot back with another question, her voice betraying her determination to find out a name, and while she saw your eyes widen in surprise as you quickly tried to assure her that there was no one, she knew you better than to be fooled.

“I’m just saying that if I annoy you, you can tell me-”, you barely managed to get the sentence out of your mouth as small tears started forming on the corners of your eyes, before Yae cut you off again.

“My little bird, go around the streets and ask about me for a minute and you’ll find out quite easily that I’m not exactly someone that holds back when it comes to saying what I want. So don’t even think I’d be too afraid to tell you if I really found you annoying.”

By the time she finished talking, Yae stood only a meter or two in front of you, only to continue talking after a small pause.

“So. What’s their name?”

Was it out of intimidation or because some deep, part of you wanted them to get their comeuppance, but before you knew it, you had spilt the name, immediately feeling guilt over what was about to happen wash over you, only for Yae to give you a reassuring smile before lightly patting your shoulder.

“Sit down and make yourself comfortable, I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

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popponn · 8 months

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foxes, sake, and what follows after a reunion. [yae miko x f!reader]

notes: in a way, part 2 of this. could be read separately. contains depictions and mentions of hangover and drinking.

Sometimes, you forgot Miko is a fox. A very mischievous fox.

But, at times like this, she would never fail to remind you of that fact.

“Oh, are you up, Sleeping Beauty?” Miko smiled as she gazed down at you.

“Wha…?” you started, nearly incoherent. Your head throbbed, cruelly reminding you of your drinking spree just a few hours ago. You held back a groan at that reminder. Talk about a loose lightweight.

Graceful and mocking, Miko laughed. “How cute,” she mused. Was it another time, you would have protested or at least glared at her. Luckily, you were too busy trying to gather yourself at the moment.

“What happened?” you slowly blinked, trying to wave off your headache. It didn't help at all.

“My favorite swordmaster was too overjoyed by our reunion,” Miko narrated, as if the said favorite swordmaster wasn't lying pathetically on her lap. “So, I spared her some mercy and let her drink to her heart contents before gently nursing her on a bench, out in a cold night.”

“You just wanted to embarrass me,” you chided. One of your hands grasped around your waist, trying to find your blade, only to be caught by one of Miko’s hands instead and lose its strength immediately.

“You knew I would never do that. On top of that, you are a silent drunk who just keep drinking like a divorced middle age,” Miko replied, her fingers gently tangling with yours, her other hand never stopping combing through your strands. “If anything, it was both cute and cool in your own way.”

You groaned at her answer, before shifting your head on her lap to be more comfortable. Miko didn't protest, thankfully seeing it seemed to be impossible for you to be able to get up anytime soon. Talk about overdoing it.

“You should have stopped me,” you said.

“And lose a source of entertainment? In your dreams,” Miko scoffed.

“If I was any mortal I would have died from alcohol poisoning.”

“Yet, here we are. Your head on my lap, with a way-too-early hangover,” a ghost of touch landed on your lips as your hand limply was laid on top of your belly.

You merely sighed. Then, saying, “Five more minutes, then we are going home.”

“Sure, sure,” Miko said, with no trance of faith in you.

“I’m serious. And why don't you just drag me home or leave me be in the first place?” you scolded, feeling your composure coming back.

“Well, I did consider dragging you up the mountain, but in the end I couldn't decide which pose was the most hilarious. So, here we are,” Miko traced your lips once again. “You were so cute, sleeping like a baby. Should we do this every night?”

You closed your eyes, before yet again heaving out a heavy sigh. As you turned and pressed your face to her stomach, Miko chuckled, humoring and fond. Tiredly, you finally replied, “Just… let's skip the alcohol next time.”

“Sure, Dearest. Sure,” Miko said, teasing like a fox.

#yae miko imagines #yae miko x reader #genshin yae #yae miko #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #genshin impact #genshin x you #genshin impact x reader #i figured out how to italic! and hyperlink! and many more! eureka!!!

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clouddyyneptune · 1 year

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How The Inazuma Women Would Finger You (Yae Miko and The Raiden Shogun)

warnings: pet names(bunny, little one, sweetheart, love), overstimulation, fingering, praise, degradation, desk sex.

Yae Miko:

this lady knows exactly how to work her fingers

she usually has very long manicured nails, but she’ll file them down so she can please you without any discomfort.

she’ll have you sitting in her lap as she draws lazy circles on your inner thigh, fingertips dancing across your warm skin and leaving goosebumps rise throughout your whole body

you’ll beg for her to touch you where you so badly desire, and she’ll toy with you a little, smirking as she stops her movements to speak. “now now, little one. perhaps you can ask in a nicer way?”

her soft and playful tone has a slight demanding pitch to it, but it fuels you all the more. you wanted to be a good girl for the one and only yae miko.

“please, yae. please touch me.” you’d say, turning so you could make eye contact with her and see the familiar flash in her eyes when she heard you beg again.

the woman would deem your request as good enough, so she resumed her movements, finger now slipping into the waistband of your panties and hooking around the lace to slide them down your thighs.

yae will let her fingers teasingly brush along your bundle of nerves just to watch you squirm in response. she loves doing that.

and as soon as her fingers slide into your entrance you’re already far gone, both of you knowing that you’ll be cumming within the next couple minutes.

she’ll tease and degrade you throughout this, whispering things like: “aw, don’t go quiet on me now. i wanna hear those little sounds.” or “already so wet for me, bunny. how pathetic.”

yae miko curls her fingers a bit harder when she knows you’re close, using her other hand to circle your clit with tight strokes.

she’ll have you shaking when you orgasm, smiling throughout the whole thing as she coos your name, praising you for being such a good girl.

when she feels you relax in her touch, she’ll place a soft kiss on your neck, smiling with the same playfulness she had before. “how about you give me another one, bunny?”

The Raiden Shogun

she is often very busy, but when she does have the time for you, she’ll make it worth the while

her favorite place to have you is on her desk, her ring and middle finger slipping in and out of you with ease as your back arches against the wood below you.

she had originally prepared dinner plans for the both of you, but things got heated when you started to stare at her in a way that made her heart flutter.

“sweetheart, you could have asked for me to cancel those reservations much earlier. i did not know you had this in mind.” she states with ease, as though she hadn’t had you on her desk, babbling and moaning all while her fingers curled inside of your pussy, fingertips grazing that soft spot inside of you.

your thighs clenched around her hand, trapping her there as you closed your eyes shut. “i didn’t want to ruin our date night.”

she would tut, shaking her head and using her other hand to now target your clit. “ruin? you are more than enough to satisfy my cravings.”

her fingers felt like electricity, ravishing you on the desk she had spent countless hours completing paperwork on. though, you didn’t mind. neither did the shogun.

the lady would continue, eyes glued onto the way her fingers would disappear into your entrance. “i think it is only best if you respect my wishes, yes? let us both be satisfied.”

satisfied was an understatement. with your body twitching in pleasure, you released onto the woman’s slender fingers, and she smiled that small smile of hers. taking your hand in hers, she pulled you up to sit, caressing your cheek with a loving touch. “that is much better, love. perhaps we can schedule that date another day.”

you would happily oblige.

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buoyant-breeze · 2 years

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hello! first of all i hope you're having a great day, you deserve all happiness <3

second of all, i've fallen in love with your headcanons recently, and since i saw you're requests are still open may i ask for some scaramouche hcs? i'm okay with anything from fluff/cuddling/kissing or even something more nsfw, i just really wanna read what you have to write about him ahah ♥️

wishing you all the best!

— 🌱 anon (if that's okay? :))

author’s note ⊱ no problem! decided to take this into a part two of how they cuddle! i went all the way and added his tormenting family, lmao

part one is here (albedo, childe, diluc, kaeya, kazuha, thoma, venti, xiao, zhongli)

characters ⊱ scaramouche, ei / raiden shogun, yae miko

warnings ⊱ completely safe!

rating ⊱ sfw

scaramouche

by nature, he is not much for touch. he simultaneously yearns it more than anything, and despises it with all his heart.

it is at his weakest he will accept it. on his knees, at the end of the world. he’s sharp and ugly at his worst, and yet, there you are.

when you hold him, he shudders and exhales deep against your chest, as if he cannot bear the weight of you around him. and yet, instead of running, he just burrows in, and hides himself in your arms.

in time, he learns. he reaches for you even when he has no reason to. he tucks his arms around you, and burrows his head into your shoulder.

he often rests against you, face pressed against your chest, or nose tucked against your throat; always looking for the beat of your heart.

in bed, he counts your ribs with the tips of his fingers, and cocoons his head into the shape of your neck as it meets your collarbone, counting the time with each breath of your lungs.

ei / raiden shogun

she cradles you, eyes drifting closed, brows furrowing down; it’s nearly a mournful look, but she keeps you close

only ends the embrace when you do; she never pulls away first

keeps a hand on your back and another curled around your waist

she has a habit of trying to hold you to her chest, and she’ll generally rest her head against the top of yours, sighing into your hair as if you erase every burden inside of her

usually makes soft comments, “the rain has grown still, and the moon is high. and you are here. safe, in my arms.”

yae miko

she teases you for wanting affection each time. “a 'snuggle’? well, i suppose. if you think you’ve truly earned it.”

but it’s only bark and no bite; each time, she’ll pull you into her arms regardless. she has a very soothing hold, and this close, you can catch the scent of something sharp and floral, like cherry blossoms and perfume.

likes to scratch at your scalp and the back of your neck. she’d never tell you, but it’s just a much a comfort to her to feel something as it is for you to be touched.

her guard is down when she’s asleep, and it is only like this that you can truly hold her back. she’d feel rather blissful, indeed, if she subconsciously felt you spooning her from behind, legs tangled together.

in public, she generally prefers the hugs where you mostly hug her arm, rather than her whole person. she finds your presence in such cases a delight, and not as much a hinderance.

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contentloadingandstuff · 1 year

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Hello my dear friend, I cordially come to ask for an Ask. As you can imagine from my requests I'm not a big fan of the famous Yae Miko, so I wanted a M!Reader that has a problem with Yae Miko and doesn't hide it, when she arrives he leaves, when she tries to talk he just ignores her. And the explanation for this would be why she provoked him (We all know that she has a certain hobby of teasing others) in a horrible situation (Like the death of a loved one or the end of a relationship) and he took it to heart . And he always looked like a normal person with no vision, but when Yae was teasing a younger person (Above 18 of course) she witnessed the sword art of M!Reader who is currently the best swordsman in the world, and that he would attack to kill because the person she was teasing was his younger brother, and he would hate for her to break his heart with her teasing. And would he keep attacking and tearing everything in two on the way, electricity? redirected, outside interference? Just balancing combat, raiden shogun itself? Two swords and pray you don't get hit by either blade. And he completely dominates the fight, pressing Yae to a point where she really thought it would be her end, but the Brother of M!Reader stopped him explaining that he knew about Yae's provocations but he wasn't taking it seriously, narrowly saving his life. from Yokai. And the M!Reader wouldn't care if Sara or Raiden had gotten in the way, he would just hold his brother's hand and walk away as if nothing had happened, what would be the reaction of both Yae and the ''Powers'' of inazuma with such an event? And I got a little carried away, sorry

The Shrine Incident Imagines

A/N: Hello! Cordially it indeed was. So extensive, in fact, that I decided to try out a new format - this time more true to its core idea - imagines! First time doing the real thing, so I hope everyone likes it.

CW: Male!Reader.

Miko would be surprised to say the least.

Yes, she indeed knew that annoying the army's second in command, just after his unit suffered heavy losses in the war, wasn't right. But she never expected to face actual consequences for her actions. She never did. The most Sara usually did was huff, flap her wings a bunch and leave when Miko amused herself at the Tengu's expense.

And to think a human could have a worse temper than a Tengu…

Miko never expected him to have a Vision. Unlike many others, he chose to hide it instead of showcasing it to the world, as a surprise element, Miko thought. And she suffered quite the shock one day indeed.

She was just minding her own business, or rather making others uncomfortable and miserable for fun. A young soldier came to the shrine to pray. As he was leaving, Miko did her thing - caught his attention and marveled at his shy and uncomfortable reactions when she got too close and personal, both physically and in conversation. And then…

Leave the boy alone, the man said. She looked at him with a mocking smile. Or what?

He approached closer, standing barely a few inches away. He repeated his order. Leave. Him. Alone.

Miko then huffed, annoyed at his rough tone. Ordering Kitsune, are we? You are either bold, or just not that gifted in the mind.

What Miko didn't expect was him drawing his blade. He repeated the words one more time, but Miko summoned her weapon in response. Before she could give him a scolding speech, he already moved towards her. She summoned her shield, but it was shattered with a Pyro-infused strike, throwing her back. She quickly got to her feet, shaking the shock of the resistance she has not experienced from a mortal in hundreds of years.

She moved on to attack, but the resonance between their visions made anything she threw at him next to useless. Even worse, he seemed to have a great deal of experience in using his vision in combat, as would be expected from a warrior of such high standing. Miko had to push down her pride and call for the shrine guards to help.

The Kitsune expected them to be cut to pieces, but instead, the general stunned and disabled them without lethal blows. A strike with the flat side of the sword to the head was enough to knock down many guards, coupled with vicious kicks and punches. A few minutes were enough to turn a group of trained professionals into a mumbling mess on the floor, clutching their hurt heads and broken limbs. Miko growled in frustration - those humans were useless…

Just as she was about to call Sara, a new face appeared on the mountain top. A younger man, dressed in uniform as well. Quite similar to the general, who was now holding Miko against a wall in his iron grasp. He stretched out his arm at the general. "Y/N! Don't hurt her!"

Y/N eased his grasp, letting Miko get a few gasps of air in.

"I'm sure she didn't know!"

"Know about what exactly?" Miko responded.

Y/N turned at her, and practically growled out the words. "That man has lost his parents in the war, and came here to pray for their souls. And you, Yokai, have the nerve to strike at him in such a grim situation?"

Miko looked down, and for the first time in a hundred years, felt ashamed of herself.

"Forgive me, general. I didn't know."

"You should ask him for forgiveness, Miko." Y/N dropped her to the ground, and left with his brother.

Sara arrived shortly after the incident, and was understandably angry at Y/N. She was going to call him into court, until she learned all the details. The Tengu gladly crumpled up and discarded the file. She whipped up a new sheet of paper, and began writing a call for payment to the Guuji. It was her fault, and so it should be her wallet that covers the medical bills.

The story was… honestly amusing to Ei. She had known Miko for quite a long time, and the moments when she got her due were always fun to hear about, even if the Archon didn't admit it openly.

Both women, however, agreed on keeping a closer watch on Y/N. It was fine, as long as the small disagreement remained a one-off event.

Thanks for reading!

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a-certain-romance · 11 months

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house wife reader pt 3!!! (house wife annon atp)

i wanna expand on shenhe and house wife reader bc i lost my 50/50 for her again

shenhe and housewife reader!!, Shenhe would be troubled to know if her house wife could leave her in an instance. Just so she knows you wont leave her she sometimes bends you over the kitchen counter ripping a hole in her favourite suit to let out her boner to fuck you desperately. She needs to cum in you leave some mark inside you so you get the hint.

She always cums raw inside she always wants your around so if you get an accidentital conception she’ll freak out at first and be confused since are you gonna leave? are you gonna scream at her? But turns out your making a new life with her guess her house wife really is something. she’ll happily learn abt parenting with you just for the slight mistake she caused from her own insecurities

beidou and her house wife reader is really something sometimes you beg along to go into going on the sea trips with her since you cant handle being lonely she reluctantly agrees sometimes but all you can do is sit in her cabin all day

at one point she drank too much and stumbled into the cabin, Full of lust she tears both your clothing off. she first gets you to suck her off getting her already to penetrate your cunt since you both knew how desperate you were for eachother you both just couldnt fuck due to the crew

but i know definetly they can hear that night of intamacy

lets also talk abt the inazuman girls more mainly miko rn

Yae miko is a very busy cunning woman who can only afford to give half of her time to you but that doesnt mean shes highly possesive over you, leaving condoms filled with her cum in your shared bedroom sometimes from how much she wishes she could be there for her house wife or while at night she wants you to rut against her cock and gets hard at the thought of it. All she can do now is rut against your cunt desperatly not trying to wake you up since she knows how hard her house wife works<3

untill she couldnt take it anymore she needed you she needed your tight cunt around her cock

she softly wakes up that night opening your thighs leaving cute bike marks and hickeys with her fangs as a sense of ownership before her buldge from her night suit is finally clear she pulls down her pants down enough for her semi hard cock to appear before slowly inserting the first few inchs

she was intoxicaited and drugged by how good you felt around her cock spasming already to cum inside but she knew she had to make it special she slowly started to join your hips and disattaxh them but honestly she got too desperate and started pouding away till you woke up

“go back to sleep, mommy’s g’nna make you feel real good princess” you knew you couldnt argue with your wife you cook and clean for her everyday and serve her as much as you could

honestly you thought you fsiled as a wife to have theese urges inside of you but turns out your wife was just as desperate as you <3

Dude I lost my 50/50 on her weapon I feel your pain.

Warnings: Smut written by a minor, possessive tendencies (Shenhe, Miko kinda), creampies (Shenhe), mention of pregnancy(Shenhe), power dynamics (Beidou), submission (Beidou), crying (Beidou), blowjob (Beidou), Riding (Beidou), Somno (Miko),

Links to pt1, pt2, & pt3

She’s so out of touch with society that sometimes she’ll get a bit insecure. Wouldn’t you rather want someone who has more knowledge about modern city life? Someone who can treat you to all the things Liyue has to offer? But she doesn’t let these thoughts get the better of her, not when she can do something about it. And that something is you, when she fucks your brains out. Suit be damned, a thin piece of material won’t get in the way of sex. She’s obsessed with the way her cum drips out of you when your pussy gets full of her. She finds it so incredibly hot how you’ve taken so much of her that the only place left for her cum to go is to drip out.

And it’s this same obsession that lead her to this accidental conception. In her time spent with Chongyun, she’s learned a bit or two about taking care of “kids”. And with the help of Cloud Retainer, she’ll try her best to fulfill the responsibilities of a mother.

A small part of her loves it. You’re “ruined” for anyone else. Not that she’s forcing you to stay with her after, but now your lives are intertwined in ways she didn’t anticipate. Her hand holds yours as she pounds away at you during another late night. You’re already carrying her child, so might as well cum inside again.

As much as she loves having you on board, she can’t always protect you from the dangers out at sea. Beidou feels much more comfortable with you safe and sound on land, even though it makes her miss you like crazy. There isn’t much you can do without the proper training needed to be apart of either the Shield or Spear groups so there isn’t a lot to do to pass the hours. There’s drinking of course, and on one of those nights you stop at a few glasses to go back into the cabin.

When she stumbles in with that look in her eye you know what’s about to happen. But here’s the fun part: when she’s drunk, she’s a lot more sensitive. You found this out long before you boarded. And ever since, with Beidou’s consent of course, you use that to your full advantage.

She has the faintest bit of pre-cum leaking out of her cock. You coo at how sensitive she is, aren’t you just so needy? You’ll hold the tip gently in your hand, softly wrapping your hand around it as you guide it towards your mouth. The sound of her whimpers fills your ears as she buckles greedily into you.

“Been waiting so long to have you like this. Damn the crew if they hear us, I need you”

She’s on the verge of tears as you suck her cock almost all the way. Her hand shakily grip the back of your head; weakly helping you bob your head up and down while massaging her balls for leverage. You’re usually the louder once, but when Beidou’s drunk, her breathy moans are hard to conceal.

Her cock will twitch inside your throat. When her eyebrows crease in pleasure and concentration, she paints your throat white with her cum. When you release your mouth from her cock, with a thin string of saliva connecting the two, you replace your mouth with your cunt as you shift to sit on Beidou’s lap.

She tends to sober up quickly after you suck her off, but she’s too overwhelmed to take full control. She’s tends to be the one to dominate and always loves the power trip. When she’s like this for you, she has no qualms over giving the reins to you.

Straddle her and hope there’s no noise complaints the next day.

Miko hates how she can get caught up in her work so easily. It happens a lot more than she would like since there’s always so much to be done. You’re always on her mind however. The image of your tired body cuddled in her arms, or tending to the various chores you assist with, or having your body spread out for her on the sheets. Sometimes in her office she would take her cock out and stroke it until she came. Sure it was a mess to clean up, but she desperately needed the stress relief.

Miko is mindful of your energy. No matter how much she wants it, she doesn’t want to over-exhaust your poor body. And that was how she started to bring up somno with you. You would get your much needed rest, and she would get her much needed release. She’s only settled with grinding but lately she’s been craving more.

Those first few inches felt like heaven. It feels like it’s been so long since she’s had your wet pussy wrapped around her. She was going to make this last. She started slow as she would any other night. A steady pace so your body can get used to the feeling. Her blunt nails dig into your hips as she began to loose control. It’s as if her instincts are being controlled by something else, something primal within her.

She can sense your eyelids flutter open but quietly shushes you before you can say a word. “You’re doing so good, you’re so good for me, princess. Close your eyes and let Mommy use you to get off.” She has big plans for you tonight, too bad you’ll be asleep for most of it.

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin smut #yae miko x reader #yae miko imagines #yae miko smut #yae smut #yae miko x y/n #yae miko x you #shenhe x y/n #shenhe x you #shenhe smut #shenhe x reader #beidou smut #beidou x you #beidou x y/n #beidou x reader #💋

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lumiconic · 2 years

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♪ — COULD YOU BE MINE?

❥ summary: they love you so much it hurts

❥ characters: gorou ; yae miko ; shikanoin heizou ; mona ; xiao ; collei

❥ content: some angst but mostly fluff, gn reader

❥ note: this was so much fun!! i worked soo hard and i hope you enjoy it!!

♪ GOROU

he pulls himself to a sitting position besides you, and stubbornly stares straight ahead at the drifting clouds, wishing his gaze would stop falling to your face. "i'm glad we're friends," you say with the happiest of expressions, and you look so contented, so truly at peace that it almost causes physical pain. "i really like being around you."

"yeah," he manages, and holds his tongue as best he can, focusing on the clean line of the sunny horizon and forcing down what rises in his throat and threatens to push its way out, allowing himself barely a selfish thought of saying his greatest desire out loud, that thought that in itself is a betrayal to both the friendship you treasure so much and to you.

"but i want to be -- " he bites his words back at the last second, a hand falling limply to his side, and he watches you stand up, your hair blowing gently in the wind, wishing with all his heart that he could be a person you expected to always be beside you. but you don't bother to check behind you to see whether he's following, even though of course he is, he always is. and he could never fault you for being oblivious, not when it's his own fault that he's too nervous to speak up.

of course, it's not your fault you're his only weakness, the person that makes his breath hitch and him stumble when it matters most, and he wishes he could blame you for everything, the terrible words that choke him and the wish to forever be close to you, but he knows that it's only his fault. and he can't do anything about it because when you laugh, your eyes crinkling with mirth and happiness -- it's like the whole world disappears.

♪ YAE MIKO

she smirks, and laughs, and curls her hair around one finger as she speaks to you, and wonders if you know she's helplessly hyper aware of your reactions, that after so long of keeping her eyes on you it simply became muscle memory.

the hopeless truth that she scans you after every sneaky comment to see if you're turning red, the absurd adrenaline rush that it gives her to see you knocked off balance for barely a moment. it almost feels sadistic, how she loves the power she lords over you, wants you to feel the electricity in her fingertips when she brushes her hand over your skin.

but at the same time she wants you to be flattered, to see how hard she's trying, how much she's hoping that you'll return one of those tiny compliments she says as often as breathing, and she prays that you're catching on even with how you seem to brush off her comments like crystalflies alighting on your sleeves, so used to it that it seems more routine than sincerity at this point. what would she give for the same treatment from you ... ?

how embarrassing, she thinks, that she's memorizing every little part of your face so hopelessly, watching you when she hopes you're not looking because she just couldn't look away for a moment longer. she barely knows what she's searching for but she just loves how you light up in a blush when she startles you with a compliment, and she thinks that even if it is embarrassing she'd be able to put up with the mortification if it meant spending every waking moment with you.

♪ SHIKANOIN HEIZOU

it's hard for him to admit when he's wrong. after all, his role has been unquestioned detective for so long, his words always having been thought of as law, that after the initial feeling of adrenaline and superiority came a sense of lulling into boredom and security. there's never been a case he couldn't crack, an argument he couldn't win, no wall in his way as he walked down the path that he had easily carved out for himself, by himself.

but it's with unflinching confidence that you step up and argue, with a smooth charm and steadiness that rivals even his, and you knock the blade from his hand with one strike -- a singular piece of evidence he failed to consider, and force him to recognize his newfound laziness in this world where his verdict is final and taken without question.

he somehow loves it, loves the terrifying sensation of his breath being taken away, rendered speechless for the first time in who knows how long. that someone could finally counter his reckless announcements, his arrogant dependence on the irrational factor he called "intuition", brings him a heretofore unfound joy that he can't help but relish. a challenge, a race that he had previously been running alone, that makes him feel alive like nothing else.

the detective with no shame and no weaknesses, somehow brought to his knees after being graced with your presence, who runs like the wind itself and spends every waking moment on the move, finds himself slowing down for the first time. he can only reason that he must treasure his time in this waking dream so pleasing; knowing that someday it will end -- that it must -- but praying that the moment never comes.

♪ MONA

before she met you, she had locked herself into an endless struggle, a perpetual purgatory of her own making that she regretted with every exhausted breath. she bore it alone on her own back, pained by the knowledge that this terrible, bland existence was of her own making. a pitiful story that kept her unable to ask for help, struck silent at the idea of explaining the result of the vain desire she had followed across the world.

she had seen it in herself, the glimmering of boundless potential like the reflection of a starry night sky in the sea, and reached grasping for her dream. far from her home, constantly barely scraping by, she found herself a stranger, somehow invisible to everyone who passed her by ... the brilliance that she upheld as her greatest belonging, the only treasure that she would always possess, going unrecognized.

but you had seen her somehow, understood the prideful astrologist who fights an uphill battle for respect, become the one person able to push past the waspish bitterness she had somehow rightfully harbored. you had offered your help, a hand up, wanting nothing more than to clear away the thick fog that had seemed to hide her true self from view. it was a gesture that said nothing less than "i care about you", a gesture she had silently hoped to see for so long.

and she took it; flushed with embarrassment, finally allowing herself to understand that she couldn't do it alone, and being set free by it; becoming finally able to showcase the erudite, archaic wisdom she was so proud of. you had presented her thoughtlessly and thoughtfully with what she needed and wanted most. you had helped her, refusing to let her feel indebted, and yet she would give anything in the world to make you happy, the person she loves most in the world and the person she thinks deserves all it has to offer.

♪ XIAO

it's an unfamiliar feeling, the complete lack of animosity and hostility and suspicion, the gaze upon him being a kind one for the first time in what seems like millennia. yours is a face he could never be tired of seeing, someone who clearly, truly cares for him. for so long he had been trapped in his strained, painful routine; an unshakable, constant underlying tension stole into every interaction, made him even seek a slight relief in the comfort of battle knowing he would return there eventually, no matter how long he was away.

now, however, that artificial relief is replaced with the truer feeling of admiration, maybe even a quiet adoration for you that he holds within himself, treasuring as the best version of him there is, understanding silently that he is capable of loving another person and that even after all this time he has not lost his humanity. you truly seem to bring out the best in him, and it means more than he could ever put into words.

he almost feels weightless, safe, like being with you is a shield that hides him from the world that demands his help in every waking moment, a softness that allows him to melt into the moments that he silently longs to spend with you forever. it's a gentle, serene exhaustion that overtakes him in a matter of moments, a silent pensiveness not unlike floating in the ocean and allowing yourself to be carried along by its gentle waves.

and he feels so strangely happy about it, finally somehow some semblance of normal, just another teenage boy with a person he likes. but he thinks this feeling must be more than the simple "puppy love" that everyone seems to go through, because with the way his breath falls away when his eyes fall on you, he can't imagine how anything in the world would ever get done.

♪ COLLEI

how could she ever allow herself to expect someone to love her? it's a question that she asks herself every day in disbelief at the way she settles into the motions of a relationship with you -- someone who offers a comforting eventuality that she thought would be difficult to ever find again. how ridiculous, such a question, that she would imagine there was someone willing to stay with her for so long, and yet you have, and it's almost a miracle to her.

she thanks the archon that she thought had forsaken her a time ago, but clearly that wasn't the case, because you became her blessing in disguise, and as you would tell it, she became yours. it still surprises and flusters and pleases and amazes her every time she hears your praise, your thrillingly sweet compliments, and she's more than a little embarrassed to admit that they make her feel so joyful to hear, but when she tells you this with a rose-red blush you simply smile and offer yet another.

it's shocking to her that you would accept her as she is, with her flaws, the huge deal breakers that she has always imagined them being. it was impossible for her to believe there was anyone in the world who could ignore them. the many that she has are so seemingly obvious to her, and yet it's like you don't even notice them, or if you do, you simply look past them and see the real her that she has only ever wanted people to love.

and you do, you love her, and she knows because you tell her so, tell her as often as you think she needs to hear it and as often as she wants to hear it. this is her happy ending that almost feels too amazing to be real, but it is, and she feels so heart-achingly happy that it fills her up with an almost chokingly powerful love that brings tears to her eyes, you are her one and only, someone she would be thrilled to be with until the end of time.

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definitelynotafurinasimp · 9 months

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"Sing for me"

Yae with a reader that can sing beautifully but is shy about it

characters: Yae Miko x gn!reader

warnings: none

a/n: This was supposed to be a request for both Yae and Yoimiya, but since I had a hopefully good idea for Yae's part I decided to go a bit overboard with hers.

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Yae Miko

Impressing Yae Miko was a difficult task with not much to gain. An upcoming writer finally penning a successful book could have their work overshadowed by dozens of writings of the same genre suddenly being released by Yae’s Publishing House, a genius orator could find themselves in her crosshairs for no other reason than to give her some short lived amusement and an entertainer would somehow find their way into being used as nothing but a magnet to attract more people to the shrine.

Those were just some of the examples you've heard over the years, so when you had the fortune of accidentally singing to yourself in front of Yae, only to have her start summoning you to her office whenever she felt like it, you had expected your life to be basically over.

Yae however, had other plans with you.

When you had taken a quick glance at Yae from across the room, only for the two of you to make eye contact after she turned her head within an instance, almost as if anticipating you trying to sneak a look, you knew your fate was signed. At this point the Guuji didn’t even have to use words to tell you to meet her in her office, a simple smile working as a much more efficient alternative. So when you finally stood in front of the door, taking one last deep breath before sliding it to the side, you swiftly slipped inside before once again closing the entrance just as quickly.

“Sing for me, little bird.”

No greetings, no pleasantries. Both of you knew why you were here, and while it was far from the first time she asked you to perform for her, you still felt as nervous as the first time around.

After the first time, you expected her to tear into your singing like a hungry wolf into its prey, taking bite after bite from your confidence until there was none left… not like there was enough there to satiate her hunger in the first place. Instead however, you found her surprisingly nice about it. And while she couldn’t stop herself from one or two sarcastic remarks, you somehow left her office feeling better than you entered it.

And so, you quickly complied with her order, not even trying to weasel your way out of it, wanting it to be done as quickly as possible.

“You surprise me every time. If you continue singing so beautifully I’ll have no choice but to put you on a stage someday”, Yae complimented you, only to let out a chuckle shortly afterwards.

Within an instance your whole body grew tense, the prospect of having to sing in front of a crowd not exactly something you looked forward to, a fact none knew better than the kitsune.

“I doubt that it would be a profitable venture”, you tried your best to make her discard that idea without revealing just how much you dreaded it, only for Yae to take a step closer towards you, smug smile on her face as she stared at you.

“Aww, you’re too humble. With a bit of promotional work from my Publishing House the whole of Inazuma would want to listen to you… maybe even our beloved Shogun?”, she continued to look you in the eyes until you eventually averted them, your cheeks beginning to tint ever so slightly red, your show of weakness doing anything but discouraging her from continuing.

“I do owe you a lot for singing so beautifully for me afterall, so what better way to show my gratitude than to help you achieve the success you deserve?”, Yae spoke up once again, lifting your chin and forcing you to look her in the eyes, robbing you of the last of your defenses.

“Tea”

At first, you spoke so quickly that she had difficulties catching what you had just said, prompting her face to change into one of slight confusion, only for words to once again shoot out of your mouth.

“A cup of tea would be enough.”

WIthin an instance, Yae’s puzzled expression got replaced with a smile. Not the one most of Inazuma had gotten to fear, but a small one, one that would have remained invisible to you if she hadn’t been so close.

“I guess that would work too.”

Impressing Yae Miko was a difficult task with not much to gain. An upcoming writer finally penning a successful book in hopes of impressing the publisher could have their work overshadowed by dozens of writings of the same genre suddenly being released by her Publishing House, a genius orator trying to rival the Guuji could find themselves in her crosshairs for no other reason than to give her some short lived amusement and an entertainer thinking of gaining a favor or two from her would somehow find their way into being used as nothing but a magnet to attract more people to the shrine.

Those were just some of the examples of people trying to use their talent to impress Yae, and yet the one leaving their mark on her was a quiet clerk from her publishing house, too shy to sing for anyone but themselves. One talented and yet so easy to fluster. One she didn’t mind keeping around for now.

Thank you very much for reading, I hope you enjoyed the fic.

if you liked it, then please consider reblogging, liking is already very much appreciated, but nothing helps this fic to reach people more than reblogs

#yae miko imagines #yae miko x y/n #yae miko x you #yae miko x reader #yae miko

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covenantofthedeep · 2 years

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i wanna be yours ☆

feat. | yae miko, kaedehara kazuha <;3 summary | @definitelynotahutaosimp 's prompt list, # 14! author's note | this was super super duper fun to write hehe. i love fluff <3

yae miko |

yae miko was beautiful, there was no doubt about it. but saying it? to her face? you’d rather die.

so you found out other little ways to tell her she looked great, and somehow, by some miracle, she never picked up on the fact that you were complimenting her. or maybe she did realize, but felt bad for you and didn’t say anything.

sometimes, when you talked to her, your heart would skip many beats (it was a surprise that you weren’t dead already) and your words would tangle up in your mouth and fall out in a clump of syllables. she’d laugh her clear-bell laugh and tap a finger on her chin. “what does that mean, lovely?” she’d tease, causing your cheeks to heat and a quick laugh to spew from you.

you loved her so much it hurt, and it hurt more because she just saw you as a friend. or so you thought. sometimes you’d hope otherwise, but who knew what was going on inside her plotting mind? guuji yae, head of the yae publishing house, a formidable force to be reckoned with, and also the stealer of many hearts, including yours.

sometimes, you’d work together (her muttering insults under her breath as she scanned through paperwork, you stifling your laughter behind your hand, although not very well) and you occasionally found yourself staring off into space, pretending not to watch her… but watching her.

her vision sparks lilac across the pages as she gets frustrated, a frown creasing between her brows. she huffs out a sigh and slams the book shut, leaning back in her chair. and then you have to say it.

“you look cute,” you say, and then clap your hands over your mouth.

“what?” she asks, a smile spreading across her face.

“um, um, i mean, um. uh,” you stammer. “i said.. you look like a fruit! yes, a watermelon.” your heart’s racing and your blood pounds in your ears. you’re almost positive that your face will explode. your whole head is hot. can she tell that you’re this close to melting into a puddle of shame?

miko clicks her tongue, leaning across the table to take your chin. “that doesn’t even make any sense,” she says. and then she kisses you.

kaedehara kazuha |

kazuha is very pretty. you’d have to be blind to not realize, you think, leaning over the deck of the crux to watch him work. it’s not creepy, you tell yourself, the sun glinting off of the sparkling blue water and partially blinding you. friends can watch other friends, right?

below, on the deck, kazuha rolls up his sleeves and waves at you. you wave back, smiling. he beckons you down, pointing to a pile of slimy ropes. you shudder. those ropes look like they’ve been dragged through hell and back, and you have no intention of laying a hand on them.

but kazuha… down there, his sleeves rolled up… honestly. the things you do for him. as a friend, of course.

you make your way down, squinting into the air. the day is perfect and warm, no clouds on the sky and the wind a soft summer breeze. kazuha works methodically, humming softly to himself as he rolls up the ropes. he pauses and peers into the distance. probably writing a poem.

“yn,” he says, smiling as you approach. and oh, that smile. it’s soft and sweet and a little bit cocky, and how can you resist? his lock of red hair slips into his eyes and he continues, unbothered. “ready to roll the ropes?“

you gag. “no, thanks,” you reply. “i’d rather watch.”

kazuha shrugs. he gestures for you to sit, and you do, watching his lithe form expertly wind up the ropes or hook them into place. an hour passes, the sun outlining his body, tracing a glowing line around him, almost like a halo. he looks so perfect, you realize. when he flashes you a grin for the umpteenth time, he looks so cute.

“what?” kazuha asks, turning around to look at you.

oh, shit. did you say that out loud? “um. what? haha, what?” you offer weakly, trying to salvage the situation.

“did you say that i looked cute?” he questions, raising an eyebrow. a smirk plays across his lips. (those very, very kissable lips.)

“no, i said you looked like a fruit, of course,” you say, rolling your eyes.

“a fruit. huh. that doesn’t even make any sense,” he mutters, laughing slightly as he goes back to rolling his ropes.

and later, when you find him after dinner, you press a chaste kiss to his cheek. “i do think you look cute,” you whisper.

“well, you’re in luck, because so do i,” he tells you, and you melt into a puddle on the floor.

#kazuha x reader #kaedehara kazuha x reader #kazuha x you #kazuha x yn #🔆 writes #kazuha fluff #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact x you #genshin impact imagines #yae miko fluff #genshin x reader #yae miko x you #yae miko x yn #genshin impact scenarios #yae miko imagines #kazuha imagines

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ninasmovingcastle · 1 year

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Can I request Yae Miko with overworked sleepy reader? gender neutral is fine.

hi love, thank you for requesting !! i hope you like this <3

overtime - yae miko

yae miko x gender neutral!reader

word count: 390

content warnings: overworked reader

an editor's work is never done, especially when you work at the yae publishing house. being under the supervision of the guuji yae herself made your life a hundred times more stressful, as if editing wasn't hard enough.

your recent projects were mostly limited to light novels. due to a novelist submission contest being held in inazuma, you found yourself revising countless stories, filling plot hole after plot hole for young, amateur novelists.

yae miko had always told you to not burn yourself out, especially when working with literature. she constantly reminded you and your coworkers that forced work is always hard to read.

you're now sitting holed up in your office, reading through your twenty-sixth light novel of the day. according to your contract, you were supposed to have gone home hours ago. but here you were, cringing at a teen writer's attempt at a romance novel.

glancing at the clock suspended on your wall, you realized it was nearly midnight. you didn't have much time left until your deadline for editing. though you always tried to abide by miko's advice, you were sure you could handle this one tiny project.

the familiar clicking of shoes outside your office sent your heart racing, but your eyelids were becoming heavier and heavier. it was probably one of your fellow editors going home for the night. oh, how you'd love to go home for the night...

"my, what do we have here?"

standing over you was yae miko herself, her bright pink hair billowing around her like a veil. she maneuvers your pen out of your hand, eyeing the mountain of manuscripts on your desk. you began profusely apologizing to her, promising you could finish editing by midnight.

"midnight?" she asks. miko traces her fingertips over your shoulders, sending tingles through your body. it's like she's the pure embodiment of electro, every word and touch from her feels like a shock.

she studies your face. your eyes were probably drooping, evident exhaustion taking its toll on your body. she drags a finger over the stack of papers in front of you.

"give this all to me, darling. i'll handle it," she coos, piling manuscripts into her arms. "you need your beauty sleep. go on now, goodnight."

maybe the editor-in-chief wasn't so scary, after all.

#ninas nonnies ✌︎('ω')✌︎#answered (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)#yae miko #genshin impact #yae miko x reader #genshin x reader #yae miko fluff #yae miko imagines

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popponn · 8 months

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sakura, places, and farewells. [yae miko x f!reader]

a.notes: part 1 of this. could be read as a standalone.

“Where are you going today?” Yae Miko asked, teasing with a lilt of melancholy as she saw you stepped towards the torii gate.

You halted your steps, your hand gripped the only belonging you carried with you—a katana, its broken blade hidden inside its sheath. Your head nearly turned towards the woman who stood behind you, but in an act of cowardice, you stopped midway. “Somewhere. I don’t know yet. I couldn’t stand it here.”

Miko hummed absentmindedly. Without seeing her, you could imagine her figure leaning to the pillars, her head looking upwards gazing upon the falling petals. Just like always, unchanging and brazen, yet still carrying an irreplaceable loneliness with her. “I see,” Miko said along with a long sigh. “Is it because of Ei?”

You stayed silent for a moment. You dared not to answer nor to imagine your old friend’s face. Once again, you chose to not meet the truth, “I wonder. Perhaps it’s just a mere wanderlust, a mindless choice that I chose to take in a wistful manner.”

A laugh resounded upon your respond. “Is that so?” Miko cackled, yet somehow remain graceful. It remained for a while, before softly, slowly, her laughter ceased. “Should I wait for you to come home, then?”

“…please don’t,” you said, unable to give her a promise. “I don’t… exactly know when I will return.”

Or if I will return.

Those words hung in the air, unsaid yet present.

A silence descent upon the two of you. Perhaps it was cruel of you to leave Miko alone despite everything. Once again, you let her lose another companion in her long life.

A part of you expected her to finally walk away. The sounds of her steps going away from you, letting you go without any farewell nor any sadness left. It would be better like that perhaps, as you are merely a coward who chose your own selfishness over her and Inazuma.

Yet, what cut the stillness you held as a shield was a gentle sound of a wind. The Guuji of the Narukami Shrine put her hand beside you before you knew it, then turned you to meet her gaze with an enigmatic smile.

A goodbye and a hope twinkled under her eyes as she slipped an unopened sheet of fortune to your hand, no longer intertwined with the hilt of of your blade but with her fingers. “You do understand hearing that only will make me wait for your return more, right?” Miko laughed, as if today was just another day for her. That today, you would came to her side and chatter senselessly, sharing joy and troubles alike.

“Miko…” you wished to avert your gaze. A futile attempt, perhaps, as it was Miko who held your hand tightly. A wordless attempt to greet another separation with rapture.

“Take this as my well wishes,” Miko said, finality lacing her voice. “I will be here until you came. What came after that…”

Her words trailed off, her fingers letting go of your hand. She took a step full of a fox’s mischief, then bid you one last glance—fond and longing, but accepting.

“I suppose, we will find out when the time comes.”

You gazed at her, enchanted yet again. A few beat passed, then you gave her a loving smile. “I suppose. Then, see you, Miko.”

Miko chuckled as the two of your turned away from each other.

“See you too, Dearest.”

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #light angst #i think #yae miko #genshin yae #yae miko x reader #yae miko imagines #there will be a part 2 #once i figure out how hyperlink works here i think im close

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clouddyyneptune · 1 year

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Little Maiden (pt 1?)

pairing: yae miko x fem reader

a/n: got this idea from one of my mutuals! thank you for the idea :)

warnings: use of petnames, suggestive at the end, unprofessional relationships.

working for yae miko came with some of it’s perks. not only had you arguably had the best view of inazuma at the shrine, but you also got to serve under someone you looked up to.

there was no difficulty adjusting to the new job, and you happily obliged to do any errands or requests the lady had for you.

your kindness went unnoticed by yae miko.

the first day when you started working, she couldn’t help but take a long look over your appearance. she found you quite breathtaking, and that was enough to make her interested. small glances here and there turned into full blown staring, but you hadn’t thought anything of it. you were just a shrine maiden, doing her job. there was no harm in that.

it wasn’t until you started to meet with yae miko more often did you question things, but it was never enough to cause you confusion. she would ask for you to make her tea, or do something as simple as arrange her bookshelves in a neat order.

and you happily did anything she asked. you never questioned her actions.

unbeknownst to you, she did this so she could see you more often. she liked the way you followed her orders so obediently. you were different from the others. there was a special draw to you that she couldn’t quite describe.

throughout the couple weeks of this going on, yae noticed that you never questioned her actions. most people would, but not you. she pondered if she had made her flirting not quite obvious enough, or if you just decided to not bring up the matter. but as she thought, she knew both of those possibilities weren’t the case. no, you had been clueless. clueless to the way yae miko’s eyes would scan over your figure when you fixed her a cup of tea, or the way she would “innocently” tuck your hair behind your ear. all of the small little hints that yae miko had started to take an interest in you flew right past your head.

the lady couldn’t just let this go. for someone as herself, she knew that this fascination was something she had to keep a hold on. she did not often have these feelings for people. especially not this complicated.

so one night, yae miko had called you into her abode to fix her a cup of tea as usual.

you could make her a cup of tea with your eyes closed from how memorized you had gotten this routine down.

plating the cup onto a small dish, you even placed two cookies alongside the warm drink. with a steady enough pace so you would not spill the drink, you walked over to the lady and set down the plate on her desk so she could sip from it casually.

yae miko looked up at you with a soft smile, those purple eyes of hers sparkling as she did so. anyone else could notice it. the way her eyes softened when she looked at it you. it was so obvious, but you just couldn’t pick it up.

“thank you, little maiden.” she would say, her voice soft as she lifted the cup up to her plump lips and took a sip. with a nod of approval, she gave you another smile. you had learned to make it just the way she liked. she then took one of the cookies into her hand, laughing. “you plated these just for me? how kind of you. i do have a sweet tooth, you know.”

yae imagined what you would taste like on her tongue. how sweet you would taste, how special you’d be. she had imagined what it would be like to kiss you, figure out if your lips tasted as good as they looked.

though, she was soon pulled out of her sinful thoughts when you smiled. “i do too. those cookies are my favorite.” you stated, turning so you could straighten out one of the books on her desk.

yae watched you do this, and she titled her head to the side. “come here, little maiden.” she would curl her finger, motioning you over to the side of her chair with curiosity in her eyes.

you would hesitate for a moment, but made your way over to the side of her desk. she looked at you in a different way tonight as she crossed her legs, and you could have sworn her pupils grew just a bit larger as she stared at you.

yae thought it was utterly adorable how obedient you were. so eager to please. what else would you willingly do for her?

that question would have to be answered another time because she had you right where she wanted you. yae would hold the cookie in her pointer finger and thumb, extending her hand. “if it’s your favorite, i can’t just eat it in front of you.” she smiles, holding it out for you. “go on, have a taste.”

your whole body went warm when you had caught onto where things would most likely go if you took a bite, and you could not deny that the thought made your cheeks hot. so, you decided to fulfill your needs. even if this was unprofessional, yae’s charm was now slowly seeping into you, and you were afraid she had trapped you like prey in a web.

you slowly leaned forward, letting your eyes stare into the woman’s as you bit a piece of the cookie off, only the other half remaining in yae’s grip. this seemed to please her, and she smiled. “is it good?”

with the slow nod of your head, you whispered out a soft, “yes.”

yae miko could tell she was getting somewhere with you, and she took the opportunity to further explore. she then took the other half of the cookie and put it into her mouth, her thumb lingering between her lips as she did so. and you could only watch her.

once she finished chewing the treat, she titled her head, approving of the taste. it was definitely sweet. “you have good taste, little maiden.” she looked up at you, eyes dropping to your lips just momentarily before returning to your eyes.

you witnessed this, practically feeling the hunger and desire she had for you suddenly flow free. had she stared at you like this ever since the first day she had seen you? the thought managed to give you goosebumps.

all this time yae miko had been showing you such a different side of her, and now you had just noticed it. a small part inside of you wished you could have noticed sooner. anyone would fantasize about being in the position you were now. but would yae miko indulge any of those people? no, only you. only the sweet little maiden who worked for her called y/n.

now that you were fully aware of how yae miko felt towards you, the hardest part was over.

the woman had noticed how deep in thought you were. using this to her advantage, she would suddenly reach forward to take your chin between her thumb and pointer finger, pulling you even closer to her. using her other hand on your back, she pressed you flush to her front, making you have no choice but to stare into her intoxicating eyes and breathe in the flower-like perfume she wore.

letting her fingertips graze your jawline, she tutted her lip with a soft giggle. “i wonder, little maiden, if you taste even better than that cookie?”

A/N: if you enjoyed this, please let me know if you would like me to make a part 2 to it! smut will most likely be involved considering how suggestive yae got..

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