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Without Saying (Floyd and Ruggie x Yuu)

"Oh can I help you? You seem to be lost." You attempt to cheerfully ask the vaguely familiar looking person in front of you. As if he is deliberately trying to rub salt in your wounds, Crowley ignored your request to leave campus for NRC parents day and is instead making you and Grim run errands. The person in front of you, blissfully ignorant to your inner turmoil perks up at your attention.

"Forgive me for asking, but are you the magicless prefect?" You and Grim exchange a confused glance. "You've got to be right?" They're practically glowing with how happy they are to see you. " Oh I'm sorry, I've just heard so much about you!" Wait, what?

notes: they/them pronouns used for Yuu, feral ariel (Floyd) vs light angst again (Ruggie). If you liked this please check out the previous parts here and here, as well as my master list here.

Floyd

Under normal circumstances, a quiet Floyd was a suspicious Floyd but today- well today it was just odd. He doesn't look bored per se, just idle standing next to a very tall woman with similarly colored hair who is slowly, carefully, with extreme focus examining every inch of what you think is a novelty piggy bank shaped like the school's wishing well.

"Are you done yet Mamma?" Floyd sounds like he is being careful not to yawn.

"Hush now Floydie," she doesn't even blink, that's how tight her focus is, "Mamma is concentrating." Mrs. Leech's lips are tightly pursed while Floyd mutters something about going to get some candy and slinks off while you question if getting involved in this conversation is part of your job description or even smart. Unfortunately for you by the time you look back up from your clipboard Mrs. Leech has moved directly in front of your face in complete silence. "Human-" you go to scream but she silences you with a look you can't tell is from magic or practice raising the twins "Human can you help me with something?" She doesn't even wait for you to agree before holding up the piggy bank. "What exactly is the purpose of this object?"

"That?" You are surprised your voice doesn't give out entirely as she vigorously nods. "The piggy bank?"

"I see, I see." She nods sagely, immediately whipping around to where she evidently thought her son still was, shrugging undeterred as she decides to simply yell. "FLOYD! IT'S CALLED A PIGGY BANK."

"That's nice Mamma." Calls Floyd, oddly coming off as polite and rational from somewhere deep within the Mystery Shop. " But like what does it do?"

"EXCELLENT QUESTION! Say human what does it do?" You are deeply tempted to say that this woman cannot be serious but you don't really want to find out. You draw yourself up to your full height and nod.

"You put coins in it." Mrs. Leech blinks, a bit taken aback.

"Wait really?" Bravely, with a reasonable fear of being bitten, you reach over and gently lift up the top of the wishing well to show her the coin slot.

"I'm pretty sure this one plays a song when you put a coin in too." You explain.

"But it's so tiny?" She marvels, repeatedly opening and shutting the top of the bank. "How're you supposed to keep your money safe if it's so fragile? But then again I do keep most of mine with my husband..."

"Uhm it's supposed to be a fun gift for little kids." It occurs to you that she might find that offensive since it did look like she was buying it for herself. "To teach them about saving money, at least where I'm from anyway."

"Oh how cute. That settles it, I am definitely getting this." As if sensing that it is check out time Floyd shuffles over and immediately perks up.

"Little Shrimpy! Were you the one helping my mom?" He seems really happy, causing you to breathe a light sigh of relief. Mrs. Leech looks confused, zeroing in on you with the same concentration from earlier.

"Yeah. Trying to anyway." You nervously say; Mrs. Leech's attention turns to her son.

"Aww, how cute. You fishin' for a favor shrimpy?" Normally you would play along with his teasing, but your eyes dart awkwardly to Mrs. Leech whose attention is back on you, then the piggy bank, then you then her son, then you agai-

"Not really, I'm just trying to do my job." You awkwardly laugh and Floyd pouts.

"Spring or Summer?" Mrs. Leech asks cheerfully. To your surprise she has somehow managed to snatch up a second piggy bank within the .2 seconds since you took her attention off her.

"I'm sorry?"

"Oh just wondering that's all." She has a very serene smile on her face. Almost too serene. Like you just somehow signed away your soul because you didn't read some fine print. "I'm more partial to Spring myself." You try to look to Floyd for some context but for some reason, he's refusing to make eye contact. Weird.

Tighnari ♡⊹˚ Heated mind (NSFW)

✧˖°. Summary: An Amurta student gets stationed in Gandharva Ville to practice medicine, growing a bond with Tighnari. Becoming quite close, Tighnari finds himself in a predicament that hits him like a truck right around the time his heat starts up.

fem. reader (3rd person) ; plot with concluding smut ; cw for breeding, character in heat.

8k words.

notes. Starting off strong lmao- This idea has literally been stuck in my head for days! I can’t get over the idea of Tighnari in heat. Just. Just. Just. Oh my good lord. No thoughts head empty just Tighnari in heat, needy as well as confused over his ordeal. Enjoy! ✧˖°.

Tighnari considered himself a busy man. The life of a forest watcher was certainly not easy, yet he thought it was all the more fulfilling. Between training the rangers stationed with him and studying the ecosystems of the rainforests of Sumeru, the young researcher never thought over anything else. For quite a while, he was very content.

That was, until he had what, in hindsight, would be a fateful encounter.

Crowley when he is finally held responsible for causing everything with NRC:

can I get a kiss? and can you make it last forever? part 1

A soft kiss that means goodbye... a temporary goodbye.

reposted from my old blog @/soru-ya!

dorms: heartslabyul, savanaclaw, octavinelle (find the others here)

w.c: 678 words

riddle rosehearts kisses you on your eyelids. closed because of the sunlight, you can barely open them for fearing of scaring riddle. soft and gentle, almost hesitant, riddle kisses you four times, twice on each lid. he is scared for you, because he cannot follow you where you go. “Take care of yourself, [name]. I shall see you soon.”

trey clover kisses you on your birthmarks and moles. he wants to remember every mark on your skin, every scar and shape that ever made you uncomfortable in your own body. he can’t do that for you in your own world, after all. “stay safe and remember to care for yourself.”

Paint.

Life.

Step.

Thump.

Another failure.

Sword drawn.

Start over.

Again and again.

Albedo had lost count of how many days have passed, but at the moment, he couldn't care less. As long as he got his desired result, it didn't matter how long it's been since he's seen the sun. He'd starve himself of food, drink, sleep and all else for however long it took.

He's certain that if you'd see him is such a sorry state you'd chastise him for neglecting his own health like this and shoo him away from his lab for some much needed rest. You'd probably literally kick him out and drag him home, give him a meal before throwing him onto his bed. And then, the next day you'd spend over an hour explaining all the ways in which he was hurting himself in the long run with these consecutive intense all-nighters.

It was cute how much you cared. In a way, he wanted you to get mad at him like that. Albedo knew it was selfish, but it felt nice knowing that you cared that much to want to take care of him. Unfortunately for him, you weren't here. Haven't been for months.

Albedo knew that you were an adventurer, that your occupation kept you on the road - like his kept him in the lab - but, honestly, could he really be blamed for finding it frustrating? Was he not allowed to be selfish once in a while? Must he really be perfect all the time like his master wanted?

Must he be the Chief Alchemist of the Knights of Favonius, head of the Investigation Team, when right now all he wanted was to be your lover?

Albedo swears that he has ever desired anything as much as that. He didn't understand it either, how and why he felt this way. All he knew was that the feeling was there and stronger than he - or anyone else for that matter - could have anticipated.

He's had swings of interests before, so he assumed that this intense attraction to you would just be a passing fad, like a strong fever that you would recover from in a few days. Yet much to his annoyance, that attraction stuck. If anything, he could confirm that it had gotten worse. Why else would he be constructing this insane experiment?

He's painted you before. He's doodled his documents full of your face and little details of your appearance he's etched into his memory. Hell, he's even scribbled in anything even tangentially related to you; things like your favourite limited edition street food you ate at last year's Windblume Festival, the correct tone and order of the notes of the tune Barbara taught you, a certain beautiful set of clothes he saw on his trip to Inazuma and imagined you wearing, etc.

In the past, these things brought him joy, but now all these little reminders of you made him miss you even more. When were you supposed to come back? Surely it's been more than enough time. He felt like a petulant child, but how could he not want you to be back already?

If only you didn't have to leave him Mondstadt for so long... Why did you even have to go at all? Can't those people deliver their own goods? Why did you care so much about other people anyways? Then again, that care for others was one of the things that made him fall for you so hard, so maybe it wasn't so bad.

But he still wanted to be selfish. Wouldn't you let him?

No, of course you wouldn't. You didn't even know of his love for obsession with you. He was never allowed to be selfish.

Screw that. He was going to be selfish and get his way this one time. He'll be as selfish as he wanted to. Just this once. Only this once. No more. Never again.

Even he knew that was a lie. As soon as he saw you, he's certain he'll want to get his way again. He just couldn't stop. He couldn't help the things his heart longed for, even if he knew it was wrong.

Another failure.

Time to take out his sword again.

The body hit the floor before turning to dust. Had that thing not had your face, he probably wouldn't care nearly as much. Yet knowing that he failed to replicate you yet again, that it was another imperfect copy, one of many... It left him frustrated.

Albedo just couldn't understand why.

He could replicate Crystalflies perfectly, including their delicate wings and their graceful flight patterns, he could bring fourth the tiniest details and gradients in a lizard's scales, emulate the flutter of fabrics in the wind. So why was this so hard?

Why were all the copies of you so... Lifeless?

They just didn't have that same light in their eyes. They didn't have your soul. What was he missing?

His previous drawings of were perfect, so why is it that when it came to bring these paintings to life, he felt like he was constantly running into a brick wall? These copies of you had the same looks, the same body size, the same clothes as you, but they weren't you.

They could ever replicate you.

Even if he shut his eyes and pretended really hard, they couldn't match you in any criteria. Even when he created them to serve as a surrogate you, something he could play pretend with while you were away, they were never enough.

What hurdle stood in his way, he wondered. Was it because he was frustrated that he hadn't seen you for so long that the copies turned out feeling fake? Was it his brain sabotaging him by telling him that this was completely messed up and wrong on every level, morally and ethically? Was he just not as good as he believed?

He stabbed the copy again, that lifeless look in its eyes never changing. He hated it. Killing them didn't even feel satisfying. They couldn't be you and they didn't even let him vent his frustrations. They were truly the definition of useless.

As soon as you got back he'd make sure to ask you to help him relieve some stress. With your caring nature, how could you possibly not help a friend in need?

Thinking about Yandere!Sumeru Boys and the sweet, lovely bartender who's become the talk of Sumeru recently.

You and Kaveh click almost immediately. Your shared views on arts and beauty is one thing checked off, but the way your actually understand him? Unlike most people when they hear his story, you're not quick to put a lable on him ; instead, you make him feel heard and normal for the very first time. Listen patiently and don't throw factual advice on how to fix his life. No wonder he poured out his entire life story to you, all on his first conversation. He's left wondering where you've been all his life as you share a portion of your own struggles, views on life and snippets of your adventures. To this day, Kaveh recalls the conversation along with your benign smile and feels his heart thump as if he's become a teenager again.

Every ensuing visit to the Tavern has his belief strengthen as well : you two must be soulmates. He's even started (half) jokingly calling you one as well, which never seems to move you the way he wants though as, all you do is adorably giggle and ask him to pay for his order. Oh well, he supposes that's an indication that you do not pity him solely because of his financial status. Kaveh's life had gotten a lot better with your presence ; he no longer drinks himself to oblivion, sleeps better than before and doesn't even pay heed to his roommate's sharp comments that'd otherwise end in a massive argument, thoughts preoccupied with what kind of trinket he could bring to impress you. For a brief period, Kaveh had felt like he'd finally found his light, his reason to keep living. He'd only wish he hadn't introduced his friends to you.

You first ‘officially’ met the dusty-rock-of-a-roommate of Kaveh (his words) when you took the responsibility of dropping him to his place of residence after the architect had passed out from taking a sip of the Sneznayan Fire-Water. You weren't sure what you were expecting from Alhaitham, but a talk over books that spiralled a little too late into the night and ended with him walking you back home certainly wasn't it. You can see where Kaveh came from, The Acting Grand Sage did not have the countenance that invited friendships. You'll have to thank your profound interest in all genres of books and an equal ease to share your opinions to not be at the recipient of that attitude. It takes you a little too much time to notice that since that night, the Scribe has found himself a second home in your radar. You see him at Puspa Cafe, the Grand Bazar, the streets and after a little while, even at your father's Tavern almost frequently. So much so, that calling him something of a friend might not be as far-fetched now.

In Alhaitham's defense, he's simply intrigued, it's not everyday he meets someone who can keep up with him. It took him only a glance at you to realize you're the person who has Kaveh blushing and giggling like a madman at random times. The architect's creepy behavior aside, at least, it seemed as though some of your sense of responsibility had rubbed off on him so, less headache for Alhaitham. You're easy to talk to ; granted, you don't always have agreements but that doesn't pose as an impediment from keeping the conversation flowing. In fact, you treat him no different ; neither his status nor his prolonged disappearances that'd no doubt affect anyone else can change your easygoing persona as he approaches you, the coffee and dishes you make are rather good too and— ah. Alhaitham understands now why Kaveh is so smitten with you.

©Draftincel

CW : noncon Gn!Reader mdni implied kidnapping

Nothing like Childe bullying his fat cock down your throat while pantalone man handles you,Poor darling,can’t even speak out,all your whines and begs for them to stop falls on death ears

Pantalone is the more gentle of the 2 in my opinion,like yeah your still getting violated but he asks if your okay from Time to time,such a gentleman <3 I think he’d be alittle delusional..like why are you so upset still? Yeah he did take you from your home but you are soo ungrateful..he’s so nice to you,providing you with the basic necessities..so what if he keeps you chained to the bed everyday until his home? Your fine. He’s rather bratty some days..maybe that annoying ginger was going on about something or poking at him but expect him to come home and release all that pent up anger on you <3

I feel bad for poor darling who has to put up with Childe no matter if you can conceive or not he’s at his heart a family man and will always try and knock you up,Atleast with him you still have more freedom..just not a lot,and even if you do,your legs are probably too sore to get you too far,he has a lot of pent up anger,being a fatui harbinger is hard and he expects to come home to you with open arms and equally open legs,It’s not his fault you “don’t want it”..if you really didn’t then why is your body reacting so nicely to him? Hm

.... lying in the bed, the only source of warmth being provided by the man who was next you, a single arm lazily but securely wrapped around your waist, his nose buried in the crook of your neck as he slept soundly. Your own eyes were shot open, old and salty tears staining your cheeks as you meaninglessly stared up at the ceiling, a wave of emotions washing over you. The sounds of nature filled the room thanks to the open window, along with the occasional quiet noise Itachi made. You lost count of how many sleepless hours had passed, your bloodshot eyes begging for some rest but the thumping heart in your chest and the ever growing sensation of unease rested deep inside of you, unlike your quivering soul.

Itachi Uchiha was many, many things but lovesick wasn't something you would assign him as. Well, not at the beginning at first.

He came to you one day as a shadow and took you away in the middle of the night, never to be seen again. You knew that people would notice, you knew that there would be someone looking for you, that your presence would be missed. You knew that you were loved. Itachi knew it too.

And contrary to your belief, he was not asleep. He was wide awake, his tormented soul aching in self loathing and sorrow. He was being so selfish when it came to you, he took you away from everything you knew and made you his own, knowing full well that he never deserved your forgiveness, let alone love, to begin with. He could never forgive himself for doing this to you but he would be a nasty liar if he said that he didn't find comfort in your presence. He truly and earnestly did love you, in his own little ways. He always made sure to give you everything you could want and need, his cooking was surprisingly delectable and he was a die hard perfectionist in everything he did for you. It was hard to believe that you were standing next to one of the most dangerous and wanted criminals in the entire world, and yet there he was, fussing over the food like a housewife.

The simple tenderness of his actions often made you melt, which in turn left you baffled and at the end of each and every night you would always ask yourself the same question over and over again - Were you the crazy one? Itachi very obviously had a few screws loose, acting the way he does, but you should not feel so sympathetic towards him. You ought to hate him, hate him for his crimes against yourself, his entire family, for everything he has ever done.

Even with all of those reasons, good and plausible reasons, hatred was somehow just not an option.

That was what kept you up at night. It wasn't the fear that a dangerous criminal was going to slit your throat at any time he pleased, but rather his disgustingly sweet side that you started to crave like mad. He was like the sweetest honey and most intoxicating drug you had ever had the misfortune of tasting. You couldn't get enough of him, and he could never have enough of you. It was a relationship that demanded to burst, to let the sparks and flames out and consume anything that stood in its path. You were in his clutches, and you knew it but would never say that to him. It was only just a matter of time before he realized this as well.

Whether or not he would use that information however was still up for debate.

The first time you share a bed with Childe, is difficult on him. Before you, sleep came easy. Or, well, easy enough.

His time in the abyss taught him to sleep with one eye open, always one hand on the hilt. It taught him yet still that one must sleep. This skill aided him well while working his way up the ranks. As a Harbinger, he had the privilege of mora and power, which allowed him access to the safety of hotels during travel. Even with four walls and a feathered bed, he knows to never let his guard down.

But for all his training and instinct, nothing could prepare him for the hollow, aching warmth of want. That now when he closes his eyes, he sees your smile. That when he reaches for his weapon, he hopes to find the curve of your spine. He startles awake one night waiting for intruders that never come, realizing it was your voice echoing in his head that roused him.

His mind is full of the thought of you. He knows it is not right the way he yearns. He knows it is not fit for his status, his way of life. Hands like his which are so coated in blood as to be made iron should not be allowed to hold anything precious. Even should he show remorse, no penance could ever hope to be enough to deserve you. Still he would rather dig deeper, deeper, deeper until all that is left is your name etched into his psyche. The madness will not let him rest.

So it could only be a dream when you crawl into his bed that night, tucked securely against his chest. He pulls you closer still, cards his fingers through your hair, weaving it around his hand like a lifeline. Maybe you drool or mumble or kick, but he does not care, cannot care, for he is too unsteady to notice.

He is equal parts grateful and upset you doze off so quickly. Grateful you cannot witness his unbecoming, anxious giddiness. Upset he cannot ask you -- demand that you promise him that this is real. So while you slumber peacefully in his arms, he curls around you possessively, locks you into place. His eyes kept wide and unblinking for fear of waking from his first happy dream.

there's something so terribly sad about the thought of alhaitham and kaveh's darling, and kaveh tucking a mourning flower behind their ear with a sad smile. a flower from a part of sumeru darling will now never get to see; a reminder that kaveh can leave and come back, and still darling is so grateful for the reminder of the world outside their little square of alhaitham's-home-and-the-garden-he-lets-me-walk-in-for-half-an-hour-a-day that they sigh and rest their cheek against kaveh's hand and ask him (one of their captors! a man just as responsible for all of this as alhaitham himself!) to stay with them just a bit longer. to tell them about the mourning flower. to ask him what the desert is like.

because darling won't get to see any more of this, and if they ask alhaitham he will tell them the soil conditions and the average temperatures and the native beasts in his clinical, dry tone. at least kaveh will tell them the things they want to know; tell them about the people, crack a joke about the client he's working for, take a deep breath and smile like he's remembering something beautiful and let emotion swell his voice. will speak as if one day, darling might get to see it too.

they both know that darling will most certainly not. but kaveh will spin it like a fairytale anyway. and if darling kisses him for the gift, if darling places their hands into his (feels the roughness from working with his fingers, the grit of the sand still in his hair when they stroke it), if darling pretends through him for a moment that they're right there too . . . well, it's equivalent exchange, isn't it? kaveh's pleasure (a kiss, a touch, a murmured sigh) for darling's hope. a flower for a night together.

but it is just a flower. the same thing a lover would give their sweetheart. so kaveh can pretend that your desperate kiss (the press of your body on his, the whispered thanks against his lips, the sighs and huffs against your shoulder and the snap of his hips) is given freely.

You manage to get home without any interruptions. Grandpa Fuyi, the farmer that took you in, noticed your heavy breathing.

He sat up in his chair, grabbing his cane. Wiping the sweat from your face, you urged him to stay seated.

“I’m alright! I just… saw a few hilichurls on my way back and got scared.”

His grey brows furrowed. “Thank archons you’re alright. It’s dangerous for you to be traveling alone. Why don’t you take a break from selling?”

“About that… I’ve been thinking of traveling.”

Grandpa Fuyi was silent for a bit.

“Did you remember your real family?”

When you had first arrived, you knew it was impossible to tell him that you’re from another world. Instead, you told him that you’re lost and have no recollection of your past.

“I knew you’d eventually want to return to your life before, but I didn’t think it’d be this soon.” He sighed shakily.

“No! That’s not it…”

Your heart breaks seeing the frail man. You can’t possibly leave him alone. But you are scared. You aren’t sure if the geo archon would come searching for you and you don’t want to involve the one person to give you shelter. You think about what your next set of actions are when Grandpa Fuyi speaks after a long strip of silence.

“Will you let me come with you?”

You are frozen in shock. He sees your reaction and continues speaking.

“I know I’m old and it’ll be difficult to travel with me, but I’ve always dreamed of visiting other nations before I pass…”

You pause, weighing out the options in your mind.

“Are you sure?” you ask. “It may be dangerous…”

“I’m sure. As long as you’re okay with it, I’d like to travel the world with you.”

He gives you a smile with such kind eyes that you can’t help but tear up as you hug him tightly. How can you abandon the one person to help you in this unfamiliar world?

The two of you prepare, quite quickly, to leave Liyue. Using your knowledge from your previous world, you create a collapsible wheelchair for Grandpa Fuyi that would make it easy to travel in. The money you made from selling your miracle vegetables is enough for the two of you to travel comfortably and is enough to last a lifetime. With your bags packed and an optimistic smile on your face, the two of you set out to head to your next destination, the land of eternity… Inazuma.

—

Early the next day, before the sun has even risen, Zhongli returns to the stall and sees that it’s not yet open and that the person he has been thinking of all night is no where to be seen.

Feeling that it is quite early, he decides to wait for you to come. He waits until the sun is high in the sky. Then he waits till the sky is purple. Despite standing for a whole day, Zhongli doesn’t move an inch from his spot.

He has to confirm it.

Even with this thought in mind, he knows deep in his heart that it it’s you. He knows that the creator has descended. Zhongli can feel it in his gut and with every fiber of his being. You’re here.

Zhongli waits for days in the same spot, neither eating nor drinking. Passersby’s stare at him as if he’s crazy and some even offer food. Zhongli refuses them all, only one thought in mind.

Creator, creator, creator… where are you?

—

It’s been a while since Childe visited Liyue other than short business trips and missions for the Fatui.

Childe is heading towards Northland Bank when he sees Zhongli, standing as still as a statue next to an empty stall.

He decides to greet him, walking over to the former geo archon.

“What are you up to?” He asks him, seeing the serious expression on his face.

“I’m waiting for someone.” Zhongli’s answers are brief, nothing but determination in his eyes.

Around him, Childe can hear the whispers of the people who pass by.

“That man is still standing there…”

“How many days has it been?”

“Is he even human?”

Childe’s eyes narrow.

What’s so important about this stall that the Geo Archon himself waits days on end for?

His eyes examine the stall closely. Nothing special stands out. However, as he is examining it, he sees a small white handkerchief poking out from behind the stall on the opposite side of where Zhongli is standing.

“Who are you waiting for?” Childe asks as he casually walks over to the handkerchief. “They must be very important for you to be waiting this long.”

Zhongli doesn’t spare him a glance. “A vegetable merchant,” he says simply. Childe rolls his eyes, discreetly picking up the handkerchief and shoving it into his pocket.

“Wow, how informative,” he says sarcastically. “Well I hate to be the one to break it to you, but if you’ve been waiting here for this long, chances are whoever you’re waiting for is long gone.”

Hearing this, Zhongli finally moves. The former geo archon was so absorbed in thoughts about what he’d say and how he’d react when he finally meets the creator that he didn’t realize how long he has actually been waiting.

“You’re right.” Zhongli wastes no more time waiting and leaves to search for them.

“Nice… just leave me hanging, no problem. I’ve been good by the way, thanks for asking!” Childe calls out to him.

As Zhongli walks to each nearby stall, asking for information about the vegetable merchant, Childe pulls out the handkerchief from his pocket.

His eyes scan over it, noticing smears of gold staining the white cloth.

Paint?

His thumb rubs over the smear, noticing that it’s a different texture than the usual paint used in Liyue.

Childe lifts the cloth to his face, taking in a deep whiff. As someone who survived the abyss and the youngest Fatui Harbringer, Childe’s senses are not to be messed with. Though it’s been days, there’s a small scent that anyone else would not have been able to recognize… but Childe, someone who has experienced his fair share of fights, is able to recognize it instantly.

… blood.

The puzzle pieces in his head click together so fast that he’s barely able to react. Childe stares at the cloth as if it’s the most special and rare artifact in all of the land of Teyvat.

A handkerchief with golden blood and the oldest archon guarding a shabby vegetable stall. Childe knows that this could only mean one thing.

The creator has descended.

With his heart beating faster than ever, Childe quickly leaves. He has to let the Tsarista know before Zhongli can find them. Childe smiles giddily, excitement filling his body.

—

After following the directions given to him by the townspeople, Zhongli finds himself in front of the small house you lived in with Grandpa Fuyi.

The wooden boards creak as he steps on the porch. Zhongli cringes, seeing the decrepit state of the small home.

Is this where their beloved creator has been staying?

Zhongli sighs. He will be sure to build you a grand palace for you to live in once he finally meets you.

He lightly knocks on the door with anticipation. A few seconds pass with no response. He knocks a bit harder and waits. After a few minutes pass of complete silence, Zhongli lets himself in.

He walks around the small home, examining it closely. Other than a small living area and kitchen, there are two small rooms. The first room he enters is lightly decorated with a few antiques littered here and there.

Were they living with someone? Zhongli asks in his head…a bit of jealousy shakes his heart. How lucky they must be to have lived with the creator…

The next room he enters is almost completely bare other than a small bed in the corner of the room. Zhongli knows immediately in his heart that it’s your’s.

The creator’s room…

Closing his eyes, he takes in a deep breath, almost as if he’s basking in your presence. It’s like he can feel you…

Zhongli walks over to the bed, sitting on top of it. His hands caress the sheets, feeling the slight roughness of the cloth beneath his fingertips.

This is where the creator slept…

He lifts the blanket up, burying his face into the cloth and breathing in deeply with the nose of a dragon. He can smell you… he pulls away after a few seconds, feeling a bit dizzy.

From what he can tell, it hasn’t been that long since you’ve left. You must be close, he thinks. He smiles with eyes filled of devotion and exhilaration.

It won’t be long before you meet, Zhongli thinks. He awaits the day he is able to kneel before your feet and officially welcome you to the land of Teyvat.

Zhongli finally leaves the small house to follow your trail before it fades. He decides not to tell a soul of his discovery, thinking that it’d be best not to release the news so as to not spark any chaos.

… but in truth… Zhongli wants to be the first one to find you. The first to welcome you and become your most trusted acolyte.

(sorry guys, i know a lot of you were expecting something big. Honestly, i had no plans to continue this but i randomly had a thought about it and decided to write this. I’ve been so busy and stressed with school so it’s been a while since I’ve had time to write anything. It’s a bit plain but I hope you guys like it! Next chapter will be more intense…probably…hopefully…)

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Pairing: Haganezuka x Fem!Reader

Warnings: size kink (hotaru is big, okay?), titty sucking, spanking, vaginal sex, teasing, dom!haganezuka, sub!reader

Requests are open!

SFW

NSFW

Hotaru's body emitted an overwhelming warmth that seeped into your lightly shaking figure. He took bold yet cautious steps closer to your body, casting a looming shadow over you. Your instincts begged you to step away and exit the shack that was barely lit by the rising sun; however, you were here to return Hotaru's gesture of pure love — you forced your legs to steady themselves as you captured his masked gaze.

You were barely an inch away from each other, and you took the close proximity as permission to gently remove the mask that separated the union of your lips. His frazzled locks elegantly crashed against his face, as if they were ocean waves that engulfed the stony shores of a beach. His amber eyes were as warm as the soft glow of the peaking sun that outlined his bulky muscles under his thin clothing.

However, Hotaru's flustered face held more than romantic intent, and it was clear that he was hungering for an intimate moment with his lover.

Unable to hold himself back, he grabbed the back of your neck, urging you to tilt your head towards his own, initiating a languid, steamy kiss that made pulses of excitement flare between your legs. With his hand still firmly wrapped around your nape, he used his other arm to keep your torso against his, making you squirm at the sensation of his firm abdomen pressed onto yours.

Without giving you time to adjust to the position, Hotaru pressed his tongue into your mouth, shamelessly exploring your insides as you whimpered in frustration — this guy was such a tease, and the heat between your thighs only grew hotter and wetter.

Sensing your impatience, Hotaru smirked against your face, ceasing his relentless attack on your puffy lips. He started to feel the growing strain on his pants; however, he is a disciplined and stubborn man — he'd have fun with his lovely girl first.

Sensing the mischief in his expression, you tried to scold him, "Hotaru, I swear to the heavens, just—" Your reprimand ended in a tiny yelp as Hotaru grabbed you on either sides of your waist and hoisted you across his broad shoulder.

"Hotaru! What are you doing!? Put me—Mmh!"

A muffled moan escaped you when Hotaru firmly slapped his large, calloused palm on your ass. He chuckled lowly and repeated the action, causing you to yelp louder than you deemed appropriate.

Oh, yes, Haganezuka Hotaru definitely loves your ass — plump, pliant, and soft — and he'd happily redden your cheeks all night, but his darling lover might only cry out in protest.

Still slung over his shoulder, you tried to glide your fingers across his sides, hoping to cease his unending teasing. Hotaru picked up on your plans, however, and steadily pressed your body against the wall of the hut, effortlessly carrying your weight. The sudden change of position led you to instinctively wrap your legs around his waist, lessening the gap between your aching pussy and his hardened cock.

Realizing that the two of you were still clad in thin garments, Hotaru hastily brought down the top of your yukata, setting free your breasts with red, erect nipples. He massaged one breast as he roughly bit and nipped at the other, and you moaned a sinful harmony that could even rival the peaceful ring of his favorite wind chimes. He did the same ministrations on your other bud before he set you down on the cold ground, making you look at him in hazy confusion and annoyance.

"Hotaru, why'd you stop?" Your inquiry was left unanswered as he ripped off your yukata, leaving you vulnerable and bare against the cool morning air. "Hotaru!" Your discarded clothes were strewn to the side, and you felt rough palms under your thighs, hoisting you up against the cool wall once more.

This time, there wasn't any barrier that could separate him from you any longer. Holding you up with one arm, he guided his other hand towards the heat of your cunt, teasing you once more with touches that barely lingered. This made you whine his name over and over again, "Hotaru, please, please —"

He plunged in two of his thick, rough fingers into the heat of your pulsating pussy. Your mouth fell agape as you felt his thumb rub precisely at your puffy clit, tracing patterns that only a fine craftsman could decipher.

Your sinful caricature made Hotaru's cock painfully harden even more, but it'd always been his subconscious decision to please you before he could get his fill. There you were, back arching off the wall, arms dangling on his shoulders as he pumped his fingers in and out and in and out, resulting in your juices spilling into his palm and onto the floor. You yelped as you were met with your first orgasm, and Hotaru gripped you tightly as your legs shook in pure pleasure.

He watched your fucked-out expression with the same undivided concentration he showcases when he crafts swords. He tapped your tear-stained cheek to grab your attention, and once your half-lidded gaze met his, he licked his fingers stained by your cum and groaned in a low note. This only made your pussy squeeze at nothing but the anticipation of what was to come.

Setting you down once again, he hastily removed his garmets, revealing to you the most gorgeous sight of his large, muscular body. His protruding muscles held veins that added an undeniable air of masculinity. Trailing your eyes down lower, you subconsciously closed your legs at the sight of his fully erect penis. Goodness, he was big. Despite the quiet hesitance at the back of your mind, you still wanted him inside you — to show him your heart.

Haganezuka chuckled at your cowering frame, licking his lips at the sight of your juices cascading down your plush legs. You looked so beautiful — your hair was disheveled, some strands stuck to your forehead; your skin so supple and sweet; lastly, you wore nothing but the metal pendant he gifted you that morning. You looked like a masterpiece that only he deserved to see.

He carried you, bridal style, to a small makeshift mattress he set on the corner of his workspace (he left it there for nights when he worked a little too hard, losing track of time). He set you down gently — an act so sweet and innocent, greatly contrasting the redness of the tip of his cock and the wetness of your pussy lips.

He caged you under his muscular arms, and his long, dark hair gently fell onto your face, making you smile in love and endearment. He smiled back and abruptly held the back of your knees, resting your legs on his shoulders.

He kissed you so gently, you wouldn't have guessed that he wanted to put the entirety of his thick cock inside you in one thrust.

You yelped and clawed at his biceps, trying your best to reprimand him — but no words would cohesively form, for his steady yet powerful thrusts made you lose all sense. Your shared noises would permeate the entire hut; it was a good thing that Haganezuka's workspace was hidden away deep into the forest, or everyone in the village would've had a front row seat to your lewd symphony.

Hotaru hands pinched and rubbed at your breasts, thighs, and nipped at your neck in alternating motions as he retained a steady pace in pounding your pussy. You could feel his tip hit your most sensitive spots, and his veiny dick provided a texture that sent your head above the clouds — oh, he was too good, too delicious.

You could only moan louder and limply grasp at his firm chest when you felt your second orgasm approaching. Haganezuka had to collect his willpower to prolong himself from coming before you — you were clenching and sucking him in so much, he heard himself growl your name. Not yet.

You felt like you were about to pass out when he snaked his thumb on your engorged clit; you clung onto your remaining senses by feeling the cold metal of your pendant bounce on your breasts, but your climax was inevitable. With a silent scream, you arched your back as much as you could, releasing your sweet cum all over Hotaru's twitching cock.

"I love you! Hotaru!" You managed to whisper in a high, airy tone your declaration of love — this was your heart, bare and ready to be offered to your dearest Hotaru.

At that point, Haganezuka felt his own climax come in bursts of unbelievable pleasure. Perhaps it was your genuine declaration of love or how you simply looked so serene and sexy under him, but his orgasm mimicked the excited sparks of metal being forged into the greatest swords. No, it's much better, he thought.

Panting lightly, he rested his forehead against yours, slowly pressing his heavy body onto your smaller one, making you moan in pleasure at the weight of his comforting presence.

Hotaru kissed you once again, languidly and softly on your plump lips, "I love you, too — so, so much."

He's definitely going to spend the rest of the day pampering you. For once — for you — his swordsmith duties could wait another day.

Game Link (should work on mobile now!!!!)

Before playing the game, I suggest reading I Got Reincarnated As A Server NPC In An Otome Game But A Capture Target Won’t Leave Me Alone first to get an idea on what's going on. Danke~ <3

Currently the game ends on the prologue so it's just a very short demo :D

Greetings, I am Diluc Ragnvindr.

Welcome to Southern Gaciea. Unlike the North, East, and the West, the South is a tourist spot for outsiders. It's a closed off country, so outlanders will need to submit their documents to the department of domestic affairs.

Perhaps you do not remember, but you've encountered many interesting individuals upon your arrival such as…

i finally found a time to play this and my gods ansy

Otome Game!Diluc 🤝 Monika

"Reasonable" yanderes in (ribboned) ponytail + their hairstyles are lowkey similar with how they part their hair. idk if anyone noticed, the game description is basically just the same as DDLCs where Monika talks to the player directly lol.

Also: YAYAYAYYA SOMEONE NOTICED THE HEARTS IN DILUC'S PUPILS :DDDDDDD!!!!!!!!

They don’t know my heart.

Summary: your current life does nothing but suffocate you. Your lover is your freedom. Or in which you run away with them.

Pairings: Kaedehara Kazuha, Scaramouche, Xiao, Venti, Aether (abyss prince), Shikanoin Heizou, Childe, Zhongli, Kaeya x gn! reader.

Word count: 2.1 k (around 200+ words for each character).

Warnings: mentions of unsupportive family, reader not having a good relationship with family. Other than that, comfort / kind of fluff, I guess?

A/n: this is just pure self indulgence, I was originally going to write it only for the 6reeze boys but oops more characters joined… hope someone likes it <3

If you enjoy my works, please consider reblogging / leaving a comment !

“I’ll send out my soul to worlds more beautiful.”

His knocks against your window feel like your salvation bell.

Standing up from your crouch by the bed, you run to the little patch of starry sky visible through the glass.

“Kazuha!” You breathe, wrapping your arms around him from inside your room.

“I’m here, dove.” He returns your embrace, balancing himself on the tree branches teasing the outer wall.

To you, he was always the Sun, the one your whole life revolved around, the only one who gave your life any meaning.

And right now, in the suffocating atmosphere of the house that never was your home, he is your freedom.

Platinum strands of hair you’ve combed and braided countless times flutter around his face. They remind you of a halo.

He’s your angel.

Under the full Moon, the wandering samurai offers you his hand, “Are you sure about this, my dove?” Spilling from his lips, those warm crimson eyes outlined in stardust regarding you, his thumb running circles around the back of your hand.

You squeeze his bandaged hand gently, fingers entwined with his, as they were always meant to be.

You give your samurai a nod, brushing your lips against his palm.

“I’m sure.” You utter in the house, for the last time, before leaping into your lover’s arms and stepping into the starry night.

Where are you heading next? Is the question you cannot answer.

All you know is, as long as you have Kazuha by your side, you’re in the right track.

A hummingbird fleeting by chirps under the stars.

Your bedroom’s window swings closed behind you.

You are free.

Unspoken Words

Characters: All NRC students x reader (seperately)

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Genre: hurt/comfort

Unspoken reasons why the NRC boys love you!

HEARTSLABYUL

Riddle Rosehearts seems like perfection; like the very image of what one should strive for. Anyone who knows him can admire his hard work and diligence, because that is the extent to what they can see. But you see his delight at the simplest of things; things that he never got to experience in childhood. Riddle holds you dear to him because you encourage his rare moments of whimsy, and love them wholly- just as he loves you.

Happy Luffy day y'all!!!

I Got Reincarnated As A Server NPC In An Otome Game But A Capture Target Won’t Leave Me Alone (Yandere!Diluc Ragnvindr/Reader)

a/n: fasghadsa this is my thank-you fic for @poptartsthings for supporting my fics for the past year!!! thank you for the tips huhuhuhu ;;;—;;; hence, I wrote this diluc fic for *clears throat* "mommy milkers". Enjoy this self-aware yandere otome game!duke diluc ragnvindr!!!

unreliable synopsis: what if you got isekai-d in your favorite otome game and one of the Love Interests found out they aren’t a real person? (or, ya know, whatever the title said lmao)

"Bottoms up, Duke Ragnvindr!"

"No matter how enthusiastic you are, I remain inclined to think that this is a horrible idea, (Y/n)..."

Reluctantly swirling a small amount of fire-water while wearing gloves, the duke saw how the alcohol hardly made a wave. Unsatisfied, he diverted his attention and observed the NPC pour their drink.

"In all honesty, your grape juice is worth more than this, (Y/n)–"

"Shush!" With a flamboyant and dismissive wave, the generic common mob silenced one of the Main Characters. "Don't ruin the mood, now. I had to pull a few strings to get this bad boy right here. It’s such a shame that Mister “Best Boy” Albedo can't come, so we have to make sure I get my money’s worth off of these bottles. It’d be such a waste of francs."

"Wasted like the thousand francs wine you clumsily spilled last year?"

"Don't bring that up again, please."

"Why not?" He chuckled. "If you hadn't, I wouldn't have met you."

"If I hadn't, I would've been drinking with Villager B..." They muttered as they grabbed another glass from the cupboard.

He pretended not to have heard it.