Y...yes, Sir! Anything You Say, Sir! || Bori's 1k Special - Part 1
y...yes, sir! anything you say, sir! || bori's 1k special - part 1
➳ pairings: al haitham, ayato, baizhu, childe, cyno (separate) x subordinate afab!reader ➳ part 2 with diluc, heizou, tighnari, venti, and zhongli coming soon! ➳ cw: not proofread, a bit of power play (duh... they're your boss), oral (m and f!receiving), dry humping (on a shoe lol and mattress), exhibitionism, deep throating, swallowing, face fucking, dumbification, mentions of impregnation (ayato), marking, mentions of tying up hands, overstimulation, unprotected, aphrodisiac (baizhu), kinda dubcon, fingering, you're a cicin mage in childe's blurb, mention of marriage in ayato's, lmk if i've missed any...!
➳ synopsis: what would happen to you as their subordinate...?
al haitham x secretary afab!reader
you’ve met al haitham several times before… the whole mess all the sages have gotten themselves into. it was only natural, being the grand sage’s secretary and all, you would often deliver documents and knowledge capsules between the two of them. you never really thought too much of the man and neither did he think anything of you. sure, he was, well, younger than some of your colleagues, a vision holder, and… undeniably attractive.
maybe that’s why you’ve found yourself in this position. underneath the grand sage’s desk with a mouthful of the acting grand sage’s dick. you cannot believe the amount of control this man has talking to a matra with a straight face and unwavering voice despite being balls deep into your throat. not to mention, he keeps fucking his shoe against your clothed cunt and you’re absolutely sure that both his shoe and your panties are drenched at this point. you moan on his cock, the vibrations seemingly doing something for him as you hear his voice audibly hitch and his hand fly immediately for your hair, tugging at it as if to warn you.
it wasn’t your fault, it really wasn’t. if he would just stop using his shoe on you, order the matra to leave, and finally fuck you on his desk, you both wouldn’t be in this predicament. you’re almost led to believe that maybe he likes the idea of being caught, but then it dawns on you that he just actually likes seeing you anxious. this asshole only likes seeing you in this predicament, because he couldn’t care less about what others think about him. caution to the wind, you guess, and gulp down another whine, swallowing and stretching your throat out to make room for him even deeper as he digs the tip of his stiff sole against your clit.
you’re so close and you can feel that al haitham is too. with the way his dick is twitching in your mouth, you decide to speed up your ministrations and apparently so has al haitham. you tune in a bit, noticing that their conversation is about to end as he hits a certain spot, noticing you falter and begins to abuse it. it’s becoming harder and harder to stay quiet with how his shoe works itself so well against your cunt, your slick aiding in the feeling. you’re about to pull out to cover your mouth when you hear the door click shut as al haitham pushes your head, your nose hitting his abdomen with ropes of his cum sticking to your throat. you’re shaking at the feeling—at the fact that him using you like a fucking sleeve made that coil snap and you spill your essence all over his shoe.
he yanks you up from your knees before the cogs in your brain could generate another thought, forcing your mouth open by pushing down your tongue with his thumb, making sure you’ve swallowed every last drop.
“you’re a competent secretary, by the way. i can see why you were kept around—your services are much needed everyday in my office.”
kamisato ayato x retainer afab!reader
you grew up with the kamisatos, your family serving them as their retainers. your parents served the former heads while you were taught from a young age to serve their heirs. when the former kamisato heads had passed, your parents began to serve ayato, until he had dismissed them—told them they should retire and enjoy themselves—something he had wished his parents had the chance to do as well. and so you inevitably became his personal retainer again. not that you were complaining, no, but it was different from when the two of you were children. things like helping him bathe, get dressed, and aiding him at the crack of dawn—it just wasn’t the same anymore.
especially considering that tending to his nightly duties included him being balls deep inside of you. face down, ass up, your kimono disheveled and almost in tatters, ayato muttering something about how he’ll buy you a new one, one that he’ll personally pick out—to him, it’ll be a sign of ownership. he kept his focus on plowing into you, gripping your hips so hard every night that you’re afraid you might find indents of his fingers one day, your insides already having molded to the shape of his dick.
you’re biting his sheets, trying so hard to not make a noise when he pulls out, maneuvering you over onto your back. he slips a thumb into your mouth as you suckle on it, much to his enjoyment, as he tells you to not muffle yourself. he pushes his length back inside, bottoming out when he caresses his hand over the bulge, admiring the sight and drags his hand back to your hips (where it belongs) and begins thrusting yet once again. you’re full on moaning now, relishing in the way ayato hits every place that makes your eyes roll back with his fingers playing with your clit, making the coil in your stomach tighter and tighter with every thrust.
when your orgasm hits, your hands fly to your face in embarrassment, blocking out any sounds leaving your mouth and covering yourself so ayato doesn’t see what a blushing mess you are. he tsks to himself, one that you can hear, but quickly throws whatever thought he had away, replacing it with the idea that he has all night to rid of those hands that’s hiding your beauty from him. perhaps maybe with your obi, or maybe a bright, red rope? how about both? what other sounds will he be able to hear tonight, what cries will he be able to coax out of you, he wonders, melodies that he can’t wait to hear.
his cock twitches inside of you at his own imagination. he leans down, his body almost flush against yours as he kisses your temple, placing a hand on the top of your head as his thrusts suddenly increase in speed, signaling him close to release. you’re whining at the overwhelming sensation, biting into his shoulder to help muffle your moans when ayato stills, pushing himself as deep as he can reach as he cums inside, his warmth filling you up.
“if this sticks, maybe this will give you a reason to finally marry me.”
baizhu x assistant afab!reader
you’ve been baizhu’s helper since he saved your life a few years ago. he had found you battered up and injured when he was visiting qingce village. it was only after he took you back to bubu pharmacy to take care of you, a complete stranger, were you able to recover. you didn’t know how else to pay him back, nor did you really have anywhere else better to go, so you asked for him to take you in, and he obliged, greatly appreciating the help. he especially appreciates your help in aiding him develop a new medicine.
one that involves his hand in your underwear. he coated the “medicine” on his tips of his fingers before shoving it down your pants, caressing it against your clit, massaging the substance in your insides. he pushes a finger to your entrance slowly, coaxing it in as it begins to make you tingle, your body heating up. you’re starting to get needy, grabbing at baizhu’s wrist when he keeps going agonizingly slow, and to your surprise, he lightly pushes your hand off. he says you have to be patient, that he’s making sure you’re properly absorbing the medicine, that he doesn’t want to hurt you, telling you all of this with a grin, not showing any hint of concern.
he finally pushes in a second finger, making you cum instantly around his fingers to his delight. it’s working beautifully on you, perhaps a little too well when you grab the hem of his jacket as he’s about to pull away, asking for more. he wasn’t actually going to stop, it’s not like he went in this purely for research purposes, but the way your cheeks are flushed, beads of sweat dripping down into the crevices of your shirt, the rise and fall of your chest from him riling you up—it’s enticing. he’ll just have to make a mental note for later and tend to you now, after all, it’d be cruel of him to leave you like this when you’re asking so nicely, right?
he tells to come to the edge of the bed, enough so that your ass is almost hanging off as he peels off your underwear, watching how it clings to your messy cunt, sticky with your cum and slick. he wets his lips in anticipation, wondering how well your essence has soaked up the aphrodisiac as he licks a stripe up your pussy, groaning at the taste. he can already feel it getting to him as well, the residue or whatever was left on you, he figures, is still doing its job. either from the high of knowing how effective his medicine is or the effects really kicking in, he starts to eat you out with fervor, lapping up everything you have to give him, the noise so obscene that they bounce off the walls of his room.
you don’t have the time to feel ashamed by how loud it is, your hands going to tug on his hair as he grunts in response, the vibration of it ripples against you making you moan. he focuses his tongue on your clit, licking and suckling the tiny bud as he shoves two fingers into you, saying something about how you’re still tight even after an orgasm and his drug combined. he’s rutting himself against the mattress of his bed, his clothed cock desperate for any sort of friction as he feels you tightening up around his fingers for a second time tonight.
he curls his fingers, thrusting them in and out as he watches you unravel on his tongue, the sight one to behold. he gently fucks you on his fingers through your orgasm as he cums against his tight pants, slurping up your release as he stands up, unzipping himself to reveal his still hard length.
“there are still more tests to run, i’m afraid, before i can put this medicine on… our shelves, you see.”
childe x cicin mage afab!reader
you, a regular cicin mage, have been assigned to work closely under the 11th harbinger, tartaglia, your immediate response being nothing but a simple “fuck.” you’ve met the harbinger before and you immediately didn’t know how to feel about him. he was so… odd? so… kind? compared to the other harbingers at least, and on the contrary you actually felt the need to be even more wary with him. your first couple months working under him were quite fine. in fact, he was a great boss, he was kind and understanding and after a bit, you’ve completely adapted to being by his side.
that is until he drags you to a harbinger meeting, forcing you to sit next to him as he places a hand on your thigh, dangerously close to your crotch. he’s stroking the soft flesh, his pinky occasionally brushing over your clit, covered by your leotard. you’re lucky that the other harbingers can’t see what’s going on, though, they seemed to not care for your existence and presence at the meeting anyways. you try to brave up, attempting to push his hand away when he doesn’t relent, completely ignoring any signals you’ve been giving him, participating in the meeting as if he’s absolutely unfazed.
he goes from being subtle to shameless rubbing the nub, not hiding his intentions whatsoever, especially when he pushes your leotard to the side, playing with you skin to skin. your hands cover your mouth, not caring about what the other harbingers might think at this point when tartaglia dips a finger inside your entrance, slowly coaxing it in as he watches your expression, choosing to put in a second. the stretch is divine, two of his fingers already proving to be larger and deft, feeling better than whatever you might be able to do to yourself, and you’re confused. how is he touching you so skillfully? as if he’s already familiar with your walls and every crevice, curling the tips of his fingers to hit your favorite spot with every thrust.
you’re unaware of the obscene noises the two of you have been making, painfully unaware of how the jester has already brought this meeting to an end, some of the harbingers completely ignoring you both as they exit, others shaking their heads in disgust. you’re resting your head against your arms on the table, trying your best to hold in your moans despite having no reason to do so at this point while tartaglia gets more bold with his movements, ripping your leotard for better access and movement.
the squelching sounds and your heavy breaths bounce around the walls of the wide hall, ricocheting back towards you, only adding to your nearing release. tartaglia can feel the way you’re tightening around his fingers, fastening his ministrations until you cum. he groans at your pussy convulsing against him, the bulge in his pants growing larger and larger as he fucks you through your orgasm.
“darling, i think you’re gonna have to… work overtime tonight, am i clear?”
cyno x matra afab!reader
you’ve never really been a good subordinate, always skipping out on meetings as you deem them unnecessary, opting out on drinking with your colleagues, never listening to cyno. it’s not like you can help it, honestly. you have your own way of doing things and you still manage to get the job done regardless, so is there really any harm to your methods? technically no, and cyno has yet to really do anything substantial that could threaten your position, so you decide to test his patience.
his patience that apparently isn’t limitless, you’ve figured out. by…well, you know, the way he’s fucking you against the shelves in the house of daena. he’s keeping you captive, trapping your body with his as it takes all of your willpower and concentration to not make any noise—to not attract any attention towards you both. his chest is flush against yours, his cock fully submerged within you as you grip the shelf for some sort of purchase with one hand, the other desperately covering your mouth.
you can feel his breath, hear every groan that escapes his lips right next to your ear, the sensation only turning you on even further as his hand finds its way underneath your shirt, choosing to play with your nipple. he gives a particularly sharp thrust, as if he’s trying to elicit some sort of noise from you, saying something about how he’s been needing a reason to punish you, about he’s been waiting for this “opportunity” for a long time. his words are lost on you, could you not comprehend simple sentences anymore or was he spouting pure nonsense? you’re not sure, your head foggy from how slow he’s going, how he would suddenly snap his hips against yours, how sometimes he’d suckle on the nape of your neck or bite your shoulder, the figure eights on your clit, everything is driving you absolutely insane.
the general mahamatra, someone you figured whose sex drive was nonexistent, is throwing you for a loop today. someone who is more well endowed than you would’ve imagined, someone who’s filling you up oh so perfectly, the head of his dick kissing your cervix in ways that makes stars float right before your eyes.
at this point you’re tempted to place both of his hands on your hips, to urge him to fuck you right then and there in the house of daena, and you do, but all he does is grip your hips tightly, not budging an inch as he smirks against your shoulder.
“this is a punishment, remember? have i fucked you so stupid already that you’ve forgotten?”
➳ an: wow look at all those tags! also i literally have no idea why childe's banner thingy is so fkn blurry compared to the others... akhdkahsd
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trouble in paradise?
in which you and your rival co-actor were partnered up for your chemistry on-screen…and now that you’ve realized it, it’s proven to become more of a challenge not to fall for each other. (or : short dialogues shared)
character/s: albedo, ayato, childe, kazuha, scaramouche, xiao
a/n: hehe hi @sohyuki
childe.
getting interviewed about dating rumors,
“is it true that the both of you really aren’t together?”
it takes every fiber in you to not choke or spit out the water in your mouth, as you (shakily) set down the previously offered water bottle with a hasty and composed smile. “again, neither of us are interested in dating each other. we do admit that we have an…amiable relationship as co-actors, but definitely nothing more or less than that.”
yeah right, you can feel your inner voice openly chide as your eyes flit towards childe’s in masked panic. however, all you witness from your co-actor is his irritatingly polite smile, and a seemingly unfazed demeanor despite the intrusive and bothersome question.
“i don’t know, i think we look pretty good together.” he grins in a boyish manner, his slender fingers somehow finding its way to tease a lock of your hair within his grasp. you can feel a blush creep upon your cheeks at the unexpected remark, and you fight the urge to cuss him out in the middle of national television. not when your interviewer was clearly gushing at the sight of you two, and the glint of mischief in his ocean blue eyes almost dare to taunt you in his twisted idea of a challenge.
“it’s a shame,” you seethe through gritted teeth and a forced smile, discreetly unlacing his fingers from your freshly styled bed of hair. “that we’re just friends who aren’t attracted to each other.”
“says who?” you hear him pipe jokingly from beside you, and you swear your head whips back to him faster than lightning, a bewildered look evident in your eyes. “for all we know, i could have been secretly in love with you for the last few months.”
“ha ha, really funny.” you swallow the words as his fingers casually bump against yours, the warm sensation of it rendered as something foreign in your brain. it takes a moment to also register that his face was now inches from yours, a playful smirk on his face as he revels in the sight of your disbelief.
“funny, huh? care to find out whether it’s true, then?”
your tomato-hued face was the one thing childe took pride in, before the director giddily shouted ‘cut!’, and the interview was finally over.
the next day, your names were in bold headlines — and to much of your evident disappointment, even more rumors of the both of you “dating” were scattered all over the gushing press and intrigued audience.
xiao.
photographing for a magazine cover,
“how much longer do you have to touch me?”
“you think i appreciate this any more than you do?” he sneers, amber irises recoiling quickly in disgust at the sight of you. “stop moving and let’s get this over with.”
“that’s great, you two look perfect!” the photographer praises in evident enthusiasm from behind. “could you bring the lady a little closer to your chest?”
a squeak comes out of you when you feel your co-actor obey the order, much to his utter dismay. “you keep writhing. could you tone that down for a fucking second?”
“well in case you haven’t noticed, i’m not exactly the most comfortable with—!” your words catch in your throat when xiao slyly angles his head down to a patch of skin on your neck. you can hear his breath hitch and your pulse quicken at the little gesture, his seething words suddenly coming out clearer than ever against your flushed complexion.
“neither am i. now you’d better shut up, before i make you.”
“that pose is perfect! adjust your expressions — yes, keep it like that for a bit longer!”
it almost hurts to keep your breathing controlled, but it’s all you can do to calm the thrumming of your heart, as your conflicted eyes meet his indecipherable irises boring straight back into yours.
“…fine. dickwad.”
“incessant bitch.”
scaramouche.
bickering after a kissing scene,
“oi, someone get me some mouthwash.” you hear your co-actor grumble in disgust, while hastily wiping his lips with the back of his hand.
“a mint for me.” you scoff in return, only rolling your eyes when he turns to you with a death glare that seemed to harbor a shred of disbelief. “what? you taste like shit.”
“yeah, because i kissed shit.”
your scowl deepens at his words, and it takes the director’s exhausted command to split the sparking tension apart between you two. a part of you felt bad, considering this had already become some sort of “normal” routine ever since he scouted the both of you to play the main roles in a romantic film. but could he blame the both of you for getting pissed off after having to repeat that damned kissing scene for several takes?
“the good news is,” the director inhales a hefty breath. “that’s the last kissing scene you have to do together.”
“well, i wouldn’t intend to kiss her ever again.” scaramouche snorts. “she’s one hell of a shitty kisser.”
“oh like you were any better, dipshit.”
“you really wanna go at it right now?” his eyes flicker over to yours in a fit of darkness.
“what, you’re gonna prove me wrong or something?”
“maybe i will.” he growls in irritation, before violently snatching your wrist and dragging you with him to retreat inside his trailer, as you both quietly bicker amongst yourselves…but nevertheless, strangely don’t seem to be recoiling away from each other at the notion of kissing again.
“but, we have another scene to film in seven minutes—”
“any of you step inside that trailer and i’ll beat your ass up.” he threatens for the last time, a mysterious glint in his eyes as he lazily glances over his shoulder to meet the rest of the production crew’s astonished gazes. “we’ll come out when we’re finished with our business.”
kaedehara kazuha.
walking on the red carpet,
“y/n, over here!”
the flashing of crowded camera lights momentarily blind you with their intense illumination, but you work up a smile for the audience anyway. it’s been thirty minutes since you’ve found yourself posing for the cameras, however now you wanted nothing more than to sit down and tend to the blisters that were beginning to sting at your feet from your heels.
you take a few steps toward the venue, ever so slightly swaying in your stance as you grit your teeth and endure the sudden bursts of pain. if you could just walk a bit quicker to reach the confines of the marbled threshold that awaits…
but the deafening shout of the final group of photographers snap you out from your daze, glancing over your shoulder as they excitedly beckon you over to take the last batch of photos before entering inside.
you shift in your steps…albeit a little too hurriedly, as your feet begin to wobble and you feel yourself about to fall down —
only to be (unwillingly) caught by none other than your unfazed co-actor. his hands slip around your waist to securely straighten your body, and you can’t help but gape in astonishment at the uncharacteristic yet gentlemanly gesture.
“love, you look like an idiot staring at me.”
your eyebrows furrow at the slightly rude comment, annoyed at how his averted eyes never seem to meet yours. “i think i had it under control.” you mutter beneath your breath, forcing a smile for the cameras and gushing photographers, as his thumb lazily traces circles on your waist in a form of reassurance.
“you can bicker all you want later, when we reach the entrance.” he smirks in amusement, before nonchalantly resting his head on your shoulder to pose differently for the pictures, his intrusive breath tickling your ears. “just smile and look pretty, love. like always.”
it’s frustrating to fight the blush that settles on your cheeks as he puts on a facade and eventually guides you inside with that fucking knowing grin.
albedo.
attending a costume fitting,
“stand still.” you hear him mutter in a low breath, as he wraps the measuring tape around the curve of your waist.
you let out a dry scoff. “who let you do this?”
“it’s not that difficult of a task,” albedo replies, peering down at the red number on the white band. “so i offered to help out.”
“well make it quick,” you clear your throat, cocking your head to the side in attempts to hide the flush on your cheeks. “it’s been fifteen minutes. i’m starving.”
“are you?” he hums, never raising his teal irises to meet yours in turn. “or are you just scared?”
you frown at the boy. “why would i be scared?”
albedo tugs lightly on the measuring tape around your body, causing you to tumble forward and closer to his face. your eyes jolt wide open at the close proximity, and the forbidden thumping in your heart grows worse at the clearer sight of him.
“a-albedo?” you blurt out, shifting your eyes somewhere else to avoid his piercing gaze. “what the hell are you doing?” you peek over his shoulder at the wide open door. “what if someone sees us?”
a corner of his lip tugs upward in an attractive manner. “ah, is that why?” followed by a teasing chuckle. “you’re scared i might do something to you.”
“jeez, i’m not afraid—” you bite your tongue hastily in aggression, when he suddenly tilts his head to inch closer towards your lips.
“it’s in your eyes right now,” he remarks in a low voice, noting the way your breath remains caught in your throat. “you’re scared i’ll end up kissing you.”
you swallow thickly in the haze of his pervading cologne, unable to say anything to refute his words. because yeah, maybe he was right. maybe you were scared about the centimeter distance. maybe you were scared that your rival co-actor might press his soft mouth against yours without acting. maybe you were scared about what that would mean in your career and competitive relationship.
bringing your hands down to his, you pry his grasp off the tape around your waist. “well, you got what you needed. i’m leaving.”
as you hurriedly make your way towards the exit of the room, albedo stays behind to fill out the last measurement required on the sheet of paper, before eventually allowing a begrudging sigh to escape from between his pressed lips.
“ah…for a second, i almost wanted to kiss her.”
ayato.
helping with your make-up,
“why does he have to do this again?” you groan in your seat, jutting out a finger at the boy setting down another cosmetic near a station organized by the wide mirror.
“‘cause i know how to do it well.” ayato smiles, but there’s something close to a mischievous intent masked behind blue-grey irises.
you glare over at the director, who ended up shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. “just a few more minutes and it’s over. you’re getting paid to put up with him anyway.”
“god knows i wish i wasn’t,” you scoff, about to bury your face in your hands, before suddenly remembering you were already caked with make-up.
“one last touch,” you hear him hum, watching as he swipes his finger across a light pink tint before reluctantly bringing his hand closer to your face.
you can’t even protest as he brushes the pigment softly against the plush of your lips, the rest of his fingers cupping your cheek in a gentle manner. ayato strokes the shade once, twice, and perhaps once more for an extra measure — before suddenly pausing in his movements.
you wonder what he’s busy gawking at, and then it belatedly hits you — he’s staring at your mouth.
“ahem,” you aggressively clear your throat, snapping him out of his temporary daze.
“ah, it’s done.” ayato instantly comments, and it irks you to see how he doesn’t even seem bothered that you had clearly caught him admiring your lips back there.
“weirdo.” you grumble, pushing yourself off the seat to scrutinize the boy’s finished work in the mirror. “hm, i suppose it’s…not bad.”
your hesitant comment causes his eyes to shift from the cosmetics, towards the sight of your reflection in the mirror.
“well, would you look at that,” he grins cockily, ignoring the way his heart subconsciously races a tad too quickly at the pleasant view of you.
“i finally made you pretty.”
time loop wrapped
failed to save a loved one 8402 times
punched your boss in the nuts 13 times
arrested 329 times
died by falling down a manhole twice
binged 178 tv shows
you spent 328500 minutes in the loop. that’s over 7 months nonstop!
top 10% of time loopers worldwide
False Idols, Empty Worship Navigation
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choi seungcheol bf texts pt.1
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One Sentence Ships
Childe x Zhongli: you got betrayal, bloodlust, sugar daddies, convenient dragon anatomy, wrong sides of the war, miscommunications, culture clash—
Zhongli x Venti: those who share the memory....../I am the only person who understands your nightmares, I have the same ones—a kingdom is burning to the ground and I have a torch in my hand
Venti x Diluc: my kingdom’s beloved god is the annoying twink bard that keeps stealing my wine???
Diluc x Kaeya: translations are ~funky~ and that’s all I’ll say about that
Kaeya x Albedo: sexy coworker/destined to destroy the nation we love
Diluc x Childe: you killed my father, prepare to kissie
Childe x Kaeya: flirting to “gather intel”/if you stare long enough into the abyss, the abyss will stare back
Scaramouche x Childe: do you wanna place your bloody hand into my bloodier hand/whoever kills the most people gets to decide on dinner tonight
Mona x Scaramouche: whoever wins this tongue battle gets to decide whether astrology is real or not
Venti x Xiao: I fell in love with you the moment you played titanic on your recorder 1000 years ago
Xiao x Zhongli: loyalty. oh god my general is so fucking hot oh my god why is bowing to him so sexy
Keqing x Ganyu: my biggest turn on is the ability to do math and question divinity
Beidou x Ningguang: everyone knows the mayor is bonking the local pirate captain and yet to avoid death and egregious financial investigation, they say nothing
Ninggunag x Zhongli: the reincarnation of your best friend that died thousands of years ago is now pegging you
Razor x Bennett: puppy love with a puppy man
Chongyun x Xingqiu: matching keychains with your high school boyfriend
Childe x Lumine: trust me when I say he enjoys being kicked in the shins
Albedo x Aether: blond boys doing what blond boys do (turn each other into catboys)
Jean x Lisa: sexy librarian SEDUCES young mayor/true love is forged in civil management
Diluc x Jean: if you ever need to talk something out, my office door is always open (I left you a key a long time ago)
Amber x Eula: love is melting down someone’s icey walls (literal, actual, I have my fire arrows drawn and ready, come out and accept my love please)
Xiao x Traveler: I've watched that scene of Xiao catching them probably a thousand times analyzing every twitch of the hands like its a period drama
Ei x Yae: I love you so please trust me when I say that you are being a little bitch
Sara x Itto: staring at your “enemy”s tits while dueling for the 54th time that week, saying it’s because that’s where the vital organs are
Itto x Gorou: the Mulan effect—hot warriors are hot no matter what gender they present as
Kazuha x Tomo: cheering while your bf sword fights with god/please don’t go, what’s gonna happen to your cat (whats gonna happen to me)
Ayaka x Thoma: period drama we can’t do this you’re a lady and I am but your humble servant what will your older brother think
Ayato x Thoma: maid kink + period drama we can’t do this you’re a lord and I am but your humble servant you need an heir to maintain power in your clan
Thing Of The Past |Ch.23|
⚠️Warnings: This story contains adult/sexual themes, graphic violence, and harsh language, please read with caution. Some of the plot from bnha/mha had been altered to better fit this story line.
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🔞Minors DNI🔞
It was...odd. It always has been. Even after she had gotten use to it eventually, she still felt like this wasn't quite right. For obvious reason number one, she was "dating" one of Japan's most wanted villains. She knew it was wrong, but it wasn't like she was aiding him in his villainous activities. She didn't support it either.
But what was she suppose to do? Sit him down and try to talk him out of being a villain? Tell him what he was doing was wrong? Yeah right. That won't change anything. He knew what he was doing, he knew it was wrong, and he was well prepared to pay the price if it came down to it.
He would not change his ways, he didn't when he started out, and he won't now. And that's how it always has been. She never knew what went on in his head, as he never talked much about himself. No matter how many times she would try and get some answers out of him, it would either end up with him ignoring the questions or it would turn into an argument. So eventually she just gave up.
She told herself that he would open up to her when he was ready but...that never happened.
She was stupid for every thinking it would...
But this is getting of track. Back to how she felt about the entire situation was, again, odd. Deep down, she felt horrible for doing this. She felt horrible for letting herself be charmed by such a person. Because he was a villain, of course. But also, because she felt like she was betraying him...
Him, the one who she had given her heart to so many years ago. They had planned to be together forever, never leaving each others side. But the cruel hands of fate torn the two apart, never to reunite. His death was so sudden...it kept her awake at night, just thinking about how horribly wrong it was. His death never sat right with her, still to this very day, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was just not right about it all.
What exactly happened that night he disappeared will always be left a mystery to her. His own family kept his passing under tight wraps, the public eye was persistent. The Todoroki family only saw fit to keep his death as simple, and as private as possible. Even though, his death was far from simple...
Was he murdered? Perhaps kidnapped? Or was he still out there, hiding from...well, something. Of all possibilities, she hoped that he was still alive somewhere, but as the years went by, her hope slowly faded into nothingness.
Todoroki Touya...was dead...
His warmth died with him, and was replaced by a suffocating heat that she could no longer recognize. The heat that filled the emptiness left by Touya, belong to Dabi. His heat was too intense for her, and yet she kept clinging onto it. If this was the only way to keep her from falling deeper into that pit, then so be it...
But she would soon come to regret that decision...
Dabi was not Touya. He had no warmth in his heart, but rather, an unforgiving fire that burned from the inside out. It consumed his very soul, until there was nothing left but hatred and rage. He was like a spider's web, she was unable to escape his flame. She hated it, and she loved it all the same. His fire, was welcoming as well as it was terrifying.
He had her right where he wanted her, but like herself, he soon came to regret it. His mind was so clouded with the idea of keeping her close to him, all to himself, that he ended up chasing her away. But like the fire that burned within him, he would not let her go so easily.
She was his...and he was hers...
That is how it always has been...and always will be...
In darkness, it was hard to keep herself conscious. But if she listened carefully enough, she could hear what was around her. Yelling. It was faint, but it was yelling none the less. Then there was voices, she could tell who they belong to or what they were saying, but she could hear the muffled exchanges of words. The voices became more and more distant until she was met with the same silence as before.
Where was she? What had happened for her to suddenly become deaf and blind to the world? Wherever she was, she felt as if she were floating. Was she dying? Was this to be her last moments?
'No...that man...he did this...'
Struggling, she remembered the small blue marble that appeared in front of her before everything went black.
'He was...told to do this...to capture me...'
But where was she? That she still didn't know. With the last few moments of consciousness, she uttered the words:
"Help me...Touya..."
Dabi arrived on the scene just in time for Hakai's breakdown. He had lost the person that could heal him, and now, he was out for blood. "The fuck is going?" Dabi muttered before picking up his speed. Just ahead he could see Hakai giving chase to Mr. Compress, the league right behind him. Then he heard it.
"Give me back that woman!" Hakai yelled.
"Woman?...Y/n!?" Dabi exclaimed. Mr. Compress had Y/n? Why!? Whatever the reason, he was about to find out. He called out to the League, Toga was the first to hear him. "Dabi!" She cried out, making the others turn to him. Shigaraki, taking the breif moment to be releaved, turned to Spinner and Twice. "Go after him. We'll catch up." Spinner and Twice both nod before running ahead.
Toga ran to Dabi, hugging him tightly as tears fell from her cheeks. "You're alive!" Dabi couldn't help but crack a small smile. "Yeah." He placed a gentle hand on her head. "For the time being." His smile dropped when Shigaraki approached. "Would have really thought less of you, if you really were killed by that punk." He tells him.
"Shigaraki." Dabi began. "Hakai, he had a woman with him didn't he?" He asked. "It was her." Toga said before Shigaraki. "That woman you like so much." She grinned. "Apparently. She's the one who brought you back from the dead." Added Shigaraki. "Is that true?" Dabi nods. "I would have died if not for her. That's why...I have to save her. This isn't about her being my weakness or whatever. I can set that aside for right now. All I care about, is saving Y/n, and killing that bastard. Is that ok with you?" Whether it was or wasn't ok with Shigaraki, Dabi would have Y/n back in arms again.
"I could care less about the woman. But I do want Hakai dead. So do what you want, as long as I get his head on a stick after all this shits over with."
Dabi smirked. "Then let's get it done."
"What about him?" Toga points to an unconscious Hawks. Dabi glared at Hawks, silently cursing him for not getting Y/n out of here quicker. His face soften once an idea struck him.
Meanwhile, Twice was cloning himself over and over trying to catch up and stop Hakai from attacking Mr. Compress. And again after again, Hakai destroyed the clones. He was set on getting Y/n back before death caught him with him. And it would soon, if he didn't hurry. Mr. Compress, ignored the sting in his legs and chest from how hard he ran. Suddenly, Shigaraki's voice filled his ear where the earpiece set.
"Compress...drop the woman. She's of no importance over you."
"Are you certain?" Mr. Compress asks.
"Yes. Drop her and come back."
"Roger." Mr. Compress held up the marble that held Y/n and released it. Y/n flinched as the light of day returned to her. "There you are!" Y/n gasped as she saw Hakai reaching out for her. A shadow overhead the two, made Y/n look up.
Flying down at full speed, sword in hand, was Hawks. He sliced at Hakai, making a diagonal cut along his chest, he stumbled back clutching at the wound. Hawks turned to Y/n and lifts her up before taking off into the sky again. "Keigo! You're ok!" Y/n smiles brightly. "Where was I just now? It was dark." Hawks looked at her, with an unfamiliar grin. "Compress had you for a bit." Y/n blinked a few times. "Keigo?"
Hawks looked ahead. "Look at that. Someone's waiting for you." Y/n followed his gaze, she gasped at what she saw. Her eyes became blurry with tears, her heart thumped with excitement. She bit down on her lip to repress the name she wanted so desperately to yell out. Hawks flew down and set her down on her feet.
"Dabi..." She said breathlessly. Dabi turned to her with a grin. "Miss me?" Without missing a beat, she ran up to him and hugged him, burying her face in his chest as she sobbed. Dabi ran his hand up and down her back soothingly. "I know...I missed you too." He said softly. Oh how her wanted himself and her to leave, just so they could be alone. But there was something more important going on right now. Hakai was still on the loose. Y/n pulled back, looking up at him.
"You jerk...lying to me like that..." She whispered. ""How could you just...After all this time, you were alive..."" She trailed off, unable to find the words. Dabi brushed the side of her face. "Y/n. I promise you, when this is all over, I'll tell you everything you want to know. But for right now, Hakai is still after you." Y/n leaned into his touch. "I know..." Something out of the corner of her eye made her turn her head.
Hawks, was still on the ground. "But-" She turned back to the Hawks that was just carrying her. "What!?" She looked back to Dabi, who chuckled. "Ok Toga, you've had your fun." He tells her. "Hawks" from slowly began to melt into sludge, making Y/n flinch in disgust. It continued to melt before Toga's body was revealed from underneath. "The real one wasn't being too useful, so I decided to save you instead." She says, brushing off the sludge from her arms.
"You uh...You'll explain that too right?" Y/n glances at Dabi. "More importantly, is Keigo still alive?" She asks. "Yeah, unfortunately bird brain will live to see another day." Dabi muttered. "But, I guess I do have him to thank for saving you. Then I'm gonna kick his ass for letting you get captured again."
"Enough with the sappy reunion already." Shigaraki speaks up, making Y/n hold onto Dabi tighter than she previously was. "If you hadn't noticed. Hakai is still alive, no doubt on his way to take that woman back with him."
"He won't get the chance. I'll kill before that happens." Said Dabi sharply. "I wanna take a few good stabs at him too. Make him pay for trying killing you." Said Toga. The three all turned just in time to see Hakai approaching. Red sparks of lighting shot from him, blood still dripping from his lips. His figure was slumped over from exhaustion and pain.
He was at his limit, while the league had just began. They could win this fight, they weren't Japan's most dangerous villain group for nothing damn it. Hakai was going down, they would make sure of that.
"Y/n." Dabi turned to her. "Hurry and get out of here. Take birdbrain with you." Dabi kissed her forehead softly, he didn't want to let her go. Just like before, he wasn't sure he be able to recover from this fight. But he would fight until he was on the brink of death, all for Y/n. "I'll come back for you. I promise."
Y/n gave his hand a tight reassuring squeeze. "Ok. I'll be waiting." Y/n hurried to Hawk's side.
Dabi, Shigaraki, and Toga readied themselves for what would come next.
"Bring it on, motherfuckers." Hakai rasped.
And just like that, it began...
TEMPTRESS ⸻ JING YUAN
﹚ SYN. heavily infatuated with the thought of you against me but marriage wasn’t easy and he knew that.
﹚ CW. NSFW. fem!reader. husband and wife. established relationship. reader is upset. in game spoilers. no prep. unprotected sex. breast fondling. fucking on a desk. neck kissing. biting. overstimulation??? slight/small fingering just a bit. mentions of breeding if you can call it that? pet names: my dove. my beloved. baby girl. my temptress. my wife. MINORS DNI! AGELESS BLANK BLOGS DNI!
fem!reader + jing yuan
﹚ WC. 1.8k. edited i simply was in a cocoon. beta read by the best!! thank you so much, lucy 🥹🫶🏼
﹚ NOTE. i am so normal about him? anyways. it’s been a minute since ive actually written anything smutty? it comes and goes so this actually was just a thought. til the desk breaks <3 let me know if i missed anything in the cw! okay bye!
“He would like to see you now.” the Cloud Knight addresses you, stepping to the side as another knight opens the doors for you.
“Tch.” You walk towards the huge desk, watching the lily pads float in the small pools. You frown at the sight of the unkept things, taking note of the overgrown vines. He hasn’t had the time to take care of anything and you storming in would add more to his plate, but you don’t care. You had other matters to address.
Your husband, the general of the Luofu Cloud Knights, had always been a busy man. Barely having time to stop and spend time with you. The only one that had time for you was the child you took care of alongside him, Yanqing. Despite being busy yourself with other tasks, it was a night where you both agreed to see each other.
Jing Yuan leans his head on the palm of his hand, watching you walk closer towards him, a tired smile playing on his lips. He listens to your heels click against the expensive flooring, catching a small glimpse of the uniform that exposes a bit of your body. You take a finger across the blades of his shoulders, poking him in his back before wrapping your arms around him.
You pull his hair back, your cold fingers sending a shiver down his spine. You nuzzle your nose into the crook of his neck, kissing the shell of his ear. His breath falters, he had almost forgotten what your lips felt like. “You’re late.” he mutters, rubbing your arm as he signs the document.
“My apologies, general.” you whisper in his ear, kissing his it once more before humming.
He nods, stacking the document in the pile with the others. “You’re angry.” he says, keeping his eyes trained on the next document. You laugh softly, picking at the tassel on his uniform. He felt your anger, the annoyance, and the utter disappointment. There was no point in you lying to him, he already knew what was wrong.
“You let him go. Getting Yanqing riled up. He can’t defeat him; the boy is merely a child.” you scold, tugging on the tassel roughly. He takes your hand in his, stopping you from ripping it off.
“Save the tassel ripping for later.” he sighs, kissing the top of your hand in apology.
Biting the corner of your lip, you shake your head. “I don’t care,” you whisper, looking at him with low eyes. “Blade escaping was your doing. I was sent out to—“
He stops you, pulling you over to him quickly. Crossing your arms, he pulls you into a hug. Placing his head on your stomach, strong arms wrap around your body, pulling you even closer into him. “Is this why you called for a meeting?” he says, muffled against you as his hands work to undo the corset strings of your top.
You shrug, taking your fingers through his hair. “Maybe? I haven’t seen you in two weeks. This lockdown is actually giving me some benefits.” you pull away from his embrace.
He raises his brows, playing into your fib. A cute lie for a cute wife. “Really?” he muses, leaning into his seat, relaxing as you crawl into his lap. He watches your breasts slowly rise out of the undergarment, hands steadying your hips.
You laugh, placing your hands on the knobs of the chair. “Yes.” you whisper, ghosting your lips over his.
He kisses you softly, your lips taste of honey, a flavor he still hasn’t gotten used to even after all these years. His hand cups your cheek, leaning closer into you as he kisses you harder. He knew your tricks, the tension that would slowly break into sex. You had been avoiding him for that reason and he knew.
He breaks the kiss, lifting your chin to look at him. His thumb pulls down your lip, looking at it and back at you. “You’ve been avoiding me, my dove—“
You lock eyes with him, kissing his thumb. For a moment, his heart stops and his pants start to feel tight under you. Jing Yuan wanted to pin you up against his desk and make you scream his name in pleasure, but he knew better. He wants you to use your words to get you what you want.
“Issues were at hand,” you cut him off, crossing your arms over your chest. “You’ve been busy. I would hate to disturb you.” you pout, looking at with sad eyes.
He scoffs, kissing you softly. “What exactly are you doing right now, my temptress?”
“Helping.” you let him pull off your top, the cold air nipping at your skin, his hungry eyes trailing up and down your body.
Your husband doesn’t say a word, kissing down your neck, a strong hand starts to knead your breast carefully. Trying to get a moan out of you but your whimpers were just enough for him to knock off all the important papers off the desk.
“Avoiding me,” he says in between a kiss. Pinching your breast, he kisses the corner of your mouth. “Making me wait.” he mutters, placing you on the table carefully, he watches you arch your back at how cold it was.
You don’t say anything to him, instead taking in the scenery behind you and the faint stars twinkling. It was late but your general had plans for you. Two weeks had been long with you missing his tired smile and his soft hums. You wanted to savor this, be together until one of you had to go out on a mission.
You taunt him with a small smile, grinding yourself into him but Jing Yuan was far from phased. He quickly unlatches his belt, his free hand undoing the laces of your pants. He pulls you further up with a hand behind your back, kissing your stomach as he drags his nose down your body.
A soft gasp falls from your lips, covering your mouth in an attempt to stifle the moans that were threatened to slip. Every little touch he gave you was enough for you to murmur out his name.
He smiles against your plush skin, biting your hip as he shrugs off your pants. Scoffing at the sight of your cunt soaking your lace panties. He barely touched you, but the sight sent his mind into an uncontrollable state of lust. He kisses the end of your tummy, pressing down gently as he looks up at you.
“P-Please,” you say in between rushed breaths, looking down at him. His fingers ghost over your aching core, tilting his head to watch you squirm.
“Please? So you do have manners. And here I thought my beloved wife wasn’t capable of such a thing,” he teases, kissing the inside of your thighs.
You close your eyes, a soft shriek falls from your lips as he parts your legs wider. He licks his lips, parting your slick folds with one finger, the other nudging your clit gently. Jing Yuan watches you squirm, pleading for him to stop. He smiles to himself as he waits for you to scrunch your nose in pleasure, clutching your thighs around him. He grunts, quickly pulling himself away from you.
“I could make you wait, my wife.” He chuckles at the nickname you hated being called. Dragging his cock against the inside of your thigh, he watches your reaction.
Scoffing to himself in pleasure, taking in the way the moonlight gleams against your skin, the faint hill of your breasts creating a shadow on the desk, and the way his papers had been long forgotten almost convinces him to take his time with you.
You groan, rolling your eyes at his behavior. “Just f’me.” you plead into your arm, avoiding eye contact with him. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of being needy and miserable underneath him.
He hums, his fingers strumming on your skin, “Needy lil’ thing aren’t you, babygirl?” he leans down towards you, kissing your lips softly before slipping his tongue into your mouth.
You wrap your arms around him, he steadies your hips, guiding you towards him. His touch sends shivers down your spine, grabbing a fistful of his hair in an attempt to break away from him. You were tired of him teasing you as a punishment for avoiding him.
“Jing Yu —“ you stop yourself, nuzzling your nose into his neck, feeling him spread your legs open across the desk. Your nails dig deeply into his shoulder blades as his cock slides into you for the first time in two weeks.
He looks down at you, watching the sweat dribble down your temple. Your eyes tell him everything he needs to know. Your whimpers are exactly what he needed to hear, as he sides out of you teasingly slow before slamming his hips into you.
Your cry brings a smile to his face, as he keeps the pace even and quick. His name falls off your tongue, your nails digging deeper into his skin. He kisses your ear, moaning your name loudly. Teasing slaps against your ass, makes you arch your back, interlocking your legs behind him.
Papers fall off the desk as if a gust wind had entered the General’s study, causing many important documents to fall. The ink pen rolled off and into the lily pad pond. Splattered ink had started to stain the desk but Jing Yuan made sure you were far from it.
Jing Yuan moans into your shoulder, biting softly into your skin. His thrusts were getting quicker, turning your mind into a stuttering mess. He hikes up your leg, needing to fill you up even more. The grip you had around his cock made him moan your name, repeating the same word over and over again. He wants to make sure you’re aching, begging to be carried back to your bedroom, and itching for him to touch you one last time. He wants to see his seed drip from you and down your legs, too stuffed to even comprehend the idea of bearing his children.
“F-Fuck, keep doing that.” he moans pathetically in your ear, rocking his hips against yours.
You dig your heels into his back, pulling him deeper inside you. His hand grips your hip as the other holds the desk, afraid of attracting an unwanted visitor to come stumbling in. He kisses your shoulder, stifling his groans.
“‘M gonna—” you yelp, hiding your face into his chest as he painfully slams his hips into you one last time.
He calls out your name, curse words falling from your lips as he pumps his load inside of you. Pulling you into his chest, he kisses your temple, breathing uneven and still holding onto the idea of you carrying his seed.
You kiss his temple, snuggling into his chest carefully, “I love you.” you mutter with a sleepy smile.
He kisses your forehead, covering the both of you with the blanket he had on one of the shelves of his desk. “I love you too, my beautiful dove.”
don’t look down
(albedo x reader)
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“Come on Albedo, give it a rest. You’ve been cooped up here for 3 days! You need to eat.” You push your way into the tent despite him telling you to leave right when you opened it up.
“Not now. I’m not going to repeat myself. I’m almost done, food can wait, now leave.” He didn’t even bother glancing back at you.
Your hands only tightened around the lunch you made him, saying nothing more you walked up to where he was sitting and placed the soup you made for him on his table, though as you did so you managed to knock down the ink he was using to write all over his paperwork, the very paperwork he’s been writing on for his experiment for the past three days.
You froze, opening your mouth to say something but nothing came out, you felt stupid.
Albedo only stared at the ink seeping into the paper, mixing the words he wrote into one big pile of nothing. He only gently put down the pen next to him, head falling into his hands as he exhaled, trying his absolute best to not lose it completely.
“Bedo I’m sorry.”
“Get out.” He cleared his throat, inhaling sharply through his nose as he raised his head. “Now! Get out, leave, I don’t want to see you. You’ve done enough.” He closed his eyes, temples throbbing.
“I-I can help just let me-“
The soup you made went flying to the floor, some of the liquid spilled out of the bag spreading onto the floor along with some papers, making you jump back at the sudden movement.
“I’m not going to repeat myself,” his hands slammed down onto the table “JUST LEAVE! GO! YOU'VE RUINED ENOUGH!” His voice rose higher than you’ve ever heard it, making you immediately turn around, grabbing nothing as you did what he told you to.
You felt horrible. Of course you try doing something nice once in a while and it ends up biting you back for no reason. You didn’t mean to ruin his hard work but yet you still managed to do so in the simplest stupidest way possible. “Idiot! Why didn’t I look before I placed it down.” You mumble to yourself, feeling utterly guilty as you make your way down the familiar trail to the scenic view you always visit.
You knew he needed a breather, a second to calm down, it was all your fault so you have no right to feel bad for yourself. He told you to leave in the beginning. You should’ve listened then.
As you were walking down the trail you felt how much colder one of your legs was then the rest of your body, your brows furrow as you looked down only to them notice a huge wet patch on your leg, presumably from the soup. You didn’t even feel the soup hit your leg, let alone the burn from it as you scanned the red patch that now littering your skin. Though you felt bad you couldn’t deny the shock you felt, his voice didn’t sound like his. It sounded so foreign, not once has he ever raised it any higher than how he normally speaks, but you knew you crossed a line, though he somewhat surprised you with how he reacted you knew it was bound to happen, you pushed his buttons too far.
You brought your hands to your mouth, blowing hot air onto them to ease the burning feeling on your fingertips. You knew he didn’t want to see you anytime soon but you didn’t want to leave him alone all day, so you decided to stay at the place you and him always go to besides his campsite to let him calm down.
Albedo’s chest felt heavy. He couldn’t bring himself to pick up his pen again, he couldn’t bring himself to even think of the experiment as he felt utter guilt.
It was eating him alive, you’ve been gone for a while now and the longer you didn’t come back the more worried he felt.
He didn’t mean to blow up on you. He’s never raised his voice so high at you and the startled look on your face as he thinks back to what he did makes his heart feel heavy. The smell of the homemade soup you made is still heavy in the air as he looks down at the mess he’s made with it. He only sighs, pushing back his chair and getting up deciding to go find you himself as he knows you felt too guilty to come back yet, he knows you were just worried and he need to apologize properly, luckily for him he knows exactly where you went.
You were too caught up in your own thoughts, eyes scanning the city of Mondstadt below you, you missed the sound of footsteps approaching from behind you. A familiar pair of arms came into view as they wrapped themself around your waist pulling you back into their chest.
“Albedo?” your voice came out so small, anyone who wasn’t standing directly next to you would’ve missed it.
“Mhmn.” He hummed next to you, urging you to go on.
He felt the way your body tensed up knowing exactly what was about to come out of your mouth. A smile making its way onto his lip’s the longer you stared at his arms. He was waiting to see the reaction you’d give him once you found out.
“Your hands,” you scan the arms around your waist, noticing something missing on his wrists, something that felt off. “Your hands, these hands, they’re not Albedo’s,” you all but whisper out more to yourself as you examine the fingers, palm and wrist if the person whose arms were wrapped around your torso. The person who looked exactly, even sounded exactly like your boyfriend.
“Now what kind of joke is that y/n? That’s impossible-“
“Let me go.” Your hands wrapped around his wrists, attempting to pry his arms off your waist which only wrapped around you tighter.
His smile widened, you could hear the sick smile and hum from the reaction you gave him.
He took a step forward and you felt your heart drop to your stomach, your terrible fear of heights only spiking as he took another step. You weren’t too far from the edge of the mountain, and yes though you were absolutely terrified of heights this spot was one you loved because of the view, that and you also never got to close to the edge, not this close at least.
“Let you go? But it’s me, it’s albedo why are you-“
“Don’t. even. try. Don’t imitate him, you’re not Albedo.” you tried to sound as intimidating as possible though you were more than sure the rabid beat of your heart and your spiked pulse gave away how scared you truly were.
“You’re not albedo, I don’t know who you are or how you sound like him let alone even look exactly like him, but you’re not him, and you never will be.” your grasp around his wrists only tightened as you still tired pulling him away.
“Did you always bite back before?” The man behind you whispers, a chuckle escaping his lips moments after.
“Are you scared love?” He cooed, arms trapping you in place as he shoved you forward with a larger step this time.
You shut your eyes and gasped, too scared to open and look down at the steep slope beneath you.
“You are? But you were doing so well at acting so tough just moments ago. What's wrong now? Don’t you trust me.” His chest was pressed against your back as he took another step, chest rumbling at your crumbling facade you tried to keep up.
You felt his breath tickle your ear as he leaned down. “I heard you guys fighting. What has he done this time?” He asks, you only start to thrash in his hold. “Is he putting his work over his lovely significant other? Oh how shameful of him, truly what a shame. I’d treat you better you know?” He jolted you upright, making you stand straight, your back fully pressed into his chest. “Just don’t make a sound and come with me yeah?” The playful tone in his voice was gone in a second making your breath get caught in your throat by how quickly he switched up. Your head was spinning, he sounded so much like albedo, his skin felt just as soft, his height was exactly the same everything, he had everything like him, but it wasn’t him. The missing diamond marks on his wrists and fast changing moods proving as evidence alone.
“Why aren’t you answering? You always answer for him? Why aren’t you answering me? Is there something wrong with me?” He shoved you forward again, taking a big stride forward leaving only about 5 feet from the edge of the cliff and your feet.
You felt your foot slide forward beneath you, snow falling off the edge as you stood up again, regaining your posture. Your breathing was erratic, you stopped your thrashing as you held onto his wrists once again. You weren’t even sure what to say or do, you felt utterly terrified.
“Now you're holding onto me?” He chuckled, breath tickling your neck making the hairs stand up straight, his voice went back to being condescending.
“This scene sure is breathtaking huh?” His hand playfully pinched your waist as he circled his arms around you bringing you closer to his chest, hugging you against him.
“I do wonder,” he took another step forward.
“What would really happen to the human body if it were to plummet down from this altitude?” You nervously swallow, feeling your mouth go dry. “I mean the snow just looks so soft down there doesn’t it?” another step, you felt your foot slip forward and a small yelp escaped your lips, making your eyes burn with fear.
“What if I conducted an experiment on you?” He asked, voice lowering as he took a small step forward. His own adrenaline pumping as he felt you shake in his hold, he wanted this, to take everything that was Albedo’s and make it his. To ruin everything Albedo loves. To completely corrupt him and make him the villain, make him the one that everyone hates.
Albedo noticed it was eerily quiet as he made his way up the trail, he spotted your footprints along it but hadn’t expected to see another pair he didn’t recognize leading up the same trail you had gone up, these prints were far more fresh than yours.
Albedo only stared longer noticing how the size of the print seems to be strikingly similar to his, making him more uneasy as a horrible feeling sets itself on his chest once again.
He quickly stood up and started walking faster. “They’ll be there, looking out over the place they love most, waiting for me, they’ll be there.” Albedo repeats to himself in his head, his legs pick up the pace the feeling of uneasiness making him slightly nauseous, mostly because only you and him know of this spot, no one else.
His legs come to a halt when a familiar voices hits his ears, his heartbeat almost too loud but he catches the voice alright. He feels the hairs on his arms stand because he recognizes the voice so well, the voice wasn’t yours. It was his own voice coming from the end of the trail, along with harsh movements.
The sounds of struggle only made Albedo move his legs again, his hand lifted to his lips to make sure he wasn’t going crazy and speaking himself, but his lips were sealed shut, having not opened since he last screamed at you to leave.
Turning the corner of the trail to the scenic view his heart was hammering in his chest. There you were, standing looking out like you always were, except he was behind you? He was standing right behind you, holding you close, as you struggled in his hold.
It took Albedo a second to realize just how close the clone of himself had you to the edge and his strides widened, wanting nothing more than to have you in his arms and out of the fake person pretending to be him.
“Don’t move.” He heard the clone version of himself speak up as he neared you, sword already drawn in hand ready to strike.
You stop struggling, your head snapped back to see Albedo, the real one, your Albedo behind you with his sword drawn.
“Bedo,” you whisper, lips wobbling as you feel relief wash over your body, he came in time and you knew he’d protect you.
“Impeccable timing I must say, but I was about to get my answer, what a shame.” Albedos clone smirked at the real one as he slowly turned around with you in his hold so you were now fully facing Albedo.
“Let them go.” Albedo simply stated, getting straight to the point.
“Hahaha, You’re funnier than I thought you’d be,” fake albedo chuckled, hand coming up to your face to cup it gently as he glared at Albedo. “You’ve been so mean to them latley, why the change of heart now? I was just telling them how I can treat them way more-“
“Don’t touch them.” Albedo took a step closer, sword pointing at the man behind you. You’ve never seen Albedo look so panicked, his usual soft unreadable features now showing signs of worry with his furrowed brows, uneven breathing and shaky hands.
“Ah,” fake albedo took a step back and you grasped his arms around your waist to steady yourself. “Nono, not a step closer or else.” Clone Albedo tutted, shaking his head as he clicked his tongue.
“Take another step and it’s not just me that’ll go down, the snow at the bottom looks so soft and I’ve been wanting to conduct an experiment for a while now you see. If you take another step closer I’ll have no choice but to use dear y/n here as my test subject to see if the human body will survive such a fall or if the soft looking snow at the bottom will help with the impact or not.” He explained, smile widening at Albeod’s uneasiness.
“No,” Albedo lifted his sword higher, glancing at your tear stricken face he only gripped the hilt tighter. “Don’t you dare.” Albedo spoke slowly, feeling his stomach drop with every word his clone self spoke.
“It's not you who gets to decide.” Clone Albedo glared, thumb caressing the side of your cheek as he rested his head upon your shoulder, feeling them slightly tremble. “Would you care to join me in this joint experiment of mine dear y/n?”
Another step back.
You felt your bottom lip wobble as you bit down not wanting the sob to escape. You were beyond scared, plummeting to your death was something that always made your skin crawl. What a sick twist of fate, your worst fear was being served to you on a silver platter.
“No, p-please don’t.” Your voice cracked, Albedo’s features hardened as he saw tears run down you cheeks.
Another step back.
Clone Albedo just had one more step and you’d both go down. You didn’t think your life would end in such a horrible way, the way you feared the most.
“I-I don’t want to go with you, I don’t want to be part of your experiment. Please just let me stay.” You choke out, trying to plant your feet onto the ground to stop him from dragging you back any further.
“Why?” His grip on your face tightened making you wince. “Why should he get to keep you while I get left with nothing? When he treats you so mean. I’ve been watching you both for so long. Why am I the one who has to be left all alone? All these years i've seen you have everything you’ve ever wanted, everything I could ever hope for, and yet you take things for granted Albedo, but this,” a wide smile spreads across his lips, “this should teach you to treasure the things you have, because you never know what might happen, in an instant, just like you took the life I was supposed to have, I’ll take one of the lives you were supposed to treasure.” He laughs, both his arms tightening around your waist as he let his body fall back.
Your eyes only widened, you looked at Albedo in shock as he threw his sword down, his arm outstretched to you but you felt your whole body tipping back as he did so. You stretched out your own arm in hopes to just maybe get a grasp of Albedo’s hand, just maybe.
It felt like time slowed down, you couldn’t really move so you just stood frozen as you felt yourself slowly tip back fully, the view of the sky meeting your eyes as you felt the body behind you rumble as his laughter grew louder. The weight of his body dragged you down along with him, you no longer felt the snow beneath your feet as you felt yourself get pulled down along with the clone of albedo.
A hand came into view once again, a familiar gloved one that you loved so much. Along with his hand came an expression you’ve never seen him wear, a sad, scared terrified look gracing his features. Crystal like tears rolling down his face as he reached as far as his arm would let him without letting his own body slip down too. Your hand flew up and you felt his touch, fleeting but still there and just in time.
He gripped your hand in his, his other arm gripping onto the sharp unsteady rock next to the edge to hold himself from falling down.
The pain shot down his whole body, from the very arm that was holding the weight of holding two people down to his chest. His heart was beating so loud in his ears. Though he felt as if his arm was about to tear out of its socket at any given moment he couldn’t care less about the excruciating pain he was experiencing, not when you were looking at him with such scared eyes. No matter what, he had to pull you up at all costs.
“Y-You can’t,” You choke out, clone Albedo pulling you down further making you slip a bit in Albedo’s grasp.
“Just let go, your arm can’t take anymore.” You try to stop the tears, your eyes burned from the sheer cold you felt. Your scared face making more tears spill out of Albedo’s own eyes as he shook his head.
“NO! NO I WONT!” Albedo yelled, refusing to do so, knowing he won’t be able to live with himself if he ever did such a thing. Not after what he told you earlier, not after how he treated you so horribly and hasn’t had the chance to properly apologize, he sure as hell wasn’t going to let you go.
Clone Albedo only laughed at Albedos struggle. He wanted to see him crumble, to see him fall into despair, to take everything that was his and to replace him, to be the better version of him.
“Trying so hard to save them? Just let go, you were screaming at them to leave earlier what’s the difference if they leave like this.” Clone Albedo yelled, as he pushed his legs against the cliff making you slip in Albedos hands just a bit more.
The rock Albedo’s was using to steady himself moved making him slip forward. The sharp rock only pierced through his glove and into his hand.
“ALBEDO, ALBEDO STOP!” You screamed, getting his attention as he faced you again, you couldn’t stand seeing him struggle so much, you knew it was hurting him but you couldn’t drag him down anymore. You knew what had to be done.
You twist your hand in his and his eyes widen. “Y/N DONT YOU DARE, STOP MOVING PLEASE, PLEASE DONT-“ he choked out, his fresh tears hitting your face as he looked down at you in desperation.
“I’m sorry love, but I can’t let you get dragged down as well.” You whisper, twisting in his hold once again as you felt yourself slip though his hold.
The look of terror on his face made your eyes blur more as you felt the clone of Albedo drag you down with him, the last thing you heard was the sound of your name being screamed from the lips of your lover. You hoped he can forgive you for making such a selfish decision on your own, but he was too important to lose, you just couldn’t drag him down too, not after all the mess you’ve caused already. All you could do was offer a smile to him as you fell, his figure leaning over the edge becoming more distant before everything went black.
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authors note: hello lovely people!! today I present my first Albedo fic woooo ^o^ pretty chalk prince time! I was unsure if I should leave it off the way I did or not LOL SORRY FOR THAT BTW but here it is! also uhhh sorry for any errors I didn’t have much time to revise but I wanted to post something. I was going to post tmr but it’s my birthday so I wasn’t sure if I’d have enough time to do so but I do hope you all enjoy it! stay safe lovelies! -bagel ┗ (･o･ ) ┓<33
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Synopsis: It’s been a year since the events with the mutated Cryo Regisvine went down and you continue to conduct research in Dragonspine alongside Albedo. But as Aether and Paimon return once more, new secrets hidden within the depths of the mountain begin to surface and you learn there’s much more to Albedo’s past than you could ever imagine. With a new threat looming over Mondstadt, you can only wonder, what is the cost of loving a man whose history is blurred by snow and ice?
This is the sequel to Forelsket, which you can read here!
Current Word Count: ~30k
Status: completed!
Prologue
Act I: Hiraeth
Act II: Kalopsia
Scene I
Scene II
Act III: Aeipathy
Notes:
Ya girl is back with another Albedo series! This time, we’re following the events of the 2.3 Shadows Amidst Snowstorms Dragonspine event :)
Each act in this series is between 7-10k words, I’ve tried to pay attention to small details and such!
Due to the length of this series (in terms of words), updates will likely be slow as I do still have school work and personal things to attend to!
The series isn’t AS slow burn-y as Forelsket because we’ve already established Albedo and the MC’s relationship, but I hope you still enjoy this!
My apologies if the characters are OOC, I’ve tried to capture their personalities as best as I can
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SAYING SOMETHING OUT LOUD. multi
it's been on my mind quite a while. ( or, genshin characters + accidental confessions when they think you don't hear them.)
ft. diluc, kaeya, albedo, childe, xiao, kazuha x genderneutral reader
warnings : fluff, slight angst, blushy blushy, me bullying kazuha but its affectionate !1! i wrote this at 2 am editing tomorrow :]
DILUC RAGNVINDR. noctua
"i want to marry you someday." are the words he mutters when all he can do is stare at you, when he thinks you aren't looking. where diluc ragnvindr's entire mind goes blank — not a thought behind those pretty, red eyes besides 'oh god oh fuck' when you eventually catch him. diluc doesn't want you to know about all the ugly sides of him, about how rough he is around the edges. he doesn't want you to get caught up with him—he can't let the fire burn you like it has burnt everything else in his life.
he coughs, and refuses to acknowledge it ever happened despite your countless jabs to get him to say something—to say anything. it's quiet and diluc wants so badly to pretend it never happened, to pretend he never said anything because he doesn't want to ruin it—to lose you too. you huff slightly in frustration, and diluc resists the urge to laugh despite the situation he's put himself in. it's strange how you can make him smile even when it feels his mind is crumbling.
the silence settles and diluc can feel the anxiety ripple through his body as he steals a glance in your direction. just as he can get ready to apologize, your finger pulls his hand into yours. "we don't—we don't need to get married now, but in the future ... will you marry me?"
KAEYA ALBERICH. pavo ocellus
"i don't know if i love you yet, but if this isn't love then i don't know what is." are the words he whispers into your hair, on nights where he thinks you're asleep. where kaeya alberich is at the breaking point, teetering on the line between loving you and keeping you out.
on nights where all he wants is to say i love you without the fear of you understanding. the fear of you loving him because how can you love someone you don't really know? how can you love him if even he doesn't know who he is? you're a breath of relief to him and kaeya wants nothing more than to be able to breathe without guilt. his fingers rake through your hair, and kaeya knows—he knows he doesn't deserve to have you in his arms like this, but he can't help but be selfish when it comes to you.
you turn your head, your face only inches away from his, before kissing the tip of his nose and holding him tighter. it's there that kaeya finally let's himself close his eyes. there's so much you want to say, but for now, it'll have to wait till morning, when he can be completely sure you know what you're saying when you say you love him.
ALBEDO. princeps cretaceous
"you're my muse." are the words he replies with, nonchalantly when you ask why you have to sit still, instead of working like jean had told you to. on the days where he finds himself unconsciously writing your name in his notes, sketching your face in the margins. albedo doesn't even realize he's said it, he doesn't realize how the words affect you until he looks up from his sketch book to find you staring at him in surprise.
albedo doesn't understand love, he hasn't even fully grasped the idea of it, but it's obvious to everyone with the subtle reminders to take care of yourself because albedo doesn't know how to express his feelings any other way. "is something wrong?" he asks, concern laced into his tone before you shake your head, a smile growing on your face. "muse? did you mean that?" and his mind blanks, before the realization hits him.
"ah i didn't—well, i did mean that, but it doesn't need to mean anything if you don't want it to." he says in a panic, even if it's not obvious to most. his voice trails off before he finally exhales. you laugh, crouching infront of his sitting figure before pushing the bangs out of his face. his gaze remains focused on you the entire time, an eyebrow raised. his eyes widen, before muttering a quick "oh." against your lips. albedo doesn't understand love, but he thinks he can try if it's for you.
CHILDE. monoceros caeli
"i don't care about the fatui—about work, about my reputation, just—tell me to stay, tell me to come home and ill come home as long as it's you." are the words he whispers the night before he has to leave, again. childe knows he has to—it's his job, his responsibility as a harbinger, but when he sees his family, when he sees you, he can't help but feel like throwing it all away.
on nights where he can't let you go, his siblings having to physically pry him off to eat breakfast, on nights where he thinks if he doesn't hold you now he won't remember what your hugs feel like. childe doesn't cry—he doesn't want to cry in front of you, in front of his siblings because he's supposed to be strong, but he can't stop it when you make him weak.
he buries his face into your neck, promising to give you anything, despite him being the only thing you want. childe interlocks your pinkies, he promises a future. one where he won't have to worry about not being there to kiss you goodnight, but for now, you can only whisper your declarations of love till the brink of dawn. "i promise, ill be here when you come back, ajax."
XIAO. alatus nemeseos
"till the day i die—im not going anywhere, not without you." in response to a question you'd asked him earlier that day, one he was too afraid to answer. "are you leaving?" you asked, rubbing the tiredness from you eyes, strands of hair sticking out as you watch him from the bed. he knows—xiao knows that's not what you meant, not in that context, but the question struck enough fear in his heart that he had left without warning.
you lie asleep on his shoulder and xiao wonders if he ever really will leave. if one day the guilt that scratches at his throat whenever he says your name will be the last sign needed to push you away, for your own good. the sun is warm on your skin, and xiao hopes that somewhere in the depths of your mind, you'll hear the words he's too scared to say while you're awake.
xiao doesn't make promises, because he knows that there's always a possibility he wouldn't be able to keep them, but as the sun falls on your figure, xiao can't help himself. he never can when it comes to you. "you've stayed ... you've stayed this long, no going back, okay?" he sighs, and xiao can only hope you'll let him stay with you as long as he can. you hand finds it's way into his, interlocking them as you absentmindedly trace shapes into his knuckles. "no going back." you mumble into his shoulder before going back to sleep, and xiao freezes in shock, before slowly holding your hand tighter, tapping 3 times on the back of your hand. a silent 'i love you.'
KAEDEHARA KAZUHA. acer palmatum
"you're everything. everything compared to whatever this world has to offer." are the words he says when you ask how his travels went. kazuha has never been able to stay in one spot for too long, be it because of the price on his head but because he's always been homesick for places he's never known, for places he's never been to. he's traveled so much, yet he's never been truly at home anywhere, because every time he says he's homesick, he really just misses you. kazuha would bring you with him if he could, because atleast that way he'd always be home with you.
kazuha plants kisses into your shoulder, trapping you in his arms the second he gets home. early in the morning when you've barely gotten ready for the day, adrenaline coursing through him because he's finally home in your arms. kazuha talks about the places he's been, wishing he'd brought a kamera so he could show you everything he saw, everything that reminded him of you while he was away. he talks about the people he met—stories that sound so bizarre you have to poke his cheek and ask if he's exaggerating.
"huh, they really .. don't come close to being here with you." kazuha chuckles. he talks like he's in a daze when he looks at you, and it's probably because he is. "you're everything. everything compared to whatever this world has to offer" he whispers, before laughing in an attempt to distract you from the blush on his cheeks and the things he just said. "wait what did you say? i couldn't hear you." you ask incredulously, while he only smiles, planting soft kisses on your neck. "nothing, nothing."
you roll yours eyes, fighting the smile tugging at your lips. "for the record, you're my everything too."
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trying to empress myself is very hard, but I like the process Tony • 26 y.o. lawyer, have Cyno vibes of bad jokes, Al-Haitam's seriousness and grumble like Tighnary God, have mercy on me and lemme calm down on my imposter syndrome
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