If Only I Could,Id Make A Deal With God

If only I could, I’d make a deal with god…

- Running Up That Hill (A Deal with God) by Kate Bush

cliche romantic things with genshin characters !

AKA snippets from AU ideas that i am not ready to write out yet

w/ ei (slight angst), beidou and lisa (suggestive)

ei + slow dancing

"i don't know how to dance," you say. ei answers back with a smile, hand still outstretched. sighing, you reach out slowly, willing your feet to not trip you over.

she pulls you into her easily. "you don't have to know how to dance. just follow me." you feel her place a kiss against your cheek before she's whisking you around her chambers — a hand placed on your waist, and the other intertwined with your fingers.

it's quiet. it is in the dead of night in the shogun's chambers after all. a place where ei has shown you over and over again that she chooses you, above all else. the sound of hushed footfalls on wooden floors keeps a steady rhythm. she drops her other hand to your waist, silencing the movements. it takes you a moment to realise she's pulled you into a tight hug — face turned into your neck.

"ei?" you ask. "is something wrong?"

ei shakes her head. it's you that doesn't remember. you're not exactly who you were all those years ago, but when ei looks into your eyes and sees the mirth in your eyes whenever she speaks, she remembers. she can picture a time, a place, maybe even before the archon war where she's danced with you like this before. what a pleasant twist of fate to meet you again right after she's left her plane of euthymia.

although, ei grimaces as she remembers miko's smirk, hidden behind a well-placed hand. it's most likely not as much of a coincidence as she thinks. regardless, she's grateful.

"i'm glad you're here," is all ei says. one hand strokes your hair and the other running down your spine. she's always held you in this way, touching every part of you as though she's making sure you're real.

"i am too," you reply.

you'll stay this time, won't you? ei wants to ask, but she already knows the answer you'll give her. a tilt to your head, a frown as you try to piece together if you've ever made her doubt otherwise, before a small giggle as you stroke her cheek, promising her.

that's what these dances are — a reminder of promises made to each other on unforgettable nights just like these.

beidou + soft moments under moonlight

you see beidou's silhouette before she even sees you. she's perched on top of the cliff at guyun stone forest, gazing out to the sea. even from here, you can tell there's a wistfulness in her expression, similar to how she would look on the crux during long journeys.

"the moon is beautiful, isn't it?"

against all better odds, you flush. "don't say cheesy stuff like that when i'm sneaking up behind you."

beidou barks out a laugh, turning to face you and beckoning you over to her side. "how is he?" she asks, voice low. there's concern swimming over her face, and you know who she's talking about even without his name.

"kaedehara kazuha is doing... fine." you shrug. you can still picture the small boy with his anemo vision hanging from his hip, a hastily wrapped bandage around his wrist, looking all over the ship but really seeing anything. it's only when the crux's crew first sees the signs of liyue's shores that he opens up, hiding behind a mask of poetry and elegant lines. "he always seems to be looking for something thought." you finish.

"isn't that almost everyone who ends up joining the crux?" beidou peers at you knowingly, a smirk on her face.

you raise an eyebrow at her as she breaks out into laughter once again. there's something admirable about it. the way she takes, and gives, and cares, and her unfraid, unabashed laughter. it's been a long time since you've laughed like that. without knowing it, your fingers reach down to intertwine with hers, hearing beidou's chuckle cut short with a small "oh?"

"i haven't found what i'm looking for." you start, eyes focusing on your interlocked fingers and tracing your way up her arm to her face. your words catch in your throat as you take in her form — eye slightly hooded in fondness and her focus entirely on you. "but i think i'm pretty satisfied all the same."

beidou smiles in return. it's gentle and it's soft. "well, look at you go." there's a teasing glint as she glances between your lips and your eyes. "i think you've been hanging out too much with the new kid."

you roll your eyes with a giggle, knowing she means well. and when she catches your lips under the moonlight, putting everything she has in it, just like she does with anything important, you realise you don't really need to hear her say what she truly feels when it's always been so glaringly obvious in her actions.

lisa + taking care of you when you're sick

"i mean, really." lisa walks over to you with the scent of tea wafting through the air. "if you wanted me to take care of you, all you had to do was ask." there's a teasing lilt to her voice that you should have grown accustomed to by now, and yet, here you were, curling further into the sheets to hide the warmth spreading on your cheeks.

"don't you have to be at the library?" you murmur through the pain in your throat. your hand lifts up to massage it as though it'll ease the strain.

lisa responds with a tsk. "the library can certainly handle it's own for a few hours. besides," she continues. "if anything were to happen to the books while i was busy with more important things..."

you feel your skin tingle with her words. she doesn't need to finish her sentence for you to know the types of punishments she's referring to. there's a soft clink as the cup is settled down on your bedside table. the bed dips as lisa settles herself down with a quiet hmph. her cool hand tugs down your bedsheets just enough to reach your forehead.

"oh, you're really burning up." there's a quiet undertone of concern underneath her silky voice. it reminds you of other more intimate times when she's been worried about you.

not to be outdone, you swallow thickly through the pain in your throat. "it's because you're here."

silence falls between the two of you. you peek your head out from under the covers to see lisa’s reaction, and have just enough time to catch what seems to be purple lightning dancing across her eyes before she turns away, feigning a yawn.

“get well soon, darling.” her voice drops low dangerously. “you’re going to need all the rest you can get once i start toying with you again.”

“i miss having all your attention.” you send a half smirk her way, that you’re sure ends up looking more pained than flirtatious.

surprisingly, lisa doesn’t respond to you with any dangerously enticing lines, merely a sigh. “don’t you have all my attention now?” her hand strokes your cheek, tracing up to your hair and running down your arm in calming, repetitive strokes. lisa’s gaze settles upon you, and there’s a strange feeling in your chest at the fondness lurking in her eyes. “you disappeared for four days,” lisa says, closing her eyes in thought. “no one knew where you were, and all that time, you were just trying to recover from this horrible sickness by yourself. you can ask, you know?” she opens her eyes, staring at you unflinchingly. “no one in mondstadt is ever going to be too busy for you.”

there’s an unspoken suggestion underlying her words. ‘i’m never going to be too busy for you.’ you lean into her touch. “sorry.” you mutter softly into her hand. “i thought i could handle it.”

there’s no response from lisa, and slowly, but surely, you drift off to quiet humming and warm touches against your skin. lisa stays, placing a kiss on the top of your forehead once she’s sure you’re asleep, constantly reassuring herself that you’re here with her.

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pairing: morpheus x reader

summary: morpheus apologises to you (kind of)

word count: 1.1k+

Morpheus–prideful creature that he is–does not seek you out at first. He can still picture your teary eyes and angry words in retort to him dismissing your ideas. It’s not that he doesn’t know he’s insulted you in some way, but apologising is a whole different matter. An apology means admitting that he’s done something wrong. An apology is the last thing on his mind right now. 

That’s what he thinks and that’s what his mind settles on. He’s satisfied for the moment, until he nearly walks past your statue-like form in between one of the bookshelves of the library. You’re deep in thought, fingers tracing the spines of the books on the shelf one by one, searching. One of your arms is already wrapped around a dangerously tall stack of books. You’re still helping him look for information, even though he’s brushed you off. A strange constricting feeling settles in his chest. 

He’s certain that if he was close enough, he could hear you muttering the alphabet under your breath, trying to remember exactly where the book you’re looking for is held. He’s been staring for much too long, but you still haven’t looked up at him yet. He moves to leave. If you wanted to talk to him, you would have by now. It’s been two weeks after all. Two whole weeks of radio silence from your end. It’s almost like you’ve disappeared into the cracks of the library. 

Morpheus has seen Lucienne look at him almost pityingly over the past few days, although she absolutely divulges no information about your location since he hasn’t asked. But Morpheus absolutely will not ask, thank you very much. He’s been content in inquiring about you over the two weeks, asking if you were well, and Lucienne has simply told him that you were. And there hadn’t been any real reason to not believe her. But seeing you now, even from a distance, is different. 

You look tired, blinking fatigue out of your eyes and they’re ever so slightly puffy. Perhaps he should conjure up more comfortable spaces in the library for you to sleep in. He knows you’ve been spending all your time here, because he has yet to hear Lucienne tell him that you’re out of the library when he asks. 

“Morpheus?” 

He flinches at the formal tone in your voice. Morpheus’ eyes scan your form one more time, before meeting your gaze. You don’t look impressed at all – one eyebrow raised and your free hand now relaxing on top of the stack of books, facing him completely. 

You sigh. “If you’re looking for Lucienne, she’s further down that way.” You point to the right, turning your attention away from Morpheus. 

“I’ve already spoken to Lucienne.” He speaks calmly, not a single tone betraying the nervousness he feels at all. 

You stiffen, eyes still drawn to the books on the shelves, blinking furiously. “Well,” you glance towards him again. “I suppose I’ll move out of the way so you can find what you’re looking for.” Despite the neutral tone you try to use to pull yourself together, your voice cracks at the end of the sentence and your eyes are almost misty, trailed onto the floor in front of you. 

No. 

You curl your form around your armful of books, stepping past Morpheus quickly. And he knows immediately, knows that if he doesn’t say something now, then he might never get the chance to again. And if this final opportunity is lost then– 

“Wait.” 

To his surprise you stop in your tracks, but you’re still looking down towards the floor, avoiding his gaze at all costs. Your breathing has become shaky and uneven. You take a deep breath in, eyes closed, before looking directly at him. “Did you need something else?” 

“Yes.” You. He shuffles his feet and it makes you want to burst out into laughter. He looks so awkward, so clearly out of his comfort zone, that you can almost immediately guess what he’s finally got the courage to speak to you about. The hesitation in his words speaks volumes, along with a slight chill settling around the library as the sun begins to set earlier than it usually does. Inner torment. The Dreaming follows suit with his emotions, and it’s become a lot easier to read him since you’ve realised that. He speaks before you can. “It was wrong of me to deny your ideas so viciously.” 

The last rays of sunlight trickle through the windows, catching the inescapable fleeting pieces of dust in its grasp, surrounding your form. You look almost ethereal like this, especially once your eyes soften and your lips break into a half-hearted smile. The start of forgiveness. Although, to be fair, he would describe you as ethereal under any sort of lighting. He watches as your eyes harden and you almost turn away once again. “Your way worked in the end anyways, didn’t it? So, why bother–” 

“Because I hurt you.” 

The words stop you in your tracks, and you pause. Interruptions while you’re speaking are rare and Morpheus has always been polite, waiting for you to finish your ramblings before he gathers his thoughts together. He listens, and he remembers well. He steps closer to you, watching you for any kind of discomfort. Morpheus cautiously reaches out his hand to tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear. If you leaned forward just a little, you would be right up against him. Too bad that the books clutched in your hands set up a sort of barrier between the two of you. “I hurt you and I wish to reconcile that. It may not always seem like it, but I value your opinion and thoughts.” 

“Morpheus.” You say at last, eyes gazing up at him fondly. The light is so, so bright on your skin. “I know.” 

He straightens up a little, and you hadn’t even noticed he’d been moping and dragging his feet along the floor this whole time. His hands come up to grasp over yours under the books, tugging them out of your hands. You let out a noise of protest, but Morpheus doesn’t stop his actions. Whatever it was could wait. Whatever it was could not possibly be more important than him making up for lost time with you; right here and right now. 

Cold fingers brush your chin, tilting it upward to meet his gaze. He’s smiling. It’s the small smile that crosses his lips whenever he becomes pleasantly surprised or satisfied, but you’re not really able to look at it for too long because Morpheus–sometimes painfully awkward, and still trying to figure out how love with you works–leans down and presses his lips against yours. And well, you’re not really thinking too much of anything else after that. 

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