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difficult.

pairing: kamisato ayato x reader

word count: 4.3k

synopsis: it’s no secret that kamisato ayato is a difficult man  — both to handle and to please. somehow, he only gets more difficult when sick, but you find that you don’t quite mind

a/n: sequel can be found here!

If someone were to ask you what it’s like serving under the esteemed Yashiro Commissioner himself, your answer would probably be that he is a difficult man.

You’re sure that the Kanjou Commissioner and Tenryou Commissioner would agree with you — both seem as though they have a rather pointy bone to pick with your lord, and knowing him, there is probably a wide variety of reasons with how often he muses about stepping on their toes. The Guuji of the Grand Narukami Shrine seems to think the same, referring to your master as ‘that Yashiro brat’ or ‘the Kamisato rascal’, whenever you’re sent to deliver missives or letters on his behalf. Although she’s never explicitly mentioned that she’s speaking about your master, it is quite obvious that the one she’s speaking about isn’t your lady Ayaka. Still, the most prominent of all his victims, however, would be poor Thoma — the savoury mizu manju your master had tried making really hadn’t sat well with his stomach, much to no one’s surprise.

For you, however, he’s difficult for a completely different reason.

“I know I’m considered to be quite the conventionally attractive looker,” the source of your current headache says, voice breathless yet still dripping slick with honeyed amusement that makes your irritation flare, “but this is just a little inappropriate, don’t you think, my dear?”

You make a lunge for him over his desk, but he manages to evade you far too skillfully for your liking. If someone were to walk in on the two of you right now, they would surely be stunned by the sight they’re greeted with: the ever composed Yashiro Commissioner with his clothes rumpled, face flushed and collar slipping down dangerously one shoulder, while his personal aide glares at him with an expression brimming over with ire.

“It wouldn’t have to be—” you say flatly, attempting a surprise grab for his sleeve that he dodges, silk fabric slipping between your fingers, “—if you would just sit still and let me take your temperature, milord. This is hardly how any self respecting adult should be acting, let alone the head of the Kamisato Clan.”

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JUST GET MARRIED ALREADY

difficult.

pairing: kamisato ayato x reader

word count: 4.3k

synopsis: it’s no secret that kamisato ayato is a difficult man  — both to handle and to please. somehow, he only gets more difficult when sick, but you find that you don’t quite mind

a/n: sequel can be found here!

If someone were to ask you what it’s like serving under the esteemed Yashiro Commissioner himself, your answer would probably be that he is a difficult man.

You’re sure that the Kanjou Commissioner and Tenryou Commissioner would agree with you — both seem as though they have a rather pointy bone to pick with your lord, and knowing him, there is probably a wide variety of reasons with how often he muses about stepping on their toes. The Guuji of the Grand Narukami Shrine seems to think the same, referring to your master as ‘that Yashiro brat’ or ‘the Kamisato rascal’, whenever you’re sent to deliver missives or letters on his behalf. Although she’s never explicitly mentioned that she’s speaking about your master, it is quite obvious that the one she’s speaking about isn’t your lady Ayaka. Still, the most prominent of all his victims, however, would be poor Thoma — the savoury mizu manju your master had tried making really hadn’t sat well with his stomach, much to no one’s surprise.

For you, however, he’s difficult for a completely different reason.

“I know I’m considered to be quite the conventionally attractive looker,” the source of your current headache says, voice breathless yet still dripping slick with honeyed amusement that makes your irritation flare, “but this is just a little inappropriate, don’t you think, my dear?”

You make a lunge for him over his desk, but he manages to evade you far too skillfully for your liking. If someone were to walk in on the two of you right now, they would surely be stunned by the sight they’re greeted with: the ever composed Yashiro Commissioner with his clothes rumpled, face flushed and collar slipping down dangerously one shoulder, while his personal aide glares at him with an expression brimming over with ire.

“It wouldn’t have to be—” you say flatly, attempting a surprise grab for his sleeve that he dodges, silk fabric slipping between your fingers, “—if you would just sit still and let me take your temperature, milord. This is hardly how any self respecting adult should be acting, let alone the head of the Kamisato Clan.”

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GDJHDD I FINALLY FINISHED THE VIKTOR/AETHER FIC!!

Warnings: none

Summary: Aether has visited the cathedral many times, but this time he's wobbly on his feet, eyes tired and dull. Viktor takes care of that because he can't handle the nonexistent self-care skills the traveler has.

Link:

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Burn out..

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A/n: Death, and blood<3

Part one/masterlist: Burn out Chapter 1

Paimon looked confused.. They looked around and realized it was a dream. Paimon looked at Aether tilting their head if this was a dream yet again.

"Paimon… '' Aether said in a low voice in sadness, "Aether! Pls don't leave me" paimon grabbed Aether and hugged him tight. Aether was shocked at the sudden touch but quickly pats paimon's head.

"paimon… pls promise me that you won't leave me.." Aether whispered while hugging Paimon on the verge of tears. Paimon wasn't good at comforting since the lack of friends but since they met Aether they met so many friends and they are thankful.

So thankful…..

As the two stopped hugging they heard a shout from captain beiduo that they arrived in inazuma. Both walked out of the room but paimon noticed that aether has red circles below his eyes. Paimon was worried again and spaced out.

Is it because of me?

What did I do?

What did I say?

It's my fault….

Paimon's attention was taken when she felt a hand on their head, it was Beiduo. "Come on kiddo, don't worry about it." "U saw those eye bags and I think it's best if we give Traveler some space is gifts to cheer and give them some time to thing ey?" Beidou grinned happily and paimon looked at her in awe for being so positive.

Well… so many happy memories yet why?

Why did you kill me….

Aether….

ꪗꪮꪊ ρ᥅ꪮꪑ꠸ᦓꫀᦔ! ( You promised )

Paimon followed Aether and they are now on the docks with a person waiting.. His name is Thoma from what paimon could recall. As Aether was walking around, Paimon got lost by the smell of food. As Paimon went another direction, they seemed so distracted they didn't see Aether look at them and left.

Oh Paimon's great fear…

Abandoned.

As hours went by and it's evening Paimon was left in the streets and still in the city. They kept getting chased by guards around the city when Paimon was trying to find Aether. Paimon laid on the grass and cried. Cried because they couldn't find Aether anymore. Paimon's mind filled with negative thoughts when they closed their eyes to sleep. Paimon sobbed and kept saying it's their fault that they were hungry.

Paimon's mind was full of negativity, stomach empty and growling, body shivering because it's cold at night in inazuma. Paimon wanted to go back to Aether again and be warm with him, but full of regret and blamed themselves for being selfish and wanted food.

It's now morning in Inazuma, and it felt dull for Paimon. They didn't want to wake up, they wanted Aether. Paimon didn't notice nor feel when someone carried them somewhere. Paimon felt like it's Aether, Paimon wanted to cry in tears after feeling his presence. As they opened their eyes it wasn't Aether.

It was Thoma smiling at Paimon, Paimon was confused why he was carrying them.

"Paimon! Where have you been?!'' paimon looked at the direction to see Aether. Paimon immediately fell into tears and floated to Aether and hugged him tight. Their tears stained what Aether was wearing. Aether's heart melted when paimon cried. Guilt filled him up.

Ahh…

How Pathetic

How I felt you were home.

Your not

Infact

I wish I never met you.

-paimon

Paimon was always there for Aether. Well, this is just a story isn't it? Paimon was at Aether's lowest, and knew his weaknesses. Just why….

Why didn't you want to find her anymore?

What went wrong?

As Aether was doing his daily commissions he felt tired but there was this last one. Paimon saw that Aether was drained but didn't speak or tell him to rest, afraid to get yelled at. Just like before.

Just like before?

Before…?

Flashback:

"I Swear to the archons paimon! You're so useless, why can't you just stop wasting money on shit?!" Aether snapped at paimon after spending a lot of mora on food when paimon was hungry. Paimon hates being yelled out, tears threatening to fall down on their cheek after getting yelled at by someone who was their home.

Was.

Home.

End of flashback:

Paimon's mind wanted to tell him to take a break but when they finally had the confidence to speak up Aether snapped at the commissioner. "Can't you deliver this letter yourself? You little shit." Aether snapped at the commissioner earning stares at the people around them.

"Well Traveler, let's just do the commission!" Paimon didn't like the stares of people since it was scary for them. Paimon sweats and Aether notices immediately walking fast out of the stares. Paimon followed. Paimon follows Aether fidgeting their fingers together to calm down.

Aether sighed and wished he didn't yell paimon or at anyone even. As if…

He wanted to die.

He wished he never was born. He wished he already found his sister. He wished he was strong enough to defeat the unknown God. He wished and wished. Yet, he can't change a single thing. As Aether sighed yet again he looked at paimon and smiled. Paimon's face went into confusion but they rubbed it off and pulled traveler to continue his commission.

Paimon wonders…..

What happened still?

Paimon is still confused on why or what happened to Aether.

Yet… not even that question is answered. It's a shame, a question that you have been wondering since half your life. Not answered.

It's a shame. How dreadful.

How Pathetic.

I wish I could turn back time..

Let's fast forward shall we?:)

Aether looked at Keqing with a knife in his hand, paimon passed out on the floor by the hard hit Aether did. He was mad, rage controlling his whole body as he didn't see Keqing. Instead it was dain, he blamed him for all the shit he had to do. He wished he was the one that was able to catch up to his sister. Making him grip on the knife more, not knowing it was Keqing. He wished he could turn back.

He stabbed her.. his eyes became small in shock as the knife stabbed Keqing in the stomach. He heard a gasp and he looked in the direction as he saw Ganyu's hand over her mouth. She collapsed on the floor, tears falling down her cheeks. She crawled to Keqing heartbroken to see the one she loved. Not yet even confessed her feelings, "K-Keqing?" Keqing looked at ganyu smiling.

Keqing weakly held Ganyu's hand beside, "Ganyu.. I-I love you so much.. I just didn't have the time to s-say" Ganyu's heart shattered and felt like she stopped breathing. Ganyu kissed Keqing and held her hand tightly, "Us against the world, but the world won. May we meet again next time, if we don’t lets try again the next next life.” Ganyu sadly smiled. Another set of tears falling down. Keqing's eyes slowly closed and warm body replaced with a cold one. Ganyu looked at Aether in rage pulling her cryo bow out ready to aim at Aether.

"WHY?!" "WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THAT YOU SON OF A BITCH?!" Ganyu yelled at Aether in rage, Aether just stood there not realizing he killed Keqing. His heart melted when he saw Keqing's dead body in front of him. He wanted to vanish from this world called Teyvat. He wanted and wished, yet it never even got fulfilled. He Regreted so much .. but never bothered to fix it.

What a Regret made.

Tags: @luvmisha

holiday festivities

hi :] sorry this is super late LOL but i really wante to get it done before classes start on monday -- its kinda rushed but i liked the idea mhm

minors dont interact -- cant control reading lol

warnings: himbo male reader, mondstadtian reader, thoma simping for his childhood best friend, double blowies, facials hhh thats it happy holidays!

thoma was bursting with poorly concealed excitement, and it was a delight for ayato to see. you see, the holiday season had always been a difficult one for thoma. in inazuma the holidays were always subtle, no more than a quiet day with family, whereas mondstadtians were always above and beyond, and just had large festive celebrations. in a sense, while thoma wouldn't trade his place in the clan for anything, he was starting to get the blues about not being back home for the holidays.

ayato would see thoma staring at a photo of him and another male in his downtime, both of them all smiles in the somewhat fuzzy photo. you two looked younger, and much less mature looking. to cheer him up he decided he would take the liberty out of his busy day to find this mysterious male and invite him to stay a week at the kamisato clan house, to celebrate the holidays with thoma. it was suppose to be a surprise for thoma, until ayaka accidentally let it slip.

and ever since then thoma has been all smiles. turns out finding you was not very hard, affiliations with the dawn winery had made you easy to find when ayato inquired, even with the outdated photo. and as it turns out, thoma and you were actually childhood friends. ayato was better at hiding it too, but he was happy to see thoma happy, and seeing how you made thoma happy made ayato want to meet you. hopefully it was indeed the right person.

a firm knock on the doors is what brought thoma out of his excited blabbering, before he rushed to the doors and promptly cleaned himself up, hiding the materials he was working with in some random pot before he opened the door. seeing him like this was a nice change of pace, and finding out that this was going to be the first time in years that thoma would see his childhood crush was even more so. ayato was nearby, opting to just drink his bubble tea on the side, before his eyes widened lightly at the sight of you.

wow you were hot. it was clear you were not from inazuma, seeing the slightly more revealing clothing. the archons did you well, and he could see that you were the matured version of the man in the photo. but in the photo you were the same size, now you were much more muscled and taller then thoma, it was kind of funny seeing thoma stutter out a greeting before he grabbed your things and the fancy housewarming gift you got, then to hug you, a blush forming on his face. the two of you were shy at first, before the familiarity came back and you two were eagerly chatting away. ayato stood up before he cleared his throat, trying not to look at your chest or your cleavage when he looked up to greet you.

if at the bare minimum, ayato could get used to looking at you.

meeting ayaka was interesting, but you didn't want to scare her. you two did share a few laughs and the maids were equally as nice. you helped the maids and thoma cook (albeit things were a bit cramped) and everyone shared a nice glass of dandelion wine as well as the sparkling wolfhook juice you brought specifically for the ginger, which lead to the stories of your first time drinking and seeing how bad thoma processes alcohol.

thoma knocked on your door to drop off some slippers (which was just an excuse to get some alone time with you) only to open it and find a shirtless you, with a black fabric in hand. you ushered him in beside the bed and wrapped your arm around his shoulder, pulling him closer.

"y'know thoma, i cant say how excited i am to see you again. i missed you after all these years, y'know? and you're the same cutie i teased all these years ago. you're so pretty too y'know? i feel like we have so much to catch up on.." thoma just stared at you, green eyes focusing on the small details, not listening to your rambling and more focused on your voice and lips, before you pull away, item in hand.

"oh! you caught me in just the right time, i needed someone to help me with this.." you brought out a vest, but it looked different from the other vests he has seen. "it's made out of linen and its suppose to be like a corset! i have a few parties for when i sail back to mondstadt, and you get to be the first pair of eyes on me.." you flexed your muscle playfully before putting your arms through the holes, wrapping the fabric around before zipping it up. it was snug to your flesh and cinched your waist, the white black embroidery enhancing your body. it was a bit tighter on the chest but it really showed your features. it was a bit unique, but you felt attractive, and seeing thoma stare at you only reinforced it.

"soo.. whaddya think?" thoma was speechless as he walked up to you, feeling the material and your muscles. thomas face blushed when you grabbed his chin, staring into his eyes. watching him just feel you up all blushy, and him being so close to you made you act like a fool. his lips looked too good to not kiss, and if you got this type of reaction from wearing such a simple garment then you might as well wear it all the time.

you heard another knock on your door that , made you drop thomas jaw, before ayato came in, freezing when he saw you.

call it an experiment, but you were getting some newfound confidence, and so when you grabbed him and brought his hand to your body, watching him just accept it and roam your waist, hands trailing into your pajama pants made you smirk.

maybe it was the whore in you. who knows?

thoma just stood there paralysed, watching ayato wrap his body around yours, hands worshipping your sides. his nails scraped your sides, and his fingers got a bit testy roaming the v-lines, even dabbling in the skin under your waistband. it turned him on, and when you grabbed him in the same position and locked lips with him. the hunger over the years of not seeing him made you extra rough, elicited by his moan at your roughness. your hands grabbed his shirt and pulled it off of him, hands skimming down his pants and fondling his ass.

you pulled both men off of you, enjoying the power you had over them. they watched you silently as you got on the makeshift bed before pulling off your pants, telling thoma to make sure the door is closed. your fingers ushered them forward and like they were hypontised, followed without a word.

"an overworked thoma and a busy business men, tell me, would you like to celebrate in a new way? then you know what to do.." ayato did not take much convincing, hand wrapping around your soft cock while his other went to your chest, massaging the muscle. your hands entangled into his light blue hair while you moaned out, clearly enjoying the attention.

"just like that ayato, fucking worship my body and ill show you a good time. and whats wrong thoma, cats got your tongue? don't think i wasn't noticing your eyes on my bulge during dinner.."

thoma stumbled foward towards your chest, suckling on your nipple, moaning softly while his hands trailed lower and lower to your balls, fondling them softly. he pulled away, inhaling your scent before working his way down from your chest, peppering wet and sloppy kisses and trailing down your hot skin with his tongue.

and when he finally got to your now hard cock, he grabbed ayatos hand and licked from his middle finger to the center of his palm all while looking at you. ayato watched thoma lick his hands, hot pants leaving his lips, or small words of praise towards you, saying how big you were or how you were so fucking hot. it was such a turn on to watch him break out of his proper nature as the head of his clan, rather than ayato, the little slut who sucks off large muscular men.

at a certain point, when one hand was not enough to jerk you off, ayato slowly trailed off his hands, moving them both to your cock. thoma was on one side of your body, worshipping your muscles while ayato was on the other jerking you off with both hands and suckling the tip, sometimes spitting on your cock and jerking off the saliva to lubricate your cock. sometimes he would just marvel your cock, or pepper kisses at the base and marvel at how it reached past his face. all the men were sweaty and hard, thoma had a pretty sizeable wet patch on his pajamas.

and thats how you spent your time with your favourite hosts, laying back with your arms up, letting them press their noses whereever they wanted, kiss you wherever they wanted and fondle you wherever they wanted. it was funny to see how thoma was shy even inbed, while ayato took charge of what he wanted.

but seeing ayato have all the fun made thoma jealous, which leads to you holding the heads of both men while they gave you a duble blowjob, moaning about how good of a sucker they both were while they mouthed at the sides of your cock. sometimes they would coordinate and one would suck the sides and base of your cock while the other would take the tip into your mouth, other times they would almost have a competition to see how much of your cock they can kiss and lick. sometimes thoma would go and stick his face in your balls while ayato would see how much of your cock he can take in his throat. either way, they were leaning over your bed, moaning onto your cock while they grinded onto the makeshift bed. but by the time you were about to cum, their faces and your cock was covered in fluids.

they could tell you were about to shoot based off of how hard you were gripping their hair, and how much you pulsed whenever they took you into their mouths. sometimes they could feel your balls tighten and your breath hitch, or feel you buck your hips into their mouth while you threw your head back. but when you finally came, you shot ropes. they were both kissing the tip and the glans when you gripped their hair in an iron grip and forced them closer to your cock, moaning out a warning and thrusting your slick cock against their face before you finally busted, shooting thick ropes into the air. the first couple of ropes landed on their hair before they pulled away, opting to catch the rest with their mouths, or at least try. thomas hands went to catch any of the spunk that ayatos mouth couldnt catch, but there was just so much.

by the time you caught your breath, both men had gotten cum in their mouth, hair, face, chest and hands. thoma swiped the cum from his hands and face and pulled his pants down, using it as lube to prep himself from the inevitable fucking that was going to happen. meanwhile, ayato was glaring bullets at you.

"visitor, you came in my hair. you do something else that will make the mess worth cleaning. i'm not letting you sleep until you fuck both me and your little loverboy over there." he pointed a finger to thoma.

he laid spread out for you, hand caressing your spent cock. "p-please, i've waited so long for you.. don't make me wait any longer.."

kazuha with his hair down

imagine kazuha with his hair down, the strong wind of the sea had blown his hair tie away, his silky sikver hair free from it's confinement and he looks absolutely stunning as usual.

the red streak in his hair only adds to his beauty, it goes so well with his silver hair. you can't help but wonder what kazuha does to keep his hair so healthy and beautiful.

you wish kazuha would let his hair down more often, you know that he keeps it up because it gets in his face but the way his hair frames his face is just ethereal.

his hair is so soft too, it rarely gets tangled so you can just slide your fingers down his locks without any problems whatsoever. kazuha loves it when you play with his hair, your gentle fingers massaging his scalp insantly makes him feel sleepy. with his heightened senses, he feel the pleasure even more.

you might start hiding his hair ties at this point because your boyfriend is just gorgeous.

⛓️ Wriothesley x Reader ⛓️ Eye of the Beholder

In Fontaine’s rugged, unforgiving depths, there is no beauty to be seen by the sane traveler, unless one finds themselves with a curious fascination for filth. The ambience was dark and dreary, with only the most rusted of browns and aged of grays visible to the naked eye. Disgusting, it was, compared to the well-developed aquatic and surface regions of Fontaine and even the rest of Teyvat.

As a warden of Fontaine’s unforgiving dungeons, Wriothesley had no reason to see any sort of beauty in his surroundings. It mattered not if the convict was dressed in the finest reds or the most lowly of rags; if he caught them acting out of line or they somehow managed to slip under the noses of the wardens, he would not hesitate to hunt down the prisoners and bare his fangs. Little bark, all bite, he was known for.

On the rare chances that he did have an opportunity to rise to the surface, his poor eyesight did become somewhat of a hinderance. Under the cover of darkness, everything was in at least twenty different shades of gray. The real world as he knew it was merely blue, golden, and gray.

Through his eyes, the world was merely comprised of shades of those three colors. The rainbow of corals filling the sea and the colorful fish swimming alongside aquatic travelers were sights that Wriothesley was cursed to never behold himself. He had grown used to it, walking along the dungeons and all, but a deep part of him yearned to see the world in its full vibrance.

As you looked down from the water’s edge and found yourself engrossed in the diversity of Fontaine’s nature, Wriothesley would not share that same enthusiasm as you did. Perhaps it was due to his lack of occupancies outside of wrangling prisoners that he found no value in frivolous nature watching. You had faith, however, that if he could actually see what you were experiencing for himself, then he too, would be engrossed by the beauty of Fontaine’s upper-class regions.

He stood by a post out of habit, scanning the area around him while trying to keep his focus on your whereabouts. It was a warden’s habit to remain wary, as it was something that cannot be helped. He wasn’t too eager to hit every sightseeing location in the vicinity, but the fresh air at the very least would do his health some good. Wriothesley rarely had a chance for personal recreation, but when given the chance, he did not hesitate to accompany you on the surface for the time that he was allotted.  

Raising an eyebrow, Wriothesley asked you, “What could you possibly find so intriguing about Fontaine’s waters?”

“You just need to take a moment to have a close look for yourself. From floor to surface, its bursting with colorful life,” you said.

Wriothesley shook his head, disinterested in your frivolous observations. The world above Fontaine’s dungeons was just as dull and colorless as the one below him, and so he showed minimal interest in observing the varieties of gold and gray, something he was far too used to seeing in the underground. Silently, he rejected your invitation to observe the waters, and continued resting his body by the post where his gaze remained sharp.

How do you get someone who cannot see the full rainbow to experience life’s vividness through your eyes? Red was but a concept to him, as he was even blind to the intimidating aura of his maroon clothing. Luscious flora was not an attention grabber, with nature’s blessing of the color green being nothing more than a shade of gold to Wriothesley’s wolf-like eyes. The violet corals accenting the forests of pink and orange…to him, they all felt merely the same.

If the physical appearance of color mattered not, then you would have to resort to other methods of conveying the beauty of the world that you saw. You grabbed his arm and tugged him away from the post, dragging him to overlook the waters below. A tall, dancing bush of seagrass waved happily in the gentle current, which you had pointed out to Wriothesley.

“Look at that. What color do you see that as, exactly?”

“…Golden, diluted by a crisp ocean blue. Why do you ask?”

You shook your head, though you knew that he was answering with complete honesty and precisely what he saw from his view.

“Feels like it blends in with the rest of the world, if I’m not mistaken?” you asked.

Wriothesley nodded his head.

“Now…define it not as the golden brown you perceive it as, but more of like…as if the seagrass was brimming with the energy of mother nature herself. It radiates serenity…tranquility…an ornament to emphasize the liveliness that is Fontaine’s ecosystem. This seagrass is but a small example of what the force of life in Teyvat’s has to offer…what we are blessed to call ‘being alive.’ Serenity…peace…the sea itself, all hidden beneath the human nature of envy and illness that is part of this inevitable cycle.

He tilted his head curiously.

“Through my eyes, I simply see it as the color green. To you, however, it exists not as a sight to behold, but as a concept with meaning that the average eye could simply not do justice with sight alone.  

You pointed to a batch of branching corals not too far from the seagrass that you had observed.

“These corals,” you said. “how do they appear to you?”

“Darker than the seagrass, though still a shade golden yellow,” he stated.

“Hmmm…these corals are, in fact, quite energetic compared to their seagrass companions. They are bursting with vibrance, capturing your attention and filling you with joy as you gaze upon their tree-like structure. It’s a sense of happiness that cannot be put into words, yet it brightens you day like a warm sun during early autumn…”

Wriothesley focused on these corals as you explained how they felt, though he could feel his attention drifting from the meaning of the words to the mere sound of your voice.

“That is what I call orange. To you, it is the idea of happiness, bustling with joy and energy. Take pride in being able to embrace its luxury, for we do not appreciate its brightness until it has departed our lives.

Wriothesley seemed more attentive than before, as perhaps you had opened his eyes to the feeling of color, rather than thinking of it as something to merely see. He was scanning the water itself, both surface and floor, attempting to visualize the shades of gold that he sees as the feelings that you had described. After a few moments of observation, he pointed to a rounded coral, distinct from the branches you have described prior.

“Those?” you asked.

He nodded gently. “The rounded, lighter blue ones amongst the branched varieties…”

“The rounded corals serve as a metaphor for our imaginations. Their curious existence invokes a sense of mystery and discovery in the ones who have the honor of spotting these rarities. Nobles of both past and present would adorn themselves with these gems, limited only by their imagination; something that the lower class may not have the honor of witnessing in their lifetime. The diamonds in the rough you see here, are what I know as the color purple.”

Wriothesley had become so invested in your beautiful words, that he had lost his concentration on the truly vibrant world that his eyes were blind to. He looked down at himself, perhaps out of shame for his self-perceived dullness, then gazed out at the sea full of energetic corals and peaceful seagrass that stretched as far as the waters would allow. Nothing more than shades of gray and burnt yellow, he was doomed to see himself as.

But Wriothesley was far from what he viewed himself as. His own unique vibrance told a story in itself. It told how he had experienced years of bloodshed from such a rough occupation, how he showed passion to what was important to him, and how he had the strength to carry on despite the injuries that threatened to take his life on numerous occasions.

The dark red suit told a story in its own. Wriothesley was a tough man, but he was also full of care and compassion. By showing no mercy to those who broke the nation’s laws, he assured that the citizens of Fontaine could roam the streets freely and safely.

Wriothesley’s suit was the color of the feelings that you two had for each other.

Not to mention, the color of his face when you explained the meaning behind the red he was adorned with.

FUNNY VALENTINE wriothesley

your boyfriend doesn't seem to love you anymore, so what do you do? complain to neuvillette of course!

warnings: kissing, u being dramatic, neuvillette being done with ur shit, u and wriothesley being super gross and in love

you defeatedly slump into a chair in neuvillette's office and sigh for the fifteenth time in the past few minutes. the hydro dragon slides both his hands down his face, much like how he's seen the people of fontaine do when they were in distress.

"(name), if you don't tell me what's wrong i can't help you." in the several hundred years he's lived, neuvillette doesn't think he's spoken those words more than he has now. as he raises a delicate, white teacup to his lips, you burst into tears, violently twisting your head away from him.

"please, don't drink that in front of me," you cry, shoving your face into an overly expensive pillow on his couch. "that duke wriothesley would always drink tea and i cant stand to see it anymore! i will die parched if i have to!"

"if you're implying wriothesley doesn't love you anymore, you are surely mistaken. i'm not too familiar with human emotions, why don't you pay furina a visit? i'm sure she can understand you better."

at the sound of furina's name, you feel your body run cold. the image of your friend laughing until her face flushing crimson red dashes across your mind like an arrow, shooting you in the chest as you bleed out in an impending doom. you love her, truly, but she would never take you seriously in a situation like this.

"hmm, if you don't want to talk to furina, how about i call wriothesley and have you talk to him yourself? he is your partner, he'd be more than happy to talk through this issue with you."

"no! he's the problem! why would i want to talk to the problem? he doesn't love me anymore, neuvillette. he usually kissed my forehead twice before he leaves for work, but today," you pause for a moment, placing a hand on your chest to soothe the agonizing ache of your heart. "he only gave me one."

neuvillette promptly kicks you out.

"now what's this i hear about you crying to the iudex of fontaine about a broken heart?"

normally, the sound of wriothesley's smooth yet slightly mischievous voice would send you sprinting toward him. today however, you were distraught and feeling slightly petty. the only thing that can satisfy your heartbreak was him on his knees, sobbing with a gross trail of snot running down his nose, begging for your forgiveness.

you quickly learn that in the end, wriothesley always wins. with your back faced toward him, he wraps his muscular arms around you in a warm embrace, the fur of his uniform tickling your neck. grumbling unintelligible words, you dejectedly turn to face him but can't hide the thumping of your chest behind narrowed eyes and pouts. wriothesley laughs at you, pressing a kiss on your forehead, one on your left cheek, and one on your rights.

"i'm sorry for forgetting our routine, you petty minx? i ever do something as horrendous as that again, tell me and i'll make it up to you with as many kisses as you want, yeah? if that's not enough, i'll apologize with tears and jump into the primordial sea in your honor."

as the finale of this vomit-inducing opera, he follows the monologue by pressing a loving kiss to your waiting lips, pulling back to rest his forehead against yours.

"yeah you better keep your fucking promise," you threaten. the two of you know you don't intend to be mean by the way you melt into his touch. "i ordered your favorite today so you don't make me regret that."

maybe your boyfriend does love you after all.

I'm going to die of fluff.

@fadedjae​

diluc + white + checklist

— 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. diluc x gn!reader

— 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭. drabble ; 1.0k

— 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞. established relationship au ; fluff

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So...I made a fanfic! It has Venti and NB, so...if you wanna read it, you can!

Stormy Nights.

Apologies in advance for my writing, it's...not the best, heh.

wrote wriolette fic !! ao3 and post link post!

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Neuvillette/Wriothesley

Characters: Neuvillette and Wriothesley

Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Wriothesley is called ‘wriothes’ a couple times, i pronounced it like ‘writhes’ in my head but it’s up to reader, multiple petnames and nicknames, i pull french out of my ass, Fluff and Humor, Implied Sexual Content,i just made innuendos and jokes, Neuvillette is mentioned to have multiple hearts bc i just watched doctor who also i think its COOL, Implied/Referenced Sex, I need readers to please go into this believing, Wriothesley is in his late 30s early 40s, Oneshot

𝓓𝓪𝔂 4 - The Dragon In The Heat || Zhongli x fem!reader

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Summary: There is something your beloved Zhongli is hiding from you. Your curiosity ended up being the best solution.

Warnings: smut!

Word count: 1649

Author: Cass

A/N: the prompt for today is: Breeding

It was impossible to have a better lover than Zhongli. He was understanding, loving and deeply caring. You both don't hide your pasts, which meant there were almost no secrets between you.

"Almost no secrets" was a good word to use, since despite the fact that you were honest and shared your life, there were two things that bothered you.

He loved you, but he never claimed you and sometimes he locked himself in his study, only asking that you leave his meals by the door. No matter how hard you tried, he was able to get away without directly answering your question. It was annoying.

During his time of solitude, you finally had enough of his silly behavior and forced the answer from him. In the end, the two of you were together, so his problems were yours, just as yours were his.

As you knocked on the door and waited, you became angry the longer the silence continued. In your anger, you grabbed the door handle and realized the door was unlocked. "Zhongli, my love! I love you, but I'm getting tired of your behavior."

You tried this before; the door was ALWAYS locked. You entered the study without thinking much about it.

In truth, you were only here a few times, but you could already tell the room was unkempt.

The moment you laid eyes on the bed in the corner of the room, away from any windows, your snooping was ended. Based on what he told you before you moved in, he used this room as a study and a bedroom. Although it explained the bed, it did not explain what was sitting on top.

It was your Zhongli, but he seemed bigger than usual; his limbs and clawlike nails were black and gold; his head was adorned with long horns; and his massive tail lay comfortably beside him. His nudity was barely covered by the sheets.

As you approached, unsure of whether you should even ask, you whispered, "Love?"

He raised his head and opened his eyes, which also looked different from what they usually did. "What are you doing here?"

"As always, I was worried when you locked yourself in here. I wanted to make sure you were fine."

He was quiet for a moment, then improved his position on the bed, motioning for you to follow. Once you did, his clawed hand wrapped itself around your wrist. Keeping a tight grip on your waist, Zhongli pulled you to straddle him. In a low growl, he said, "My love, I apologize for worrying you. I didn't mean to."

It was possible to see his fangs from this close up.

"It makes you wonder what's wrong with me, doesn't it?" He asked.

The only thing you could do was nod, still a little fascinated by the changes you saw in him. You moved your hand to his neck where you noticed a few dark scales, caressing them gently with your fingers.

"No need to be so gentle, I'm not in any kind of pain," Zhongli chuckled, quite amused by your curiosity. Before speaking, he let out a low growl and nuzzled your hair. "You know me, I didn't hide much from you, but this is something I'm ashamed of. I didn't want you to see it."

You smiled softly as you nodded. "You were worried I would be afraid of you?"

"That too," he nodded, and you gasped loudly at the feeling of sharp claws grazing your belly; his hands even sneaked under your shirt without you noticing. 

He explained, as he nuzzled your shoulder, smelling your scent, "I was more worried that once I got you in my hands, I would not be able to let you go until I was satisfied. I need you. I need your body," his hands easily pushed your bra high enough to grip your breasts, leaving you moaning in light pain.

It would be a lie to say that you disliked it, but you never expected this from him, and it wasn't something that you could refuse, on the contrary, you felt completely differently. His touch felt good and you wanted it. Or rather craved it.

"Take it. I'm all yours."

Even though your confession was nothing more than a whisper, he still raised an eyebrow when he looked at you. As he retracted his hands from under your shirt, he cupped both of your cheeks. "Are you sure about that? Once you agree, there will be no turning back."

Nodding eagerly, you confirmed your words.

He suddenly pulled you into a deep kiss, passing his long tongue across your lips without much delay. With his hands on your cheeks, you were unable to move away, leaving you completely at his mercy. During the kiss, his fangs gently knocked against your teeth, making the kiss needy and messy. After that, he pulled away to let you breathe, the only thing that connected you was a thin string of saliva. 

In an attempt to catch your breath, your cheeks were covered in a deep red blush. It didn't take much to make you blush in his arms, this was hilarious. The next thing you knew, you were naked with Zhongli between your legs, your clothes ripped to shreds by his powerful claws.

He ate you like a starving man, holding you down by your hips so you wouldn't move. As his flexible tongue explored your insides, his sharp fangs grazed your clit; he reached as deep as you could never reach on your own.

The sensation in your lower belly made you moan his name loudly. 

In spite of hearing your name fall from your lips, he wrapped his lips around your clit as his fingers replaced the tongue, filling you up and stretching you out.

Your warm walls were lightly grazed by the claws, causing you to grab on to the horns, earning a growl from him.

He shook your hands off and then moved up, reaching your neck, whispering, "Look at you. Already a whimpering mess for me. My sweet, little love. How could I keep you away for so long? What a fool I was," Zhongli hummed into your ear, making you moan with a quickened pace while his finger fucked your tight hole while his thumb played roughly with your bundle of nerves.

His pace led you to come hard, whimpering his name as your hips rose.

Zhongli removed his fingers and licked them, purring loudly as he tasted your sweet flavor. In between your legs, he growled, "Enough of these games."

After you calmed down, you noticed him removing the sheets covering him. His cock stood proud against his stomach. It was the same color as his limbs and was already leaking pre-cum. When he grabbed your hips and pushed his massive cock into your tight hole, you didn't have much time to react.

You could feel his warm breath on your shoulder as he leaned over. In an attempt to somehow manage the sudden pain of the stretch, you grabbed his horns tightly; it wasn't pleasant, but at the same time you wanted more.

His hips began to move as he chuckled, thrusting deep yet slowly. "Such a good girl. "You're taking me so well," he praised, pressing his clawed palm hard into your lower belly, making you whimper. "I'm gonna breed you, fill you up until you leak. I'm gonna make you mine."

"Please," you moaned, making him laugh at your eagerness. 

He grabbed your hips hard enough that his claws dug into your soft skin, which likely left a mark tomorrow; his pace became strong and fast, reaching so deep, you could swear he was hitting your cervix with every thrust; your moans filled the room, followed by the noise of skin hitting skin.

He was just as close to you as you could tell from his growls and the way his teeth wandered along your neck and shoulder.

"I'll sign that contract," He muttered lowly before biting into the crock of your neck, certainly drawing blood as he filled you up to the brim with his hot, sticky cum. 

Despite being stuffed full with it, you could feel it leaking out. When you felt this pleasant sensation, you pulled on the horns desperately, overwhelmed with relief.

"My little mate," Zhongli purred as his palm caressed your belly bulge. Pulling away, he smiled, "This will be your signature."

You were speechless; so much had happened that you couldn't speak. You couldn't be happier now, you were bound till the end. Now, all you wanted was to cuddle with your lower and rest. It wasn't going to happen any time soon for you, unfortunately.

Zhongli grabbed your waist and flipped you upside down. "There is no way that I will let you go, my love. I will continue to breed you until the wee hours of the morning."

So he did - he fucked you hard and fed you his cum all night without letting you rest.

The next morning was difficult.

Somehow, your beloved decided to have some mercy on you, and let the two of you rest a little.

It was you who woke up first. There were scratches and bite marks all over your body. It was obvious that you wouldn't be able to walk today due to the ache between your legs.

When you tried to move, a warm tail fell over your waist. Zhongli's careful eyes observed you when you raised your head.

"It's good to see you awake," he nuzzled you, purring happily as his tail fully surrounded you.

"Did you miss me while I slept?" You nuzzled back to him, and the silent response came straight from him. His hard cock pressed against your belly, ready to fill you up again.

There was a reason for him to lock himself away for a few days.