Nepenthe

nepenthe

Warning: slight angst/ much comfort - sfw, domestic (unconditional love), character perspective | sending love to our sad boys 

character x GN reader | anthology

Includes: Childe, Dainsleif, Diluc, Kaeya

Hope.

A dying concept. One withering away slowly, painfully, until nothing but the hollow truth is left behind. Hope is debilitating - so why not let it go?

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EN kaeya animation again bc.. him……

You’re on your phone, curled up on your side when the door opens.

The bedroom is bathed in the dim yellow of a lamp, while a mellow playlist sings out from a nearby speaker. Outside, the rain is tapping, gentle but insistent, against the glass of the window pane. The arrival of summer storms always makes you just a bit sentimental — they make you think of lazy Augusts in Monstandt growing up, free from the shackles of school work and the damp grass tickling your ankles.

You’ve been in Liyue many years now, and still the recollection persists; you’ve always been a creature of nostalgia, of sights and scents and feelings long since pressed into the scrapbook of memories.

The bed shifts, the weight of another person making it dip and sag. You let out a huff, chuckling when hands slide under your shirt, wrap around your waist. “Took your time.” you murmur, but let out a louder little giggle when lips press against the back of your ear. 

“You’re so ticklish.” Zhongli speaks into the warmth of your skin and you can feel the hum of it seep underneath. “Missed you today.”

It was Sunday, his busiest day. You missed him too.

Your fingers lace together over your stomach, and for the first few minutes, you both simply bask in each other’s presence, re-fitting yourselves around each other as if you’d forgotten in the hours you spent apart. The honeymoon phase, Hu Tao called it, and while you pout at the term, Zhongli just laughs and buries his face in your hair, delighted.

“You’re my honey, anyway,” Zhongli tells you, making you splutter and blush.

Oh well. If it makes him happy, you’re not going to contest.

Zhongli is tracing sweet little spirals on up and down your stomach, and you want to roll your eyes, give Zhongli an impatient glare, but you’re enjoying the ministrations far too much to protest. You make a small noise, instead, and drop your phone so your eyes can flutter closed and fully experience every touch and stroke that your boyfriend seems insistent on giving you.

You tilt your head back so that Zhongli can scrape teeth and tongue down the column of your neck, exhaling at the way each pressed kiss sends want to curl in your gut. After his workday ends, you’re free to do whatever you want to each other, and you don’t mind admitting how much you love to push the limit of whatever Zhongli is willing to give. 

Besides, you both have very few things you can call yours to begin with. A little mark or two won’t hurt.

“I have an early start tomorrow,” you sigh, breath starting to quicken. You shake off Zhongli’s hands to reach around behind him, keeping him in place by locking your fingers at the point of his nape. “We can’t do too much.” Still, the little moan that escapes you when Zhongli’s thumbs wander up to flick and rub at your nipples betray your true sentiments. “I mean it.”

“Y/N,” Zhongli says, a whine colouring his tone. He pulls you closer, brings you so that every inch of your back is pressed against his chest. He’s shirtless again, you notice, woeful. “It’s been so long, I’m starting to forget the feeling of being inside you.”

It makes you want to break. It makes you want to be broken.

But you have so many errands to do tomorrow, and it’s only the fact that you haven't seen him all day that you’re even home and not elsewhere, poring over whatever menial task Keqing has given you.

“Tomorrow babe, I promise,” you say, and you turn around slowly in the circle of his arms so that you can tell Zhongli your next words to his face. 

You know even before opening your eyes that the other is pouting, the plump jut of his bottom lip and his furrowed brow greeting you when your gazes meet; an enamoured laugh escapes you. He’s just so damn cute. Like this, you know you’re adored. Like this, you know you’re wanted.

“I missed you too, you know,” you whisper, assurance spilling fervently and easy from your lips. “I don’t want you to think I don’t.” you lean forward to kiss him, light and chaste, the sweet sound of it softly punctuating your sentences. “I just want to finish this one thing first.”

Zhongli is so wide that when he flattens his palms across your lower back to pull you closer together, he almost fully envelopes you in his arms. You’d hate to admit it to anyone, but it’s one of your favourite things, to be encompassed by Zhongli, to feel completely surrounded and not be cognizant of where he ends and where you begin. 

It’s intoxicating, to be cherished like this. You inhales; cotton, musk, citrus. You give him a tiny grin before reaching up to cup his face in your palms, squeezing gently. Affection makes your heart sing. That’s your whole world in your hands.

Zhongli wrinkles his nose at you, before pressing your foreheads together, understanding.

“It’s okay, I get it,” he says, and you know he does. You’re both terrible at keeping a sustainable work-life balance, but ever since you started dating officially, you both promised to try. “Tomorrow, then.”

You inhale sharply, eyes fluttering shut when you feel Zhongli press his nose to yours, the little touches leaving you breathless. You bite your lip, yearning to have him inch just a bit closer. It’s so intimate it makes heat sear up your neck, settle around the tips of your ears. Oh, you want this. You want him.

“Can I still kiss you though?” Zhongli whispers.

Please, you try to say, but you’re already surging forward to slot your lips together, jaw falling open so Zhongli can slide his tongue into your mouth, wet and silky. You moan, tangling your legs so that they’re entwined, inseparable. “Babe,” you whine, as Zhongli nips at your bottom lip with his teeth. “Please. Don’t stop.”

“Can’t, won’t stop,” Zhongli murmurs, pressing wet open-mouthed kisses all over your face. “Want you. Always want you.”

The words make your heart stutter, stop, restart. You’re never taking this for granted, Zhongli’s unrelenting, steady adoration. And you know he feels the same about you.

“Want you too.”

You roll over until Zhongli’s body settles over yours, pressing you lightly into the mattress. Zhongli nudges your knees apart so he can tug them around his waist, encouraging you to lock your ankles together at the small of his back. 

Leaning down, Zhongli finds his way back to your mouth, and the blood coursing through your veins feel like molten gold when he licks into it, curls his tongue around yours; it’s dizzying, almost, feeling the weight of his desire in the spit-slick glide of his lips, in the velvet thickness of your shared breaths. 

You never want to be unburdened of it.

You kiss like this, slow and sensual, the desaturated yellow glow of the bedroom filling your head with a pleasant hazy buzz. Hands stroke without intention, content to simply feel muscles ripple and flex underneath fingertips. The music playing on the speaker has faded into silence, and only the occasional giggle interrupts the sound of your lips meeting over and over, in the quiet of the space between.

Eventually, the pulsing ache tightening your gut peters out into warm embers, and you both become content to just press your lips together as exhaustion makes your eyelids start to droop and arms heavier to lift.

“Babe, m’sleepy,” you say drowsily; you yawn against his mouth, making the other snicker into the side of your throat.

“Me too,” Zhongli says, after his chuckles die out. He guides your head to lay on his shoulder, tucking it neatly under his chin. “It’s late, anyway. We should sleep. You have an early start.”

You’re barely conscious now, but you still pucker your lips so that you can place a soft smooch on whatever patch of skin you can reach. Your mouth feels tingly, pleasantly so. “Turn off the light before you drift off, please,” you murmur, before placing your hand on his chest. Like this, you think you can feel Zhongli’s heartbeat against your palm, pounding lightly underneath his ribcage.

How sweet, you muse, your thoughts starting to split and scatter in the moments before slumber. But aren’t you forgetting anything?

Your head jerks, just a bit, when you remember. 

Oh. How could you forget?

“Love you. Goodnight.”

It’s only when you feel a kiss pressed to your brow and you hear words whispered into the crown of your head that you deem it safe to go to sleep now. These are the sights, the scents, the sounds you keep close, intrinsic to the person you were, you are, you hope you always will be.

“I love you too.”

I hope you’re doing well, could you write for Scaramouche where the reader kisses his insecurities away-

Have a good day!!

KISSING HIS INSECURITIES AWAY

a/n: hope this is sufficient 😭 can’t wait for his voice lines to be released so we have a better understanding of his character

notes: reader works for fatui

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you and scara had been together for just barely a year now, and yet, scara still didn’t quite believe it. you noticed it when he didn’t react well to your touches in the beginning, inching his cheek away or jerking his hand from yours. but as the months passed and seasons changed he slowly let you in. even if that only meant getting to hold his callused hand for an extra few seconds.

you knew of his past and knew when you should stop prying, but sometimes you wished he would let you in. you had to roll your words in your mouth to see how they feel before letting them go, just to be certain scara understood how much you cared for him and wouldn’t judge. it was a slow process, but you were willing to wait.

you were both out on a mission and had separated from your crew to let them do the dirty work, perks of being in a relationship with a harbinger was that he went easy on you. if they needed help they’d call so for the most part you and scara wandered around the premise as you both competed against each other to kill any enemies in your way.

when nightfall came you both slumped against a tree, your breath visible in the air from the cold wind. scara was beside you drawing circles in the dirt, gazing elsewhere.

his other hand was free so you reached over and laced your fingers with his. you felt his body go stiff before he let you lock your fingers with his and rub your thumb against his palm.

“why do you try?” he asks, his voice mellow.

“what do you mean?” you hum, observing the chipped nail polish you had begged him to let you do the other week.

“try with me,” he adds, “it’s pointless.”

you turned to look at him, but his eyes were still downward. the light from the moon lets you see the pale glow of his skin and the bags under his eyes.

“you’re not pointless,” you slowly say, not knowing where he was going with this.

he looks down at your interlocked hands.

“i’m holding my breath every day, waiting for when you inevitably leave.”

“i’m not going to,” you easily assure.

“that’s what everyone else said,” scara dryly laughs, voice empty, “I have no clue how to do this shit. You know I’m a literal puppet. I’m not meant to love.”

“everyone deserves a chance to be loved,” you start, pulling his palm to your lips and letting them graze his knuckles, “i’m gonna stay and show you.”

he finally turns his gaze towards you, eyeing your hand in his.

“i don’t believe you,” he says, leaning his head on bark of the tree.

“I’ll keep trying until you do,” you hum, taking your free hand and maneuvering yourself so you’re straddling his lap. one hand holding his and the other grazing his cheek.

he raises a brow at you, his other hand instinctively holding your waist.

you lean down and place a chaste kiss on each of his cheeks and watch in glee as they bloom pink. his grip on your waist hardens and you take that as an encouragement to continue. you move your lips to his jaw and leave a trail of kisses down to his chin. and finally, you give him a kiss.

at first, he doesn’t respond. but after a few seconds, he pushes you up closer to him and kisses back with more fervor. his fingers interlace with yours and you only pull back for a breath.

“believe me now?” you whisper, curling a strand of his hair behind his ear.

“i’m not sure,” he starts, “you’ll need to do it a few more time,” he adds, a sly smile upturning his lips.

you give him a half-hearted shove but ultimately fulfill his request.

a/n: hope you approved anon 💓 if anyone has requests i’ve opened them^^ ty for reading and here’s to hoping tumblr doesn’t fuck up the layout of this 🍻

Sunshine

small pregnancy mention. boyfriend!kiyoomi part III!!

There’s a feminine voice coming from the bathroom when Atsumu enters his hotel suite.

“Don’t you think you’re being just a little over dramatic?”

There’s a light sound of clanking when he sets his overnight bag to the side, water running and the sound of fizzling foam. Sakusa’s feet make shadows under the door as Atsumu creeps closer, and shallows his breathing to effectively eavesdrop.

“No.” He huffs like he’s pouting, and the voice giggles. “I’m gonna die here, you know. I hate sharing a room.”

“Mmh.” You hum. “Does that apply to me?”

“You’re different.”

Atsumu gapes a little.

There’s… no way Omi’s gone and found himself a girlfriend. No way. I mean, sure, his body’s a ten but-

“You’ll live, baby. I promise.” Your voice breaks a little from the wavering reception of the hotel suite. “Plus, Miya’s your friend. Better him than anyone else, huh?”

Sakusa huffs. “Yeah, but he’s a pig. At least Shoyo-kun knows not to leave his dirty socks laying around.”

Atsumu grins. He didn’t disagree! Before furrowing again. Wait, he calls him Shoyo-kun?

“Doesn’t that guy also stay up till like 3am? I remember you being really grumpy about that last time you shared a room.”

Wait, last season?

“Yeah.” Sakusa sighs, and there’s a rush of water that muffles him for a moment. Muted voices cottoned by white noise and Atsumu nearly starts to back away when the water finally stops.

“I miss you so much.” He hears clear as day, but even then Atsumu debates if he imagined it.

“I miss you too, Omi.” You sigh, a faint rustling hissing through his speaker. “It’s just three days. Then I’ll be all over you again.”

“I’m looking forward to it.”

Atsumu blows out a breath through his nose. This is definitely his girlfriend. He’s never heard Omi speak like this to anybody. - And he’s seen him with his mom before. Hearing Omi talk so sweetly almost makes him feel like his brain is making it up, and he’s all but pressing his head against the door just to be sure that this is a real thing.

“‘You eaten yet by the way? I can send you some money so you can-“

“I’ve eaten, baby, yes.” You chuckle. “What is your deal? Money’s not a love language, you know. - My friends think you’re my sugar daddy.”

“I’m a pro athlete.” He says frankly. “And I don’t like seeing you spend your hard earned cash when you could be spending mine.”

“What’ll be the point of me working then?”

“Exactly, quit your job.” And the way he says it has you full out laughing.

“You know, if you’re gonna turn me into a housewife, I’d like to see a ring first.”

Sakusa’s voice sounds muffled under a towel when he retorts. “That can be arranged.”

You guffaw this time, a little airy, a little ugly. “Yeah? Well the sooner you get home the sooner you can make an honest woman outta me. Hell, next thing I know you’ll have me barefoot and pregnant.”

“Don’t just say things like that, I can’t get off with Atsumu in the same room as me.”

“Goodbye, Kiyoomi.”

“Wait, wait, wait!” And the desperation in his friend's voice nearly inclines him to audibly scoff in disbelief. This guy’s really hooked, huh?

“Yeah, sunshine?”

“I love you.”

Atsumu starts to choke on his spit.

Laptop

“how much do you love me?”

in which you question the extent of their love out of the blue.

characters; scaramouche, cyno, tighnari, alhaitham, kaveh

; gn! reader, fluff, crack, uh, idk just sumeru men sexy. first time writing kaveh too!

SCARAMOUCHE stares at you. boredly. unamusedly. unimpressed. er, disappointed even. he's having trouble deciding if he should ignore you or not for deciding to distract him from his paperwork. he decides the latter with a sigh. “do you want me to be brutally honest?” brutally honest? is he hinting at some implication that he doesn't actually love you?! what the hell? with gritted teeth and a newfound insecurity, you nod with uncertainty.

“go for it.”

a smirk creeps on his lips as a dark expression etches itself on his face, staring at you with a level of seriousness. “i'd brawl with celestia for you.” his hands find yours, clasping it tightly in his as he breathes a vow—a promise, even. “if you were somehow taken away from me, even i am quite unsure of what kind of being i'd become.”

ah...you sweatdrop at the dedication he's willing to offer. he sounded a bit scary, borderline creepy but it's just scaramouche being your sweetie pie, haha! nothing new, am i right? anyway, he does seem to love you quite a bit—you're unsure if you should be relieved or not.

his other arm lazily warps around your shoulder as he presses his cheek against yours, his eyes shutting in content at the warmth of your skin. “but then again, there are times where i just kinda wish to throw you off a cliff. you can be quite annoying sometimes, darling. ”

“you—!” he cuts you off with a press of his lips to yours. chu~ ;>

CYNO ponders the question for a bit too long—you're afraid that he might've taken the question a bit too seriously. he could've just said something bland and cheesy like “more than anything” and you still would've swooned like a teenage girl. after all, who wouldn't? the general mahamantra—well, if people weren't so busy fearing him, they probably would've been admiring his pretty face instead.

“i love you a lot, that's for sure. though i'm not quite sure how to measure it...”

oh, dear cyno. your heart clenches at his thoughtful words. “haha, i thought you were trying to find a joke to go along with my question or something.”

“why would i do that? my love for your isn't something to laugh about,” he pauses, eyes flickering towards you for a moment, a glint you know all too well present in his eyes.

“though,” he starts with a small grin, “if you want to hear a joke or two, i've got the ones just for you.”

it's plural?! oh no. D:

TIGHNARI doesn't peel his eyes away from the research paper before him, nonchalantly replying in a heartbeat—“i love you enough to date you, apparently.”

you outwardly huff at his boring answer, staring at the ceiling boredly as you lie in his bed. tighnari isn't quite the charmer, you guess. but then again, you probably wouldn't have dated him if he wasn't being his sassy self. “is that so.” your tone comes out more disappointed than you intended.

unbeknownst to you, his ear twitches at the lack of enthusiasm in your tone. his gaze finally removing itself from the papers in his desk to look at you from over his shoulder. he sees you staring at the ceiling, sprawled out all over his bead while humming a random tune out of boredom.

“you didn't get the meaning behind my words, did you?”

your head turns to him in utter confusion, your gaze meeting his unamused expression. “huh?”

a sigh leaves his lips as he turns back to his desk, resuming his paperwork as your gaze burns into his back.

thinking he had dismissed the subject completely, you pout at the lack of explanation, opening your mouth to ask what he meant before he abruptly cuts you off with another twitch of his ears.

“fennec foxes mate for life.”

oh. oh. :o

ALHAITHAM peers at you with a raised brow. “are you asking for an exact estimation or?” this dude you swear—

“it's not like you can calculate love, dummy.” you slap his arm lightly as you huff out a laugh at his words, “i'm simply asking for a metaphor. or at least, what's the most you'd do for me out of pure love.”

“care to give an example?”

you press a finger to your chin as you walk beside him, “hmm...i love you enough that i'd give up my position in the akademiya if it meant to spend more time you!”

“that sounds unreasonable.” he replies without hesitation, a concerned frown forming on his face. “you should work on your time management instead of giving up your studies—”

“i-it's just a reference for what i would do for you, calm down...”

“i can assist you. i'll help you make schedule right now if you want to.” he whips out a piece of paper and a pen from nowhere, surprising you greatly. where'd he get that from?! “here, you wake up at around 7 am, right? give your studies about 8 hours of your day—the average time a scholar needs, then you can spend about 4 to 6 hours with me daily without problem. in our time together we could go out and eat, maybe even do your homework so you could add an extra hour with me if so—”

sadly, you never got an answer. :(

KAVEH immediately goes “i love you more than anything in the world!” yes, it's bland and cheesy like i mentioned earlier. and yes, he's going to be proud of it too. extra points for the confidence(?)

would definitely press kisses onto your face afterwards, hugging you tightly in his arms. “ahh, you're so cute that it's impossible that i'd choose anything else over you.”

“is that so?” you ask innocently as you tilt your head, staring into his eyes. “would that mean you'll finally join me in the upcoming event that alhaitham will be co-hosting?” you almost laugh at the way his expression drops.

“aha—that's...”

“oh, c'mon! you love me more than anything, right? that also includes putting your hatred for alhaitham at bay just to keep me company, riiiight?”

“m-maybe there are a few exceptions—” he really doesn't want to see that guy more than necessary!

you lean closer to him, cupping his cheek with a smile. “even if i give you a kiss now?”

“—nevermind! i'll join you!”

yes, i hc kaveh is a simp <3