warnings: nsfw content, breeding kink, Itto’s dick has barbs and ridges, knotting, implications of pregnancy, begging, dirty talk, degradation, overstimulation
WhileDILUC is usually rather tender with you, some part of his mind simply short-circuits when you ask him to cum inside of you. He pauses for a moment, his eyebrows raised in surprise, but you don’t need to say more to convince him. He’s thrusting into you again a few moments later, his pace damn near violent compared to before, and all you can do is whine and arch your back and take it.
Diluc himself is all low groans and grunts; he wants a family so badly, so when you offer him to fill you up, he suddenly can’t think about anything but you, dripping with his cum, anymore. He’s moaning out promises of breeding you so so well while pounding into you, and it doesn’t take much longer before he reaches his orgasm, his cum spilling into you, and he presses a loving kiss to your lips afterwards.
“Ah, fuck, you have no idea what you do to me—, I’ll fill you up so good, darling, I promise you that. I’m gonna make you a mommy, sweetheart, don’t you worry.”
The second KAEYA moves to pull out, you dig your nails into his shoulders, surely leaving red crescent moons there, and he raises an eyebrow at you. When you whimper that you so desperately want him to cum inside of you, he huffs out a laugh, though it sounds strained. His following words are mocking, but they lack the usual sharpness.
He’sa lot more affected by your plea than he lets on; it shows in the way his dick twitches inside of your cunt and how his pace speeds up as he thrusts into you a few final times, his hips slapping against your ass with lewd squelching noises. You mewl as he fills you up with liquid warmth, his cum following his cock out of your loose cunt as he pulls away, and he chuckles when you whimper at the feeling.
“Oh? Do you need me to fill you up that badly? That’s pretty—, ah, that’s pretty pathetic, you know. But I guess I don’t mind indulging you one time, love, even if you’re acting like a slut right now.”
SUMMARY: you punched his main target’s child, how would he react?
FEATURING: diluc, kaeya, childe, zhongli and ayato
WARNINGS: mentions of reader punching someone and cursing
NOTE: spy x family au woooooo!!!! :D i’m sorry if anything in these didn’t make any sense i was writing this at 11:50 pm :( this is just for fun though :D
DILUC
he was definitely crying inside. this man literally thought that he warned you enough and that nothing would go wrong—but you still punched his target’s child instead of just holding it back? he knows that you’re probably so done with the kid that you can’t help but punch him but STILL!- he just sighed very loudly and forced himself to smile at you. “how was school today?” if you answered him honestly, he would just forget about it and just ignore the first red flag of his mission and he would ask you to apologise to him—because it’s wrong and it’s not elegant but if you chose to lie to him, he would just nod and smile and think about getting a new kid (it’s a joke he won’t).
KAEYA
he was pretending to be a janitor and he heard how his target’s son bullied you (don’t worry the kid didn’t bully you, kaeya was just too worried that he called it bullying and besides, the kid has a crush on you so there’s no way he’s going to bully you). kaeya was internally cheering on you and wishing for your patience and sanity to be longer—but your patience was so thin that your sanity just went “bye!” and BOOM! you punched the kid and he went FLYING across the hallway /hj he was so shocked that he just went home and thought about his life choices. hours passed and when you knocked in the door, he opened it with a smile. if you weren’t a mind reader, you would think that he’s smiling at you genuinely. but if you read his mind—he’s screaming and panicking. i just know that this man is a perfectionist /j and seeing this MAJOR RED FLAG (you and what you did) makes him wanna pass out but he still greeted you happily.
CHILDE
i bet he was the one who taught you how to punch someone HARD in the face. it was supposed to be used in emergencies but THAT GUY deserves to be in the emergency room after all those things he did to you. when you come home, like diluc—he’s going to ask you “how was school?” and he won’t be mad at you, in fact, he’s very proud that he taught you that (you delivered a very good punch) and will be celebrating it with you! he’ll buy you whatever you want and spoil you! (fuck the mission- he’ll let this slide because you’re just too cute and his efforts paid off!). but you’ll have to practise apologising after that.
ZHONGLI
the calm one. like others, he would ask you how your school was. he doesn’t care if you lie to him or not because he was literally disguising himself as your history teacher and of course, you know that and you forced yourself to do good in “his class”. and i bet this man would be there to stop you before you could get to punch the kid. (but if you did punch the kid, he won’t do anything about it and just sigh). expect to be scolded though. apparently, you didn’t do very well at history and he also saw your test papers. (he’s also the type to make you apologise to the kid because of his mission and he also doesn’t want you to get tonitrus striked).
AYATO
smiling through the pain. he’s definitely a perfectionist and seeing a part of his plan fail (basically you befriending his target’s kid) makes him want to go and execute the plan alone. but that won’t happen because he can’t disguise himself as a kid (and he got TOO attached to you) so he’ll just report this to the headquarters and mark it as a minor problem (he trusts you) and like zhongli, he’ll ask you to apologise to the kid (don’t worry he’s not mad! just ignore everything he’s saying in his mind and watch your favourite spy cartoon on the tv)
Notes:This was also a request and I liked it but for some reason I can’t find the ask anymore, I might have accidentally deleted it. Has been sitting in my drafts for a while cause idk how else to make it better. It’s still a little cringy to me, tbh.
Warnings:VERYSTEAMY but generally still SFW bordering on not, you’ve been warned though, not proofread, some possessiveness, yes there are sexual innuendos, mentions of alcohol and drinking, did i say not proofread?, if there are pronoun slips please let me know.
The two of you never really meant for it to turn into a make out session. With Aether, there’s a lot of patience and no pushing to do things. It just happened spontaneously while cuddling in bed.
The first kiss was innocent. Just a quick peck on the lips. But something in him seemed to spur him on and suddenly he’s leaning in for another one…and another one…and another… He’s still slow about it, giving you the chance to say no but also hoping that you don’t pull away. When you don’t, he peers into your eyes and sees that they’re clouded over, just as his is and he puts his all into the next kiss.
His hand cradles your neck, his kiss is nearing hungry, wanting more of your soft lips on his. It’s an addiction now and you’ve wrapped your arms around his neck to deepen the already passionate exchange. You open your mouth to let his tongue slide in, the kisses are getting sloppy, wetter. Your legs are tangled together and the heat between your lips blooms in your stomach and has you silently begging for more. The raw emotion makes you weak.
“Hey! Why is the door locked?! Did you two forget about Paimon?! Let me in!”
The two of you pull away abruptly. Panting and flushed, Aether more so than you. There’s a subtle disappointment in his eyes, but he’s a gentleman so he smiles and gathers himself, smooths down your hair and his, kisses your nose and utters a quick “I love you,” before pushing off the bed and letting the clueless Paimon in.
Albedo
Did he plan it? You’ll never know. He took you to Inazuma with him when he was commissioned to paint The Five Kasen. Of course, he took Klee with him too.
“It’s been a while since we’ve been alone,” Albedo sets down the tea on the kotatsu and sits next to you on the tatami floor. Klee is out with the traveller and Yoimiya, and though he feels a little bad for not being able to take Klee around, he was really rather busy with the preparation of the paintings.
What you didn’t get was why he wouldn’t let YOU go with Klee instead. It’d been midday when he emerged from his separate work room and sought you out. And now the two of you sat side by side each other, you feel him snake an arm around your waist. “You’re done with the painting?” You question him as he presses a kiss on the side of your head.
“No,” he simply replies. The next time he dips his head, it lands on your lips and you instantly recognize the need in it. He rarely initiated kisses like this, the type that fanned a fire in your belly. It’s not a hungry kiss, but its long and his lips constantly move against yours, just as your head tilts to the side to give him more access.
Your hand slides away from the teacup and rests on his shoulder, his arms are coming up to your back and pressing you further into him. When he breaks away he only does so to dip back into your neck, trailing kisses up to your ear. “‘Bedo–” You shudder a little at the light and quick pecks…until your ears pick up on familiar little, running footsteps and the door making a small rattle before the two of you break away and it slides open to reveal a very happy Klee, bursting with joy about her adventures.
You pretend to be drinking tea, though Albedo’s hand is still around your waist, he clears his throat before greeting his sister. “Welcome back, Klee,”
Ayato
Intentional but has an excuse for it and kind of blames you for it.
It’s rare that he gets to go to a festival with you, but he decided that he could take a break today and walk around. Inazuman festivals are always looked forward to, with lots of stalls, festivities and the closing fireworks, it’s an enjoyable time for everyone.
For Ayato, however, he can’t help but keep staring at your kimono-clad form. You rarely wore them, only on special occasions. Simply said, you looked even more charming than usual.
So then was it his fault that he pulled you into a small alleyway in between two Inazuman houses and started kissing you? No. Not at all.
“A-Ayato–There are people–” He’s gentle when he maneuvered you against the wall, but his kiss was not. He nips at your lips in a teasing manner, and recaptures your lips over and over again with only a second to breathe between each one, his hands sliding up your hip to keep you in place.
“If you’re not too noisy they won’t notice, darling,” Ayato hides a smirk as he whispers to you, going back in for a now open mouthed and hot kiss. He just can’t get enough of you. Every breath he took was like breathing in lust and fire, seducing him to keep his mouth sucking yours.
Then, he feels something bump against his foot, he pulls away abruptly, one of his arms still leaning onto the wall next to your head and he looks down to see a colourful ball there. The sounds of kids shouting about kicking the ball too far and running after it makes him pull all the way back, just in time for the kids to stop at the entrance of the alleyway and look at the two of you quizzically, then down to their ball.
Ayato merely kicks it back towards them, and they don’t ask any questions, just caring about the fact that they can continue their game. He does pull you over and out of the small space though, despite you still being flushed and easily says. “We’ll continue later, care to come over?”
Dainsleif
Not a particularly jealous person but there are times where he can’t really stand other people giving you too much attention.
Wolvendom was apparently a dangerous place. Not for Dainsleif. Dainsleif might have been more dangerous than Wolvendom itself. So despite the dangers of the forest you find yourself at ease when he’s around.
The plan was to just pick wolfhooks, but things escalated pretty easily when you found your back against a tree and Dainsleif hovering above you. He didn’t have his arms out, nor was he pushing you towards the tree, but his gaze stayed you there. “…There was a man at the tavern who was a little touchy with you,” he started and you realized he had somehow been watching that exchange.
“He was drunk, Dain. He was kicked out a little later,” You explain as he cups your chin and levels his gaze towards you.
“…I don’t like it,” he simply says and you nod saying that you knew. No one would. However, instead of him complaining he translates his frustrations into a rather forceful kiss. Him pressing against you and trapping you at the tree, you didn’t resist, you had no intention to and all you could do was melt against him.
It would seem as if he was taking out his anger on you, but his kisses gradually ease up, and all it starts to translate to is love and of him never wanting to let you go. His hands tether at your waist and he continues to drown you with his kiss, tongue pushing against your lips, asking for access to your mouth. It’s soft yet dominating at the same time, like an artist’s brush that confidently strokes at the canvas, he continues to stroke his lips on yours.
The first signs of rainfall drip on the tree the two of you are under, it escapes past the leaves until he starts to feel it drip on his scalp. He pulls away as the rain starts to hammer harder down on the two of you. He doesn’t mind kissing you in the rain, but it was the thunder that worried him. He instinctively pulls his coat away and over your form, then retreating under a nearby shelter that he knew of.
His face still has desire painted on it, but he looks down at you, slightly drenched and looking cold and smiles a little with apology. “Sorry,” he says curtly and you only grin back at him.
Diluc
He likes the thought of being intimate with you. Kissing is just the most basic form of love that he discovered he enjoys. He enjoys it so much it’s hard for him to tell himself that one kiss will be enough.
It starts with your visit to his study. He’s there, poring over papers and the moment you walk in it’s as if his exhaustion billows away. He waits for you to approach him at his chair behind the desk and greets you by taking your hand and kissing the back of it. “Done with work?” He asks you and you nod your head with a small “Mmhmm,”
He stands then and greets you more intimately with another kiss. Gloved hand placed on your collarbone and clutching at your shoulder as he pulls you in. Your lips fuses into his perfectly, like you were made for each other and he thinks the same. It’s the exact reason why he can never just kiss you once, specially in the privacy of a room.
He kisses you again, but this time with more fervor, like he hadn’t kissed you in forever, like it was his first time seeing you in ages. His weight starts to push on you, and there’s nowhere to go but on his desk. Without ever taking his lips away he hoists you up over his desk, letting you sit comfortably while you wrap your arms around his shoulders. He’s standing in between your legs and his hands are pressed tightly on your waist. He pulls away to see the expression on your face, clearly wanting more.
He doesn’t ever complain about giving you more and the kisses heat up to the point that your tongues are dancing together, panting against the passion, your hands are tangled in his long, red hair, and you instinctively tug at the hair band keeping it together. Your body almost trembles against his at the intensity of his lips conquering yours–
“Master Diluc? The accountant is here to see you,” The knock on the door pulls the two of you apart, but he doesn’t move from his forehead to forehead position with you. It feels hotter in the room, and he’s sure that it’s not just him who feels it. He stalls for a while to think about what to say, wanting to just turn the accountant away and tell him to come back another time, but you laugh under your breath, feeling the conflict in him.
“Master Diluc,” you breathe out, clearly teasing him. “Don’t keep your guest waiting, I’ll come back later,” It’s you who pushes him away and jumps off the desk, turning to open the door and reveal Adelinde behind it. “He’ll be there in a second. Thank you Adelinde!”
Gorou
Shy. So more often than not you’re the one initiating. You’re surprised that he’s actually a good kisser, or did he just get gradually better at it? Maybe he read some books about it…
Gorou already knows what’s on your mind when you ask him “Can I see the armory?” The first time you asked that, he merely raised his eyebrows and said sure. That had turned out to be a full-blown kissing session that left him flustered the whole day.
It had actually been a while since you visited, and so when you ask “Is there anything new in the armory?” with a small grin on your face. Gorou can’t control nor hide the swish of his tail. He doesn’t admit out loud that he’s missed you far more than he can comprehend.
You’re rather shocked as well that when the door to the armory closes he’s the one who captures your lips in a kiss. He pulls away to say “I–I haven’t seen you in so long. I just–” but you silence him with another, pulling at his clothes to get him leaning on top of you, mouths meshed together.
Your hands wander up to his ears, you always do that, rubbing at it while kissing makes him let out a low growl into your mouth and give a slight jump, but he doesn’t hate it. In fact it encourages him to do more. To open his mouth and receive yours. The kissing sounds are starting to sound lewd and his hands are starting to crawl up your sides.
“General?” Gorou jerks away from you, there’s a sound of a weapon clinking, as if it was getting hung up on the wall. There are footsteps coming around to the two of you and you flatten your clothing out hastily. One of his soldiers was in the armory and emerges from a row of weapons. “Ah general! I thought I heard you!” and proceeds to ask about which weapon would suit him more, because he was having a hard time picking.
Gorou glances at you, face still flushed but there’s nothing but amusement in your eyes. He sighs inwardly and makes a future mental note to check if there’s anyone in the premises first before deciding to kiss you.
Itto
He doesn’t constantly think about making out with you but when it starts to happen he can’t get his mind out of the gutter anymore. Doesn’t have a normal amount of shame as well. So getting caught making out is like nothing to him.
His favourite place to go beetle hunting is Chinjuu forest. Apparently that’s where all the big and strong ones are. He’s looking at every nook and cranny. In the river, atop trees, under boulders, on the stone stairs, inside logs. You name it.
When he finally finds one, it’s like he hit the jackpot. “Heyyy!! Y/N, check this out!” he waves over and runs towards you to show you his new found treasure…only for him to trip on a big rock and start falling backwards, the beetle is startled and flies away from his hand.
Itto is somewhat of an impulsive klutz, and so when he realizes that he’s falling he clumsily grabs on to the nearest thing, as if it would help him. Unfortunately, that was you and you end up on the ground with him.
“Ow…Gee…Stupid rock,” he pushes himself up by his elbows and glares at the rock by his foot, then realizes that you’re completely pressed up against him and resting right below his chin. “Y/N! You okay?!”
He wraps one arm around your waist, with how burly Itto was, having you resting on top of him was nothing. He realizes how close the two of you are and a bulb instantly lights in his head. “…Wanna kiss?” He grins shamelessly and you smack his shoulder hard. “Ow!”
“Come on! Just one!” he urges and and somehow flips you over to the ground. Now he’s the one hoisting himself up above you. You consent and he giddily kisses you on the lips. Despite his size Itto is always gentle at first, and he never goes past your boundaries. Always asking if he could kiss you. He pulls away with a satisfied smile, but just looking at you under him like that…it stirs a bit of something in his gut.
“…Another one?” He asks. Eyes tacked on to your suddenly delicious looking lips. He leans in again and this time the kiss he gives has a slight nip to it, his teeth gently nibbling on your lower lip, like he’s trying to get an actual taste of you. He pulls away again, face starting to become pink. “…A-Another–” This time it’s you who pulls him down by his coat, not letting him finish his request and it turns into a full blow make-out session.
It’s a clumsy medley of kisses at first, just trying to taste more of each other and lips grappling for control. There’s a sudden, fiery urgency between your kisses, like you’re losing time, and your hands are starting to slide down his exposed midriff.
“Boss! Bossss!!” You push him away when you hear his gang members calling after him, but he didn’t seem to care and chases after your lips again. “Itto!” you hiss and punch his shoulder. “What?” he looks at you innocently. “Get off! Your friends are coming!”
“So what?” he blinks, actually looking like he doesn’t care. He just doesn’t find anything wrong about giving you affection. “Get off or I’ll never kiss you again!” You threaten and he pouts but relents. By the time his gang members arrive. The two of you are stood up, with you dusting your clothes off and Itto looking like a defeated bear.
Kaeya
You bet he initiates and he does so whenever he feels like it. However, other times, he likes to lure you into his trap by using his charms, so it looks as if you’re the one who started it but in fact he’s been sending you signals the whole time.
“Ah, so here you are,” Kaeya chuckles, kicking the door to the rooftop close as he saunters over to you. Up at the rooftop of the Favonius Headquarters, it was quiet and no one ever really went up there. You could see a small view of the town, as well as the windmills surrounding it.
You were leaning over the railings, and only turned around to give Kaeya a half-glare, crossing your arms over your chest. “Came up here to tease me more?” You said, earning another chuckle from Kaeya. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about, love,”
He lifts your face up to meet his using his finger. His grin is handsome, and the moonlight illuminates his eye that much more. Your hands rest on his shoulders as he comes nearer and you mumble at him almost accusingly. “Liar. You couldn’t keep your hands off me during the meeting…”
Kaeya doesn’t say anything but does slither an arm around your middle. He was a menace. The Favonius meetings were long sometimes, and you guessed that he got bored. He kept nudging you with his knee, and at some point had even secretly placed his hand on your thigh, tracing patterns on it with his finger, pretending to listen to the meeting minutes.
Kaeya leans in to whisper into your ear, his breathy voice sends a shiver down your neck and spine. “Can’t help it, your squirming is fun to watch,” and that’s how he gets you to press your lips on his. Just with a little urging, a little teasing, a little subtle touch. It drives you crazy and it entertains him to no end.
“Someone’s impatient,” he whispers again when you pull back, “It’s your fault,” you whisper back. This time he’s the one who makes the move. His kisses are perfect. It touches more than just your lips, it reaches your soul, your heart and the very core of your being. You’re always left wanting more. He knows how to kiss in a way that has you chasing for more, clutching at him for more. He knows that when he sucks at your bottom lip you’ll mewl and bite his back. The heated exchange continues, up until the door to the rooftop slams open.
“Sir Kaeya–Oh…Uhm…I–” The knight who walks in realizes Keaya is in the middle of something. Kaeya doesn’t have plans to turn around, but he does so only to briefly address the knight. “I’ll be there in five minutes,” Kaeya doesn’t wait for the knight to leave, and proceeds to continue kissing you until your lips are sore.
Kazuha
Gentle but will catch you off guard. Always starts off with innocent kisses up until it escalates into a desire that he can’t ignore.
The bird’s nest of the ship. That small lookout on the highest point of the mast, where a crewmember would stay and warn the other crew members if there was an impending doom coming. Like a storm, or another big ship, or a small ship they should avoid. It’s an important part of the ship, but also a somewhat private little getaway.
The breeze is always nice up here, but when night falls it becomes a tad too chilly and you end up wrapped up in Kazuha’s arms and warmth. You stay like that for a moment, just enjoying the lull of the sea and the sound of the waves. After a while longer you tip your head up to look at him, finding that he’s gazing tenderly at you.
You smile, and he follows. A little piece of heaven was so easy for him to obtain with you in his life. You tip your head up to invite him for a kiss, and he effortlessly meets your lips romantically. It takes your breath away, the manner in which he silently claims your lips as his and only his. It’s not demanding nor forceful at all, yet something about it makes you surrender and your knees start feeling weak.
His arms tighten around you, he pulls away for a brief second, only for air and comes back in immediately. This time it feels like his lips scorches yours, the flame that ignites leaves you whimpering for more, clutching at his arms, senseless to everything else except his kiss.
The only reason it stops is because you’re suddenly jerked away from him. He startles as well, feeling his feet sway a little, but his hold on you is protective and reassuring. A strong wave had nearly tipped the two of you off balance, and Kazuha looks beyond the sea to see that a storm might be brewing.
He chuckles a little, aware that he got carried away for a moment there. “Let’s go back down, love. It’ll get dangerous up here in a few,”
Scaramouche
Rough and demands it when he wants it. For him it’s like an impulse, or maybe the result of holding back too much and suddenly exploding with want.
He was sour the whole day, and you had no idea why. Possibly one of his moods. He took it out on nearly all his subordinates, shouting about how everyone here was incompetent and useless.
When night fell and the men had fallen back to their makeshift tents or quarters, Scaramouche came back to his and your tent, done antagonizing everyone for the day. He doesn’t say much as he undresses and prepared for the night, slipping on a simple shirt and shorts. You were already on your shared cot, reading a book about something trivial.
He climbs in with a huff and you can’t help but smile at how childish his temperate was sometimes, but you’re startled when he climbs on top of you, your wrists are suddenly pinned above your head by his lone hand. “S-Scara–”
Wordlessly, his lips demandingly bears down on yours. You let out a slight sigh as you kiss, your eyes immediately closing at how possessive the kiss felt, but it’s exactly the way you like it. You part your mouth for him, and his tongue lashes in like strong waves pulling you under a sudden splash of desire.
The way he kisses you is beyond hungry, devouring your lips and all your senses to focus only on him. “Scara–!” was the only thing you could let out when he pulls back for a breath, a string of saliva connecting the two of you, your face incredibly flushed. That prompts him to do more, moving to yet again taste your lips.
“Sir? There’s an emergency out at the waterfalls. It seems that the resistance is closing in,”
Scaramouche pulls away and curses under his breath. He’s about to kill that soldier who’s standing outside the tent. He climbs away from the bed and starts getting dressed again, leaving you breathless on the bed. Still, you would think he would just leave, but for you, he comes back to where you rest and places a kiss on your forehead. “Wait for me, puppy. Won’t be long,”
Tartaglia
Mischievous and almost calculated. Beckons you to initiate it and leads you into it.
His meeting with the other Fatui agents just ended, and he’s left exhausted and melting into the sofa he was sitting on. His body is totally limp, just wanting to do nothing for a moment in the living room of his hotel suite. Sure, he loved the adrenaline of battle and the excitement it brought. But meetings were something else, it took a lot out of him.
“Childe?” You peer into the living room, having taken refuge in the bedroom that whole time while he took care of his business. He immediately perks up at your voice, his energy levels spiking at the thought of you. “Here, Y/N, we’re done,” he confirms and beckons you over with his hand.
You step out of the bedroom door and walk over to him on the couch, yelping when he easily pulls you atop him, forcing you to straddle him, your knees on the couch and your hands on his shoulders. “Childe!”
He only chuckles and leans back, liking the view of things, one of his hand lazily placed on your waist. “It’s been a long day honey,” he sighs out and takes his other hand to cradle your cheek. “I think I deserve a kiss,”
Indeed he does and you agree with no complaints. You straddle his lap fully when you lean in and hotly connect your lips. Your scent is hypnotic to him, the only thing in the world that could ever catch him off guard was you. He encases your waist in his arms, pulling you closer to him until you’re pressed against each other.
“Mm,” a hint of a moan escapes his lips and into yours. He doesn’t stop kissing you, the intensity increasing with each one. He starts to kiss you in a way that makes your toes curl and your insides burn, your brain melting into nothingness, not even noticing that your hands start to slide up his shirt.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
You pull away, only to be pulled back in. “Keep going,” he breathes out, ignoring the obvious knocking on the door.
“Sir–I’m sorry. We’ve forgotten to report an important part of the mission,”
Childe clicks his tongue, but he hoists you up in his arms and shouts back. “I’m off-duty, come back tomorrow,” before the two of you disappear into the bedroom.
Thoma
Natural. It just happens when it happens. There’s not much thinking involved and there’s no prior teasing.
He’d been busy for a while, setting up things and making sure everything was in place for the Irodori festival. You, being a worker at Yae Publishing house, was also busy during that time period. For the whole festival you didn’t see each other, nor did you have the time to pass by even for a short greeting.
On the final day of the festival, Thoma finds himself waiting for you to finish your shift at the Yae Publishing House stall. “Thoma!” You run up to him, delighted to see your lover after a long week, he meets you with a hug and laugh, spinning you around once before setting you down again and walking to the restaurant that the two of you agreed to eat at for dinner that day.
It was also the celebration of the end of all your hard work for the festival. For this special occasion, he had requested a private dining room for the two of you. The night started off as normal, the two of you talking about your respective events and duties.
“I missed you,” he suddenly interjects in the middle of your story. He just couldn’t help it, it’s been so long since he saw your smiling face. “Ah, sorry, you can continue your story,” he waves a hand, urging you to go on, but you’ve stopped and shifted a little closer to him. “…I missed you too, Thoma,”
And just like that your lips were inviting his. He drops his chopsticks and turns to face you, his hands on both sides of your face to bring you closer to him, to feel his lips melt and combine with yours. He feels your fingers clutch at his shirt. Thoma’s kisses makes you forget your own name. Makes your heart beat faster and faster until it feels like exploding. Every time your lips come apart and together again you’re spun into a dizzying world of fireworks and passion.
“Y/N…” he whispers before he dives in yet again, your hands now tugging at his hair, as if wanting to sink into him deeper.
“Your drinks are here!” The door slides open rather suddenly and the two of you jerk apart, faces an intense red. The server is oblivious and hums to herself while placing the glasses on your table. “Enjoy!” She says before retreating out and sliding the door shut again.
The two of you are tense, but when you meet eyes, you can’t help but let out a snicker, he follows and the two of you are just laughing it off seconds later.
Venti
It’s like a form of entertainment for him, like a hobby. He loves kissing you and he doesn’t hide that at all.
“Venti…are you drunk?” You ask as you sit next to him at the tavern. He’s rather rowdy today, but he raises an eyebrow at your query. “Me? I haven’t even had a drink yet Y/N! I’m just excited I have time to visit the tavern again!”
The two of you are off to a table on the side, it’s a little secluded, but in no ways was it private. The deeper the night got the more people came in, but you realized that Venti wasn’t drinking any booze at all. In fact his attention was all on you, just talking to each other and enjoying each other’s company.
You don’t quite understand Venti’s attraction towards you. It’s as if he appeared one day and decided to latch on to you. Was it really love? Or just fascination? Still, he was a handful, but he was able to take care of you and be considerate of your feelings, despite being energetic and carefree all the time.
“…and so we decided to leave Dragonspine,” you finished your story, drinking some of your mocktail and noting that Venti was nodding at you with sparkling eyes.
“It must’ve been cold up there, hm?” He simply says and it dawns on you only now that his arm is wrapped around your waist and the two of you are quite cozy in that position, your body tucked in his. “You’re so cute, Y/N. It’s almost unbearable, ehe~”
Then, his eyes light up almost instantly. “Ah, you haven’t given me a kiss today! You were so busy in the morning that you forgot!” He leans in, putting his face out for you but you feel your cheeks heat up and decline his offer. “Idiot, we’re in public!”
He’s silent for a moment, realizing that you’re shy, and for some reason that face of yours spurs him even more to try and kiss you. Assertively, he uses his hand to move your turned away face to meet his and he’s the one who leans in for a mind-bending kiss.
You gasp into it, eyes widening at his bravery. Although it was loud in the tavern all you could really hear was your heart beating in your chest. He doesn’t let up, you feel his tongue prodding your lips, asking to be let into your hot mouth and your eyes close automatically, losing yourself into the sudden tingling sensation running up your spine.
He kisses you like you’re the finest wine he’s ever tasted, he drinks you up like he hasn’t had water in days and you feel his mouth just pressing on yours over, and over, and over again–
BANG!
The two of you startle away from each other. One of the waiters has smacked a medium barrel of wine on your table. The type that was for sharing and had a spout connected to it. The waiter saw you kissing, but he didn’t bat an eyelid. That happened all the time in the tavern. Instead, he actually grinned and said. “Here’s that wine you ordered, this’ll warm you both up quick,” and left cackling.
Xiao
Always doesn’t expect how he likes kissing so much. He doesn’t usually initiate but when it happens he’s also surprised by the hunger he has for your lips. It’s almost like the demon inside him comes out and wants to devour you.
Xiao has his own room in Wangshu Inn, but he doesn’t use it as much as one would think. He rarely needed sleep and staying in human quarters just seemed odd to him. He never got used to it.
As an adepti, the outdoors was his calling. It’s where he spent most of his time, even with his brothers and sisters back when they were all together. In a way he was very in touch with nature and his surroundings.
Today he spent the usual night up on the Wangshu rooftop with you. Looking down at the lights and the people weaving in and out. You came to him that night with red lipstick on, and it’s not because you had intentionally put it on. It was because you just finished an opera performance at the inn, and though you weren’t the lead singer you worked as a background dancer, and sometimes that required makeup that stood out, specially in Chinese opera.
Xiao had seen your performances several times. He didn’t say much about it, but he did comment once that he thought the story was beautiful and that your moves matched the story. That was more than enough for you, coming from him.
That night, you were merely wanting to say a brief hello, just as you always did after a show. “I’ll be going now, Xiao,” you say after a moment but his hand reaches out for your wrist and holds you in place.
You turn back with a curious look on your face, wondering if he was alright. “Xiao?” He gently pulls you towards him, and stares at your face. Something in him aches to kiss you. To mess up your makeup.
He moves you over to the wooden railing of the rooftop, your back pressing against it and him trapping you in between. He continues to stare at your lips, and you finally get the message. “Xiao, do you want to…” you gulp, and he does as well. His eyes dart up towards yours, as if asking for permission.
The permission you give is your eyes closing, head tilting the slightest bit forward, letting yourself fall vulnerable in front of him. He lets out a slight sigh at the sight before pressing your mouths together. His hand finds its way to your scalp, moving you closer to him, tasting your moist lips.
He’s aware that he’s possibly smearing lipstick all over himself, but that just heightens his desire. He wants it all over him, only him and when he pulls back to see the mess that he made of you, eyes clouded over, red lipstick smudged to the side of your lips, mouth parted as if asking for more and panting, he lets out an almost guttural groan and plunges in for more.
It’s intense, like his lips had a mind of its own and he wants nothing more than for you to just hold on to him like this forever. And then, in a sudden split second, he disappears into black smoke.
“Here’s your dinner Xiao!” The chef of Wangshu inn, Smiley Yanxiao appears at the entrance of the rooftop, but when he looks around and doesn’t see Xiao there, he scratches his head and addresses you instead. You who was covering your lips to conceal how smeared your lipstick was. “Hey, Y/N, tell Xiao that I’m placing his dinner here, okay? Thanks!”
He proceeds to place the almond tofu dish on a table off to the side and turns around to go back to the kitchen. Your heart is still hammering in your ears and you’re not sure if what happened earlier had really transpired. But when you blink your eyes again and Xiao reappears in front of you, face covered in a rare blush and avoiding your gaze, you’re a hundred percent sure it had happened, and you can’t help but feel your heart skip another beat at that.
Zhongli
Patient. Knows how to bide his time. It’s not rushed or sloppy. It’s slow and sensual and he knows what he’s doing.
“Darling, I’ll be off soon,”
It’s how your mornings with him usually start. He wakes up to tend to his duties as a worker in Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, and you also have to attend to your duties as a simple hairdresser in Liyue Harbor. Appointments with you are usually done in your home, where you and Zhongli lived. Occasionally you do home visits and go to the client’s home instead of them coming to you.
“Mmhmm, I’ll see you later,” You rush over to him who is already at the door, tip toe for a quick kiss and attempt to unfurl away from his hold, only for him to hold on to you tight.
He doesn’t like rushed kisses, though the two of you are busier than usual this morning he’ll hold fast to his promise of giving loving kisses. Never rushed nor in a hurry. “Hold on a moment, dear,” he requests and holds your chin in his hand, slightly squeezing your cheeks and holding it up for him to dip down properly and sensually into a heart-melting kiss.
It gets you every time, and you don’t know how he does it. There’s always an air of confidence in his kiss, he knows what he’s doing and he knows that it gives you butterflies in your stomach. This morning, however, instead of you pulling away satisfied with just one, you ask for more by putting your hands lightly around his neck.
He gets the message and leans into your touch, pulling you by the waist, flattening your whole body against him and starting to deepen the kiss by the second. Glued to one another he claims your mouth sensually, still not in a rush. When your lips come together, it’s soft, but it’s searing hot, as if his lips is melting your skin and kissing every crevice of your being. “Zhongli…” you breathe out when you pull apart for a second, not knowing where your sudden desire comes from.
“Hm…” He merely lets out, amused at this development and continuing to brush his lips against yours. There’s a knock on the door, and that’s a clear sign that the two of you had kissed for too long. Zhongli chuckles, knowing that it must be your first appointment for the day. Just as quickly, he regains composure and kisses your forehead for a final goodbye, like nothing had happened at all.
You’re the one who’s still flustered, staring at his back and wondering how he could open the door and converse happily with the middle aged woman waiting outside your home. You almost pout, but you see him turn towards you and mouth the words “Let’s continue later,” before he bids you goodbye and leaves you with your first client.
Summary:You’ve been best friends for a whilenow, and you definitely have those little feelings of maybe wanting to be more but you just don’t know how to convey it. So you take a leap of faith, put a hand on his cheek, and give him a peck on the lips. Something you’ve never done before. Hey, actions speak louder than words, right…?
Warnings: inspired by an old tiktok trend even though I don’t have tiktok cause it’s banned in my country, lol but it was also a request by an anon, not proofread
Aether
Stunned does not even describe the entirety of it
He’s speechless and staring at you for a good five seconds before his brain starts to work again
“Wait, what was–” touches his lips to try and recall if that really happened or if he was trippin’
“Wait, hold on,” starts laughing at you and grabs at your wrist.
Proceeds to stare at you for another 5 seconds to process the information overload.
“Would you…wanna try that again?” with a loopy yet unsure grin
Albedo
Blinks once and leans back, away from you.
The surprised expression only crosses his face for a second.
He’s trying to logically piece together things and not jump to conclusions cause that’s just not him.
“…Did you, make a mistake?” When you shake your head no he grabs your hand and pulls you closer up against him.
You’d think he’d be more subtle but he might have been waiting for that for just as long as you were.
“Just making sure…before I experiment on your lips again,”
Ayato
arm latches on around your waist before you can even pull back and turns the quick peck into a full kiss.
He doesn’t half-ass anything and is even bold enough to pepper kisses down your jaw.
You’re a little overwhelmed at his response, not expecting it to be this positive.
“Hm?” chuckles. “I’m only giving you what you asked for. One is hardly enough, no?”
Bennett
Has the “?!?!” expression
Simply half confused half shocked
Frozen in both fear and nervousness.
Cannot help but replay the kiss a thousand times in his head before he stutters out
“Y-Y-Y/N?!” and doesn’t even know what to say
Goes red
“T-T-That was a kiss, right?” You nod and he goes even redder if possible
Can’t comprehend it and straight up asks you why you did it. Your attempt at being obvious has failed.
It’s not that he doesn’t like you, he simply just can’t believe it.
Chongyun
just dies. pray for him.
A bit like Bennet but more of a “!!!!!!” reaction and immediately goes red without any prompting.
Has to turn away and calm himself though you can still see his red ears.
You ask him a moment later if he’s okay
“F-F-Fine! I’m…extremely pleased!” Then turns around when he realizes what he said and waves his hands to try and explain. “I-I mean, you don’t have to do it again! I’m just–”
Decides shutting up would be a better option and keeps his mouth closed while his eyes are tacked on to the ground.
Dainsleif
At the first touch of your lips, not even 1 second in he recoils his head back and looks at you with eyes that are a fraction wider
It makes you think that he didn’t like it, since his averse reaction was so fast.
In reality he just doesn’t wanna cross a line that the two of you can’t undo but you take it the wrong way and apologize to him.
He snatches your wrist in a split second, “Don’t apologize. I just…” his eyes wander over to your lips and you see him gulp.
“I just want to make sure this is what you really want…” he says this while learning forward, just waiting for you to be the one to connect the two of you again.
Diluc
Does not even realize that the moment you lean in he ALSO leans forward and welcomes your lips.
Also does not realize that his hand has comfortably placed itself on your hip.
Kiss lasts longer than you intended and when the two of you finally pull back there’s astonishment in his eyes, but the good kind. The type where he’s taken aback by how good and right that felt.
He doesn’t withdraw his hand on your hip but he does cough into his hand and avert his eyes for a moment.
“…That was…rather unexpected…No, I’m not displeased at all…” he explains himself, gets the courage to finally look at you again and breathes out a question, his lips look more luscious than usual but so do yours, in his perspective “May I…once again?”
Gorou
Tail freezes, ears perk up.
His eyes don’t even close and he’s stunned, hand half up about to cover his lips but he seemed to have malfunctioned.
“Y-Y-Y-You can’t just–!!”
There’s so many random things running through his mind:
Did you eat dango for a snack? Cause your lips sure tasted sweet.
How are they so soft? Sure he’s stared at you a couple of times but he didn’t think your lips would be THAT soft.
How is he still alive? He feels as if he’s been sent to heaven already.
Snaps out of all his thoughts by shaking his head, tries to keep a straight face. “W-Warn me next time!”
but his tail is uncontrollably wagging.
Itto
Possibly the one with the most wide-eyed and dumbfounded reaction.
Speechless but savors the taste of your lips.
When he finally comprehends what happens (took you some hand waving in front of his face), he grabs you by the waist and pulls you in for another one. Head dipping confidently, no questions asked and just goes for it.
“W-Wow! Uh…I mean! Didn’t know you were such a good kisser! W-Well. Actually! I can’t really be sure, we gotta try that again and see!”
Eager and oh so ready. Like he found a new hobby.
Will pounce on you if he has the chance.
Kaeya
Sees it coming before it even happens and welcomes it. It’s like he was practicing for it his whole life.
Immediately has his hand pressed against the back of your head to deepen the kiss and lean closer to you.
It definitely lasts for longer than you thought it would.
He pulls back with a grin but doesn’t let you go.
His whisper sends shivers down your spine and he runs a finger under your chin to tip it up “You know this isn’t going to end with just one, right?”
Also the type that would pull you by the waist and he would fall back in bed while you topple on top of him.
Kazuha
It all seems so natural with this guy.
When he sees you coming in his hand rests on your cheek automatically and he receives the kiss gracefully.
The kiss doesn’t deepen, but you feel that he has urged you to lengthen it a little.
When the two of you pull apart it’s not a sudden jerk back, it’s a slow and only slight slide away.
He’s looking at you as if he’s seen the stars in the night sky for the very first time.
He doesn’t utter a word, but his look says it all and he dips down again for another kiss, just assuming that you’re alright with it.
Razor
Blinks. Processes. Blushes
Shy smile on his face but he’s a simple person who communicates better with actions so he kind of understands your intentions.
He moves forward to give you a quick peck on the cheek (that’s the only thing he’s brave enough for) as if returning the favor
then he turns around and pretends to be busy doing his own thing when in truth he has a flustered face on and is just trying to hide his giddiness from you.
Scaramouche
Grabs your wrists, both of them, and demands an answer. “The hell do you think you’re doing?”
He’s not scowling, but there’s a glare on his face and yet there’s a subtle shyness to it. Like you’ve offended him but he doesn’t want to show it.
“If you’re going to do that, you have to do it properly, you dumbass,”
Pulls on one of your wrists so that you’re nearly crashing towards him (just the way he likes it) and clumsily wraps his arms around you and kisses you.
He pretends he knows what he’s doing but has no idea and it’s probably also his first kiss.
Tartaglia
The one that chases after your lips with a laugh.
You kiss, you pull away, but his lips are following yours as you pull backward and it’s just so funny that the two of you can’t help but giggle.
But he always gets what he wants so he cups your face in his hands and gives you a proper kiss.
“Should’ve done it earlier, it’s hard just being your friend,” winks
Also one who will ask for another, and then another, and then another so you’ve gotta have your boundaries set, he’s so good at begging for more kisses too.
If he’s not satisfied and wants more, is also the type to trap you against a wall until you give him another.
Thoma
Has a gasp caught in his throat.
instinctively has his fingers on his lips
“Y/N was that…intentional?”
eyes wide in pleasant surprise and when you nod your head he breaks into a small charming laugh.
“I’m sorry, I made you wait. I’m a little embarrassed that you made the first move but…”
There’s a glow on his face and an unparalleled gentleness in his eyes when he brushes his thumb across your cheek.
“this time, let me do it,” as he leans in for a fireworks behind your eyes kiss.
Venti
Blinks. Is surprised only for a split second then laughs.
“Ahhh so that’s why you’re so jittery today!”
Would wrap his arms around your waist and pull you on his lap.
“No need to be nervous kitten, I’ve been waiting a while too. Come on, just one won’t do!”
Ridiculously giddy and doesn’t hide it. Like a child who has found a new candy store.
At some point he will remind you that you were the one who made the first move. It’ll probably be one of his most favourite stories to tell.
Xiao
You caught him by surprise.
He holds your hand but turns his head away to look at something else, trying to keep his blush covered.
You keep moving to the side he’s turned to only for him to swing his head the opposite direction when you do so, still trying to hide.
“Quit–Quit moving around! I just–” growls under his breath that you won’t let him have his moment in peace.
Suddenly grabs you to plant a clumsy kiss on your lips again.
Then becomes embarrassed all over again.
Xingqiu
Surprised, but kind of in a neutral way.
He’s always liked you and is comfortable with you so he’s delighted, but also outwardly calm about it.
“Hm…Shame. That was a little too quick,”
Inwardly he might be freaking out a little bit.
“I’m…not all that knowledgeable when it comes to these things. But I can assure you that I enjoyed it,”
Tugs at your hand to “hint” that he’d like to try again but probably will have a hard time conveying that he wants to try again using his words.
Zhongli
His lips part a little when it happens and he regains composure fairly quickly.
“Hm…” Will close his eyes to think about it but will also beckon you closer with an upward flick of his hand.
Takes your hand and kisses the back of it. It’s tender and patient and he looks up at you while he does so.
“There’s no hurry…I’m the type of person who…” trails his hand up your arm, to your shoulder and traces your jawline. “Likes to savour things…”
His voice has the ability to make you tremble with some sort of excitement. “Now then…Let’s try that again,”
Woo hello guys, basically i am trying to revive this mf blog lmao
I am going to check up on it more often and stuff too!
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OK SOOOOOOOO I just wrote this on a whim because I made this post on my other blog and couldn’t get the idea outta my head. will I write more of this in the future? WHO KNOWS,,, I haven’t been able to write much because I have to write academic stuff (booooo) instead of writing fanfics (YAYYYYY)
anyway here, I hope u enjoy whatever this is!! my april fools prank on u guys is to post this and then forget abt it,, jkjk I might actually complete this if I feel like it (please read the other post for context first!)
I’m in a little bit of an angsty mood tonight because I was listening to this, so I just wanna dump it here to think abt:
imagine childe’s pov when reader chooses diluc over him.
he knows, he knows full well that he deserves it— yet it still hurts like a fresh wound when you finally say it aloud. childe can’t even bring himself to cry, because he thinks he doesn’t deserve the right to grieve over something he let slip out of his grasp so carelessly. part of him wants to be angry, to lash out at diluc, but he knows that diluc is logically the better choice. he can provide safety, stability— everything that childe doesn’t have.
and it hurts even more if you think about how childe accepts his losses with grace if the competition is fair and there’s no trickery involved. if diluc ragnvindr won your heart fair and square, then there’s no reason for him to challenge that truth; it’s something that the harbinger will have to live with for the rest of his life. everything he worked and fought for is finally over.
but a small part of him still wonders; it’s over, yet can’t he move on?
Yandere that truly loves you and is willing to destroy anything and anyone to ensure your health and happiness >>>>>>>> yandere that breaks your mind for the fun of it
Basically mei raiden’s quote “if saving you is a sin I will gladly become a sinner” to kiana kaslana.
A/N: this is my first time writing in hc style and writing for childe and zhongli at all. i hope i did a good job! school keeps me busy, so this is actually an old piece that was meant to be part of something bigger lol,, figured i should post it since it’s been so long. please enjoy! :)
warnings: none
SFW
word count: 1.7k
How they show their love.
Childe
Ever since he was young, Childe’s life has been centered around fighting and improving his skills in battle. There was no time left for him to think about dating and such, so when you walked into his life it was completely unexpected. It was a surprise, yes, but a warmly welcomed one. Childe knew the moment he met you that there was something special between the two of you.
Childe is a family man with a painfully obvious soft spot for the people he loves. Whether it’s recounting the thrilling tales of his travels in a letter, paired with crates of foreign snacks and toys for his siblings back home in Snezhnaya, or hiding the darker side of himself from younger brother, Childe is always thinking about how he can make the people he loves happy. Even if the 11th Harbinger’s methods aren’t always commendable, he’s acting in what he believes to be the best interest of his family—and this includes you, as well. At first, Childe would probably treat you similarly to Teucer, trying to hide the Fatui side of himself and only show you the seemingly innocent, carefree boy that he initially appears to be.
Since you’re most likely his first romantic partner, Childe hasn’t had much experience with expressing his love. It’s there, for sure, but the only way he’s shown it in the past is through caring for his siblings. Using that experience as a basis, he shows his love through helping you with chores and making dinner for the two of you. Childe has a lot of energy, so he doesn’t mind spending some of it to clean your apartment or run a few errands. He wants to relieve your stress as much as possible and keep that cute smile on your face at all times! While he’s out, he might also buy you a gift or two if he thinks you’ll like it—he certainly has the money to spare. It’ll make his day if he can catch you off-guard by sneaking up behind you and trapping you in a bear hug. The laugh you let out is like an angel’s song, only triumphed by the kiss you give him as a ‘thanks’ for the presents.
Childe takes his promises seriously. He vows to keep the promise, no matter how impossible it may seem. Anything you ask of him, consider it done. He has the raw power and status to get you anything you want, no matter how big or small. You needed to buy some medicine from Bubu Pharmacy today? Consider it done already. Childe caught your eyes lingering on an outfit displayed outside a merchant’s stall? It’s yours. Some dude gave you a hard time on your way home? You’ll never have to worry about him again. Childe would even steal the sun from the sky if you so much as complained about the heat.
Your relationship makes the 11th Harbinger really happy, but the longer it goes on, the harder it becomes for him to conceal his crazier, bloodthirsty side from you. It’s simply an undeniable part of who Childe is. You’ll know that you have Childe’s complete trust when he allows you to see his battle-hungry nature—when he doesn’t feel the need to hide who he is from you anymore. Please, don’t be afraid of him or treat him any differently than usual. Although he may not be as innocent as he wanted you to believe, the goofy, childlike part of him is still completely authentic. The cherry on top would be if you sparred with him. Regardless of your skill level, Childe will go easy on you (but he probably won’t let you win).
Zhongli
It is inevitable that Zhongli has felt some form of love throughout the thousands of years he’s spent in Teyvat, but he has remained alone for the most recent ones. Preoccupied with guiding his nation, romantic love has not been something on his mind whatsoever. Once he stepped down from his position as the Geo Archon, however, Zhongli found himself with quite a lot of time on his hands. You entered his life at such a perfect time that he couldn’t help but wonder if Celestia had sent you on purpose.
Money has never been a concern of Zhongli’s as people usually paid on his behalf. With you, however, Zhongli wants to be a gentleman, so he’ll pay for you when he can. Zhongli is chronically broke, so that doesn’t actually happen very often. He makes up for the lack of gifts and paid-for dates with his stories! Physical gifts don’t hold as much value as memories do in his eyes, so your time together is often spent sharing random trivia and stories. Zhongli loves seeing you smile while listening to him talk—whether he’s sharing facts about the best environment for various flora or one of his many stories from the Archon War, it makes him exceptionally happy to see you engaging with him.
Although most people think Zhongli is knowledgeable on every subject, this is not exactly the case. With time, human emotions have become somewhat foreign to the retired Geo Archon. It’s not that Zhongli is clueless about them, but his naturally courteous disposition keeps him away from their more complex emotions. He charms nearly everyone he interacts with, so he’s never on the receiving end of an argument (and people know there’s no reason to argue since Zhongli would most likely win anyways). If you become upset with him, he probably won’t understand why at first, and his obliviousness would make you even more frustrated. It might take a little bit of time for Zhongli to understand where he’s lacking, so just be patient with him—he’ll try his best to readjust to human emotions and understand yours properly.
One of Zhongli’s favorite things to do with you is walk around Liyue. Yes, it’s relatively simple and may not be the most romantic thing you can think of, but it’s something Zhongli really treasures doing with you. He loves browsing the merchant stands during the day, and watching the lively harbor during the night, and revisiting the abandoned ruins that have deep history with his own past, and he loves doing it all with you by his side. Sharing his past with you is important to Zhongli, but he finds himself even happier creating new memories with you in the present.
Rex Lapis goes by many names, but his most prominent title is the God of Contracts. Zhongli created contracts to govern the people of Liyue and provide stability for the nation; contracts are what allow Liyue’s commerce to flourish in the first place. There are only two things spared from the supreme authority of these contracts: relationships and emotions. Such concepts cannot be defined by contracts. When Zhongli allows himself to abandon the rule of equivalent exchange—a rule he has enforced and followed for thousands of years—it is his ultimate display of love for you. When he is able to completely give himself to you, regardless of what you offer in return, you know Zhongli is absolutely smitten.
Xiao
Love is a very new, very strange thing to Xiao. He hasn’t felt love for someone in thousands of years—if ever—so he’s rather hesitant when it comes to expressing his feelings. It takes a lot of time and patience to let Xiao adjust to your relationship; this is all new territory for him, especially after centuries of closing his heart off from everyone and everything. You are someone he cherishes greatly if he is willing to accept your feelings and openly return them.
Xiao is extremely protective of you because keeping you safe from harm is the only thing he’s confident in himself to do. He knows how to treat himself like a weapon, but can’t make sense of “human emotions” or comfort you in the ways he’d like to. Xiao feels guilty and incompetent over his lack of human understanding sometimes, so make sure you reassure him often. It’s up to you to help him understand your feelings better, along with his own.
Since the only physical contact Xiao’s experienced for years is violence, he’s definitely awkward when it comes to touching you. It takes a while for him to warm up to your touch, but once he does, he finds himself craving it more and more each time. When you intertwine your fingers, leaving no space between your palm and his, or gently cup his cheek with your hand and stroke the side of his face, Xiao feels the weight of his karmic debt lessen. After being with you for some time, he can’t help but seek out your touch more frequently, and may even initiate it first.
When the two of you spend time together, it’s always at the Wangshu Inn since it’s the only place near humans that Xiao feels comfortable—though, he still stays out of their sight most of the time. He feels you’ll become bored if you only spend time with him on the Inn’s balcony, so once he trusts you enough, he allows you to drag take him into Liyue Harbor and other urban places on dates. The first time you went out to Liyue Harbor together, Xiao was extremely tense and loomed behind you the entire time. None of the usually friendly merchants greeted you when you walked by—they were all too frightened by your bodyguard’s threatening expression. After a few more trips, Xiao loosened up (to some extent) on these dates and even began commenting on the “useless objects” being sold by vendors. Xiao admittedly enjoyed himself on these outings, but still preferred the dates you spent out in Liyue’s meadows a bit more.
The way you’ll really know you have the Yaksha’s heart, however, is when he begins to show his vulnerable side to you. Xiao does everything in his power to keep you away from the most negative parts of himself, he would rather you didn’t see him bearing the price of his past. He knows his corruption is ugly and leaves him in a much more frightening state than you’re used to. He wants to leave you out of his responsibilities, so when Xiao appears in front of you, desperate for your comfort during an especially bad attack, it is his indirect way of telling you, “I trust you more than anyone else.” He trusts you enough to involve you in what is his burden alone, so make sure you stay by his side for as long as he needs. You are the only thing that can free Xiao from his perpetual fight against himself.
10:12PMldon’t you know in your heart is a powerto change everything?
you used to swat his touch away without thinking about it. a hand on your shoulder, an arm around your waist, any inkling of childeattempting to cozy up to you was immediately ignored.
and despite the title that loomed over his head, or the knowledge of his power that stuck itself in yours, it would only delight him. the man known to kill without a second thought would merely tilt back his head and let out a hearty laugh, as if your rejection was the most charming thing.
“do you trust me?” he’d ask, hand outstretched obnoxiously.
i don’t trust you because i know you, you had always thought. though, he never really needed to hear it to know the reason behind your coldness.
“not particularly.” you’d reply, lips turning up with the ghost of a smile.
because while your feelings towards him have always been quite clear, you are bound to him by contract – a spy and a harbinger, brought together by nothing more than the duties that plague you. your relationship is a convenience moved by the tsaritsa’s will alone.
but, playing such a role requires it, trust. you’ve always liked to think that childe understands this as well as you do. that being truly close to him is not something that aligns with your interests.
hence, you thought you would be happy when he finally forced himself away from you. you thought that a bit of space was all you needed to calm the incessant burning in your chest, something you’d assumed was annoyance.
yet, instead of your heart forgetting the stimulation, it grew restless.
perhaps that’s what pushed you to make exceptions you shouldn’t have. drunk on backfiring change, an eager heart had persuaded you beyond points you had planned to explore, to a point you were always forbidden to know.
you still pushed away childe’s hands and friendly words with ease, but your personal turmoils made the moments you were forced to act more real.
“may i?”
in that snezhnayan town square, he had extended his arm to you. an invitation you could only stare at, wondering which persona of yours would fight its way to the surface first.
“it would be my pleasure.” you respond, lips curling into a dainty smile that poked at your already softening resolve.
you were contracted to act like this. you were contacted to look enamoured with the tall man in front of you, so long as other eyes are on you. but it was the public’s trust you needed to gain, so why did it seem like his was beginning to mean more?
you had no choice but to look a bit deeper into the man’s adoring eyes, into the look that despite the man’s personal convictions, was supposedly only a show.
and as your heart finally began to still, you were thrown further from the tsaritsa’s path than you had ever intended.
sometimes, you wonder what happened to that fearless and daring person you had once been. you had successfully stared your future in the eyes many times, calm all the while, as if there wasn’t a worse punishment than pretending to be in love with someone you were trying so hard to avoid.
i’ve become weak, you think, as you eye childe’s outstretched hand.
“do you trust me?” he asks, grin wide.
because you are no longer in a position where you will deny yourself the things you want, you take it. you take his hand and even though it’s not the first time his fingers have locked with yours, or you’ve felt your heart jump at the trace of contact, you smile.
♡ When everything you know is shrouded in light, it’s often hard to remember to peek into the darkness. Your family has long since been a part of those who avoid it, choosing to hide comfortably amongst the high ranks of Mondstadt’s nobility. Your father, the King, has fought hard to keep it that way, especially following the Queen’s unfortunate death. However, with a sudden push from the Fatui, certain old wounds are quickly reopened.
It’s why upon tragedy striking, you aren’t alone in the assumption that the foreign nation is to blame. But when unseen circumstances quickly push the question of the culprit’s identity over to you, you find that the situation is much deeper than meets the eye. Between the mysterious nature of an unknown killer, familial doubts, and the 11th Harbinger launching himself into the scene by making an attempt on your life, you think you’re completely in over your head.
Even if Childe claims you have the picture all wrong.
And so, in a gruesome twist of events, you’re faced with a choice – trust Childe’s convenient involvement and get to the bottom of everything together, or risk becoming victims yourselves.
♡ warnings: mentions of death + father issues
♡ word count: 6.08k
The purpose of your detour was not lost on you, truly – but, Diluc should have known better than to suggest that the glaring displeasure you hold for your father will ever be anything but potent. Such a record can’t be easily forgotten, and you’re reminded of the same foul feelings the very moment you step into the castle again, when a travelling troupe sweeps right by you.
You wave to the friendly ringleader that side-steps you, but you can’t help the way your smile drops at their departing backs. Their presence can only mean the preparation of the yearly celebration of Ludi Harpastum. A bitter feeling manifests in your chest as you watch them depart.
Sooner or later, you’ll need to begin thinking about making preparations yourself, but the timing is oddly cruel. The sister celebrations themselves are still two months away, and the subtle reminder is almost insulting – it’s as if someone has thrown a time bomb at you, giving you the honour of watching it tick and tick and tick, until you’re reminded of the event you too can’t bear to postpone.
It’s what sends you to the king’s office, barging in without so much as a knock. If your father wants to try and stop you from fixing things yourself, fine. If he wants to hide behind his claims of business and responsibility, so be it – but you won’t let his fear take the memory of your mother away from you.
He looks up immediately. You take great pleasure in the surprise that passes over his features in the split second it takes him to recognise your face. But, the king doesn’t even attempt to comment as you come forwards, leaving the large door slightly ajar in your wake.
“Good afternoon.” You comment idly, slipping into one of the chairs in front of his desk. A thick silence permeates the air as your father acknowledges you with an empty gaze
“___,” His weary tone of voice warns you, though there is a noticeable layer of uncertainty – has he done enough to be unsure of what you find issue with?
“Choose your next words carefully.” He says.
“…I was targeted and left in hospice for a week, if you haven’t already forgotten.” You take in a breath, purposefully avoiding his gaze as an unsteady finger points to your covered neck. Diluc had ingeniously suggested patching it up again, knowing that this time, you would have no choice but to accept.
Having such a physical piece of evidence surrounding the event your father had left you to handle alone, you would rather bet on the slim chance that it will glean a drop of sympathy from him; or, more importantly, an explanation of some kind.
“But, I’m told you had more concerning matters to deal with.”
Letting your hand drop again, you frown.
“Master Diluc informed me that you neglected to visit, even once.” You point out quietly, hating the way your voice trembles. “I just– I’m not sure what to think. Why? Where were you?”
Your father goes silent.
“If something had happened to me, would you have just tacked my name next to my mother’s and let the people of Mondstadt honour me for you?”
Hurt flashes across his face, perhaps the most emotion you’d seen from him in ages. When he doesn’t answer you press on quietly,“…Can’t you at least give me some kind of explanation?”
“…You must understand. ___, someone was killed this morning.” Your father mumbles, thick brows twitching with a foreign sense of defeat. “I’m afraid to do much.”
A barrage of feelings crash into your chest. At first, you assume that he’s merely trying to change the subject, but slowly, the rest of his sentence reaches you.
In an instant, your chest curls in on itself. The familiar deep-rooted feeling of shame cracks through your ribs, begging to sprout from the cage of bone you’ve long since confined it to. It blocks you from the world with a vengeance. You’d been so selfish that you’d barely even considered how life had continued on without you.
He reassures you quietly, unaware of the struggle you fight within your own head. “I left you alone only because you would be better protected there.”
Unable to help the frown that slips onto your features, you deflate slightly in your chair. Your heart beats wildly at the words you know are a lie – the nuns are as helpless as any citizen in the event of a threat. But you don’t bother to correct him anymore.
“…Who?” You ask softly.
He fixes you with an unconvinced look, taking in your slouch and dressed neck. You hadn’t gotten the opportunity to look in the mirror since waking up in the infirmary, but you can only imagine your appearance would be enough to shock any other noble sharing your name into their own room in hospice.
But, the king looks at you in an odd way for a moment. Something in you wavers as he releases a breath, accepting whatever judgement he had just come to the conclusion of.
“The harbinger contacted a lawyer from Snezhnaya, to help with the case proceedings.” A shallow laugh leaves the man. “Something about missing out on a home court advantage.”
You let out a helpless sigh. How predictable of an order.
“But, that lawyer was found on the brink of death outside of his jail cell this morning.”
You hesitate. “How were they…?”
“She was killed in the same way my chamberlain was.” He admits. “But, I don’t know if the culprit is the harbinger locked up right now, it’s too soon to tell.”
As silence begins to sink in between you, you sigh. “…I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions so easily. You know, it’s just, with what happened to Mom—“
“She would be happy to know history didn’t repeat itself.” Your father interrupts you, and suddenly reminded of who you’re talking to, you revert to a nod.
“Yeah.” You breathe, chest tightening. “Right.”
Her sense of trust had gotten her killed, but first and foremost, your mother’s life was stolen from her in almost the same circumstances you almost lost yours. An intruder had snuck in almost expertly. Though, unlike Childe, they had wasted no time in making their decision.
For weeks, the culprit was unknown, until it was discovered that a maid had cleverly devised a way into the royal bedchambers one night. The motive is thought to be a robbery gone wrong, seeing as the young woman was discovered to be dressed in your mother’s jewellery upon capture.
You suspect the reason your father refuses to acknowledge it is because he feels some sort of blame — after all, it has been his decision to send the queen to bed early that night. Your mother had been a capable woman, ruling her country and raising her child with the same beaten hands. A break was only what the woman deserved.
The maid originally took advantage of the odd night only to attempt stealing a few necklaces. But, it was just by some count of misfortune that your mother had stirred mistakenly, causing the anxious young woman to pull a knife.
Despite the holes that litter the story due to reiteration, the detail that remains in each is the fact that the queen had simply been dreadfully unlucky. Still, you had always found the sequence of events strange — especially seeing as your mother wasn’t the biggest collector of jewellery anyway. You’d always noticed that everything she owned was well worn, though of course, you had little sense of value then.
“Well, let me remind you:” Your father brings you out of your thoughts, breaking the tense atmosphere. “Times are changing, and the last thing I need is for you to be caught up in something you shouldn’t be. I told you that I would arrange for investigators, and… I’m in the midst of it. I promise.”
You nod, chest tightening. I know better than to trust that.
Pulling the large mahogany door shut behind you as you depart, you rest your hands on the wood for only a moment. Your body is taut with shame still, so you attempt to shake some feeling back into your limbs. But, faint voices come into earshot exceptionally fast. When you turn your head, you realise it’s only a pair of maids, headed in your direction with a tray of food and linen respectively.
Their chatter is indistinct even as they draw closer, and begrudgingly, you hide your face in the door so as to not reveal yourself. Most maids harbour only the best intentions, however, you’d rather not have your appearance outside the king’s office become a high topic of gossip.
“I keep dropping these off to the prisoner in the dungeon,” An older voice sounds as they pass behind you, the slight shifting of metal indicating a gesture with the tray of food. “But they’re always still completely full when I pick them up again.”
“…Well, I probably wouldn’t be very hungry after this morning if I were him.”
The prisoner? You wrack your brain for a moment, and frown once you realise who they must be chatting about. You’d heard that the Harbinger was jailed when you spoke to Diluc, but hearing about the situation from someone outside of that scope of importance only reminds you how big the situation has grown.
When you turn your head, they’ve already almost disappeared. But, you have the sudden incessant urge to go after them and ask for more information, namely the things your father avoids providing, but sense of duty be damned – your fear stops you first.
You’re not sure you want to face the harbinger just yet.
Habitually, you briefly consider contacting Diluc — the idea of having a friend at your side makes the entire process seem much less daunting. Yet, you hesitate. You’d already taken up so much of his time, you’d feel bad requesting his attention for any longer.
Though, mainly, you’re having an admittedly hard time scrubbing the look he’d given you this morning from your mind. It’s not unusual to see Diluc being exceptionally caring with you, as he knows as well as you do that he is the only person you will let pick up such a role. And yet, something had been innately different. The nature of his gaze, you still can’t quite place it in a way you can understand.
But the quickly fading sound of footsteps pulls you out of your troubles. Whether or not you’re comfortable or ready, there are decisions you will have to make eventually — it’s only a matter of when.
Cursing bitterly beneath your breath, you pivot for a moment before jogging slightly to catch up to the pair. They don’t notice you until you’re beside the one carrying a tray of food, and your face has been painted into a clear smile.
“Hello! Can I stop you two for a second?”
You make yourself known with the easygoing personality that most of the castle staff are more accustomed to, despite the way your nervous heart thumps wildly. Before the chamberlain’s death, it had been simple to fall into the familiar personality. Yet, now, you can barely fathom letting your guard down within the castle’s walls.
The older of the pair regards you familiarly, and half heartedly, you realise that it’s the same maid you had spoken with in the library the night you’d been attacked.
Her eyes wrinkle into a friendly smile as she greets,
“Hello, my lady.” The deep green of her eyes moves over your neck, silently observing. “I was deeply saddened to hear of what happened to you, are you doing alright?”
Bristling slightly, you nod.
“Yes, of course, thank you.” You assure her in a delicate voice, one that she waits patiently at the sound of. Something seems to click in her mind as you gesture to the tray of food in her hands.
It is a singular portion, covered by a silver dome lid — obviously not meant for anyone of importance due to its condition, and very likely going to the man that had tried to kill you only nights ago.
“So, could I… maybe take that off your hands?” You smile slightly, an awkward laugh leaving your lips. “I’m sorry to inconvenience you, but I just recently woke up from the state my injury put me in. I haven’t had real food in about a week.”
Not a lie, technically.
The other younger maid is the first to answer.
“Your highness, this food is certainly not the standard you’re looking for.” She frowns. “Would you like me to make a trip to the kitchens for you?”
“Ah,” You feel yourself go pale as you shake your head. “No, no, that’s alright. I’m not feeling especially picky in a situation like this.”
The maid seems like she wants to say more, but hesitates. In the meantime, the older woman’s gaze turns contemplative.
“…Here, my lady. Take it.” She offers the tray to you, and you can’t help the surprise that permeates your expression. “I can easily fetch another, please go on.”
The thinly-veiled knowing tone should catch you off guard, but at the moment, you’re too relieved your plan had worked to comment. You sigh out your thanks. When you take the tray from her, you know you don’t have any time to waste – so, despite its surprisingly heavy weight, you walk off with it regardless.
It’s strange, the feeling you get when you begin to walk away. You feel like you could easily take on Childe if he suddenly appeared in front of you, and yet, in the same breath, you still realise that you’re terrified of him — it’s a cruel swirl of emotions that messes with your thoughts.
Clearing your throat uselessly, you methodically count your strides with each breath. The sensation of blood rushing into your ears nearly blocks your senses entirely, but you continue on to gain some semblance of control over your pounding heart, if nothing else.
You hate to admit them, your weaknesses. You were raised learning that things such as fear are only hindrances, something that doesn’t deserve your acknowledgement or time. But, you are human, after all – fear is an inevitable experience. You can push away things that you don’t want to face, and avoid those who care a little too much, but you need them. You need them both to be human.
Diluc alone is proof of that. The way you feel when you’re with him, you halfheartedly wonder if that’s how normal people feel all the time. The situation now only proves how deeply your views have cut, and how utterly unable you’re able to deal with the things you dislike.
Your breathing comes out unsteady as you turn your head. The dungeon you’re looking for is extremely close, only a mere few turns away, but still you hesitate. The rational part of you tells you to ignore your nerves, because Childe has lost to you, and he does not deserve to be feared. But, the other is wary of seeing the same wicked curiosity in the man’s sapphire eyes once again.
“…I already got this.” You whisper, reminding yourself of the tray in your hands with a shallow breath. “I can’t back out now.”
In truth, you probably couldjust eat whatever the maid had been ordered to deliver to him. But, that’s another issue entirely; every bite taken would likely only remind you of what you’d chickened out of. If you were reallycommitted to figuring out how to stop these murders from happening again, you would need to gain the courage necessary to face the man that had almost killed you eventually. It would only be hypocritical to avoid the situation now.
It’s why you find yourself meandering down the hallway that leads to the holding cell you’re looking for a few minutes later – because for all of your shortcomings, you will never let yourself handle this issue worse than your father.
There are multiple dungeons that sit hidden around the castle, varying greatly depending on who they’re designed to hold. Crime has always been a fluctuating statistic in Mondstadt, and those before you had been sure to equip you with the resources necessary to keep any potential threats contained.
The ladder in which you determine where someone will go is fairly simple, and the places that the Harbinger could be are naturally at the top of that spectrum – the best of the best guard those doors in locations that are seemingly random, in completely ordinary spaces only to stave off any curious eyes.
For this reason, they’re among the least used of the holding cells.
The one you think of is notably guarded by two knights. Though as a whole, the sight isn’t necessarily unusual, as most doors here and there have some sort of post stationed nearby either way. You only figure it’s the right dungeon because the door is at the end of a long hall, not to mention that the pair of maids had been headed in this direction. But, you can only make your decision quickly and find out.
Begrudgingly, you take a look down at your clothes that aren’t those of a maid, and choose to settle for fashioning your hair to cover your face slightly – every bit of obscurity will help, you think, as you come upon the knights. And despite the urgency you possess, you’re already beginning to regret your decision. Perhaps going out of your way to lie and take the harbinger his meal wasn’t the best idea? After all, the metal platter in your hand is already starting to show its weight.
Though, you have no choice but to go through with your rushed plan when the knights guarding the narrow hall finally notice you. Holding your breath under their immediate scrutiny, you nearly come to a full stop in front of them. But, the two pairs of eyes that meet yours almost unwillingly are silent as they gesture for you to continue ahead.
You’d initially covered your face hastily in anticipation of being recognised, though you aren’t yet sure whether you can accept this strange alternative. Your stomach curdles. All that keeps you walking is merely the possibility of being stopped, so, quickly, you take the hint and pray that their silence is a good thing.
You release a bated breath once you finally reach the unmarked door at the end of the hall.
Surely, you’ve thought this through enough? The arm that holds the platter aches, and for a moment, the weight of your situation strikes you once again. Lip curling, you anxiously try to bat away the sensation that nibbles at what little resolve you’d managed to build. Though, for a weak moment, you do consider it – turning back, forgetting that you’d ever made this rash decision. That you’d been brazen enough to think you could succeed when someone had been in your shoes only hours ago, and had paid for it.
Anyone with sense would be able to tell you that you may be mere steps away from making a grave mistake.
But, your pride has always been stronger than your sense of fear. Facing Childe is something only you can do. Finding the culprit behind these murders is something only you can do, and he may be the only one who can give you the information necessary to do it. It’s for that ironically sympathetic reason that you let your pride win.
When the final moment for someone to intercept you passes peacefully, your clammy hand that grasps the door handle twists. A shrill, damp smell hits you like a wall. The scene that meets you is exceptionally dreary, and suspiciously dark for a time where the sun is at its highest – however, there is somehow no sign of light in the small staircase, so you chalk it up to the rainstorm’s doing.
Your heart skips in a nervous rhythm as you descend the cobblestone stairs cautiously, nudging the door shut in your wake. A terribly simple room unfolds as you take the last steps in – all one shade of brown stone, with the barest of furniture adorning the empty side of the space. And, just as you’d predicted, the amount of light in the pathetic room is small. It leaves most of the space to an assortment of old lamps.
With a small smile, you surmise that it’s only what Childe deserves.
Though, the holding cell opposite everything else is larger than you’d expected. It even falls back into the dark, where you suspect more traditional prison commodities are present. Shifting your weight onto one side, you pointedly ignore the large holding cell opposite the stairs and search for a surface to dump the platter onto. Despite any physical prowess you may have, you regard the pain in your arms bitterly.
You would really rather not acknowledge whoever is behind bars, but alas, it’s what you’ve come all this way for. So, you turn around begrudgingly, leaning forward slightly to let your eyes adjust to the darkness.
For a moment, you truly can’t see a thing. Only the prisoner’s silhouette is visible, and even as you squint, it’s hard to make out distinct features. It’s easy to grumble internally at the embarrassing situation, but all thoughts abruptly cease once you’re able to see properly.
It’s not one silhouette behind the bars, it’s two.
Your blood runs cold as you consider for a moment, had you assumed Childe’s location too quickly? Biting back a curse, your face twitches with regret. If you’d guessed wrong, then who’s cell have you just walked into?
“Ah,” An unfamiliar voice rings out, and the shorter of the two silhouettes suddenly stands up straight. They hold a box in their hand as they do so. “Where’s Christina? Are you delivering the meal today in her place?”
Dully, you register the man’s words. There’s two of them.
Christina is the name of the older maid you’d taken the platter from, expectedly familiar to whoever sits behind the bars now. The most rational conclusion you can manage is that you’d simply just taken the liberty of assuming the prisoner she mentioned was the one you were looking for – but, what does such an assumption mean for you?
If anything, you must have made a wrong judgement somewhere. Perhaps the situation is fortunate, though – with this innocent mix-up, you have the perfect opportunity to turn back and gather yourself for the time you actually manage to find Childe.
“…Yes. She was in a hurry, so she passed it off to me.” You nod slowly as your body relaxes, already trying to outline your escape route. First, you turn to the domed platter you’d sat down previously, attempting to determine the procedures that follow. The shiny metal betrays no secrets regarding the matter.
The man doesn’t respond for a short while, perhaps watching you struggle, before kneeling back down to shift his attention elsewhere.
“I see. I’ll be quick then, please don’t wait up for me.” He says.
You don’t respond. In fact, you barely hear his words over your own inner voice, garbling orders to the hesitant hands that hover over the dish. It would only be right to assume that a maid takes care of all somewhat laborious duties – the small details people usually don’t think of, and very things that set the scene for those ahead. Regrettably, though, you have never paid much attention to the people who complete such duties.
With an inward sigh, you press forward and grasp the handle, lifting the tray. Beneath it is a fittingly plain assortment – nothing more than a smaller plate and a sealed drink.
You stare at the food almost longingly. Despite the meat’s sad look and the even less alluring appearance of the vegetables beside it, you feel like you haven’t eaten in ages. Memories of your days in the infirmary come back to you abruptly, though you do your best to brush them away. They won’t serve you in any way here.
You set the tray down with a bated breath, turning around to ask one last thing – “Is there anything else I can do for you?”
Silence answers you, and for a moment, you think you’ve said something wrong.
“No, thank you.” The man says.
Another laugh rings out, clearly belonging to the person below the other. You aren’t sure whether to be relieved or disappointed at the familiar sound.
“Go easy on her, can’t you see she’s new? Let her wait if she wants.”
The jovial tone of the stranger’s voice immediately puts you in a tight spot. Despite any of your previous doubts, you’ve found the right place – and without a doubt, thankfully. It seems your contingency plan is no longer necessary, but even if Childe’s first reaction is to mock you, you find solace in the fact that at least your judgement has proven correct after all.
Now that you know what to look for, the scene unfolds in front of you.
The more polite of the two holds a tin in his hand, marked with a giant red plus, showing his status as a medic. He kneels beside the familiar man sitting on the ground, trying his best to quickly resume tending to the wounds on the prisoner’s face. You can’t help but snicker when you notice Childe’s condition — bruised cheek, a split lip. It seems you’d managed to at least inconvenience him.
“Is there something wrong?” The medic mumbles, eliciting a quiet sound from the man beneath him as your face drops.
“Ah,” You tip your head, looking up in surprise. The dark must obscure your identity more than you’d anticipated. “…No. It’s nothing.“
Before you can think of any way to dig yourself out of the hole you’ve fallen into, the medic silently wraps up his duties. From what you can see, Childe’s respective injuries have all been carefully treated – though truthfully, you don’t get a very good look. The medic rises from the ground with practised grace.
You eye the medic carefully as he fishes through his breast pocket coolly, producing a set of keys to unlock the cell door. Meanwhile, he makes no move to even peek back at the harbinger. He walks away from Childe with an insurmountable amount of trust.
You almost comment on the odd dynamic the two seem to have, but remembering the man’s frosty nature, you think better of itt. Instead, you brace yourself for a scolding of some kind, befit for the new hire he seems to think you are — instead, you’re merely met with a brief heavy hand on your shoulder as he passes.
“He likes to scare people that don’t have their wits about them, but if you work fast, he won’t bother you much. Good luck.”
You aren’t sure whether to take his words as a sign of success or failure, but whatever the case, his warning is much too complicated to properly read into. Especially when so much already occupies your thoughts. Your eyes trail the medic as he walks off without any further explanation, kindly pretending not to notice your ruffled state.
Though, for someone who comes with his own warning, Childe is oddly docile.
“So, you dirtied your hands just to visit me?”
You turn to face him, but when you fail to retort, he continues, “I am honoured, though. Truly.”
He raises a hand in an aimless gesture before leaning back into the stone wall of the holding cell. Childe’s eyes twinkle in the low light even as you remain silent. Though his words are outwardly casual, you have long since become an expert at picking small talk apart; being a member of the royal court has only warranted it.
And it relieves you to no end to see that Childe is just as unsure of your presence as you are his.
The silence is only broken once the medic has ascended the stairs, the slam of the door marking his departure clearly.
“I don’t know what else to say.” Childe remarks honestly. “I didn’t expect this.”
“You could start with an explanation.” You offer, feigning a smile. Your heart beats wildly as you consider the words you’d mentally rehearsed. “Though, for some reason, my intuition tells me you’ve been quiet at every other turn thus far.”
His jaw ticks ever-so slightly as he nods.. “At least your intuition is good for something.”
“…But, there is one thing I am curious about.” You ignore his taunt, eyes drawing back to the uncovered food on the table next to you. Halfheartedly, you pick it up and approach the holding cell. You would leave him to rot in a heartbeat, but no amount of resentment will delude you to taunting him in the same way he does you.
Childe’s eyes are quiet as you kneel to slide the platter into a small gap. He watches you still, even as you retrace your steps to a safe distance.
“What happened should be simple, but you neglected to kill me even though you had ample opportunity. So, answer me honestly. Is this your twisted way of silencing me? Of silencing my investigations that will surely put someone you know behind bars?” You prod him, far past feeling shy now that you have facts behind you.
He seems to think for a moment, eyes elsewhere before he says, “The Fatui aren’t responsible for anything.”
“Why were you in my room that night, then?”
“Have you not considered that silence is just because my pride is just important to me?”
You shake your head. “I’ve seen men like you on their knees in front of the court hundreds of times.” You are unfeeling as you say it, gaze turning to a lit candle across the room. “None of you do it just because you want to save face.”
Diluc had been right. Your theory of Childe being captured on purpose, whether in an attempt to spy or otherwise, doesn’t really make much sense in the grand scheme of things. Of course, there’s also his proclamation of the Fatui’s innocence to worry about, but it could also simply be a lie. Assuming you know who the killer is could be a grave mistake, but what other options do you have?
Childe arches a brow. “Are you implying that there’s more to what I did? Maybe it had nothing to do with my neglect, but my failure instead.”
Your gaze flickers back to his, challenging. You think it’s then when he finally notices the bandages that wrap your neck, remnants of nights past suddenly burning behind the veil of his blue eyes.
“You called the king a fake.” You remark, the words tight in your throat. “I don’t think failure played any part here.”
“But, let’s say you did fail. It still doesn’t explain your appearance in the first place.” When he doesn’t respond, you continue, “Were you telling the truth about not wanting any sort of ransom?”
Childe’s brows twitch in interest.
“…If you won’t answer that – since your capture, have you had any contact with the king?”
Diluc had been gracious enough to inform you of the king’s neglect to visit you, but everything else, that was your father alone — when you were told he was merely busy, that he had assumed leaving you alone was better than risking your life, he’d forgotten that those were only reiterations of the same excuses he’d been giving you all your life.
Because you know better. You’ve alwaysknown better.
Obviously, you don’t want to suggest such a partnership in the first place. However untrustworthy you may find your father, Mondstadt has been actively fighting against the notion of working with Snezhnaya for years. There’s simply no reasonable way to explain such a change in heart. It’s why you feel as though questioning Childe about it may be the only way to gain some sort of understanding.
The harbinger’s face shifts slightly, a foreign sadness passing through his eyes as his adam’s apple bobs. But, it’s gone as quickly as it comes. A heavy sigh echoes through the room, hitting you like a wall once you’ve realised what you said. You ruffle immediately and clear your throat before he can say anything.
“Just avoid him if you can.” He mutters.
Not a suggestion. An order.
“Why?” A simple question, but you hesitate to answer when you notice the remnants of something else in his voice. It’s not quite the sadness you think you’d glimpsed, but it grips onto you like something greater. Suddenly, you can’t help but wonder what he pictures when he thinks of your father – what kind of monster he is in the eyes of the enemy, and if it’s any worse than the monster he is in the eyes of his own daughter.
When you don’t answer, a small smile comes back onto his face.
“Trouble on the inside?”
You shoot him a defeated look, to which he just shrugs.
“You’d be doing yourself a favour by confessing to me, and saving yourself the pain of those who come after me.” You say loosely. “Consider it a debt paid, if that helps.”
Childe lets out a hearty laugh at that.
“I don’t owe anyone anything,” He waves a hand, still holding onto the edges of his laughter. You straighten. “You’re alive, so consider that my gift to you.”
Unimpressed, you sigh. Maybe this is the reason no information has yet surfaced – Childe is unnervingly casual, expertly deflecting each serious topic like a blow against a blade. He seems intent on taking his motives to the grave, or, at least wherever the world chooses to drop him next. You can’t imagine those after you being any more thrilled to deal with him than you are, though.
“Fine. If not to me, then what about your lawyer? Do you owe her nothing as well?”
You haven’t yet attempted to look, but you’re certain that if you squinted, you’d be able to tell just where exactly the attorney’s life had ended. Swallowing a lump, you continue in Childe’s silence. Such damning evidence is not so easily removed.
“I don’t know what your motives for being here are, but I willfigure it out. So, if you don’t want to speak, fine. But know that only means you will owe so much more the next time we meet.”
His voice is unintelligible as he makes yet another snide remark, and the noticeable lack of fire behind the words is like an axe of hope in the stone wall of your heart. For once, it matches his worn appearance.
Then, he shakes his head, “You’re nothing but talk, Your Highness.”
Your stomach drops as he stands. Childe still manages to exude a threatening aura even as his body moves stiffly, kicking his disused joints back into use. You can almost hear it, the phantom hisses and groans of a machine powering back up as he wiggles the sleep out of his fingers. Being held in such a way had no doubt affected him badly.
You keep your gaze on his steadily as he walks to you, holding yours all the same. For a few moments, the only sounds in the dreary room are his soft footsteps and your incessantly climbing heartbeat. But, before you can comment, he stops in front of you, nose mere inches from the bars.
Something desperate deflates in you as he holds up his arms, chains groaning with the movement.
His wrists are bound. Shackled to the wall, he’s unable to reach past the bars – unable to reach where the memories of bloodstains lie beneath your feet.
“I told you then that I haven’t killed anyone, and it’s the truth.”
“But…” Childe trails off, taking a wandering step back as he lifts his hands into a half shrug. “If you think you have everything under control already, feel free to do what you want.”
an. first time writing for genshin just had to do my most famous troupe ;)
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translucent blue eyes watch from a distance, your limbs clings to the sides of your body as the bitter cold settles across mondstat, your skin rises with a chill and as you look at him over your shoulder—albedo feels heat settle in his cheeks amongst another warmth resolving somewhere else.
“my love” albedo whispers, motioning for his feet to move onward towards you, arms wrapping around your body as he lays his chin on your shoulder. “have i ever told you just how beautiful you are?” he murmurs, smiling against your skin when his fingers begin to climb, reaching solace in your breasts, two digits rolling across your clothed nipples.
you could answer but albedo seems to have made the question rhetorical, he feels the hitch in your lungs—that small gasp filtering your chest while he toys with your tits, keeping a steady hand on one breast while the other dwindles down to slip into your bottoms.
“you’re wet, pretty girl. this won’t take long to make you mine” albedo breathes into your skin, laying his tongue flat against exposed flesh as he dips two fingers through your folds, he smiles feeling your back arch against him—the way your cunt clenches around his fingers, juices dripping down to the palm of his hand.
how easily you’re falling apart from two of his fingers, albedo wonders how much you’d cream around his cock and if you could look anymore beautiful, he’d probably cum so much quicker inside you but albedo knows you’d beg for more—just like right now, as he is knuckle deep, curling and pounding into your weeping hole until a sheen wetness covers his fingers.
“so perfect” albedo hums, bringing his fingers up to spread them showing you what you had done to just his measly fingers. heat soaks deep within the apples of your cheeks, albedo seems to find it rather cutely played how coy you can be when you were practically begging for more, “you shouldn’t act so shy, princess. this mess is all for me, hm? so, show me how good i really make you feel on something else—it is all yours afterall.”
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it’s not necessarily foreign to xiao the way his cock twitches at just the sight of your body under him and he’s done this before—or so he thinks he has yet the way your eyes resemble a backwards doe-like look makes him want to buckle under the pressure.
you’re so responsive to his touch, slender fingers diving between your legs while he pumps the two digits so eagerly, lips parted with heated moans brushing past his tongue. “does it feel good?” xiao questions, chest rattling with an uneasy beat—he knows he’s making you feel good you’ve already soaked the sheets beneath you but xiao can’t help but crave to hear it.
xiao wants to be patient with you, devour your body to its full consumption but he’s driving himself insane, almost becoming a mortal being as you wiggle and writhe under him needing more of him and so xiao does indulge into your subtle begs, fisting his cock once more before plunging it into your fluttering hole, the other hand crashing beside your face while xiao rolls his hips.
“tell me what to do—tell me how to fuck you” xiao moans, teeth sinking into his bottom lip when you answer with your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper into a indescribable submerge of bliss. the nerves in his limbs grow numb, your nails digging into his back feel like nothing but solid pleasure driving him to fuck you harder, xiao is almost at a loss of everything until your lips find his and he’s finally landing back upon earth.
you hold his face within your hands, watching unblinking golden orbs fascinate into you, xiao allows a smile to creep along the edges of his lips, “you’re everything i’ve ever wanted.” he keeps his words hushed, a low groan following after the sentence as xiao continues pounding his cock deeper into your pussy—from being clueless about you to needing to know more; xiao had wanted nothing more but pain and solitude but now he can’t even paint the world without you in it.
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zhongli is unphased by almost everything, he seems to find himself locked into another world of some sorts—that is until he watches from a distance how people didn’t know how to keep their hands to themselves, or the way words weren’t filtered as they crept into the shell of your ear.
zhongli soon feels a heat rise to his gut, anger coursing through those stagnant veins, and he could try to deny it—an ache throbbed below his gut. but he tried brushing it off at first—until you were left alone with him and zhongli wanted nothing more than to show you—who exactly you belonged to.
the approached deemed necessary for zhongli to wrap his fingers around your delicate throat pulling you into a sloppy kiss while careful fingers unraveled your clothing, allowing your back to hit the sheets of his bed while he crashed to his knees, eager hands gripping the back of your thighs as zhongli spreads them apart, lingering his gaze from your disheveled face to his glistening pussy.
“they all seem to think you belong to anybody but me” he groans through his teeth, experimentally laying his tongue out flat to slide the warm muscle through your folds, bucking into his face when zhongli shoves two fingers into your clenching hole. “you know i don’t get jealous often, princess. but something about the way they flirt with you makes me want to make you cum so much quicker.”
zhongli groans again as his tongue wraps around your puffy clit, sucking and quickening his pace of his fingers curling deeper into your pussy, thighs trembling around his face gives zhongli the notion that you’ll never cum this quick with anybody else, your moans rupturing from your chest never will sound so self indulgent to not another soul but him.
he takes a second to suck on your clit, bringing your orgasm to the surface and that’s all he needs—all zhongli needs to see that you’re his, “next time they attempt to talk to you my love, will you remember how hard you cum as my face is between your thighs or should i make you cum on my cock next, hm?”
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childe was usually more careful with you on days spent with bodies entangled under cotton waves, soft murmurs of moans lingering your skin and fingers intertwined never leaving but only to grasp onto him harder. but childe might have reeled this scenario in his head and he might just have happened to want to rush it just this once because the thought—was insufferable if he couldn’t see it in person.
“pretty girl” childe coos, pinning your legs to your chest, a smirk edges his lips when he watches your hole flutter around nothing—you’re already dripping, expecting him to toy with your pussy until childe was satisfied but tonight he had better ideas. “how much cum do you think you can take?” childe smirks, bending down to press a kiss on your forehead before he sinks his fat cock inside you, pushing past the tight vice grip on his length until he bottoms out—struggling to hold a moan back when he feels just how perfect your pussy was made for him.
“do you feel that princess? this pussy is wanting me so bad” childe grits through his teeth, spreading your legs further apart so he can watch how much you’re being split open by him. he already wants to cum so bad—deep inside you, let the mess fill your hole while he fucks more into you and he doesn’t even feel bad when you’re begging for it, nails sinking into his skin when he’s three pumps in and his cum leaks out of you in seconds.
“fuck baby, you’ve made me cum so quick—wanna see this pretty hole filled with nothing but my cum” childe throws his head back when more of his seed dumps into your hole, he loves how messy it feels around his cock, the noises you’re making feel like heaven to his ears and whenever he is finally done fucking your sensitive hole, childe will have to just fuck more into you—you’re his to put as much cum inside you as he can, right?
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kazuha seems to forget you sleep longer than he ever has, his chest vibrates with warmth from your back pressed tightly against him, the subtle way your chest seems to rise so delicately. and even more importantly kazuha lacks the knowledge of what the early start of something else really brings forth.
it starts with a pulse below his stomach, blood dropping lower causing nothing but growth and nothing but an ache he hates when you can’t resolve it for him. but kazuha knows the innocent kisses along your shoulder blade would surely wake you, calloused pads skimming across warmth flesh till he feels you stir awake from your sleep and just the roll of his hips on your ass is just a cute little sign.
“good morning, my love” kazuha breathes out, placing tender kisses on your cheek while your fingers card through his messy strands of hair that have fallen from his ponytail. you don’t mind the second thing he does is spread your thighs apart, lifting one leg over his own so you’re easier to touch—with greedy fingers he finds you already wet and maybe he shouldn’t yet—he does, springing his cock free and sliding it through the wetness clinging to your cunt.
“need you, always need you to make me feel good” kazuha hums, wasting no time sinking his cock in, gasping when your pussy clamps down on his length. he rocks his hips to uneasy pace, kazuha slowly closes his eyes while he rests his face into the back of your neck, moaning and whimpering when his swollen cock grows closer to spilling his seed inside you.
kazuha wraps his fingers around your throat, tilting your face to meet his as he crashes his lips against your own, tongue gently scraping across inner cheeks, the other hand finding your puffy clit and quickly drawing soft circles, “i want to cum for you and you’re going to take it like a good girl, yeah?” kazuha whispers in your mouth, smirking along the lines of your lips when he feels a weak attempt of happily saying yes to him when he’s making you feel like your entire body is dissolving.
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“you should relax” you whisper out to gorou from the floor of his room, he ceases the words falling from his lips to look down at you, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion before gorou is back to rambling about another mission. but you seem to ignore him this time, slowly climbing from the floor until your face is pressed in his lap.
“w-what’re you doing?” gorou stammers, watching as you carefully spring his cock free, giving it a couple of small licks until he grows harder in your hand. “getting you to relax” you murmur against his length, guiding the head into your mouth until you can swallow more of him. gorou jets his eyes across the room before shakily placing a hand on your head, fingers grazing across your hair until he gives it a hard grip.
you toy with his cock, licking and slurping until he twitches in your mouth, the other hand coming up to cup his clenching balls—his chest is filled with an erratic beat, lips tremble between his teeth and you bring his orgasm to the surface before pulling away leaving a string of spit in the wake.
“d-dont stop, i-i do need this” gorou whines, struggling to put your hot mouth back on his swollen cock, you smile up at him—how pitiful he looks but how much greed circles the pupils of his eyes. “relax, pretty boy. i’ll make you cum” you coo at him, going back to what you were doing earlier but this time with a quicker pace so gorou is already seeing stars in his blurred vision.
“s-so good for me” gorou slurs, unable to control the way his hips buck into your face, nails digging into your scalp and when you really know he’s beginning to grow close you can taste the pre-cum dripping down your throat, gorou throws his head back when you take more and more of him until you’re gagging, spit dripping from the corners of your mouth and finally as he reaches the end he really can’t help slamming your face deep into his lap.
you swallow all that gorou has and keep going because just one load down your throat isn’t enough to relax him and though gorou is so sensitive right now he’s not going to stop you—he’s being needy now, whimpering when he’s already so fucking hard, the leftover mess spilled in his lap and that beautiful fucking sight of you sucking his cock to make him feel just a little bit better.
