Cocky Bastard Vibes - Zhongli

cocky bastard vibes - zhongli

ship: zhongli x reader

synopsis: in which reader shares their free thoughts on the liyue statue of seven

notes: standalone snippet part of the bookkeeping!verse

It was a beautiful day in Liyue. The grass was a luscious green and the birds were singing a beautiful song. After a nice stay at the Emerald Maple Inn, you and Mr. Zhongli decided to have a cup of tea next to the Statue of the Seven before heading on your way to Qingce Village. You were to accompany him to pick up supplies for the next funeral rite, and with the way the morning was going, you knew nothing would ruin this peaceful day.

"So how much do you want to bet that Rex Lapis was hot and knew it?”

You ignored the choked sound that came from your side as you gazed up at the picturesque statue. Though your companion would probably consider your question quite out of the blue, you couldn’t say it was the first time you wondered such a thing. Whenever you passed by one of them in Liyue, the thought always plagued your mind for a few hours after. Judging by Mr. Zhongli’s reaction, though, it seemed he did not share your sentiments.

"Ehem… That… certainly is an interesting thought. I can’t say whether or not previous records touched on such a topic."

You hummed, gazing up at the statue. Really? That couldn’t be true. Why wouldn’t anyone talk about a statue looking like that?

“Well there are many reasons why I’d say I’m right. First off, his outfit. He has a hooded cloak on while also being shirtless. There’s absolutely no logical reason to dress like that unless they’re from the deserts of Sumeru, wouldn’t you say? It obviously was a conscious fashion decision. If you pair that with the seductive way he’s sitting, I’d be inclined to assume he’s quite clearly feeling his look.”

Silence came from your side. Hm, Mr. Zhongli still wasn’t convinced? Then you would go on.

“You do see it, right? His posture is relaxed, yet confident. Not to mention the way he’s looking at that cube in his hand with practically bedroom eyes. His knees are apart too. My friend from Sumeru told me that when a man sits like that, he’s displaying his dominance.”

Still silence.

"You can't sit in a seductive pose like that without on some level being aware you look good doing it. I mean look at him! He's shirtless and everything! I've heard even macho fishermen say that they pray to the statue for a good night before coming home to see their wives. You can’t blame them, right?"

A hesitant cough.

"I-I'm sure it was a younger time when those statues were sculpted."

You groaned.

"Maybe, but you’re not even looking! If you did, you’d agree with me that Rex Lapis is clearly exuding such massive 'cocky bastard' vibes!" You countered.

For some reason, the more you spoke, the more flustered he became.

"C'mon, Mr. Zhongli! Why are you so embarrassed? It's not like I'm slandering his good name! I mean, if Rex Lapis didn't want us talking about him like this, maybe he shouldn't have made a statue with abs clean enough to eat off of!"

Okay, maybe at this point, you were piling it on a bit thick. Could anyone blame you? His face was in his hand as if he had a headache, and were his ears tinged the slightest hint of red? It was an interesting sight. Never had you seen him look so completely flustered. Sure you were rather blunt, but you didn't think your words were that provocative. Mr. Zhongli really was practically a 65 year old man.

"I thought you respected the Geo Archon…" He muttered weakly.

You gasped in offense.

"I do! I’d even consider my words the utmost of pious behavior. In Mondstadt, the sisters of the church consider themselves married to Barbatos, the Anemo Archon. So finding the Geo Archon to be a sex god is pretty much the same thing, right?”

“No, it is not.”

you are the sun (and all that i bask in)

pairings (separately!) - diluc ragnvindr, kaeya alberich, albedo, childe/tartaglia, zhongli, xiao, kaedehara kazuha, scaramouche, dainsleif, thoma, arataki itto, gorou x gender neutral reader

word count - 3549

genre - fluff

format - headcanons + blurbs

warnings - kissing, skinship, sharing a bed, vague spoiler for dain's identity, consensual waking with kisses

summary - good morning kisses with the boys :)

a/n - this is my submission for @xiaosmoon's valentines collab for the 7th day prompt: good morning kisses! :) it's also my first post in a while (i'm a lil rusty on writing so forgive me if i don't make sense in some parts aaa), and i just wanted to say thank you all for the neverending support and love i receive on this blog despite my inactivity, it means the world to me :) i hope you enjoy the post! <3

diluc—☆

there's never a morning where diluc doesn't kiss you upon awakening

it's how he starts his day and as necessary and mundane as eating breakfast or brushing his teeth (or breathing, dare he say)

good morning kisses are among his favorites because to him, there's no better way to be welcomed into the waking world that with the softness of your lips against his

he'll sacrifice some of his time allotted for his morning routine, but it's worth it just to spend a few more minutes with you

his kisses are firm and bathed in unwavering love, yet they shield a trembling longing that's caged beneath the flesh of his skin. every ticklish traversal of your fingertips, warm from sleep, stemming upwards from the small of his back to the apples of his cheeks set his heart ablaze and body alight. you'd cup his cheeks and welcome him to the world of consciousness with a smile that rivalled the stars themselves and a kiss tasting of the remnants of sweet dreams.

diluc would murmur words of insistence: that with the sun's blossom over the rolling hills and mountains of mondstat, he too should rise and tend to his duties. but within your arms under thick, wooly sheets was where he longed to be and desired to remain. it was easy to persuade him to spend an extra five minutes wrapped up in your arms: embarrassingly so. he'd pay the price when he scrambled to get ready, sands of time running so quickly through his hands as he would later hop around on one leg with half his leg in the pants hole, ruby broach tugged halfway over his face.

but it was all worth it to spend just a little more time basking in the morning sun and waking up to the feeling of your lips on his. so he stays for just "five more minutes" and lets his lips and soul connect against yours.

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kaeya—☆

kaeya loves to wake you up in the same way each morning: with his kisses

morning sun is always too hot for someone like him but you ground him back in reality and let him know that to live is to burn as much as it is to freeze

there are no teasing remarks, no neatly folded smiles or careful laughs

just your sweet kaeya and his loving kisses to greet you with the morning sun

dawn was never preferable for a man who thrived in shadows: but you were a different kind of light.

gentle as a firefly, ethereal and milky as the moon and tender as lakewater in the depths of midnight: you were his sun if sunshine were bathed in an inky mist.

with his arms wound tight around your body and a caress of his thumb just beneath your eye—shut in bliss and slumber—kaeya observed the rise of dawn and felt his skin tingle with a cathartic release, leaving the calm rise and fall of your chest and gentle pitter patter of your heartbeat to soothe the aches and sores that came with the sun.

he'd wake you up first with a kiss to your forehead (because blessed was the brain beneath your skull that looked at him and found love, solace, and home). your nose would scrunch up adorably, but settle back to baseline; this would not do. then, another to your cheeks (both of them, because he loved how supple and sweet they felt beneath his lips). next were your eyelids, where he longed to see the beautiful (e/c) gems hidden beneath the tenderness of your skin and recite poems of love with nothing but his eyes.

finally were your lips, where you became his muse and breathed life into him. by this point, you'd awaken (though you usually awoke when he kissed your eyelids but feigned sleep with a tricky smile on your face) and wrung your arms around his neck to tug him closer; and he'd let you, just like he did every morning.

but kaeya decided to prolong his usual morning kiss routine with you today: the early morning sun fancied you a divinity and bathed you in its glow, and though he was just a mere sinner, he longed to lay within your embrace and commit every inch of your beautiful face to his memory by heart.

albedo—☆

waking up to albedo makes you question if you're still dreaming

he's most likely still asleep, resting after a fruitful day of work of all kinds

but even in sleep his love is more tender and sweet than a droplet of honey

albedo often woke up to the tickle of your fingertips gliding over his scalp, just barely grazing over the roots of his thick locks. but he preferred his eyes to remain shut just so you'd continue for a little longer. when he eventually did open his eyes, he peered into your own pools and saw within them his entire world and all that he loved.

albedo wasn't much of a poet: he preferred to pour his creativity into blossoming pieces of art from his fingertips. but when you laid so calmly and warm in his arms and peered up at him with what looked like twinkling stars in your eyes, a plethora of thoughts washed over him like a gentle tsunami.

"radiant", "exquisite", "luminous", "ethereal", were just a few adjectives that came to mind whenever you looked at him with the gentle caress of morning sun on your face and a hazy smile on your lips.

he was sure that the flowery words of love that he wanted to convey to you were translated over when his lips met yours and all in the world fell silent.

childe/tartaglia—☆

should he wake up first (which occurs more regularly), childe will first study your face as if he'd be quizzed on it later

but really he adores how the sunlight contours the grooves and dips of your face and his attention is tethered tight to your lips like a metal coil

try as you might to persuade him that your morning breath isn't worth his kisses—he won't listen

because when childe wants something, be it glory, power, or the world even, he'll do what it takes to get his hands on it

even the strongest of knights need a kiss from their beloved to start the day right

childe takes his opportunities by the horns and slings reins upon them so that with a flick of his wrist, they are putty or stone in his hands.

but it seems you were the one to saddle him first.

it frustrated him: all you had to do was lie in slumber, eyes shut peaceful and safe and calm, and his heart would be sent aflutter. when you awaken and caress his face; greet each of his freckles and swipe fluffy locks of ginger hair away from his ocean eyes and shield him from the red hue of early morning sun, he is putty in your hands.

he's only ever know the worn grips of sword and knife handles and the sharpness of finely tuned words and edges of blades and pointed arrows that jutted outwards and would draw blood if he pierced too hard.

but you are soft, tender, and warm; a far cry from the frigid temperatures of cooled metal.

his good mornings, sweet words, and bubbled laughs are muffled between intertwined lips and a dance of hearts and a tangle of your hands in his locks. your smiles are swallowed between his lips and they taste of sugary syrup (and he's reminded that you love pancakes, and thus an idea for breakfast is formulated in his mind).

you're in no need of any words to convince just how putty childe is within your arms: his lips that meld so sweetly against yours say it all.

zhongli—☆

zhongli is a creature of habit and finds stability in repeating little things in his daily life

one of these things is to brew you a cup of tea—just the right temperature, amount of sugar, and milk—and serve it to you just as dawn begins to break over the horizon

there's no better way to greet a day full of promise and opportunity than to spend it with you and a warm beverage

you are an ethereal creature more beautiful than any cut of jewel that zhongli has ever gazed upon in his entire life. even with a wrinkled shirt, dried drool on the edge of your oh-so-kissable lips which always stretched into a sleepy smile whenever his fingers brushed against yours, and the glossy glaze of morning mirth that never faded no matter how many times you batted your lashes.

the porcelain cup of tea that he had carefully set aside for you had surely gone lukewarm right now, but you had let him know how delicious it was upon the first, steaming hot sip with a pleasant hum and gentle smile on your face.

now you laid your head on his chest, searching absentmindedly for the gentle thunder of his beating heart beneath the soft, cotton fabric of his shirt. he'd shake you gently every now and then: a proper reminder not to fall back asleep yet as the day before you and him had yet to be greeted.

yet despite being the strongest of the adepti and the former holder of divinity, it is you who silences an archon with a kiss to his lips and a gentle pat to his cheek.

xiao—☆

sleep doesn't come to xiao; it's as unnatural as breathing underwater

so he'll stand guard and chase away the shadows and cobwebs that surround you while you sleep

and when morning finally comes, and you've awakened to your loyal lover at the foot of your bed, he's of no position to object when you beckon him closer

with your heartbeat as a lullaby, perhaps he'll learn what it's like to breathe underwater

"you're awake." his voice was quiet, gentle; careful not to rouse you from tender sleep too abruptly

your eyes still phased in and out of consciousness, body begging to hold onto the last remnants of your sleep but you surged forwards and ripped the tendrils of slumber from your arms to greet your lover.

"that i am," you breathed, and stretched your arms out towards him like a beacon of light, "come."

years ago he would've declined ferociously (because the burdens he carried are forever his and his alone to shoulder). but now he's learned: that his debt is not all he is, that he is allowed to feel joy and feel blossoms of warmth spread across his cheeks whenever you weaved crowns out of qingxin just for him.

crawling onto the bed, his forearms caged your head in as he hovered over you and brushed the tip of his nose against yours no more delicate than a flower petal. you smiled, and skimmed your palms set ablaze with sleepy warmth up from his wrists over his chilled, scarred skin, to his supple cheeks. a tilt of his head to the side and his lips were all yours—and what a feeling it was to dance a morning waltz to the distant roll and crash of the sea.

xiao pulled away first, bashful and elusive and breathless from all you give to and take from him, before settling his body onto yours, head on your chest to listen to the steady beat of your heart. bliss overcame him when your fingers carded through his locks, and he knew this was the closest he'd ever get to heaven.

kaedehara kazuha—☆

kazuha is never far, but when the sun rises so does he

the ocean breeze and gentle roll of the waves stirs something deep within him and he's compelled to go towards it

but he'll always be within reach, and he'll always go where your intertwined hearts desire

guyun stone forest was beautiful in the early dawn when not even the crystalflies had gone to bed and some of the twinkling stars in the mauve sky had yet to return to the inky blackness. the sea breeze ruffled his hair as if the anemo archon themself had caressed his head in silent prayer.

the winds sounded favorable and playful today, like the innocent twinkling of a dangling bell from a cat's collar; today's events would work in his favor.

a silent smile spread across his face when he felt a pair of arms encircle his waist, and a tender kiss pressed to his cheek—chilled from the sea breeze.

your head lolled into the crook of his neck as you peered out at the calm waves, tinted the color of sunsettias in their brightest bloom. kazuha felt your heartbeat pitter against his back and raised his arm (careful not to let you come near the blade that hung from his waist) as a silent invitation to come closer—and you did.

kazuha's lips nestled themselves at the soft, tender part of your head and murmured a "good morning" into your roots; and a special, secret part of him hoped that he'd always be able to wake up to rolling waves, the fresh scent of salt, and your embrace in the early morning.

scaramouche—☆

it's difficult for him to fall asleep, and stay asleep

it wasn't until recently that he had discovered that you acted as somewhat of a remedy to his sleep problems

but he'd rather let his pride stay lodged in his throat and block his esophagus than admit that he falls asleep much better when your hand in clasped in his and your body is snug, puzzle-pieced against his own

even with all his reservations, he always wakes up to your hand intertwined within his own, and his face snuggled into the crook of your neck

"you know," you started, voice still rich and heavy with sleep, "sometimes, you cry in your sleep."

he wasn't even aware he still did that anymore.

"preposterous. you're seeing things." he responded.

yet you squeezed his hand and ushered him closer into the warmth of your body with a shake of your head against the pillow. "i'm not."

silence engulfed the bedroom save for the twinkle of freshly fallen snow from outside the walls of zapolyarny palace, and a pair of morning doves landed on the branch just outside the window before scaramouche spoke again.

"is that why you hold my hand?"

you hummed in thought, lost to the tendrils of thought for only a brief moment before your answer rolled so fluidly out from your tongue without hesitation.

"no, i hold it because i love you."

he scoffed, though he knew that you knew he wasn't annoyed in the slightest when he squeezes his arm tighter around your waist and raised your intertwined hands to press a kiss to your skin. he'd always sleep soundly if you remained by his side.

dainsleif—☆

he's seen the fall and rise of the sun too many times to count

the first few times he'd ever witnessed such beauty were breathtaking moment that stuck with him forever despite the circumstances in which he was allowed to breathe in dewy morning air and see the brilliance of the sun for the first time

but the novelty eventually withered away and what remained was numb and cold

until you entered his life and reignited the childish wonder within him; you became his new, eternal sun

he always woke up much earlier than you did: two or three hours were all he really needed at this point. but he preferred waking up earlier, at the time which dawn slowly began to creep up over the horizon, stuck between that lamentful limbo of inky midnight blues and striking, tangy oranges and playful pinks.

your body was pressed tight against his; limp in his lap with the faint fan of your snores tickling the strands of hair at the base of his neck. unlike the sun with which he had once found novel beauty in, your beauty never ceased, the novelty never wore off, and even in sleep you blessed him with light and the luck that he possessed to be able to love someone as lovely as you.

you'd wake up and prop yourself up on his chest to give him a kiss and whisper a good morning, before pulling him back down to sleep within your arms without question.

thoma—☆

thoma's got a strict schedule he needs to maintain

which means he's here and then gone on a long, busy day of work

but that doesn't mean he doesn't set aside the perfect sliver of time in his morning to wake you up in the gentlest of ways and bid his goodbyes until afternoon

thoma would chide you whenever you forced your eyes open just to watch him hustle around the room and throw on his clothes for the day—because there was no need to watch him slowly cut the cord of morning bliss that tethered the two of your together. but you couldn't help it; even if for a moment all you wanted was to lay your eyes on the man you loved.

"go back to sleep, i'll come see you soon. it's a promise." he whispered, careful not to ruin the sleepy trance you were caught in as he drew the thick covers back over your body.

you knew he always kept his promises (even if he did show up breathless with a bouquet of flowers and two sticks of tricolor dango in his hands), but he still sealed them with a sweet kiss first to your forehead, then to your lips for extra measure.

arataki itto—☆

itto is restless and always ready to go at a moment's notice

this applies from the moment he wakes up till the moment he falls asleep

you'd define him as a bit of a menace who drags you out of slumber with him for a morning filled with giggles and tickles and maybe a few pillow fights

but you're the only one capable of subduing an oni; and he'll willingly submit if it meant he'd see that smile he loved so much on your face

you had become accustomed to waking up to the long tips of his nails tickling against the tender part of your skin where your nerves collected together in your armpits and sides. bubbles of giggles erupted from your throat as he mumbled a husky "wakey wakey, sunshine!" into your ear with a voice still caught on the edge of sleep and dreams.

plead and fight as much as you want, itto's strength knows no bounds and he won't stop tickling with sweet laughter of his own until you've got tears running down your face and a permanent smile on your lips.

before he knows it, he's on his back instead of hovering over you and you've straddled his waist with a triumphant smirk and eyes that glimmered with mischief and wriggly fingers that zeroed in on his armpits and neck.

but a kiss to your lips is all he needs to distract you from the impending revenge you desired for the tickle attack. and what could you say? the plea of a truce in his kiss was enough to subdue your fighting spirit and fall prey to his embrace.

gorou—☆

he's shy and still stumbling through the thickets of love and affection

but there's never a morning where gorou doesn't wake you with feathery light kisses that lead up from the ends of your shoulders to the tips of your warm ears

part of him doesn't want to stir you yet from sleep but the other part of him wants to see your beautiful eyes and talk about everything and nothing in the moment of morning where there was finally no need to rush to do anything

he didn't want to wake you up at first, but you had a knack for being in sync with him so when your eyes fluttered open a little after his did and your hand reached up to smooth his frazzled, thick locks, he felt a little less guilty for rousing your awake. you had probably become used to the little tingles that resounded whenever he pressed his lips against your shoulder and led up towards your neck, and you always smiled and reassured him that you loved being woken up with something as gentle as his lips.

gorou loved when your fingers would find the soft part of his ears and stroke them softly as if you were handling glass. his heart felt full and swollen with an indescribable feeling that he hadn't felt before (and it felt light and airy). you hummed out an interesting thought you had from the day prior, and let him run over the day's plans for his soldiers while you stroked his head and let him run his calloused and battle-scarred hands over your back.

if possible gorou wanted to freeze time in this exact window of time each morning and prolong the domesticity and sweetness of your morning talks for just a little while longer. all he's ever wished for was something stable, comforting, and sweet and he finds all that he has ever yearned for within your eyes and embrace.

date published: february 7th, 2022

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3 years ago

thinking about…

warning(s): not proofread. other than that, none.

other musings: read a haikyuu version of this and now i can’t get these out of my head,,, ALSO, i apologize if your fave isn’t in this!! truthfully, i wanted to include more characters, but i couldn’t find the inspiration + i was scared to not get their personalities down. might do a pt. 2 with some others later when my creative juices are properly flowing once more but i’m not promising anything,,,

update: this was inspired by the haikyuu (original) version, which belongs to @kageyuji !! pls go and check their stuff too!

…holding the jujutsu kaisen characters’ faces.

𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈 𝐘𝐔𝐔𝐉𝐈 pauses and tilts his head, though his face quickly breaks into a beam, the color of his cheeks matching his hair. if there was a puppy’s tail attached to him, it’d be wagging furiously by now. he then proceeds to nuzzle either one of your hands, loving the feel of your palms and the thumb rubbing his cheek, eyes sliding shut. they snap back open, stuck in a lovesick gaze when he feels your petals against his forehead and nose. once you’ve finished, he tackles you with a hug, burying his face in your hair. “love you,” he mumbles, tightening his hold around you, “so much.”

𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈’s face is blank at first. it doesn’t take long for it to morph to one of suspicion, eyes narrowed— a way of asking ‘what do you think you’re doing’. your reply came in the form of a sheepish smile, explaining how you simply wanted to admire his pretty features and provide affection. one of his eyebrow quirks. not wanting to annoy him further, you’re about to pull away, only for him to cover your hands with his, face looking off to the side. it’s your turn to raise a brow. “…never told you to stop…” he mutters, barely audible, the tip of his ears burning, subconsciously leaning further into your touch.

𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄 seems startled, though his widened eyes soften immediately upon spotting your familiar form. he didn’t say anything—not that you expected him to, anyways. another thing you didn’t expect, however, was for him to reciprocate the gesture, cradling your face with a tenderness one would use when holding the finest china. you brush over his eyelashes, which seemed to trigger something in him: peppering kisses all over your face as he basks in the sound of your melodious giggles.

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 blinks once, then twice. his diamond cut irises gleam with pleasant surprise, mouth curling to a smirk. one of his hands reaches up, temporarily removing one of yours to place a kiss your on inner wrist, while the other makes its way around your waist, closing the distance between. “oh?” he starts, “and to what do i owe this pleasure?” his teasing tone prompts an eye roll from you. “my poor, unfortunate dumbass who’s hopelessly in love with you.” a low chuckle escapes him at your reply, and he shifts to press his forehead against yours. “really? ’s a good thing i’m hopelessly in with love you too, then.”

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎’s unreadable expression doesn’t waver. “can i hold your face?” the question remains unanswered for a while, and sweat is beginning to gather at the back of your neck. you begin to crumble under the weight of his gaze. “ah, um, you know what? nevermi—” “cup your palms.” did you hear that right? “wha—” he doesn’t let you finish, already seizing and positioning your hands. afterwards, he leans his head forward to perch on your awaiting hold. he lets out a tired (or is it contented?) sigh, eyes sliding shut. you could’ve sworn you felt him snuggle into them. “don’t ask.” “what?” “next time, don’t ask. you don’t need permission to do this.”

𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 exhales loudly. he clicks his tongue, “this is revolting.” you pay little to no mind to his words, knowing there’s no real harm behind them. if he wants you gone, he would’ve done something, yet here he stayed, scowling at you but never making any actual effort to escape or pry you off. in fact, when you try to let go, he moves to grip your wrists faster than one can blink. “i thought you didn’t like—” “shut the fuck up.” again, his words drip with malice, but your smile never falters, especially not after the uncharacteristically gentle way he guides your hands back to his face.

secret admirer hcs

childe

not quite the standard type for a secret admirer, that guy.

he won't profess his feelings, but he wouldn't let you keep a distance from him, either.

he wouldn't take a step further to become your lover, yet he also won't settle for anything less than a close friend.

that's why he stuck to you like glue, popping up in the weirdest of timings, and brightly greeting you every time with a gleeful grin, nothing but amicable.

like he wasn't capable of sinking a knife down your back any time he wanted.

though admittedly, his presence was something you greatly appreciated, if you chose to feign ignorance towards his strange job. you did enjoy his company a lot, after all, even if you pretended to be irritated around him.

still, despite your deepening relationship, he intentionally put up a wall between you; one he'd sworn to never cross, nor would he allow you to.

let's do a quick recap, shall we?

he was part of the fatui—even worse, a harbinger—so he's aware he shouldn't get too involved with you.

in fact, he shouldn't be involved at all, but his self-control could only take so much, and he can barely manage to stop himself from reaching out to you at most.

he had attempted, once. giving up on you.

childe constantly reminded himself he had better things to do, more important matters to care about, but then the memory of your blinding smile would creep into his mind, keep himself awake at night, and cause his heart to race, no matter how much he tried to rationalize it.

he knew he shouldn't be swept up by minor feelings. it was purely one-sided, anyway; why was he clinging to it instead of throwing them all away?

he was tartaglia. a harbinger, a threat to the battlefield. his name alone terrified his enemies.

so why?

why did he feel so easily defeated whenever he sees you being happy with someone else?

he shouldn't. he knows he shouldn't. he knew better than that.

but he was in too deep, no longer capable of walking away from you.

he'd rather much keep you close than be out of his reach, even if he knew he couldn't come any more closer.

so he made a compromise.

within certain limitations, he'd allow himself to approach you. if he deemed himself calm enough, and he's sure he can keep his composure around you, he would put on a friendly mask and act the part of a normal friend who didn't harbor any romantic interest for you.

it was a tedious task. he shouldn't have made light of it. concealing his emotions around you was harder than he could've ever imagined.

but he had to. he wouldn't be able to stay with you anymore otherwise.

that's why he forced himself to act indifferent whenever he witnessed men courting you. he wouldn't let himself interfere, no matter how much it bothered him. he wouldn't question the pink dusting your cheeks when you received a thoughtful gift from a suitor. he would congratulate you, tease you for being popular, and fall into a disappointed silence when you fail to pinpoint the hurt in his tone.

he had to remind himself there was no reason to be disappointed. this was what he wanted.

but bits and pieces of the green-eyed monster would emerge in moments of vulnerability. he'd make a biting remark from a slip of the tongue, gaze hardening to a glare, and it'd be too late to take it all back.

yet, kindly so, you decided not to ask him about it.

because that's how you always were. so unselfish and accepting, even for someone like him. even if you tried to hide it with a poorly-veiled show of indifference for him.

(sometimes, he wonders if it was alright to be greedy. if it would be okay if he indulged himself for a short while and take you into his arms. if it would be fine to cup your cheeks and seal your lips into a kiss.)

(but the voice of reason would make its appearance into his head, and the daydream would disappear as quickly as it came.)

(you're so stupid, he'd murmur to himself bitterly.)

and yet he continued pondering over things he shouldn't have been thinking about.

out of curiosity, he wondered what it would take for you to accept a proposal for marriage. expensive jewelry? a handsome visage? an overwhelming amount of mora?

he'd seen numerous men with the following qualities. but why were you not interested in any of them? were your expectations really that high for a husband?

(or did your heart belong to someone already?)

the questions would flood into his head in the most random of times. whether he just laid awake at night, or he was in the middle of collecting debt. his mood would turn sour, and he'd try to shake all of his thoughts away.

how foolish, he'd tell himself once more.

but he could say the same for you. after all, you acted so careless with a fatui harbinger.

no one else would be caught dead chatting with him so casually, slipping in bantering insults without fear of offending him. you'd grasp his hands whenever you felt like it, ignoring the judging eyes of your peers. you would unabashedly pinch his cheeks and throw a fit.

and you were even able to sleep around him so normally, like you didn't know he could stab you in the back as easily as he breathed.

“this isn't the place to sleep, [name],” childe chuckled, surveying your surroundings. you were resting by an unpopular restaurant, exhausted after finishing a job. it was an odd time to eat a meal, so you were wonderfully all alone.

he stretched his arm to tap on your shoulder, making an effort to shake you awake. but he stopped mid-reach, instead opting to sigh and sit beside you, idly admiring your sleeping face.

you were too unguarded.

he dragged his gaze from your parted lips in favor of glancing to the side, fearing he'd do something he'll regret.

still, this was a golden opportunity.

slowly, he peeled off one of his gloves, staring at his bare palm briefly before he brought his fingers to clasp around yours, carefully tracing your skin.

he hummed at the unexpected softness, thumbing the curve of your fingers. cautiously, he locked them together with his own, appreciating how your hand fit perfectly against his.

and then he dropped his head, flushing idiotically. he hastily removed his treacherous hand, pinching himself as punishment. “what the hell am i doing...”

coincidentally, you were asking the same thing—wide awake since the moment he made contact with your body.

you forced yourself to stay silent, pursuing a muted scream. your heart pounded violently against your ribcage, threatening to burst, and you feared childe would hear your heartbeat from how loud it was.

w-what was that...?! you yelled inside your head, cheeks flaring up into a brilliant shade of crimson. as far as you knew, your affections were unrequited.

needless to say, he wasn't so much of a “secret” admirer anymore.

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fluffshelf

3 years ago

Request: au where the reader loses an eye and has to wear an eyepatch like kaeya, fischl and beidou. just them vibing with em all while everyone is worried about how you lost an eye??

Characters: Beidou, Kaeya, Fischl

warnings: mention of injury, soft yandere, sagau

Notes: my brain is fried, im also so sorry for talking so long to respond!

Request: Au Where The Reader Loses An Eye And Has To Wear An Eyepatch Like Kaeya, Fischl And Beidou.

Fischl is the one most excited about it, because now, she has someone who shares the same fashion aesthetic as her. For so long, she’s been outcasted for the way she dresses and the way she behaves and now, her creator looks like her. To say she feels happy is an understatement. She feels a bit closer to you knowing that you both have something in common and you can often see her standing around you wanting to make conversation. To be with you when she gets the chance and if you choose to spend more time with her, she’ll be more than happy to oblige.

Kaeya is the most smug about this. He doesn't need to know why you wear an eyepatch because seeing his brother get pissed off is way more amusing than knowing what happened. Of course, if you choose to tell him what happened, he’s more than willing to listen. You’ll never see him say it out loud, but it’s obvious with the way he’s standing beside you most of the time and being right next to you that he’s subtly mocking the others.

Beidou isn’t smug about it, but she does find it a little enjoyable to see Ningguang staring at her when she sits beside you or when you talk to her about new eyepatches. She’s most willing to find other types of eye patches you like, be it with the finest cloth or something really simple. Each time she comes back from a voyage, she has a new one for you.

Everyone else is concerned about you. Why do you have an eyepatch? Did someone hurt you? Was it an accident? The Archons are the ones most actively trying to find out what happened but they can’t do much when you’re having the time of your life with the other three.

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fluffshelf

3 years ago

irresistible

✧ genre: xiao, albedo, childe, zhongli, and diluc x gn! reader fluff

✧ warnings: none

✧ summary: what the genshin men simply cannot resist about you

✧ note: this is basically genshin men being simps for you (as inspired by one direction's song), as they should be <33 this is a little break from some of the angst that has been appearing in my posts for a while now so yes take some of this simple fluff and i hope you guys enjoy ^^

XIAO

the adeptus finds that your touches spark a longing in him that has him wanting more every time.

he always indulges in your sweet touches, whether they are biref or lingering on his skin.

during the times he's still a bit hesitant to intiate physical affection, he relishes in the way you'd slowly take his hand in yours.

he absolutely loves it when you lean your head onto his shoulder whenever you two are sat beside each other.

his face flushes a deep shade of red everytime and you can tell he's flustered by the way he clears his throat but even then, he'd never shrug you off or ask you to lean away.

he may be rendered a little speechless but he secretly loves any sort of affection you give him.

when he gets more open in your relationship, he'll start to initiate smaller acts of affection.

he'll get close enough to brush his hand over yours, glancing at you birefly as if to silently ask whether you were fine with him taking you hand.

or when you both are spending a night at the balcony of wangshuu inn, he'll stand close enough for your shoulders to touch.

his touches aren't that big and showy, but xiao doesn't ask for much. even the smallest contact with you sends his heart soaring and pounding loudly in his chest anyways.

ALBEDO

your local alchemist cannot get enough of your eyes.

the way they glimmer and shine with joy, or the way they look at new things with such wonder and curiosity, he just loves them.

as a scientist, he likes to observe things and take little mental notes in his head. that's why he always stares at your eyes whenever you're doing anything.

whenever you're talking to him about anything your passionate about, unlike most people who stare at lips, albedo would intently look you in the eyes.

he enjoys watching how your eyes sparkle with so much passion and love, is so absorbed in the way they widen slightly when you realize he's staring at them.

he'd do nothing but smile at you softly and tell you, "do you know your eyes glitter like the stars when you talk like this, love?"

even when you're focused on something, sometimes he'll tear hus attention away from his work to look at how concentrated your eyes are on your work.

whenever you two are in the opposite corner of a room for some reason, your eyes will always catch albedo's

his heart breaks when you cry though because your eyes only shimmer with tears and pain.

would definitely wipe your tears away and ask you to close your eyes, planting sweet kisses on your eyelids in hopes that it would make you feel better.

CHILDE

this man finds your lips completely irresistible and he will never get enough of them.

unlike albedo, he's the type of person who would stare at your lips when you talk enthusiastically about something.

he'd interupt your speech with a quick peck to the lips. it stuns you for a bit when he says, "sorry, baby. you looked adorable talking like that i couldn't resist."

childe would definitely ask you for some type of kiss every single day you live.

his day instantly brightens whenever you greet him with a peck to the cheeks, hair, forehead, etc.

kiss him anywhere and his lips will begin to turn up to form a thankful smile.

he'd always reciprocate with a kiss of his own to your lips, basking in the warmth and love they provide him.

he seems a bit clingy because of this, but you can't blame him when your lips are just that soft and addicting.

on days when he's tired and worn out, your kisses act like a little energy recharge for him. kiss him once and he feels like he could defeat the entirety of teyvat.

he always feels reassured and comforted when you give him a kiss. that's something he rarely feels as a harbinger, so whenever you kiss him he makes sure to treasure it and of course, reciprocate it.

ZHONGLI

zhongli cannot get enough of your words, the way you talk.

we all know he's around 6,000 years old so he knows millions of stories and has an endless amount of knowledge and wisdom.

still, he listens intently to any stories you have for him.

it doesn't even need to be stories, you can tell him about anything and he'd still look at you with such fondness and affection.

he absolutely loves it when you ramble on and on to him. he thinks it's adorable how much you know about a certain topic.

zhongli also lives for your little praises, thanks, and "i love you"s.

whenever you compliment him about anything, pride and love makes his heart swell, a small smile adorning his features.

mutters a little, "thank you, my dearest," before placing a small kiss to the top of your head.

bottom line, he will never get tired of hearing talk about absolutely everything and anything. even on days when you don't have much to say, he loves to hear your voice.

this man trusts you immensely and he holds your words to the highest regard so anything that comes from your mouth is precious to him.

DILUC

your smile is something that will always make diluc's day a lot better.

he just finds your smile so contagious and comforting. he is unable to stop a smile of his own from making its way onto his features whenever he sees it.

he would give anything to see any type of smile grace your beautiful features.

he takes mental notes on what you love just so he could brighten both your day as well as his.

in the mornings, when your both in the comfort of your own home, he'd always peck your cheek.

as a bonus, he'd wrap his arms around your smaller figure too.

he basks in the warmth you give when you lean into his chest, adoring the way a smile automatically comes to form on your lips.

often times he would get you some of your favorite snacks or flowers before heading home as well.

his heart completely melts when your eyes widen with surprise. he definitely pecks your forehead when you smile and tell him, "oh, diluc... you didn't need to, but thank you so much. i love them."

your smile heals him and dispels all the fear, sadness, and frustration he holds. he would do everything in his power to make sure you never lose such a beautiful thing.

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fluffshelf

3 years ago

Final Fantasy XV Masterlist

Masterlist

•updated 3 Jul 2021•

Chocobros

◈ ♣︎Get chummy with me [Poly]

[F Reader] (Y/N) is the school friend of Noctis and Prompto. The trio is incredibly close and outsiders might not believe them when they say they’re just friends if they saw how they acted behind closed doors. One person who doesn’t like this is (Y/N)’s father. Luckily Noctis door always stands open when she can’t stand her father’s bickering. A quiet place to just bundle up and cuddle. A safe haven.

◈ ♣︎Gladnis “courting” HC [Poly]

◈ ♣︎Love at first sight HC

◈ ♣︎Reacting to cuddles Scenario

How the chocobros would react to their crush leaning on them/nuzzling them because they are tired and the boys are warm.

Cindy Aurum

◈ ♣︎Love on wheels

[F, Biker Reader] Watch out Prompto, Reader is coming to get yo girl

Ignis Scientia

◈ ♣︎Hot wheels in a summer breeze

[F Reader] Ignis encounters a lively biker as she almost runs him over in her hurry.

◈ ♣︎♠︎Though skin, Rough bruises

[GN Reader] Reader gets injured after car crash and Ignis takes care of them and defends them from cheating ex.

Prompto Argentum

◈ ♣︎Singing to Prompto

[GN Reader] His s/o sings him to sleep after a long day.

Also write for:

Noctis | Gladiolus | Luna | Ardyn

♦︎General ♣︎Fluff ♠︎Angst ♥︎NSFW ✉︎Event ✮Current Favorite

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fluffshelf

3 years ago

hot things the tokyo revengers boys do

attractive things they do without trying/ being aware of it

genderneutral!reader

trigger warning: nothing

─ mikey

he hums softly whenever you talk to him. it's hot because it proves that he's listening to you, but it's also hot because his low tone seems to resonate into your whole body, curling around you like a snake would curl around his prey.

the way he knows he has you wrapped around his finger. the confidence he has whenever he's asking you to do something for him and the way he smiles knowing you can't say no to him.

he gets super close to your face whenever you're saying something that has anything to do with your romantic feelings toward him. "oh really? that's really sweet of you to say." he usually answers, in a voice that seems like velvet to your ears. he often looks at your lips with lewd eyes after that but move away before you can kiss him. yes he's a piece of shit.

─ draken

always touch your hips to move you a little whenever he passes behind you. (bonus point when sometimes he quickly kisses you under your ear or on your neck.)

he willingly becomes your personal heater whenever you're cold. you don't even have to ask him to hold you, as soon as he sees the tip of your nose and of yours ears starting to get red you're already in his arms.

his.fucking.smirk. it's almost imperceptible, a little smile cross his lips and he slightly nods in your direction. it lasts a few seconds but it's enough to make you fall on the floor. he usually does it when he sees you during a gang meeting, when he can't talk to you for the moment. or when he has to go because mikey called him, before he's out of sight he turns his head and smirks at you.

─ mitsuya

he's so mature and responsible. he handles every conflict with calm and rationality and never loses his temper, you know you can rely on him, (bonus points bc he's good with kids and nice with your family too)

sometimes, when he's really tired, he just lifts your hoodie/shirt and pass his head under it. "you're really warm, I like it." you can feel his breath brushing against your skin and you're even more warm if it's even possible. the best part is that he does it without any ulterior motive, he just really likes being this close to you.

idk man he's just so nice to everyone, and respectful, he gives his seat to a pregnant woman in the train, he helps an old man to cross the road, he offers his hand whenever you're walking together, totally husband material, green flags everywhere, he would treat you better than your shitty boyfriend

─ chifuyu

he loves to talk to you really close to your ear, he says the most innocent and random shit like asking you if you want to eat italian food tonight and let out a surprised laugh when he sees your blushing face.

he kisses your knuckles, then the back of your hand, and he slowly raises up to your shoulder by tracing light kisses all over your arm, when he's at your shoulder he lifts his head to smile to you and god wouldn't be nice to be in a relationship with him-

he unconsciously licks his lips whenever he's hungry and sees some food he likes yes it also applies to you

─ baji

everything he does is hot, and yes it is objectively said by a professional baji's slut

but enough of exposing myself, baji acts like he owns every place he goes to. when he sits somewhere, he makes sure to spread his legs and extend his arm against the back of his sit. he looks down at everyone even if they're taller than him, he just knows how to look scary and intimidating. a confident queen

"look at me" you hear these words pretty often, like when you're anxious and too busy over thinking, he asks you softly to look into his eyes and calm you down. or whenever you act shy around him, he really can't help it, he wants to stare into your eyes

moans like a slut when he stretches. he's not even ashamed of it. when you hear his soft whines you usually drop everything you have in your hands while he's looking at you with an innocent smile. this man truly doesn't know the power he holds

─ kazutora

this mf smells really good. it's not even perfume, it's his own body scent, and it just makes it 10x times hotter. sometimes you nuzzle your head into his neck, drowning in his scent while he laughs a little because your hot breath against his skin tingles him.

you know the famous fuck me eyes trend on tik tok? we found the winner you can stop searching. I know that he has like, gigantic eyes that seem to want to swallow your soul but he can make them look really soft when he wants. his big ass eyes usually soften when he's looking at you, staring without realizing it.

he falls asleep on your shoulder or lap pretty often. he feels at peace when he's around you, and this shows how much he trusts you, letting his guard down and being vulnerable around you.

tokyo revengers masterlist

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