Helllooooo

helllooooo

— 「 JUST FIVE MORE MINUTES 」

in which you try to get your lover to stay in bed with you for five more minutes before he leaves for work

— happy birthday to this bastard

— im sorry i couldn't get you your weapon TT

— official birthday art from genshin twt

The job of the Acting Grand Sage was no easy task. Most of the time your lover would wake up at the crack of dawn, never forgetting to give you a kiss on the forehead and some breakfast for you to eat later. Only to come back from work at the dead hours of night when you're fast asleep.

Today was no different, even though it was his birthday.

"Five more minutes…"

Alhaitham froze in his place, hand midway from discarding the blanket on him. He sighed and tried to fight the urge to go back to bed. To go back into your loving and warm embrace that he ends up yearning throughout the day while at work.

Steeling his resolve, Alhaitham mustered a simple "I need to go to work" as his excuse. He found the way your nose scrunched up in annoyance cute as you swatted his hand away when he tried to pet your head.

"But it's your birthday, can't you take the day off?"

"Today is like any other day, so no, I can't."

The soft pout at his disregard of his own special day made you chuck a pillow at his face but he effortlessly caught it in one hand. An amused smile as he leaned his weight on his free hand. "You seem awfully keen on getting me to stay." He said, the amused smile still present on his face when you plopped all your weight on top of him. A poor attempt at getting him to stay in bed with you.

Turquoise eyes with a soft gaze that can always make your heart melt was one of the things you bragged about every chance you can get. To have the stoic and poised Alhaitham become nothing but a romantic mess in your hands, it truly was something to brag about.

"What do you want for your birthday?" you asked, sitting up and being face to face with him. He caressed your cheek with the softest touch and most loving expression on his face.

"What's there to wish for when I have everything I could ever ask for?"

'This smooth bastard..'

You only rolled your eyes and tried to get out of bed but a pair of strong arms that encircled your waist pulled you back down.

"Didn't you say you had work to do?"

"They can survive a couple minutes without me around."

Silver strands of hair tickled the side of your neck as he continued to nuzzle his face into you. An endearing habit he did when he felt clingy.

"Just five more minutes. Then I'll leave."

"Why not just stay with me for the day?"

"Hmm.." He hummed, playing with your fingers. A dazed look in his eyes, you noticed. "Just five more minutes.."

You sighed, shoulders slumping down in victory.

He might have said five more minutes, but once those five minutes pass he'll continue to say 'five more minutes' until he eventually falls asleep.

"Alright, just five more."

Patting his head that was still nuzzled on your shoulder, you pressed a soft kiss on his head. Massaging his scalp every so often, luring him deeper into slumber.

"I know what you're trying to do, you know."

"Is it working?"

Turquoise eyes peeked at you, an amused smile greeted you as you continued to pet his hair.

"Yes. Yes it is."

Victory indeed.

alhaitham couldn't help but admire how the golden rays of the setting sun bathed your sleeping form that draped over his body, your head resting on his chest (that he does not understand your obsession with), he was helpless at the way his heart skips a beat at how positively ethereal you look.

sighing, he slowly closed the book so he doesn't rouse you with his movements. he refused to read it to you aloud when you first snuggled up to him in bed, but all it took was one look from you and the adorable pout on your lips (that he had to hold himself back from kissing you breathless) coupled with a sweet "but i love it when you read to me, it makes me feel so relaxed" for his resolve to crumble.

“i told you you'd fall asleep halfway like you always do.” alhaitham spoke softly, running his fingers through your hair.

you stir in your sleep, making him freeze, but you just mumble something about cats and tea before nuzzling your cheek against his chest.

"though i guess i can never deny you of anything can i?" he simply chuckles to himself, wondering what you could possibly be dreaming about.

pressing a soft kiss against the crown of your head, alhaitham wraps his arms around you as he feels sleep slowly takes it claim over him. "i love you, (y/n)."

together alone.

a (very late) valentine’s day post dedicated to (almost) all of the genshin boys! just a few soft moments written for each of them.

ft. aether, albedo, alhaitham, childe, cyno, dainsleif, diluc, heizou, kaeya, kazuha, scaramouche, tighnari, venti, xiao & zhongli.

warnings : fluff here, fluff there, fluff everywhere, the tiniest of hints of angst in venti’s & zhongli’s (when you squint), slightly suggestive in aether’s, dainsleif’s kaeya’s & scaramouche’s, lmk if there’s anything i’d miss!

aether.

your hands tether themselves to his hips, and he slightly stiffens at the feeling. not to say he’s unfamiliar with it… but he’s pretty much unfamiliar with the sudden spike of heat that surged in his skin just then. and, of course, you noticed it. and with much fervor, you tug himself closer to you, hipbones against one another - that only sets off dusty pink on his skin as he quickly looks at you, only to meet the amusement stirring in your eyes.

albedo.

eyes of translucent snow stares at you - all of you, from your facial features, his hands lightly skimming, to the contours of your body, of which starts to heat up the more he continued his ministrations. that is, until he takes up your hand, and presses his lips to your knuckles - the bud of heat blooms from there on. and noting the slight shiver of your shoulders, he hums, and that's when you know that he's not going to let go of you anytime soon. and the way his hands tightens on, a so subtle tighter, says enough.

alhaitham.

you cup his cheeks, and it coaxes a look of slight curiosity, his eyes on you and you alone as you then caress his skin the pads of your thumbs. it only took a few ministrations, so soft, so gentle that he barely felt the warmth of your skin prick his, for him to realize that he made a miscalculation on his part. keyword: realize. he’d long acknowledged this as the likely of possibilities: you sitting on his lap, legs on either side of his hips, as you indulge yourself in your own curiosities. and him, also indulging you by letting you have your way.

childe.

arms around you, hands tethered to your waist, as they shift to the hems of your shirt, stroking your skin underneath. the icy tips of his fingers elicited a shiver that shook your spine, but it melted away, as does snow whenever the sun shone, when he nestled himself in the nook of your neck. and he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, a puff of air that spilled over your skin. in this moment, within the four corners of a home you’ve shared with him, it slowed, an air of tranquility lingering within the two of you.

cyno.

a peck on the tip of you nose. innocent. light. at first, of course. it took you by surprise nonetheless, a swirl of happiness stirring in your chest as you smile at him. and, as if infectious, he, too, felt that feeling in him. and so, he continues to indulge himself. with a hand stroking along your jawline, fingers that has lost its softness a long time ago tracing out your features, he peppers you with his small, fleeting affections. on your forehead, temples, your brows, eyelids… and so on.

dainsleif.

in lieu of silence that typically accompanies a night, it was soft sounds in a tandem that whisked away the tranquility. lips on his, you swallow his attempts in taking in a breath, and feel the smoothness, as well as the torn skin from the times he bit them in habit. before you found yourself too deep in the feeling, he taps on your shoulder three times, and it was enough for you to lean back, giving both him and you some much needed space (and air.) the only source of light was the moon itself, and you gave it your thanks as it let you see the heat that crawls up his skin, his neck, and to bloom across his cheeks.

diluc.

fire crackles. so does you, as his touches stoke a fervor within you. it starts off with him holding out his hand in a subtle-not-so-subtle way; an invitation for you that you accept . and it always ends up with you slowly, but surely, slipping in your fingers into his glove, which elicits a slight dust of red on his skin. you continue to do so, feeling the callouses of the palm of his hand, as well as his knuckles becoming taut to then relax for a bit.

heizou.

he has you straddling him, his hands on your hips to stabilize you, as you kiss a bit just shy of his eyes - to be exact, his beauty marks, one underneath his each of his eye. his skin faintly flushes from all of the attention, only making those features of his stand out a bit more, which coaxes a smile to spread your lips. out of thin air, he leans in, pecks just shy of that spot between your jawline and your neck, and falls back just as quickly. when witnessing the look of lost on you, he lets out a chuckle, and one of a mischievous, carefree child.

kaeya.

fingertips as wintry as hoarfrost itself melts when they touch your skin, the temperature rising up a bit when he warms his hands underneath the thin fabric of your shirt. you, on the other hand, tries not shiver every time his fingers brush along the side of your waist, your hips, and how he mistakenly grazes your spine. you’d forgive him every time though, when he lips presses against yours in a silent, gentle apology.

kazuha.

the sea’s breath of salt drifts onto the shore, bringing in the air, crisp, refreshing, to you and him, standing on the lines of sand and sea. hand in his, fingers closed in, he takes it to his lips and place a peck there, knowing that a tepidness that only he could plant blooms in place. and so it does, the simplest of acts able to fluster you - the lack of light hinders him not, for only he, the stars that lit the canopy of a night, whispers of the sea a backdrop, is a witness to it.

scaramouche.

it pours; the soft pattering of rain starts. and, for now, you find yourself underneath his hat, acting as an umbrella for the time-being. the proximity of you two sets you in a haze, a fog straying in; droplets dripping off of his skin, locks of his indigo hair clinging onto his temples, his clothes tightly— you hear a huff and that’s all it took to tug you out of your thoughts. when you lift your eyes, your breath hitches when his eyes were already on you - and it swirls of amusement, a smirk splitting his lips. he knows.

tighnari.

the scent of nectar. slithering ivy. a distant cry of a stream coursing. it all filled your senses, eyes and ears, as the life of nature stirred about. the one thing that prevented you from taking a closer look at it all was a tuft of a tail curled around your wrist, firm. (let’s leave alone how soft it felt to the touch though.) you look from the world around you to tighnari, who seems to be in thought, with the way his lips pursed, biting almost. and, to prevent that, you simply pat him on the head, softly scratching the back of his ears. you think he’d like it, if the way he stiffens, eyes slightly wide as it steers to you, is any indication.

venti.

wisps of wind drifted through your hair, immediately setting you at ease with the lightness of the breeze that dances almost childishly, carefree into the leaves aloft of you. the windrise tree grants company, comfort for those who come, and that, too, comes true to venti as well. he long sees you, and from his place among the roots, floats along the air to be carried to you - only, he stays afloat, a few inches from you.

you tilt your head, a bit confused at what he’s thinking, with the small smile he has on his face, when all he does was nestle himself in your arms. the coolness that he brought along with him was not unwelcome, if anything, nice as venti stayed still in your arms. you held him and fell into a silence meant for the two of you. (you chose not to note how his hands tightens on you in each and every passing second.)

xiao.

night enraptures the two of you, yes - short blades of grass brushing along your skin, a trickling stream nearby, a breeze whistling to the leaves aloft of you, shivering - but it's you who enraptures him far more. his hand tapped on yours, tenacious, lightly, as it asks for nothing but your attention. and so you did, meeting his eyes - that of lanterns lit with life.

the utter trust that he sees in you was enough for him to almost recoil, his fingers folding into the plan of his hand, before you take it in a swift motion. he couldn’t hold back the air that left his lips, both at the sudden action and at the tepidness of your fingers sliding between the spaces of his, closing in, and locked in your hold (and if he was to be lying amid the grass, he wouldn’t it rather be anyone else.)

zhongli.

a stream of smoke, something that comes close to sandalwood permeating the air around him. that and the feel of you, the dips and groves of your body underneath his hands, released from the confines of his gloves for the time-being. the proximity with the two of you is intimate, tender, as he finds a space by your side, and you by his. even then, you couldn’t hold back the bubble of laughter that stirs in your chest, feeling a bit ticklish. and his eyes softens from that and that alone, the sound forever kept within the recesses of his mind.

girls night out 💖💄🌙 #SailorMoon

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I hope you receive lots of love this upcoming valentines 💝💐🐰