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Hiii! If its no trouble could I have a zoro and reader fic with the one bed trope? The others know about their crushes on each other so they force each other to share a room? Anyway they end up cuddling and its all cute (the others will tease them forever about it lol)?? Thankss

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alternate title: opla zoro makes my hated tropes less hated

rating: general audiences/teen & up

characters: live action!roronoa zoro | fem!reader | live action!nami | live action!straw hats ensemble

pairing: live action!roronoa zoro x fem!reader

word count: 4.9k

description: unbeknownst to you, your crush on zoro is reciprocated. the rest of the straw hats take it upon themselves to get you together by locking you in his bedroom overnight.

tags: strawhat!reader, only one bed, forced proximity, confessions, no use of 'y/n', nami is a true instigator, cuddling, soft zoro, humor

author's note: thank you so much for the request and i hope it meets your expectations!! fun fact i actually used to hate the 'only one bed' trope, so i decided to challenge myself in writing this. and i think it's one of my fave tropes now lol

(you have an inner spirit that helps you make decisions except it’s just nami.)

“I just think that maybe you should stop avoiding him,” Nami started. You bit your cheek, ignoring her as you tied up the last of the ship’s rigging into a careful knot. Nami had been going on for the past few minutes, and you’d zoned out exactly three seconds in, when the name Zoro had first been spoken. Because of this reason you weren’t really listening, so you blinked up at her in confusion.

“Sorry? Who am I avoiding?”

“You’re impossible,” Nami grumbled. “And you know exactly who I’m talking about.” Which, well, fair. The math added up: you heard the word Zoro, you stopped listening, Nami continued talking until she realized you’d stopped listening. “Especially since you’re, you know—” she gave you another look, eyes rolling over to stare dead into yours— “Avoiding him.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you said innocently. Nami sighed, leaning over to tug the rope dangling from your hands out of your grip. You tried to reach back for it, but she didn’t let you. “Hey!”

“Yes, you do. Face it. You’re avoiding Zoro.”

You made a face at her. “I think there are ropes on the foredeck that I can attend to.”

“No, there aren’t,” Nami answered. “Now stop changing the subject. There’s this wild concept called communication. It works wonders.”

“Says you,” you muttered, though your arms crossed defensively across your chest. You noticed the action after a split-second and unwound your arms with a scowl. “Look, I just don’t see the point. And I haven’t been avoiding him.”

You were, in fact, avoiding him. Ever since that dreadful night a week ago when Nami had gotten you tipsy and stuck her hand in your chest cavity fishing for secrets, you’d been avoiding him. The other girl was ridiculously good at prying truths out of you, and during the conversation, you’d accidentally spilled your crush on the Straw Hat crew’s resident swordsman.

You’d managed to keep the secret for the months you’d been together, wherein the unfortunate feelings had developed, and you should’ve figured once somebody knew they wouldn’t leave you alone about it. Because Nami refused to talk about literally anything else. You’d expected this sort of behavior from Luffy, or maybe Sanji, but Nami? The world was more amatonormative than you'd thought.

Nami cast you a look. “You’re blushing.”

“Am not.”

“Are too. What’s the harm in talking to him?” Nami demanded, one hand on her hip as she stared you down. You gaped at her.

“Um, literally everything? One, Zoro can’t talk about feelings or emotions for shit, so when he rejects me it’ll be in the most excruciating, offhand manner that will probably leave me at the bottom of a barrel of rum, two, after being rejected I’m going to have to leave the Straw Hats, three—”

Nami rolled her eyes, looking increasingly fed up with you. “For someone so obsessed with not telling our resident grass-headed swordsman about your feelings for him, you’re talking rather loudly.”

You shut up, snapping your jaw closed with a glare. “Stop it,” you hissed.

“Besides, who knows if he actually will reject you?” Nami turned to work on the next section of rigging, glancing over her shoulder at you. “You’re catastrophizing.”

“I’m being realistic,” you snapped. “Okay, fine. He reciprocates my feelings. Then what? We date, we break up because all relationships eventually end, it becomes awkward, and—voila—I’ll have to leave the Straw Hats anyway. It’s a bad idea all around.”

Nami just let out a huff of breath, the exhale laced with irritation. “Catastrophizing,” she repeated.

“I am not—”

“Sure. Go help Sanji with dinner.”

You gave her an exasperated look, but at this point Nami wasn’t paying attention anymore, so you stormed off into the underbelly of the Going Merry. Speak of the devil, apparently, because once you entered the kitchen you spotted not only Sanji occupying it but also Zoro. He was lounging at the table, swords strapped to his waist and a bottle of something he was nursing in hand.

You averted your gaze from him, head running a million miles a minute. Had he noticed you’d been avoiding him? You’d tried to be furtive about it, but if Nami had noticed, maybe—

“Well, hello there,” Sanji called from where he was in the midst of dinner preparations. “Come to help?”

“Nami sent me,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest. “I think she’s appointed herself queen of the Going Merry.”

“Oh, she did that long ago,” Sanji chided. “You’re only noticing it now. Pick up a knife, then. I’d like some help dicing the carrots.”

You stiffly moved over to the counter, ignoring Zoro as you went even as you felt his gaze following your figure. You picked up the first knife you found, positioning yourself in front of the cutting board to start dicing the vegetables already laid out for you. Abruptly, Zoro stood up.

“Heading out,” he muttered. “Call me when dinner’s ready.”

With that, he left the room, leaving you and Sanji to exchange looks. “He’s moody today,” you said.

“Probably ‘cause you’ve been avoiding him.”

You felt the familiar pinprick of a blush starting to warm your cheeks. “You too?”

“You’re rather obvious about it,” Sanji said with a raised eyebrow. “But enough of that.” Weirdly enough, he didn’t seem to question why. There was no way Nami had told him, so you were left confused, but no matter. The point was that for now, you were safe.

The hour dipped to evening, and soon the moon was glowing in the sky, a shining beacon of white amidst the ocean of stars and shimmering sea. You suppressed a yawn, busing the dishes from dinner as the rest of the crew got up from their respective seats to dissolve to their own rooms. Zoro had already retired for the night—if you were avoiding him, he seemed to be doing the exact same—so at least you didn’t have that to worry about.

“Ah, wait,” Nami said, after you’d finished washing the dishes and was ready to head out. “Zoro wants to talk to you.”

You jolted, glancing nervously around you before grabbing her wrist. “What did you do?” you hissed. Nami just laughed.

“Calm down. I didn’t do anything.” Off your glare, she relented. “I promise. And I swear it’s not about feelings or emotions or whatever. Even though it’s obvious you’re avoiding him, you know Zoro wouldn’t say anything.”

You were still suspicious, but you dropped your hand. “What, then?”

Nami shrugged, tilting her chin up just so. “I guess you’re going to have to find out.”

“I don’t trust you,” you muttered. There was that look in her eye, the one she got whenever she was thinking of something truly devious. Still, you couldn’t figure out what she was up to, so— “Fine, I’ll go to his room. Walk me.”

Nami rolled her eyes, but she fell into step with you as you made your way across the ship. “You should bring it up to him, you know,” she started, but silenced after your sharp glare. “Okay, okay. I get the point. I’ll stop bothering you about it.”

You stopped by the mouth of Zoro’s door. “Wait, really?”

“Yes, really,” Nami said with an exaggerated roll of her eyes. She leaned against the wall beside the door, arms crossing over her chest. “I’ll leave you alone about Mr. Prince Charming over there. Knock.”

“You can't call him Mr. Prince Charming,” you said, though you did knock. “Prince’ is already a title.”

Nami gave you a look. “Okay, smart-ass.”

The door creaked open before you could give your response, and you turned, heart pounding in your throat as Zoro stared down at you. His arm was propped up by the open doorway, the other hand still clutching the doorknob. “What.”

“Um, Nami said that you wanted to talk—” you swiveled your head towards the other girl, but before you could finish your sentence, Nami was raising up your arm and unceremoniously shoving you into the room.

You shrieked in surprise as you fell into Zoro’s figure, stumbling into him and causing him to lose his balance. Your head shot up in offense, only to see the gleam of a golden padlock in Nami’s hand before she was yanking the door closed.

A dull click echoed through the room. The only thing you could hear for a few seconds was your own heavy breathing and the sound of Zoro gathering himself.

“Did she just—” You gaped at the closed door. “Lock us in?”

Zoro swiftly pushed past you, jiggling the doorknob for a few moments before giving up. Sure enough, Nami had sealed it with the padlock from the outside, so there was no possibility of either of you getting out of the room. You could vaguely hear sounds from the outside—dull thuds and scrapes—and watched as Zoro started banging on the door.

“Nami,” he called, voice dangerously low. “Let us out.”

“Sorry, Zoro!” Your jaw practically unhinged from your skull once you heard your captain’s familiar voice, all bright and cheerful like always. “We’re putting barrels in front of the door, so don’t even try breaking it down. Have a good night!”

“Luffy? What are you—” Zoro’s knocking quickened in pace, his voice getting increasingly louder. There was no response from outside, though you could hear snickers that sounded suspiciously like Usopp. What was going on?

You kicked into action, joining Zoro by the door and trying the door handle again. “Nami!” you yelled.

Nami’s soft laugh came from outside. “Sorry!” she called. “We’ll let you out in the morning.”

You gaped at the door, only aware of Zoro’s gaze sliding down to you as you dropped your hand from the doorknob. There were some more tigers from outside, and then receding footsteps. Zoro tried knocking one last time, but it was evident that the rest of the crew had all but abandoned you.

“Okay,” Zoro muttered, moving away from the door. “I need a drink.”

You watched him move across the room, picking up a glass from his bedside table that was only slightly full. He knocked it back in one swallow, Adam’s apple bobbing with the motion. “Um, what now?” you asked uncomfortably.

“Nothing. Whatever,” Zoro said, turning to glance over at you. After a moment’s thought, you noticed that he refused to look you in his eye—his gaze was firmly trained at a spot beside your head. He turned away, stripping off his sword scabbard and setting them on the floor.

You glanced around nervously. Zoro’s room wasn’t that different from yours, really—less decorated, but the constitution was the same. There was the bed, a wardrobe, a desk with various paraphernalia across it, and a little couch in the corner too. “You can look through the closet for something to sleep in. I’ll take the chair.”

The words didn’t register at first, and you were left standing there, staring as Zoro kicked off his shoes and assumedly started getting ready to sleep. “Um, what?”

Zoro glanced over his shoulder. He still wouldn’t look you in the eye. “They’re not letting us out until morning,” he said slowly. “You can take the bed. Might as well sleep.”

“It’s your room,” you started, crossing your arms. “I can sleep in the chair. I’m smaller than you, anyway, so I’ll fit it better.”

Zoro regarded you with such a reproachful look you almost wanted to laugh. “That’s ridiculous. Change.” With that, he turned around, leaving no room for discussion. You stared at him for a second before giving up, moving to his wardrobe and opening it up to search for something to sleep in.

“So, uh, any ideas on why they stuck us in here?” You asked, although you already knew the answer. Whatever Nami thought locking you in a room with Zoro would achieve, you were stubbornly not going to let her be right. God, you were so going to kill her once you got out of there.

“Nope,” Zoro said, with such a degree of finality you figured it wouldn’t be safe to question him further. “They’re just stupid.”

“I mean, I feel like they would have a motive?” You rifled through his clothes, trying very hard to detach them from their owner. Wearing Zoro’s clothes was not something you wanted your mind to linger upon. Eventually you found a shirt of his that would undoubtedly be oversized on you, and you hastily changed into it, satisfied to find it draped well to your knees so you weren’t exposing too much skin.

You stole a glance over your shoulder at Zoro, only to catch him in the action of peeling his shirt off. The stretch of the muscles in his back gleamed in the dim light of the room, and you tore your gaze away, heat rushing to your face. “Um. Anything?”

“Nope,” Zoro repeated. Carefully, you closed the wardrobe door, lingering in one spot with your hands clenched together. Once you heard him start moving again, you deemed it safe enough to turn towards the rest of the room. He’d changed into a loose tan shirt, and had settled back into the chair.

“I said I’d take the chair,” you told him hotly.

“Yeah, and I said no,” Zoro said, tone dismissive. He had his eyes closed, and you stared at him in disbelief.

“I’m not sleeping in your bed,” you said, and then, just to emphasize your point, plopped down on the floor. Zoro cracked an eye open and stared down at you. He sighed.

“Get up. Don’t be stupid.”

“I’m not being stupid,” you said. “It’s your room. It’s your bed. You will sleep on it. If you’re not giving me the chair, I’ll sleep on the floor.”

Zoro let out a long sigh, closing both his eyes as if he was contemplating all his life decisions. “I’m not sleeping in the bed, you know,” he said.

“Okay, so neither of us do.”

Zoro’s brows creased, and he opened his eyes to glare down at you. “Seriously? At least take the chair, then. I’ll sleep on the flo—”

You gave him a sharp look. “Zoro.”

“This conversation isn’t getting anywhere,” Zoro muttered, and finally got up from his chair. You glanced up at him expectantly. “What can I do to convince you to take the bed?”

“Uh, nothing.”

“We can work out a compromise,” Zoro said with a sigh. “I want you on it, and you want me on it, and neither of us are willing to take it ourselves.” He paused, brow creasing as an idea seemed to form in his head—one he didn’t seem to be a giant fan of, but an idea nonetheless. “How about.” His lips pursed, before he parted them again to finish his sentence. “How about we both take it?”

It felt like someone had hit you square in the chest, air kicking out of your lungs and leaving you gasping for breath. Your windpipe was all raw, and you had to fight to tear any words out from your throat. “Ex—excuse me?”

“It’s big enough,” Zoro said stiffly, though his hands were clenched at his sides. “I can take one side and you can take the other. Since you’re so dead-set on me sleeping on it.”

“I—” You cut yourself off, suddenly far too aware of Zoro’s eyes fixed on you. Watching your every move. Oh, Nami was in for it now. How were you supposed to survive sleeping in the same bed as—you didn’t even want to think about it.

“Well?” Zoro prompted.

“Fine,” you agreed hastily, ducking your head lest Zoro catch any of the flush that was undoubtedly rising steadily up your cheeks. It was bad enough you were stuck in his bedroom and wearing his clothes—but this had quickly become your own personal circle of hell. “Good enough for me.”

“Finally.” With that, Zoro climbed into bed, settling himself on the very edge of its side. Your throat had gone dry, and you stared at him for another second before hurriedly turning away to flick the lights off. You approached the other side of the bed with an extreme lack of enthusiasm, staring at the empty sheets like they were cackling up at you. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Eventually you slid into the bed, busying yourself with arranging the blankets around your figure. Zoro’s breaths were steady and deep from beside you. You didn’t know what to do for a second, but then Zoro’s voice was cutting through the darkness. “You’ve been avoiding me.”

You jolted, then suppressed your sigh. “Have not.”

“Yes, you have, and everyone knows it, and you’re not very subtle,” Zoro said, sounding almost bored as he rattled off the words. “Why.”

“I haven’t—”

“Don’t.”

You ran your tongue along your teeth, sucking at the valleys between them in annoyance. “It’s not important.”

Zoro paused before speaking, like he was mulling over asking the question. “Did I do something?”

“What? No.” You shook your head, despite knowing he wouldn’t be able to see. The sound did well enough to indicate the action to him, though—he scoffed, a low murmur from his chest that buzzed through your nerves. “I don’t want to talk about this. You’re giving the rest of the crew what they want.”

“They definitely did not lock you in here to talk about why you’re avoiding me,” Zoro muttered. Now it was your turn to scoff, because if only he knew. “Are you sure I didn’t do anything?"

“Positive. It’s all me.”

“Okay, so why?” Zoro prompted. You swallowed hard, trying to dodge around the subject. “Are you sure—”

“Please just stop talking,” you said, one hand reaching out to grip his arm as if the physical contact would make him shut up. There was a stagnant moment of silence, your breath catching as your brain caught up to your body. Your hand was on Zoro’s arm. Your hand was on Zoro’s bicep, and you were in his bed.

You cleared your throat, a panicked choke bursting from your lungs. “Um.” Your eyes skittered sideways, and then you finally turned on your side to stare at him. To stare at where your hand was still clutched around his arm.

You could just barely make out the angle of his jaw in the darkness, but you could see it was clenched, the vein along his neck protruding just slightly. Hastily, you removed your hand, the skin of your fingers tingling like you could still feel him underneath the tips. “Sorry. Why—why are you so certain that you did something for me to avoid you?”

There were a few moments of silence that ticked by, nothing but the rock of the ship interrupting it. Finally, Zoro spoke. “Because the reason they locked you in my room is because—”

“What? The reason they locked me in your room is because of me,” you said. Zoro finally moved from his position, head tilting to face yours so you were eye-to-eye. You swallowed. “Nami, um—Nami specifically forced me in here so I would… talk to you.”

There was a question evident in Zoro’s voice. “About?”

Your lips parted, and then closed again. “Um.”

“We can just sleep, if you want,” Zoro muttered.

“What if they don’t let us out in the morning because we haven’t talked, though?” you hissed. Zoro let out a low laugh.

“You realize you’re giving them exactly what they want.”

“So you’d be more comfortable if we just… fell asleep?” you asked. Zoro shrugged. Since you weren’t exactly averse to the idea of not confessing, you nodded in agreement, heart beating a million miles a second. “Okay. Fine by me.”

You settled back into your pillow, but soon came to realize that, due to the fluttering butterflies in your stomach and the fact you were very aware of the man of your affections being barely a foot to your right, you could not sleep. Evidently Zoro felt the same way, because he kept shifting around under the blankets—your hands brushed against each other a few times before he jolted away like you’d burnt him.

“Sorry,” you muttered. Zoro didn’t say anything in response. Somewhere in the back of your head, you could hear Nami hissing at you—I didn’t shove you in a room with Mr. Prince Charming just for you to not take advantage of the opportunity. You tried to get her out of your brain—it was a bad idea all around—but the words kept reverberating around in your mind until you found yourself suddenly speaking. “Zoro?”

“Hm?”

“Nami stuck me in here so I would tell you that, um—”

“You don’t have to say it,” Zoro murmured, and you shivered, his voice sounding suddenly closer. You squirmed, your hand brushing against Zoro’s again, except this time it took him a delayed moment to drift away. He had gotten closer—or maybe that was you, instinctually leaning towards the dip in the middle of the bed when you’d been lost in thought.

“The reason they locked me in here with you is so I would tell you about my feelings towards you,” you blurted, the words slurring together, consonants and syllables all in one rush. “Because I have them. Feelings, I mean.”

Zoro’s voice was very low when he spoke. “Excuse me?”

You sat straight up, the blankets previously nestled around your chin falling to your waist. “I have feelings for you and that’s why everyone locked me in here.”

“I—” Zoro coughed, and then coughed again, ridding his throat of whatever was preventing him from making full sentences. He slowly sat up, and you stared down at the blankets in your lap as you saw him rise to his full height beside you. And oh, this was it. He was about to reject you in the most excruciating, offhand manner that would probably leave you at the bottom of a barrel of rum. “That’s not possible.”

“Why is that—” you decided to shut up instead of finishing your sentence, allowing him to speak instead. There was a soft burning starting at your skin, all red hot, and your brain buzzed, regret filling up your lungs and making it hard to breathe.

Zoro didn’t say anything, but you heard his hand before you felt it. It slid across the bedsheets before finally resting beside yours, fingertips grazing against your knuckles. “Zoro?” you whispered.

“The reason they locked you in here with me is so I would tell you about my feelings towards you,” Zoro said blankly. You blinked. It took you a moment to realize that he wasn’t just quoting you—that he hadn’t switched the pronouns accordingly. Your heart dropped.

Your voice was very faint when you spoke. “What?”

“I like you,” Zoro said carefully. Languidly, the words dripping off his tongue all saccharine-sweet like molasses, or honey. You shivered, your hand accidentally knocking against his, and he took the opportunity to draw it in closer, fingers pushing up your palm, just a hair’s breadth away from interlacing with yours. “Luffy unfortunately found out. He doesn’t know how to keep a secret and told the rest of the crew.”

You gaped at him. “I like you,” you said, dumbfounded. You could feel yourself trembling, fingers sliding against Zoro’s hand with every shake. “Nami yanked it out of me. Which is why I’ve been avoiding you for the past week.”

“I thought you were avoiding me because you found out I liked you,” Zoro muttered. His fingertips brushed against the pads of your hand, and you swallowed, mouth all dry. “So.”

You tentatively lifted your gaze, finding Zoro’s eyes even amidst the darkness. They were shining, a slight glint from the moon coming in through the window reflecting along the shadows of his face. Carefully, his hand slid fully into yours, fingers lacing together, and it was like the final piece of a puzzle clicking into place.

Zoro slid back down onto his back, tugging you along with him. You settled back on your pillow, using your other hand to pull the blankets back over your chest. For a full stagnant minute the two of you lay there, hands intertwined in the space between.

You were the one who made the first move, then, thumb running up and down the length of his index finger. Zoro ran with the action, tugging your hand just slightly until you were leaning into the dip of the mattress, gravity pulling you closer to his body.

He lifted your entwined hands, tugging you towards him until your back was pressed right to his chest. Then he settled your arms back down again, the back of his palm resting against your belly.

You swallowed hard, able to hear the sound of your throat in the utter silence. Zoro exhaled, his breath softly brushing against your neck. “Good night,” you whispered.

Zoro pressed a soft kiss to the nape of your neck, a ghost of something that left tingles fluttering down your spine, the drunken butterflies in your stomach swaying at the action. “Good night,” he murmured, and your breath caught.

He was warm, oh so warm, like a campfire with licks of flame that softened your hands in the dead of night. And even though you wanted to speak up, question when he’d started liking you, if he was lying or not—you were content to stay here in his arms and drift off to sleep.

So you did, settling back into his embrace with your head spinning and senses murmuring, all dizzy like you were caught in a dream. Eventually, your tiredness got the better of you, and you felt your senses fading as the world around you darkened to black.

The two of you jolted awake to the knocking and the very unpleasant hum of Nami’s voice. “Rise and shine!” she called through the door, and you blinked, bleary eyes adjusting to the light as you suppressed your yawn.

Zoro jolted up beside you, practically giving you whiplash as his arm was still comfortably around your waist. Your fingers tingled, and you realized that you’d fallen asleep with your hands laced together.

“Nami,” you grumbled, about to rise out of bed before Zoro stopped you. You turned towards him in question, only to stop short as you registered the look in his eyes. His gaze was deep, piercing; those butterflies rose up again in your stomach, apparently awake after they’d passed out from their drunken stupor. You swallowed. “Hi?”

“Hey,” he murmured. “They locked you in my room.”

“I’m going to knock Nami over the head with a rowboat oar,” you said blandly, eyes flickering towards the door, which Nami was still pounding on. You vaguely heard shuffling sounds, like the crew were working to move the barrels they’d stuck in front of the door to free you from your prison. “You can have the rest of them, if you want.”

“I’ll take you up on that offer,” Zoro agreed. “But first…”

“First?” you prompted.

Zoro brought your hands—still intertwined—to his mouth, pressing a gentle kiss along your knuckles. “Good morning,” he said, voice low and awkward, like he wasn’t used to letting the words out of his mouth. He let your hands drift to his lap, leaning forward until his forehead brushed against yours.

A faint sigh escaped your lips when he finally kissed you. It wasn’t rough or hard; it was a soft press, like your hands had been just a few hours ago. There was a degree of finality to it; a held-in breath that’d exhaled from your lungs, one you hadn’t realized was building up that much pressure until you finally let it all go.

The door flung open, and you jolted away, but Zoro tilted your head back towards him before you could. At the mouth of the room, Luffy had started screaming. “Aww,” Nami cooed. Behind her, Usopp and Sanji were gripping onto each other like they were watching a particularly engaging fight.

A steady blush rose along your cheeks, but Zoro was absolutely shameless, the hand not held in yours raising up to give them the finger. “Get out of my room.”

“Told you it’d be okay,” Nami sing-songed, and then you really did break away from Zoro, picking up the object nearest to you and barrelling towards her. She shrieked, dodging out of the doorway as Zoro laughed from behind you.

“Wait!” she stopped you from whacking your pillow against her head, raising up her arms in defense. “I was right. I saw you two—”

“Nami,” you started, dangerously low. “You locked me in his room.”

“Yeah, to help you!” she cried defensively, slowly taking backwards steps as you gained on her. “Come on. We can talk about this.”

“Good luck,” Zoro called out from behind you—you turned around, catching his gaze. He had gotten up, leaning against the doorway and watching you with a sparkle of fondness in his eye. “You’ll need it.”

You blew him a kiss, ignoring the long groan it pulled out of Luffy from beside Zoro in the hallway. And then you turned around. Nami had darted off, taking the time you��d been distracted to run off. “Oh no you don’t!” you yelled, and then lunged after her with Zoro laughing all the while.

Maybe it hadn’t been such a bad thing, you thought. But you were still going to beat Nami’s ass.

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REMINISCENCE // zhongli

SYNOPSIS... to remember the friends you had once loved so dearly, and to cry away the feelings you had wished you had left behind.

CHARACTERS... traveller/aether,, zhongli/morax,, streetward rambler,, madame ping,, cloud retainer

DISCLAIMERS... angst, no comfort, fem reader, short series, Part II

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CAFE TUNE... Space Song // Beach House !

The sound of Liyue fireworks resonates within your heart, watching as the young children of this new age dance like lotuses to water.

Breathing in the scent of the festivities, you gaze upon the flickering yellow lights that adorn the new Liyue. Listening to the blissful beauty of mortal exchange as the smell of tea brews beside you.

"And so you go by Madame Ping now Streetward Rambler?..."

The women, eyes solemnly gazing at you, nods to your remark. Her fragile body bending forward to hand you the warm stone cup. Rim glistening with pools of reflection as the scent dances up towards your nose.

"Is this... Silk Flower tea?..."

"Only the finest batch Duànzào." Madame Ping smiles, bent posture leaning towards the railings of the pavilion as you both gaze outward.

"You have much on your mind Streetward... Please, do speak." you murmur, hands clasping around the smooth stone cup as you breathed down the aromatic clouds.

"... Why is it that you have decided to return now?"

Her words stung like glaciers. Your heart chilling as you glanced away from her watchful gaze. Instead finding interest in the stone steps below.

"It was... A change out of my control..."

You can feel her hand soothe your back, taking it's place as it rubs up and down in a comforting manner.

"Cloud Retainer has missed you... I am sure they will welcome your return..."

No one was suppose to know

"One has heard their name being spouted. Who dares to gossip about one without one's presence?!"

"Ah... Haha! Cloud Retainer, what a joy to see you here"

"One has been advised to come and visit the New Liyue... So one has decided to ask how you fare Streetward Rambler". The crane bellows, magnificent wings retracting as she lands.

And yet you refuse to turn around. To gaze at your greatest councilor.

"Who is it that you speak with Streetward Rambler? They seem quite rude! It is an Adepti that is present mortal! Turn your head, although we do not withhold the same business with Liyue as before, you are to still treat us with respect!"

"Haha... Now, now, Cloud Retainer. That is no way to speak to an old friend now is it?"

Turning, your grey pupils lay eyes upon her own. Black beauties that glisten in the moonlight.

"It is good to see you again... Old friend"

Upon the Liyue night. Lanterns blazing, festivities murmuring joy into the air.

A god and her advisor meet once more.

If only it had been on more joyful terms.

"And so you had returned on account of the Adeptal Sealing breaking away at your power?"

"Yes... Unfortunately, it seems... that no Adepti creation will be able to handle a god's strength..."

"One believes it is a fortune that no such thing can! How dare you leave one all those years ago?!" Cloud Retainer chides, her voice raising in mocking irritation.

It raises a smile out of you, to see your old friend still the same as ever.

How long had it been since the three of you had stood on that balcony? An hour perhaps?... Or two? To think you had missed so much.

"One had begun to believe Duànzào had forgotten about ones self!"

"Oh really? Is that so? Hmph! Perhaps I should have! You always did spend your time going on and on about your sucesses instead of drinking Streetward- I mean Madame Pings tea! What a waste..." you smile, giggling as you held up the steaming tea to your lips.

Watching as your old friends gossip about good times, your heart stings.

It could have been three... had you been there faster.

Had you not have been stricken with jealousy.

Several hours pass, and with each, you are introduced with the new representatives of Liyue... A child, and two remarkable Adepti that seem glowing with youthful energy. And a traveler... One who's hair shines as bright as midnight stars. He seems to study you from afar.

Ever so often, he glances at his smaller companion, murmuring secrets you fail to understand.

But his eyes are ever so watchful, kept on you like a hawk, as you try your best to remain poise.

Alas, the night must end, always. And to that, you give your goodbyes and good thanks, strolling away in deep thought.

Your steps echo from the stone stairs, descending down from the patio. The sound of fireworks resounding across the midnight skies.

You aren't alone. You can feel.

"Is there something you would like to ask me Traveller?... It's quite rude to follow a lady without her acknowledgment you know..." You chuckle, turning your head around.

"One is offended that you Duànzào have mistaken one for a mortal! Hmph!"

"Ah.... Cloud Retainer... My apologies, I did not mean to offend you" you smirk, watching as the regal human walks towards you; arms folded.

"I suppose you have many questions...."

"Indeed, one does. One will not let this opportunity pass one. So, speak." It feels as though her voice is laced with venom.

Was it directed towards you?...

"I am sorry Cloud Retainer. It wasn't my intent to have to leave you that way." Your hands are rubbing up against each other uncomfortably. Yet that deceitful smile adorns your complexion.

"You know just as well as one does that this has nothing to do with your encaging years ago. One may appear to be noble and arrogant to some, but one is also watchful." Her words sting like a scorpion's tail, piercing your chest.

Like a dull punch. One you can't seem to cover up and hide away...

Maybe it's the falter in your act that gives her the hint. The way your turning your head away from her, refusing to face her directly.

" Duànzào, please. It was never your fault."

She's begging now. What for... You can't seem to determine. For you to face her directly? Or to break through your mental fortress...

She's stepping closer, her heels echoing. Blue eyes, solid and cold. Her hands suddenly clasp around yours. Enveloping them in warmth. A silent reassurance.

"One knows, it was never your fault, Duànzào."

You won't cry. You won't let it happen, not in front of her, and not infront of anyone.

Your efforts to run away, were pathetic, undeserving of forgiveness. You didn't deserve her remorse nor forgiveness...

But, the way that her arms wrap around your body, caressing you.

It's too tempting.

"One has decided."

"One will never let Duànzào fear the emotions that plague Duànzào's mind..."

"Your safe little one, safe by ones side."

Zhongli feels as though he's forgotten to breath.

It feels sinful listening in on them.

Why does his chest hurt so much? Why is it that, of the two women in front of him, one is his advisor.

His greatest weapon, weakness, and friend.

"Duànzào....? Your alive?"

Never before, has Zhongli been so grateful for his years of honing his voice. The confidence that it emitted, was far different from the feelings that come from his chest.

She hasn't turned around. And Cloud Retainers arms have wrapped around her harder.

"[Y/n]?...]"

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BARISTA'S INQUIREMENT... This was really hard for me to write... I feel like I didn't do as well this time around. I'd love your feedback!

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When I'm imagining an angst scenario in my head and I accidentally hurt my own feelings in the process.

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OKAY IMAGINE A HISTORICAL AU WHERE YOU'RE IN AN ENGAGEMENT WITH ZHONGLI BUT YOU SUFFER FROM UNREQUITED LOVE BC HE LOVES GUIZHONG AND THEN YOU DIE OF HANAHAKI BUT THEN YOU GO BACK IN TIME??? BUT WHAT YOU DONT KNOW IS THAT ZHONGLI WAS SECRETLY ALSO VERY UPSET ABT YOUR DEATH AND ONLY THEN REALIZED THAT HE LOVED YOU AND HE ALSO WENT BACK IN-TIME BUT WHEN HE TRIES TO COURT YOU YOU REJECT HIM EVERY SINGLE TIME MAKING HIM SOMEHOW OBSESSED WITH YOU??

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Y/n=your name

L/n= last name

Fem reader btw

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CW: unhealthy relationships , cheating, unrequited love, historical au, death, forced marriage, Yandere and hanahaki content.

Angst to kind of less angst?

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Honestly, never in your life did you think that you were gonna fall in-love.

Yet here you are, weeping over your fiancé who didn't return your love.

You kept coughing and choking on those stupid glaze lilies.

They reminded you of her.

Of guizhong.

They were her favorites, bouquets of glaze lilies decorated every imperial palace.

We're they there just to remind you of your unrequited love? His love for guizhong?

It was practically already known that zhongli didn't love you, he loved another.

The flowers came out of your mouth as you coughed and coughed.

Your lungs felt clogged, as if something was blocking you from breathing.

Dried blood stood at the corners of your lips as well as flower petals that were present on the floor.

Would you grow to hate plants in your next life? Who knows?

Not to mention the corset that was hugging your waist.

It was suffocating, it only made your disease even harder to handle.

Why didn't you pick up the signs he did with his eyes that screamed 'don't come any closer' whenever you leaned in for a kiss? The ‘I don’t like you’ whenever you said ‘I love you’.

Suddenly, you felt a sharp pain throughout your body, nothing like anything you had ever experienced before.

It felt numbing, you couldn't move, as if some kind of poison was injected inside of you.

Was this the end? Was this how you were going to die?

If it is then, i'd just like to say: what a shitty (love) life you've had.

In the end, your love for Zhongli didn’t falter.

And then that was it.

Your vision went from blurry to black, your body went limp and hit the cold floor of the estate you were living in.

Some maids were alarmed by the sound and went to check it out, only to find your dead body, covered in bloody glaze lily petals and flowers.

The whole of liyue was shocked, a case of hanahaki hasn’t been recorded since a few centuries ago.

News spread fast around the nation of Liyue.

It wasn’t until his friend, tartaglia came to give his condolences when he found out that you died.

Why wasn’t he immediately informed?

Wait, why did he care? Didn’t he want to be with guizhong just the other day?

It was a big shock to Zhongli and while others may have thought that he was delighted to finally end the relationship he was forced to be in.

That was not the case.

He cried and cried because of your death.

He blamed himself fully, he cut contact with guizhong and removed the ever so delicately cared for glaze lilies out of his palace.

He wished that he had paid more attention to you, he would do anything for another chance.

And with that, the next day he woke up as himself 13 years ago, when he was still a teenager, 15.

Funny thing is, as soon as you died everything was a blur.

Your life flashed in front of your eyes until you awoke 13 years prior to your death.

You were a teenager once again.

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Extra context: you come from one of the most powerful ducal families in liyue.

Zhongli is the prince of the nation and already at the age of 12, had a fiancé.

That fiancé was you, who loved him the moon and back, but he didn’t.

He already loved another, his childhood friend.

Her name was guizhong.

You noticed how he preferred her over you and you tried to get his attention.

He was so polite about telling you about how your love was not reciprocated.

And after a few years of being his wife, you started coughing frequently.

One days you coughed out a petal.

It was then that you realized that you had hanahaki.

You tried even harder to make him love you, but it didn’t work.

In the end, you died.

He found out that he had actually fallen for your charms, and now is also the reason you died.

He was so disappointed in himself and stopped contacting guizhong as she just reminded him of your death.

He grew to hate glaze lilies since they also reminded him of your death.

One day, he miraculously went back in time along with you, but neither of you knew that you both had gone back in time.

Oh what lies ahead?

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Also I finally got a fic written, sorry to keep y’all waiting, and I promise that I’m writing your requests.

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me after reading all these drunk! kazuha x reader fics after watching that scene from the event

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༊*·˚ How would they react to you getting bitten in an apocalypse

pairings: Diluc, Childe x GN!Reader (separately)

cw: Zambies, biting, lots of blood.. angst ??? lots of stuttering

notes: Im watching all of us r dead and here we are, very short might write for more characters :> i loved childe’s the best yay

— Diluc

your group was running out of goods and diluc has volunteered to go out and get some. you went with him, completely ignoring his demands for you to go back to the base

the grocery store looked empty and safe, not until you both was supposed to enter an aisle when a pack of zombies were there, growling in an inhumane way before charging to the both of you

it was supposed to be him, but you had thrown yourself infront of him, pushing him away from the hordes of zombies behind you, clawing and biting onto your flesh

diluc stared wide eyed at you, tears threatening to fall

“go! ju- ah, just go! s-sta- ah, stay.. a-ali-ive..” you managed to choke out, eyes slowly being engulfed in red and your veins getting darker

“d-diluc- ah, im gonna t-turn now am i-i?”

diluc was not a crier, he was positive of that. but at a situation like this and the way you choked on the blood that was starting to flow out of your mouth, he can’t help but let out a broken sob, slowly backing away as he watched more zombies crash onto your back, bringing you to the cold floor

before he ran, he looked at you one last time, mouthing the three words the two of you spoke to each other every single day.

diluc knew he was going to lose you eventually, but not in this way

— CHILDE

the two of you entered an empty room, closing and locking the door — backing away while the zombies from the outside kept on banging onto it

“are you alright y/n? god, that took me out..” childe exhaled, sitting down on the worn out couch from the corner of the room, taking out an energy drink from his backpack and chugging it down

the man noticed you staring at your hand, your back facing him while you stood still, slightly trembling at the sight

“y/n?”

childe widened his eyes when you turned to look at him, your hand had a bite mark on the side, blood continuously gushing out of the deep wound and dark veins slowly surrounding the mark

he immediately stood up, rummaging through his bag and took out a bandage, hastily pulling you to him and wrapped the bandage around the wound, shaking his head in denial

the bandage didn’t do anything at all but soak the white gauze crimson red, he teared up at the sight, swallowing a lump from his throat and shakily smiled at you

that was when he noticed your lips trembling, teardrop falling out from your left eye

“I don’t.. I don’t wanna die ye-”

“You’re not dying” he was quick to interfere, but he knew he was wrong. soon enough, your eyes are about to turn red, your eyesight would turn blurry and you wouldn’t recognize him anymore, not to mention you would start being aggressive to the slightest movements and sounds from a living thing

childe fought back his tears, continuing to wrap your wound, ignoring whatever words that came out of your mouth

“ajax, p-ple-ah-se, tie me u-argh up..” he furiously shook his head, pretending to not notice the sudden change of your eyes and your skin getting colder

“i don’t, don’t wanna hu-hurt yo-you p-please..” you begged, your neck twitching as you let out uncontrollable growls, bones cracking as you fell down onto the floor with childe, your body twitching crazily

childe did no effort to kill or throw you away, if it were any other zombies, its head wouldn’t be apart of their body anymore, but he couldn’t do it.. you were his lover, you are his lover, he couldn’t possibly do that to you..

childe accepted his fate, letting you violently bite onto his neck and shoulder as he cried silently, wondering how things would be if this apocalypse never happened at all

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Scion

yakuza arranged marriage anyone??

Oikawa Tooru x female reader

wc 8.5k

tw dubcon, noncon, drug use, mentions of murder, torture, minor character death, implied infidelity, human trafficking, blood, general yandere themes, smut, nsfw

“You know we’re not actually in a relationship, right?”

Oikawa grins, “The big, sparkly diamond ring I’ve got in my back pocket begs to differ.”

You fix him with an unimpressed look, which only serves to make his grin widen. He really can’t help himself when you get all worked up like this.

“I’m serious, Oikawa. Ring or no ring. Contract or no contract, I think it’s better for the both of us to just act like–”

“Act like this isn’t happening?”

“That’s not– you’re being difficult,” you huff. “I just meant that we don’t need to pretend to be all… coupley in the meantime. You’re free to see and do whatever you want, and… and so am I.”

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Expected

As promised! A Childe x reader fic I’ve been working on. The only reason I even remotely like him is because his third phase lmao. I hope you all enjoy reading and have a nice day <3 Comments are appreciated :D

WARNINGS: afab! reader, yandere! childe, physical and mental abuse, explicit violence against reader, pregnancy, mention of past sexual violence, minor spoilers, 4k words

You were awful at this, Childe concluded as he watched you stumble through the forest, tripping at every loose rock and getting stuck at so many branches he wondered if you did it on purpose.

The only reason you even still had the energy to keep running had to be because of adrenaline, he surmised, though adrenaline wouldn’t be able to keep you running forever. You had no weapon, no actual way out, no rations and definitely no back up plans for when your bewildered escape would inevitably fail. It was cute in that sense, the fact that this was a move out of pure desperation.

Childe pulled the string of the bow close to his chest, the arrow lodged between his fingers. Through shrubbery and vegetation he could still see you, hurried to escape his sight as you were, and he sighed as he took proper aim.

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— Preview of:

" If you had stayed..."

Ft. Diluc, Ayato, Childe from Genshin Impact x Fem!Reader

Summary : You left him while still carrying your child. And this is his reaction.

Genre : Angst to Fluff, mention of pregnancy, slight mention of NSFW things.

*C/n = child's name.

A/n : I have a lot of fics ideas on my mind. Despite my broke broke broke English, i still wanted to write something. I hope you guys will enjoy it tho 😭❤

You had been vomiting a lot. You didn't feel so well too...

So it's best to take a pregnancy test, and as expected, you and him, together, have a child... Also a... Family? But had he ever thought of having " something " with you? A happily ever after ending between prince charming - him and Cinderella - you...

You understood that he had a lot of important work to do, after all he's always been a busy. Sometimes you felt like it's " you - his lover < his work ", but it was all forgotten once he came back home with that large and warm embrace of his. Oh, and did you forget all the presents he gave you whenever he's afraid that you would feel lonely without him around 24/24? Yes, he's such a caring and loving man... He's nice, he's good, he's out of YOUR reach.

He's always told you to not be insecure, you're the one for him, he only loves you to the moon and back, and you believe that. But what if they're all just a lie? For you to stay and be an obedient dog, wagging your tail whenever he comes home like you're just one of his entertainments. You were scared, such a coward you were to overthink like that ha... You've never deserved to be by his side tho, was that why you and him never talked about marriage or your future together appropriately? So your relationship could last like this until it finally broke?

You couldn't find the courage to tell him about your baby's existence, and you couldn't even find the courage to get rid of the baby. Or you're just being selfish? You don't know no more. You were then feeling scared of a lot of things, about how this would affect his job and the baby's safety, about your relationship.

Maybe it's best, to leave his side.

You left a simple note :

" Dear my love,

I'm sorry for my sudden action, but i'm leaving. For both of our own good, and our child's good... I will find you again, when it's the right time.

— from your no longer lover "

*Heh— Diluc, Ayato and Childe separated hcs will be updated later. The above part is just for preview -> there will be more! You can follow me for the notification when it's finally released (=^･ω･^=)

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The First Contract. Yan Zhongli x F Reader

Warnings: Yandere themes, explicit not SFW, dubcon, unhealthy relationships, minor character death, and forced marriage. Word count: 5k. Note: i have no idea how i gathered the willpower to write all this in two days. i fell in love with the concept and just… kept rolling… and here we are. 5,000 words later . i hope that you enjoy, i put lots of effort into this piece! while the reader in this story presents as afab, honestly, they’re a god so… that’s just the form they chose to take. i put the warning there still just in case.

[The First Contract index]

There was once a time when the nation known as Liyue hadn’t yet been named. There was no singular Archon that ruled over the land, nor were the people inhabiting the vast wilderness fully united. Numerous beings, described by mortals to be gods, roamed the land side by side with those who chose to follow. Humans had yet to grasp the many concepts that made modern civilization possible and leisurely.

For one, there was no common currency mutually agreed upon. What valuables one would covet but not be able to gain for themselves had to be bartered for, a primitive version of a verbal contract. Silk garments, sugary sweets, exquisite jewelry — no one cared for such things as they simply did not exist. To live meant to hunt, gather, perhaps dabble in early artisan attempts, and engage with the scattered community when time allowed.

Those days were simple, if not a touch plain. And yet… compared to all the finest luxuries in the world now at your fingertips, you would choose that simpler time in a heartbeat. For what good is fragrant incense, flowing outfits tailored perfectly to your body’s measurements, diamond-encrusted hairpins, rouge pigment to dust both your cheeks and lips, if at the end of the day, you were miserable?

And you were nothing if not miserable. Bound by oath and shackled to a lifetime of another’s intricate design.

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— See you in my 100th life. [III]

pairing. scaramouche x reincarnated!reader

summary. your first meeting with the balladeer was one you'd remember forever. no matter how many centuries pass or life's you live. [loosely based on the webtoon see you in my 19th life]

tags. fluff ; friends to lovers ; enemies (?) to lovers ; eventual smut (will be tagged accordingly).

status. on going // chapter I ; chapter II

a.n. oooh, things are getting better for the reader, bless their soul. thank you my love sumsum for helping me with this chapter, one conversation with you and i'm filled with inspiration <3 if you already sent a message but you're not on the taglist, feel free to send an ask!

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CHAPTER III — "What are you? Poor?"

You've come to realize that Scaramouche is a little like a cat. I know, blasphemous. The 6th of the Fatui Harbingers, the one and only Balladeer, reminding you of a simple house cat? Surely a joke.

But the way he squinted his eyes at you when you entered his office with a cup of warm tea, only to act disinterested when you set it on his desk. He'd take a while to take a sip, adding to the little act he was putting on for you. The truth is, he's a great actor, and if you didn't know him for centuries now, you'd think he was ready to kill you.

Well, that last part is kinda true, Scaramouche wouldn't hesitate to kill you if you gave him a reason, as little as it could be. He doesn't know who you are after all. And you're not planning on telling him either. Well, not until you got him falling in love with you first... again, you didn't have a plan for that too.

Where were we? Ah yes, Scaracat. The grumpy little meow meow.

It was your first day working as Scaramouche's secretary, as he called you. Everything seemed to be going smoothly, even though it's just been 20 minutes since you started the day.

"Trying to get into my good graces by bringing me tea first thing in the morning?" He suddenly asked, making you jump in place. "You'll need more than that."

You regained your composure. "Nonsense, what kind of subordinate would I be if I couldn't do something so simple."

"Oh, so you're a kiss-ass. Is that how you managed to charm the Tsaritsa?"

"I am not—" You coughed into your hand to not raise your voice and seem disrespectful. "I mean, Her Majesty, The Tsraritsa wouldn't be persuaded by something so simple... that's not the reason she sent me here."

"So there is a reason." You seemed to get right where he wanted because as soon as those words left his mouth, he was raising from his chair, approaching you until he got you cornered against the wall. "Are you here to spy on me? Is that so?"

Oh Archons, he's so close and smells so good. You didn't realize how much you missed his scent and how it reminded you of home. He was home.

"Uh... no, actually— The Tsaritsa said you were a little... volatile and asked to help you make more reasonable decisions... my lord." You added the last piece as soon as he furrowed his eyebrows in annoyance.

Scaramouche huffed and turned his back to you, walking to his desk and grabbing his hat. "Let's go."

"Uh? Where are we going?"

"I need to give a fucking speech to the new Fatui members." Ah, you remember those, Childe was the one you delivered to you when he was visiting Inazuma. "And you need to go buy groceries. The market is near the plaza the speech will take place."

Ah, so he wants company. You didn't dare to say that out loud though, he might kill you for real.

You followed Scaramouche closely behind to the main city. The locals seemed to be at ease, unlike the subordinates under the Harbinger in front of you. He wasn't as violent with them as he was with the members of the organization it seems.

Even though you've walked through the streets of Inazuma city countless times, you couldn't help but sigh in awe at the breathtaking beauty of the place. From the sakura trees to the little kids running around with treats in their little hands, the city had this unique charm to it. Still, you hoped the Soukoku decree would be lifted soon. You missed seeing people from all over Teyvat enjoying the beauty of the nation.

"Ah, a dango stand!" Your eyes nearly sparkled once they landed on the stall selling the common street delicacy. "I love them so much, they're my favorite treat."

"Were you poor growing up or something?" Scaramouche bluntly asked. "It's just dango."

The question took you back, and you almost said "we" were poor growing up, but decided against it. He wouldn't get the reference anyways. "Well, I lived with my single mom growing up, so dango was a special treat we only got during festival season." You reminisced your younger days and the times with your true mother. The one before the reincarnations started. Oh, you missed her so much, but knowing she was out there living a better life made you feel at ease.

"You remind me of someone." Scaramouche's voice sends you back to the current time, and when you turned your head, he was looking at you ever so softly. That's when you realized you might've said too much.

"Uh- were they nice?" You asked, trying not to look more suspicious.

"She was a country bumpkin." You felt a jab at your side and your eyebrow twitched. "...One tricolor dango, please."

Your eyes widened in surprise as the clerk handed Scaramouche the treat before he passed it to you. "I- Uh—"

"I'm going to the plaza, don't forget the groceries." And just like that, the Harbinger was gone.

"You two make such a cute couple, I and my husband were just like that in our younger days, though I gotta say, I was the stubborn one." The clerk said, catching your attention.

You shook your head sadly. "We're not a couple ma'am... but I hope that changes one day!"

"Oh, I know it will. You two seem to have a very strong connection... Maybe you were lovers in your past life."

You couldn't help but giggle at the irony. "Who knows..."

Once you were done with groceries and some more errands the sun had already set. It all took you longer than you anticipated, and when you arrived at the Fatui headquarters, Scaramouche was already in his office. And once again, just like a cat, he pretended not to notice you.

"I'm back my lord." You greeted, with only a small bag in your hands, the rest were already given to other subordinates who would take care of putting them away.

"Took you long enough, did you get lost in the way?" He asked, disinterested. "Maybe I should tell the Tsaritsa you don't know your way around these parts as much as you made it out to be."

"N-No! I didn't, I got some other errands to run for the Fatui... since I don't help you around much they gave me some other tasks." You mumbled. "But, I got you something too!"

Scaramouche looked up from his papers, on eyebrow raised, skeptically. "What?"

"A young man was selling these, they didn't seem very popular, but they tasted pretty good!" You took a small bottle out of the bag and set it on top of his desk. "It's called dango milk, it's milk... but as sweet as dango!"

Scaramouche's eyes were going back and front, between you and the bottle. He finally took it in his hands and swiftly unscrewed the cap. He took a sniff before taking a sip. You were squeezing the fabric of your clothes in your hands as if he was tasting your own creation in a cooking competition. Why did every interaction with him have to be so tense?

"It's good." He simply stated before taking another sip, bigger this time. "I guess you are useful for something." He was smiling! Well, it was more of a smirk, like he was making fun of you, but it was something!

"I'm glad you enjoyed it, my lord! Shall I bring you some tea for the night?"

"No, this is enough." He said. "A shame though, your tea is not half-bad."

You couldn't help but feel butterflies in your stomach. It's been years, so every crumb of kindness he sent your way was enough to make you feel giddy inside. Pitiful? Yes. But your own existence was pitiful sometimes. Not now though. Right now, it was perfect. "Thank you, my lord!"

"You are dismissed for the day, tomorrow be here at the same hour. Don't be late."

"Of course! Have a good night." And just like that, you walked out of the office, closing the door behind you.

After you went to your room, Scaramouche waited for half an hour before calling one of the other underlings. "You. What do you mean [🧸], who's supposed to be my subordinate, was tasked with mundane errands for the lowly like you?"

"W-well, my lord, according to hearsay she wasn't of use to you, so a higher-up decided to have her run some errands." The man gulped when The Balladeer's annoyed eyes snapped back at him.

"As you know, [🧸] was sent by The Tsaritsa, no one here aside from me is her higher-up." He chided. "From now on, she'll answer to me only... understood?"

"Y-yes, my lord."

"Good." He sat back down on his chair, back turned to the man. "Now get out before I kill you."

The man was gone in a blink of an eye, and it was now Scaramouche's turn to let out a sigh he was holding in.

Am I getting soft because of some damn dango milk?

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Royally In Love

Prince!Diluc x Commoner!Fem!Reader

Summary: Diluc Ragnvindr is the Crowned Prince of Mondstadt, you are just some random commoner. You two met when you were both just kids, him sneaking out of the castle to explore the city, he met you when you were crying on a branch of a tree, unable to get down. Things took a turn and apparently, you two had a thing for each other, you even took each others first kiss, he even invited you to be his date at the next gala in the Castle of Royals. You almost cried in front of so many people that night, thinking that everything between you was a lie, when he took another woman to dance with him.

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Your eyes followed the two form in the middle of the room, they were dancing together so elegant and mesmerizing. So perfect.

It's okay, it was just a dance, right? That would be the case, if the whole gala wasn't for just Diluc finding a betrothed, a bride.

To think that for weeks, you stressed about this night, what you were going to wear, how were you supposed to act, how are you gonna dance, all the proper etiquette you should know. You thought that maybe, maybe it was finally the day that Diluc would introduce you as his lover, you dreamed of that happening almost every night, giggling to yourself about how amazing that would be.

He invited you, his lover, to a ball where he finds a replacement for you.

Everyone in the ballroom was in awe of the pear, but you? You felt nothing but a pit in your stomach and bile in your throat.

But... you're not mad. Seeing Diluc and that woman together, she was so, so pretty, like a princess from a fairytale world. You already know you didn't stand a chance, maybe Diluc was just such a gentleman that he didn't want to hurt your feelings when you confessed to him. Maybe he felt nothing for you at all.

Everything was just a lie.

His promises, his love.

Maybe he just invited you so you could finally have a reality check and stop pestering him with your silly feelings.

You can't blame him though, he is royalty, you're not, you're probably not even half his standards.

Every second you were in that room, you felt even worse. Even if everything was a lie... your love, it was true.

Diluc was resting against a tree, you were in his arms, your back on his chest as you sit on his lap. "'Luc?" You called out for him.

He hummed as a reply, resting his head from the tree onto your shoulder. "Do you think that your family will accept me when they find out...?" You looked at the man resting his head on your shoulder, you've always been insecure that his family and the royal court will never accept their Crowned Prince to be dating a worthless commoner.

"..." He didn't have an answer, as always. You did ask that question a lot, waiting for the day that he finally gives you a proper answer. "That shouldn't matter." The prince whispered, cupping your right hand with his own before lifting it up to his lips and kissing the back of it.

But it does matter, though. Diluc will be King someday, and if he decides to marry you... you'll be his Queen, while the thought of that makes you feel all light headed and tingly, it also scares you that maybe when that happens, it'll be the end of your wonderful story.

He sensed the uneasiness within you. "Hey, no matter what. I'll always love you, alright?" Diluc's soft voice reassured you. "You'll always be my Queen."

It's time to leave.

You can't stay there any longer.

You look back at him and the woman, his hand on her waist, her's on his shoulder, their other hand intertwined with each other. They were dancing to such a beautiful melody too, everything looked so perfect at that moment.

As you were looking at your lover, his eyes lifted up to meet your own...

Instead of looking angry, sad, disappointed... you smiled at him. You smiled despite the obvious unshed tears in your eyes.

You smiled at him before getting up from your chair, looking down at your dress and smoothening it.

It is hard to love someone so different from you, that's what's on your mind as you walked to the door of the castle. But you know what... it's fine, you'll be fine, at least you were with the love of your life for a moment. You can't ask for more.

...

When Diluc's eyes looked into yours, his entire body begged him to just drop everything and run to you, bring you into his arms and whisper sweet nothings in your ear.

When you smiled at him, refusing to let your tears fall from your eyes, his heart ached like it was being stabbed with no remorse.

When you walked out, not even looking back, Diluc felt his world shatter into a million pieces, his heart doing the very same.

He didn't know. He didn't know what this gala was actually for. He thought that maybe you'd feel better if he started bringing you to events like these. He didn't mean to hurt you.

"Crowned Prince Diluc, it is such a pleasure to be at your presence like this." The woman in front of him spoke, yet the Prince's mind was clouded by you. "It is also such an honor to have a chance of being your betrothed." Diluc's mood soured even more at that, he didn't remember the woman's name.

No, you are his only one, his Queen, his future wife.

As the woman's hand snaked from his shoulder onto his neck, Diluc felt more disgusted of himself.

"You know when you just love someone so much that you don't ever see a future without them by your side and if you ever think about them leaving you, you suddenly feel so sad and heartbroken?" You had asked him as he sits on your couch, watching you as you continue on with your knitting.

"That sounds very specific." The redhead rested his head on the couch backrest, smiling whilst looking at you like the lovestruck Prince he is.

"Yeah, that's exactly what I feel about you!" You exclaimed at him, making him chuckle.

"You don't ever need to worry about me leaving you, my Queen. I'll always be here."

He couldn't take it anymore.

Letting go of the woman and front of him, Diluc marched to the entrance of the castle, everyone getting out of his way immediately.

"Diluc, where are you going?!" He heard his father's angry voice behind him. The ballroom was dead quiet as the visitors watch the scene.

His whole body was tensed as he looked back at his father. "I can't do this." He shook his head. "I can't let you choose a bride for me, father. I already know who I want to be with for the rest of my life." His jaw was clenched and his hands were closed tight in frustration.

"As a royal, you are expected to give sacrifices for your kingdom! It makes me question if you're even deserving of the crown!" Diluc didn't mind his father's harsh words, all that's in his mind is how he should go to you right now.

"Father, I assure you that Diluc is perfectly capable of running the kingdom without the help of any other royalties within this room." Kaeya's cold voice rings throughout the ballroom, his words starting a commotion within the crowd.

"Watch what you're saying, Cavalry Captain." The blue-haired man ignored the King's disapproving gesture, looking at his sworn brother.

"Go. I talked to her earlier, it's gonna take some time to talk it through, but you should be good." Kaeya had encouraged him to leave, to go to you. Diluc nodded at him thankfully, turning his heel and running out of the castle in full force, even leaving a small trail of pyro on his path.

The Cavalry Captain looked around, chuckling smugly. "Worry not, visitors. The party should just continue even without the Crowned Prince." With that, he walked away, fashionably as always.

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You ignored the rapid knocks at your door, still struggling to remove all the bobby pins that Lisa had styled your hair with.

Of course, a part of you wanted to open the door and hear what he has to say, but apparently you just wanted to be petty.

"Y/N?!" You hear Diluc yell from outside. And a second later, you hear the door crash down.

Immediately, you ran out of your room, looking at what happened. Diluc stood in front of you, your door bended into the wall after he forced it open.

"Are you insane?!"

"Y/N..." He walked to you with anticipation, pulling your body to his and wrapping his arms around your figure.

You pushed him off you right as he did that, "Why are you here?" You really thought that at when you locked eyes with him back at the gala, that would be the last time you'll see each other.

He didn't answer, his hands finding their way on your cheeks.

With an angry expression, you grabbed his wrist and yanked his hands off your face. "Diluc!"

"I..." The prince looked at you with gentleness. "I didn't know that any of that was gonna happen."

"Well, it happened. If that's all, you could just fix my door and go back." You were dismissive, wanting to end the conversation quickly. Probably because just being with him now gives you the urge to just break down into tears and cry in his arms.

Diluc held onto your hands, like he's scared that you'll push him away. "This night... I wanted to finally show you off."

"I wanted to make you feel special, and... I wanted to give you this." He stuck his hand in his pocket, fishing out a small box. He lifted it up for you to see. You looked down at the small box, then looked back up at him, slightly unbelieving. His face encouraged you to open it.

Opening the small box, you saw a ring, embedded with a tiny fiery red crystal, wavy golden lines surrounded the crystal. It was beautiful.

"I am so, so sure that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. And I thought that maybe, I could give it to you at the gala..." Diluc's voice died down as you closed the box, handing it back to him. His eyed dropped down onto your hand, as his heart seemed to burn in agony.

He refused to take the box back from you.

"Diluc, don't you see? They don't accept me, they don't accept us! We should be thankful that this happened, we're finally knocked out from our delusion that we could ever be together." He shook his head at your words, pulling your closer to him and instantly pressing your lips together.

You were in shock as he kissed you, his hands wrapping around your waist when you pressed your hands on his chest.

After a few seconds, you pulled away from him, his lips still chasing after yours. "My Y/N would never say that." Diluc had pecked your lips again.

"She would never call it quits." Another kiss.

"Maybe your Y/N changed?" He kissed you again right after you say that.

"It's okay to give up sometimes..." You say, but he shook his head again.

"Then... why are you crying?" Right after he pointed it out, you felt the tears thar managed to escape your eyes without your notice. Immediately, you pull away from his arms and wipe your face with your wrists.

"I... I didn't like seeing you with s-someone else." You start to stutter, feeling pathetic that despite your whole argument, you still feel the love for him.

"I didn't like being with someone else too."

"..."

You looked back down at the box in your hand, sighing a bit. "I don't know what to do anymore." You whispered, opening the box again to see the ring.

"How about..." His hands slowly took the ring from the box, taking your hand in his. "You answer this question."

"Will you marry me?" You chuckled a bit, guessing what he was about to say.

"No, that's not it..." He got down on one knee.

"Y/N, will you suffer through life with me for the rest of eternity and officially be my one and only Queen?" You laughed at that. Life is definitely happiness mixed with a whole lot of suffering.

"You know what? Sure." Diluc smiled as he kissed your hand, before slipping the golden ring onto your ring finger.

You pulled him up, kissing him immediately. "You still have to fix my door though." You hear him chuckle.

"Of course."

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Pocky Game

Characters: Ayato, Kaeya, Venti, Tartaglia, Diluc

Ayato

“I'm bored.” You said uninterested waiting for Ayato to pick a move in chess

“Well if you're bored then what if we play another game?” Ayato suggested. “I have some on mind.”

“Your games are always so boringg, how do you live a life like this?” “Well, do you know the pocky game?” he asked. “Well that's actually interesting. Tell me, are you an imposter? Kamisato Ayato isn't like this.” He laughed and said “Maybe, I changed.” And stood up and walked out of the room.

He came back with a small box that looked like the one we were using for the game. Wow, didn't think he was actually serious about it

He sat next to you, took one and held it up infront of both of yall's mouths. “You ready?” I nodded and spread my lips open as the pocky stick entered my mouth

Once you guys were ready you both kept chewing. You both were close to the middle and there was less than an inch space between you two. As you two drifted closer, you panicked and backed away; not until he grabbed your hips closer and pulled you in for a kiss.

Your eyes widened in shock and melted into the kiss as your lips moved synchronously. He decided to go in deeper as his tongue entered your mouth exploring and not leaving a single space behind.

“I haven't told you this yet, but I.. love you. Will you give me the honor of being your lover?”

Diluc

He ordered one of his maids to get you both some snacks while catching up with you. You both have been friends since childhood and since you both weren't busy, you decided to use the time to visit him since you haven't seen him for like what, a month?

Although you do admit it made you feel lonely, it still made you feel good to be able to help your family. Once the maid got back, you noticed the Pocky sticks on the bowl along with biscuits separated from other bowls.

You and diluc used to love Pockys. And it struck you. You remembered this popular game that have been going around teyvat for a while. You decided to go and try to ask if he would be interested in trying it.

“Hey diluc, you know what would be interesting?” “No, not really?” He said confused. "You know this game has been going around of teyvat for a while, I'm sure you've heard of the Pocky Game?” You said. He thought of something then smirked. “You wanna try it? I mean if you'd want to though” “Of course! why do you think I brought it up?”

You took one of the sticks and sticked it in your mouth waiting for Diluc's turn. He smirked slightly but you couldn't see it as you were busy admiring his red eyes. You brought yourself back to reality and asked him if he was ready. He nodded and started biting/chewing. The space between you two were starting to close and by instinct you backed away slightly as he grabbed the back of your neck gently pulling you in fast as he connected both of your lips together.

Your mouths started to move in sync. He licked your bottom lip asking for permission as you granted his wish. Moaning as he slid his tongue swiftly in your mouth tongues dancing as he decided to explore all spots of your mouth.

After all that horny shit you guys decided to pull away panting. “Would you like to stay in? It's dark and we could finish what we started” He said pulling you closer.

Kaeya

“Oh? what a surprise seeing you here.” 🤰🤰🤰 He said as he greeted you at the door. “Oh I just wanted to visit you, We haven't really seen each other for a while. I don't mean to intrude if you wouldn't want me here.”

“Ofcourse not! Come in, make yourself at home.” He said smiling. As he trailed behind you. “He opened one of his cabinets and took a Pocky box and handed it to you.

“Hungry? Wouldn't want my prince/princess to starve.” “Oh? thank you. This reminds me of our young days” He chuckled sitting next to you. “Ah yes, the days were everything was so innocent and colorful. Can I have some?” He asked changing the subject and asking for a Pocky stick

You took one and handed it to him. “Hey, wanna play a game?” “Yknow I'm always up for games.” You said laughing, as he did too. You admired his face; He grew up to be so pretty. The Gods really did took their time making him.

He decided to hold up the Pocky in his hands and decided to tell you the mechanics of the game. Your cheeks burned as he got closer to the end of describing the game. You didn't know you guys were supposed to kiss at the end!!

Well, there isn't really going back now. You're life is probably over even before you got the chance to kiss your childhood crush. Damn, what a nice life you've had [Name].

You put your mouth at the other end of the pocky stick as he was trying hard not to cue at how cute you were asking him if he was ready on starting. He smirked, nodding.

As you both were chewing away on the pocky stick almost by the end. Right before you tried to back away panicking. He leaned in capturing his lips on yours. “M-mhhh” you moaned as he sucked on your lip and sliding his tongue in your mouth

As you both made out; practically swallowing each other up, you both pulled away trying to catch your breath. When you looked up at him, your breath hitched and your cheeks were on fireeeee, literally.

He was smirking, cheeks red, and looking at you. “Welll since you're mine now. You should stay in. Don't worry about the clothes, You can put mine on.

You nodded, but then it hit you. “Wait, what do you mean I'm yours now???!”

Tartaglia

You heard a knock at your door so you hurriedly ran to the door to open it. You calmed down when you saw your good friend Childe. (“Good friend” 🧢🧢)

“Heyy [Name] How's it been? Sorry we haven't talked in a while. Things have gone pretty busy at the fatui.” He said welcoming himself in. He's gotten pretty used to this house compared to how he was the first time he was here.

You admit, You've taken quite a liking to the man. Not just a liking though, You loved the man. It was an underestimation to think you're only interested on him.

He looked around the kitchen for snacks and caught his eyes on a certain snack. And for sure you've guessed it already, Pocky Sticks.

He looked st it for a moment and turned to you. “Sayyy, Don't you think we could make up for the time we lost? Wanna play a game?” He asked as you curiously nodded.

“Pocky game” Those 2 words were enough to light a fire in your whole body. He seemed to notice your reaction and his face went from smirking, to concerned and sad. “What, You don't like the idea?”

“No-no! I like it! Its just I'm kind of uhh..” He went closer to you examining you and it made you give up. “Fine. I'm not good at kissing.” You said, expecting disappointment. His expression softened and told you “Hey its okay, if you're not comfor in doing it, its fine. It's your choice. I can take the lead if you want to.”

You nodded as you both took both ends in your mouth. Chewing until you tried to wait for the gap to close. It felt as if time slowed down, Your heart was beating rapidly and you were panicking. What if he's disgusted, What if you mess up, What if, What ifs and What if started to toll on your mind but as you pulled away, It happened, He kissed you passionately and lovingly.

His hand going up to your cheek trying to kiss you deeper. He pulled away and asked. “Wanna take this to your bedroom?”

Venti

Venti was walking around mondstadt as he came by your house and had a fun idea of visiting you. He was holding on foods such as apples as he used his 'vision' to hold up a Pocky and an apple in the air as his hand was occupied eating one apple. While the other was controlling the wind holding his snack up in the air.

He knocked on your door using his elbow as he greeted you with a lovely smile on his face. “Ahh, [Name]! Nice to meet you again! I was just walking by when I cane across your house so I decided to visiti! Ehe” “Come in, we haven't talked in a while. Last we got to meet was in windrise when I saw you trying to catch Crystalflies and falling into the water instead” You said laughing.

“Oh come one now, is that your way of treating your guests? By reminding them of such an embarrassing situation? Anyways, I got some Pockys with me, wanna play the game?~” He was feeling bold today wasn't he. He held up one of the sticks as you took one end and bite gently on your end

He started going closer and closer and as you both were abt to close you both's gap. You pulled away, Cheeks flushed. He then took your cheeks in his hand kissing you lovingly. You felt like you were on cloud nine.

By the time you both pulled away he was looking at you with hearts in your eyes. “Haha! You look cute~”

#kaeya x reader #diluc x reader #ayato x reader #venti x reader #childe x reader #genshin ayato #genshin childe #genshin venti #genshin diluc #genshin kaeya #genshin x gender neutral reader #kaeya fluff #venti fluff #diluc fluff #ayato fluff #tartaglia fluff

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zhonglixly · 2 years

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༊*·˚ Forever and Always

pairing : Diluc x Fem!Reader

summary : Being in a relationship with Diluc Ragnvindr for years, the day has finally come where he could finally call you his wife, his very own, Mrs. Ragnvindr.

cw : Diluc backstory spoilers, Diluc and Kaeya reconciliation(yum), idk what else, uhhh

notes : I’m not good with whole written fics, so I’m gonna write partial headcanons and partial long written fic, (not rlly long but u get the point lawl!!) It didn’t turn out as a modern!au HEUAHHS I FINALLY FINISHED THIS THING BRO I HATE IT also not proofread cries, we’re so near at 500 followers whatagaatagta ily all

Short hcs continuation where he removes your garter

Diluc was a joyful, happy go lucky boy. He stuck around his father’s side, making sure to make the older Ragnvindr proud. Diluc loved his family, he loved Kaeya and was so dedicated with his position, the title of being the Cavalry Captain of KOF. Diluc had his life served in a silver platter, but that did not matter to him. All that he cared about was his father’s praise, his father’s comfort, and his father’s reassurance when it came to his hard crush on you.

His father was practically his wing man, Crepus was the one who set you both up. He was the one who calmed him down before Diluc’s first date with you, he was the one who always told Diluc to tie his hair in a high ponytail around you - because the old man heard from Adelinde who heard from Elzer who heard a citizen from Mondstadt that you liked his hair in a high ponytail, because you quote “His cute baby cheeks made him even more refreshing in the eyes.”

His father was his moral support, really. His father was there whenever he needed help at anything, if he had questions about the dumbest shit and more.

Now that he was getting married, without his father’s reassurance that he’ll do just great and that everything will be fine. He was a bundle of nerves, practically shaking in fear and excitement inside his dressing room, dusting off the non existent dirt from his expensive suit. Just a few more minutes then he’ll finally be able to watch you walk down the isle, towards him.

The door of his room opened and there he saw the person who he used to call brother. Diluc mentally rolled his eyes, not wanting to deal with Kaeya’s remarks today.

“Well, well? I honestly did not expect you to get married brother. I mean, the grumpy and always mad Master Diluc getting marri-..” Kaeya stopped, noticing the man’s stiff posture. Unbeknownst to the blue haired captain, his words that would usually just enter Diluc’s ear and leave on the other—had actually just struck something in him.

Was he the ideal husband to you? What if you were feeling forced? What if you felt like you had to say yes when he kneeled down on one knee infront of you with a ring that costs more than his own life?

All these thoughts flooded inside the groom’s head, that he couldn’t even hear Kaeya’s footsteps nearing him - not until he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“Look, I know father would’ve done this better than me. But, whatever doubts you’re thinking, you surely must know that Y/N is an honest person, if she didn’t want to marry you, she would’ve said no. But what did she do? She said yes, she agreed to marry you ‘Luc, she practically devoted her life to you, to be by your side forever, to grow old with you, to be with you forever and always. She loves you, and she chose you.”

Diluc was left speechless, even until Kaeya had laughed at his expression and punched his back, telling him that the ceremony would start soon. Diluc inhaled before following behind Kaeya who sent him a teasing glance.

Once he had reached the venue, he was met with wide smiles, people shouting his name in greeting - congratulating him and the like. There were Y/N’s bridesmaids; Eula, Mona, Keqing and Ganyu, and of course her maid of honor - Jean.

Then there were his groom’s men, Thoma - an old childhood friend who was so considerate enough to travel from Inazuma to Mondstadt just to attend his old friend’s wedding. Surprisingly Kaeya, Zhongli and one of your good friends.. Childe, even though he did not agree when you had suggested it for the first time - for Childe to be one of his grooms men- he eventually did when he saw your pleading eyes that he couldn’t resist.

“Are you ready master Diluc? I’m so excited!” Klee ran up to him, dressed in a white dress with a red bow tied to her waist and a white bow behind her head-the clip holding back her bangs. The girl has been chosen as the flower girl of the wedding, by your suggestion to which he agreed instantly. The young girl carried a basket of red and white rose petals, careful to not let a single petal drop just yet. Diluc merely smiled at the little girl as an answer and nodded to Xingqiu and Chongyun who wore tuxedos.

Xingiu was chosen as the ring bearer and Chongyun was the one who was tasked to bring the bible to the altar, and as if time had a quirk of speed, next thing our groom knew, the ceremony was starting.

Everything was practically a blur to him, the chosen people walking down the isle, the smiles that were sent to him that he didn’t even notice, he was nervous that even his insides were shaking in anticipation and dread. Everything came crashing back onto him when he finally saw your parents’ turn to walk. Right behind them, he could see the doors of the venue closing and his heart increased it’s beating. After hours of waiting, he would finally see you in a wedding dress, on your wedding day.

Once your parents were on the halfway of the isle, awaiting for you. The huge door opened and revealed your figure, wearing the gown you both chose. Your face was covered with your veil, but Diluc knew—you were stunning, glowing brightly than everyone in the venue.

Diluc wasn’t the type of guy to show emotions, especially not infront of a crowd or an audience—but here he was, wiping his tears away as he slowly watched you approach him with both your parents beside you. He could faintly see the small wobbly smile you sent him, no doubt that you were holding back tears. He begged you not to cry in his head, if you did he himself was for sure wouldn’t be able to hold back his own tears. The only thing that was keeping you from crying was to not ruin your makeup, your makeup artist spent a lot of time on.

Once you were close enough, he approached you and shaked both of your parents hands—a form of greeting and respect before taking your hand in his, leading you to the altar with him, the altar where you both will legally be wedded at.

Home wasn’t a place. For Diluc, home was a person—a person where you feel safe, comfortable, free and light. Even though he has lived in the Dawn Winery ever since the incident with his father, the winery never felt too homey, it sort of felt eerie in a way he couldn’t understand. Though whenever he was around you, his heart soared - warmth engulfing his whole being whenever you were in his presence.

To Diluc, you were his home. You were the safe place he would always look for when times are rough and when the universe isn’t treating him well. To Diluc, you were the one who saved him from drowning into complete darkness. Call him dramatic, but he swore on his life, when you have agreed to marry him, he would put his life on the line if it meant saving the person who has saved him from miserable pain, the person who made him see the world in a way no one else has. You were his life. You had his heart on the palm of your hands. Diluc Ragnvindr was yours.

“Ready to be a Ragnvindr, my love?”

“Do you really need to ask me that ‘luc? Look at you weeping like a baby.”

The groom suppressed a laugh, and he knew at that moment... that he was the luckiest man alive to be able to have you as his wife.

OKAY THAT TOOK WAYYY TO LONG TO WRITE.. LETS GO WITH THE HEAD CANONS NOW!!!!

When the both of you entered the reception everyone jumped at u guys HEIAHDHE

Klee is throwing all the petals around you and Diluc while the others are constantly congratulating the both if you

DILUC CRIED ON YOUR MOM’S SHOULDER !! IM TELLING YA !! He thanked ur parents so much im gonna cry WAHHHHHHHH i love him

kaeya made fun of him of crying but he got his hair pulled by jean and lisa HUEHAUDHW

thoma was surprisingly the host, like he hosted a game wherein people would answer some questions about the both of you

one question was “how many kids does diluc and y/n want?” cue kaeya and childe pushing each other away, wanting to get to the mic first .

eventually childe got first and screamed on the top of his lungs..

“FIVE”

diluc choked, you choked, your parents choked, EVERYONE CHOKED. except for kaeya and childe who was still bickering about the correct answer

but then theres you, showing three fingers to razor and bennett who were pushing each other to the mic, LITERALLY FIGHTING WHEN THE BRIDE HERSELF ALREADY GAVE THEM THE ANSWER

bennett approached the mic, looking at you and diluc nervously but diluc only nodded at him, a sign that you had told him the right answer

“I- uh.. erm, they, want uh, two- no no, three children”

thoma claps loud asf no one can tell me otherwise! kaeya and childe stopped their bickering, looking over the two of u and diluc AS IF it was both of ur guys’ fault that u didnt want 5 kids

bennett won cash money bru lucky ahh

eventually the reception ends and it was time for you to throw your bouquet, girls were gathered around behind you

some came intentionally while others were forced and pushed towards the pile

guess who caught the bouquet

SURPRISE SURPRISE WHY IS KLEE IN THE PILE?? literal exclaims of joy from the little girl in a tiny white dress

there’s nothing more to say, the wedding was perfect and was fun, it was the best day for the both of u

..and about the honeymoon? well let’s just say one of the three children will be made at the same night, goodnight.

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zhonglixly · 2 years

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i was enchanted to meet you

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ongoing series feat. rich!tartaglia x farmer!reader

first love, teen romance, angst heartbreak ? a little, mean ajax, asshole ajax.

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possibly slow update but im trying lol. this is not genshin related, i’m kind of just using ajax as an oc. normal!ajax. yk. ya.

inspired by the movie Flipped <3 pictures for this series are by @/manjiso <3

Ajax wanted nothing to do with you, but you had always been outspoken about your crush towards him. when he finally decided to pay attention to you, you had already decided you want nothing to do with him.

he was born a silver-spoon. his father is a CEO of a famous company build by himself. just very well off, wealthy, privileged background. truly lucky. you? weren’t so much. your family farms to live. that’s how your parents produce money. thankful enough, your parents managed to buy a house in an expensive neighbourhood. like it was destined, you were neighbours with Ajax.

he tried to get rid of you by dating a popular girl in your class name Yumeko. Ajax knew how much you despise her.

“he had been throwing them away? why?” you thought to yourself as you looked down at the basket in your hands. feeling angry and sad, you stormed out of there and back to your house.

you turned to see your dad, looking up as you give him a small smile and told him about everything. well, not quite everything, you only told him about the incident and nothing else about what Yumeko did.

“my y/n. she’s so gorgeous. she’s laughing. what is she laughing at? how can she be so pretty?” Ajax thought to himself as he watch over you laughing with your friends.

he regretted his actions dearly.

“but y/n-“ you give him no chance to talk as you stand up rapidly to leave. he stops talking as he looks at you walking away with a sad face.

“it’s alright. it was your fault tho, you know? i don’t blame her” Zhongli said to Ajax as he just nod in understatement.

“i know.. i messed up. i messed everything up” he said as he lay his head on his desk. Zhongli just watching in sympathy at his best friend.

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zhonglixly · 2 years

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HII i havent really submitted anything before so i hope this is ok! could i ask for the "When it comes to wake you up after a “restless” night. (Diluc, Zhongli, Kaeya)" but with albedo? its totally okay if not! thank you for reading!

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"When it comes to wake you up after a “restless” night" Xiao/Venti/Albedo

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Headcanons NSFW (18+)

Not for minors !

Summary: Your lover had completely exhausted you, not letting you sleep until the early hours of the day. He is the first to wake up to get on with his daily chores, leaving you to sleep a few more hours. Noticing that you are still asleep as the morning is about to end, he decides to wake you up by himself... forgetting that you were still naked under the sheets.

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Diluc, Zhongli, Kaeya part 1

Xiao

Xiao is a HYPER sensitive man, both emotionally and physically.

You can be sure that once he has tasted the pleasure of the flesh, he will come back for more.

He loves you more than anyone else on Teyvat and he considers sex one of the best ways to show it.

In public, Xiao is often reluctant to touch you. He will tend to stare intently at your hands or lips. If you surprise him, he will turn his face away abruptly, trying to hide the redness on his cheeks. (He doesn't know you can see it on his ears, so cute.)

Don't tease him, he might take it the wrong way, yell at you and run away, you won't see him for a couple of days. Gently hold his hand, if you do, you can be sure he won't hesitate to touch you again.

He loves it when you kiss him. Whether it's his cheeks, his lips, his hands, he loves your touch. You soothe him... He who suffers continuously from his karmic debt, from his past sins, you are an infinite source of happiness in his eyes.

When you are both alone in Xiao's room at the Wangshu Inn, he will be very affectionate. He will often wrap his arms around your waist or chest, peppering your neck with sweet kisses.

Xiao warms up quickly. Be prepared for intense, daily sexual activity!

But don't worry, he's learned to control his own orgasm. He'll only let himself come when you've had yours.

Like I said, this man warms up quickly. Want another round? He'll be ready in a second and as many times as needed!

Xiao had not slept all night.

When you plunged into sleep, Xiao had to leave reluctantly to perform his yaksha duties.

The sun was already high in the sky when he returned. Too exhausted to pay attention to his surroundings, he didn't notice your sleeping form in bed, instead heading to the shower to clean up and cool off. The day was particularly hot, which Xiao couldn't stand. He quickly removed his clothes, tossing them aside. He noticed his reflection in the mirror, littered with bites and hickeys from last night. Red flushed in his cheeks as images of your lovemaking flashed through his mind.

"Tch."-He turned away from the mirror sharply, too embarrassed by the excitement that was slowly building inside him.

The cold water did him the world of good and when he came out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist, he froze in place when he heard a moan. He thought at first that you were awake for a long time, probably downstairs helping Verr. He'd forgotten how much sleep humans could need, so when he thought about it, he hadn't let you rest until the early hours of the day.

He cautiously approached you. Your legs were bent over, you were clutching a cloth that looked like one of his tops and, by the archons, you were still naked! Quickly, he felt his sex harden at the sight of your body, which he had adored only hours ago. He always thought you were beautiful, with or without clothes. How was he supposed to let you rest when he found you with nothing on!?

"Damn it! This woman is going to drive me crazy." - he said in a desperate tone.

Xiao climbed onto the bed, straddling you shamelessly. He turned you on your back, instantly waking you up with a scream. He silenced you with a rough kiss, ripping off the tank top you were holding, freeing your chest of all embarrassment. His hands came to cup your breasts whose nipples were already hardened, massaging them greedily. He let go of your swollen lips to better admire you.

"Xiao."

He kissed your skin, moving down from your neck to your chest and finally your lower abdomen. His hands tenderly caressed your skin, moving up your thighs to your knees, spreading them further apart as his face approached your womanhood.

"Xiao... Please." - you planted one of your hands in his hair.- "I love you Xiao."

"(y/n) - He gently kissed your inner thigh. - "I love you too."

He dove between your thighs, making sure to take you to heaven.

Venti

Venti loves the act of love, such an intimate, human act that allows him to express himself as much as his verse.

He is originally a wind spirit, sex is a totally unknown thing to him. He didn't even think he was capable of feeling emotions like desire. Having lived with humans has made him discover all the possibilities that a heart offers.

You have radically changed his life. Love was no longer just a poem to him, he lived it, felt it, desired it. He cherished and protected you more than anything else. You will notice that he is completely different when he is with you than when he is with his friends. He is gentle, serious and loving as you are with him.

He loves physical affection! Whether at home or away, he will never hesitate to kiss or cuddle you.

He will never force you to do anything. He'll always make sure you agree to anything he does.

When you're home alone, he likes to make you sit between his legs and then put his hands on the warm skin of your belly. He loves to tease you when it's just the two of you, your laughter is his salvation!

Venti must have his fix! I told you, he loves your touch and when he is really excited and well... Be prepared for him to over-simulate and not get much sleep...

Venti had been up for a while dressed and walking the streets looking for a good breakfast to offer you. Often men and women he passed would ask him why he had such a wide smile on his face, Venti would simply tell them that he was just very happy. He was always happy with you, but every time he had carnal relations with you, his heart was full of it.

He bought you apples, juice, bread and a good piece of cheese! To add to your pleasure, he paid for it with his own hard-earned moras. Satisfied with his purchases, Venti went home. He prepared a tray for you, beautifully decorated with a flower from Cecilia, which he brought to your room.

The room was pleasantly lit by the soft rays of the morning sun. Seeing that you were still asleep, Venti placed his tray on the table that decorated your room. He walked over to the bed, jumping on it to kneel on the mattress next to you.

"(y/n) Wake up!"

"Hmmmm."

"Wake up!" - He shook you lightly before leaning down to kiss your neck.

"Still sleepy ~"

Venti laughed to himself. To tease you, he pulled the blanket off your shoulders before remembering that you hadn't put any clothes back on last night. He opened his eyes wide at first, his cheeks slightly rosy, then flashed a small, sly smile.

"Venti! It's cold!" - The naughty expression on his face froze you in place. -

His hands moved slyly over your body.

"Too bad, I'd gotten you a breakfast like you like.... - he kissed your belly and then each of your breasts, forcing a moan from your mouth. - "Haha, too bad, we'll eat it later! I have another meal waiting for me... "

On his words, he nibbled your lips making his fingers flow to your sex...

Albedo

Like Diluc, Albedo hides his game very well.

It is true that at the beginning of your relationship communication was complicated. He was not used to having conversations with others, preferring the company of his books and alchemical materials.

He put a lot of effort into himself for you (and only for you).

Albedo is not shy about physical contact, although he won't initiate it on his own, if you hold his hand or ask him for a hug in public, he will accept without hesitation!

He won't say it directly, but he loves to feel you against him. You only have to see the slight smile on his face to understand that he likes it.

Like Xiao, Albedo will be completely addicted to you after your first time. He'll often give you suggestive looks or kiss you on the neck and behind the ear to let you know that he wants to.

He carefully studies your every reaction, recording every point that makes you moan with pleasure. He's good, really good.

Albedo can be really hard in bed. He'll tend to start out slow until he gets carried away with his desires. Kiss the mark on his neck and you can be sure that you will end up the next moment in bed or on any surface where he can take you!

It is when Albedo returns to Mondstadt after several days away from Mount Dragonspine, that he will tend to have long sessions with you. He is usually more romantic and sensual, he has missed you and wants to make sure you know it.

Albedo had been up for a long time, working on the research he had brought back from Dosdragon and hadn't had time to read it over.

He had barely slept for a few hours, his eyes burning a little, but he was used to it. Coffee in hand, he read each line, correcting from time to time formulas that he had written.

After rereading his documents once, twice and then three times, he put his pen down on the kitchen table, sighing with fatigue. He removed the three cups of coffee he had drunk in the last few hours and washed them in the sink.

He looked at the clock, it said 11:49. He wondered if you had gotten up without him noticing. Curious, he looked around the house for you, calling your name softly.

When he got no answer, he went up to your room to see if you were still sleeping. When he opened the door, he spotted your form draped under the covers. You were lying on your stomach, your hair strewn across your back. Albedo noticed your nakedness when he saw the parting of your buttocks protruding from the blanket.

He looked at you for a long time without moving, just enjoying the view, but eventually he took his sketchbook to immortalize the moment. After a few sketches of you, he placed his material on your bedside table before lying down next to you, admiring your sleeping face and pushing a few strands of hair over your face. He stroked your skin, touched your lashes, watched your features until you opened your eyes, smiling at the sight of your lover.

"Hello there."-You intertwined your fingers with his hand that brushed your lips. -

"Hello."

You moved closer to him, snuggling into his arms. His eyes never left you, even when he lifted your chin to kiss your lips. It is at this moment that his hands strayed in your back, skirting the line of your spine, stopping a moment in the middle of the way to stick you a little more to him, to finally finish its race until your buttocks. He caressed them languorously, enjoying the noise of rubbing of his skin against yours and the moans that you let escape from your throat. Finally letting go of your ass, he moved down your thigh to your knee, grabbing it to place it on his hip.

Your excitement was palpable by the flush on your cheeks and your misty eyes. He loved having this effect on you.

Once he had you securely locked to his hip, he let go of your leg and moved up to your sex, stroking your clit with his fingertips. You were already ready for him, but he wanted to take you for the first time with his hand. He easily planted a finger inside your womanhood, slowly rubbing your walls before adding a second finger.

"Albedo, j-je, aaah, don't tease me please! - He smiles at your comment. -

"You are so beautiful, let me observe you a little longer..."

The bulge in his pants hurt, but he was a patient man, very patient...

Hi! No worries, I don't mind at all, I'm even happy! I love Albedo, I wasn't going to do the same headcanons for him but it motivated me! Thanks for your request <3

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