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(S/O) "Heh, I'd buy that for a dollar-"

I get that reference it's from Robocop! aka my favorite movie

Asta's s/o jokingly says it would be nice to have their own soaceship... They then have to physically restrain her from buying them one

(Honkai: Star Rail) Asta's S/O trying to stop her from buying them things

Asta doesn't like using her money, since many people would try to take advantage of it.

But when it comes to the people she cares about? That's a different story.

Arlan, S/O, and a few others have the privilege, and burden, of having access to Asta's wealth.

S/O has to be careful with their wording, as whenever they mentioned it'd be nice to have something, Asta would take that literally.

(S/O) "Heh, I'd buy that for a dollar-"

(Asta) "What are you getting? I can help out if you need it-"

(S/O) "W-What? No, that's just a saying-No, Asta! Put down the phone!"

Asta becomes absolutely flabbergasted whenever S/O offers to pay her back for a meal, or gets her something instead.

To the point she'd be willing to buy them something grandiose to show her affection.

(S/O) "We already said goodbye to the Astral Express?"

(Asta) "Yes, they're out travelling the galaxy now."

(S/O) "Heh, I wish the two of us could go exploring in our own ship."

(Asta) "...Do you need one?"

(S/O) "Hm? Well, It'd be nice to have but-Asta, don't you dare."

S/O reaches for her arm before she can even grab the phone.

(S/O) "How the hell do you even order a spaceship from an app anyway?!"

(Asta) "I can show if you-"

(S/O) "NO!"

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Jean x Dark Knight!S/O MegaPost

This is a reupload from the original Genshingorls, many thanks to the og anon who asked for this, and the others who were interested in it!

It's every post I've made for this AU put under one roof, so be warned before pressing Keep Reading, this is a VERY long post!)

S/O loved Jean, that much was clear just by looking at their interactions with her.

They respected her position as Acting Grand Master and what she was doing for the knights.

As much as S/O respected Jean and the Knights of Favonius, there was something Diluc was right about.

At times, they were too inefficient to be relied on.

S/O takes a note from the Darknight Hero's page, and decides to take matter into their own hands when the Knights are too slow, when a situation demanded action now.

S/O dons a caped black armor, a spear, and a helmet that completely covers their face.

Since S/O was very close with Jean and the other Knights, they knew if they ever uttered a single word, they would instantly figure out who they were.

To avoid that complication, S/O vows never to utter a word as long as they wear the armor.

Many Abyss Mage and Hilichurl attacks were halted by S/O, saving many lives in the process.

At first, the Knights mistook S/O's activities as the work of the Darknight Hero before realizing a third party was at play.

(Jean) sigh "As if one vigilante wasn't enough…"

(S/O) "There's a second one? I thought it was the Darknight Hero's work."

(Jean) "That's what we assumed too, but we've had reports from many citizens and knights that this second one fights completely different, not to mention ever uttering a word."

(S/O) "Well, I'm sure they have Mondstadt's best interest at heart."

(Jean) "I do not doubt that, but…I'm afraid that the people might begin losing faith in us…"

It hurt S/O knowing they were directly causing Jean pain like this. But who knew what would happen if S/O ever told her the truth?

As far as Jean and the rest of Mondstadt was aware, S/O was a gentle person who was sweet enough to not even hurt a fly.

S/O managed to hide a sigh themselves and held Jean's hand gently.

(S/O) "The people will never lose faith in you, or the Knights, Jean."

Jean smiled before standing up from the chair and kissed S/O's cheek.

(Jean) "Thank you, S/O. I have return to my duties, but thank you for this break."

(S/O) "Of course. Stay safe, Jean!"

She smiled and walked back to the Knights' Headquarters. S/O watched her leave, their smile slowly fading as she went out of sight.

(S/O) "Jean…"

(Diluc) "She'll be fine."

S/O didn't turn to face Diluc as he approached them. (Diluc) "Jean's resilient. Maybe too much for her own good."

(S/O) "I know, but I still can't help but worry about her…"

(Diluc) "It'll take a lot more than two vigilantes to break the Knights under her watch."

(S/O) "…Right."

S/O nodded and followed Diluc to Angel's Share. They were going to have some work to do tonight.

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Jean and S/O had been together for 3 months when S/O took up the mantle as the second vigilante of Mondstadt.

While they greatly respected the Knights of Favonius and Jean, sometimes justice was too slow in their eyes.

S/O decided to speed it up a few times when nothing could be done, and tried to keep interactions with the Knights to an absolute minimum so they couldn't be discovered.

That was easier said than done, considering at this point, Jean and S/O lived together.

Luckily, Jean's tendency to overwork herself gave some time for S/O to return after a night and hide their gear.

No matter what though, they ALWAYS had to arrive home before Jean since officially S/O worked at Angel's Share under Diluc.

S/O had to keep everything locked up in a box and hide it out of sight by hiding it underneath their bed at first.

There was a point where S/O was in the middle of undressing and covered in bruises when they heard Jean come through the door.

They had just enough time to hide everything, but not enough to cover their bruises.

(S/O) Alright time to improvise. Guess it can't hurt anymore than the Abyss Mages did…!

(Jean) "Why is it so dark? S/O, are you home?"

(S/O's voice) "Jean, you're home!"

Jean went to light a candle, and S/O took a deep breath as they looked at her from on top of the stairs. (S/O) "WOAH!"

S/O pretended to trip down the stairs, though in reality they flung themselves off.

Jean quickly spun around as their body fumbled down the stairs, landing awkwardly at her feet.

(S/O) "…Hi, sweetie."

(Jean) "S/O!"

Concerned she immediately raised them up, seeing the bruises on them. (S/O) "Ow ow ow ow!"

(Jean) "I'm sorry, are you okay, is anything broken?!"

(S/O) "I-I think I bruised myself."

(Jean) "You'd be correct. Archons above, you need to be careful, your body's absolutely covered in bruises!"

(S/O) "Guess our stairs are harder than they look."

(Jean) "S/O, I'm being serious, what if it was worse?!"

(S/O) "Well, I can have you to kiss them better?"

…

Jean shot them a glare that told S/O she was obviously unamused. (S/O) "…So uh, how was work today?"

Sighing, she helped S/O up and they had a relatively light dinner before they slept, covering S/O's true cause of the bruise.

That would not be the first or the last time S/O would have to improvise like that, only a few weeks later asking the Honorary Knight to smash a door into their face to cover a black eye.

In other words, it was a chaotic beginning, which S/O had plenty of time to refine.

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S/O winced in pain as Diluc sighed. Diluc was cleaning glasses at Angel's Share while S/O sat in the stool across from him.

The two had saved a group of Knights from an ambush but they didn't get away unscathed.

Even though S/O wore a mask, that didn't stop them from getting a massive bruise on their face.

(Diluc) "I told you to watch out for the explosive barrels, didn't I?"

(S/O) "Yeah yeah, I know…Ugh, this isn't good. I've been trying to make Jean take a little time off so she can take care of herself, and she wanted to get lunch with me today!"

(Diluc) "Isn't that a good thing, and what does that have to do with anything?"

(S/O) "Getting there. Now, normally it would, but I told her I work at the tavern. She would think something's up if a server just got punched and no knights made an arrest for assault!"

(Diluc) "Hm…I can't really think of anything that could help."

(S/O) "…Wait a second, the Traveler and Paimon are back in Mondstadt, right?"

(Diluc) "…Yes?"

(S/O) "I got an idea!"

…

Aether and Paimon looked at each other, extremely confused.

(Aether) "I'm sorry, what?"

(S/O) "When I get near the door, I need you to swing it and hit me in the face really really hard."

(Paimon) "And…there's no downside to this?"

(S/O) "You have my word Jean will not kill you."

(Aether) "Uh….Sure?"

(S/O) "Sweet! You guys are lifesavers!"

…

Jean came through the door and looked around.

She saw Diluc, Aether and Paimon, but no sign of S/O.

(Jean) "Oh, good afternoon."

(Aether) "Hey, Jean."

(Paimon) "Hiya, Master Jean!"

(Diluc) "Looking for S/O?"

(Jean) "Yes, I was told to meet them at the tavern before we went off. I figured that they were already here…"

Diluc cleared his throat, giving the indication that S/O was coming to the door.

(Patton's voice) "Oh, hey S/O. Jean just walked in."

(S/O) "Thanks."

(Paimon) "Oh, we can go find him if you'd like! Come on, Aether!"

(Aether) "Right."

The two got off their seat and hurried to the door.

(Jean) "O-Oh, no you don't have to-"

Aether grabbed the door handle and shoved it forward, Paimon helping as well and-

THUD!

(S/O) "HUARGH!"

(Patton) "WOAH!"

(Jean) "S/O!"

(Paimon) "O-Oh, S/O? How clumsy of us!"

(S/O) "Ack, my god! I think you actually broke something!"

(Aether) "Huh. Must've swung harder than I thought…"

Diluc facepalmed, he was getting second-hand embarrassment from S/O's plan.

Jean rushed over to S/O pushing aside Aether and Paimon.

(Jean) "S/O, are you alright?!"

(S/O) "O-Ow. Jean? Y-Yeah I'm alright."

Jean gasped.

(Jean) "Y-Your eye!…And nose?"

(Patton) "Er, I think the eye thing was-"

(Paimon) "-AETHER, do you not know how to control your strength you brute?!"

(Aether) "What?! You helped me push it!"

Jean was about to open their mouth before S/O waved it off by laughing. It was extremely awkward since everyone could tell they were in pain, but still they laughed.

(S/O) "Don't worry about it, it was just an accident. Let's go ahead to Good Hunter, okay?"

(Jean) "B-But…"

S/O kissed Jean, making her blush.

(Paimon) "Eyuck, PDA you guys!"

(Patton) "Not to make a fuss Honorary knight, but uh…you're kinda standing in the doorway."

(Aether) "Oh, sorry. To both of you, Jean, Patton."

(Paimon) "Enjoy your date you guys!"

(Jean) "Thank you…?"

S/O held Jean's hand and they walked out of sight together, leaving Aether and Paimon sighing.

(Paimon) "Thank goodness that's over with."

(Aether) "Sorry 'bout the commotion. See ya later."

Aether and Paimon walked off, making Patton open the door and look at Diluc. He still had a hand in his face.

(Patton) "So…what was that about?"

(Diluc) sigh "Don't ask…"

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S/O ran to a corner with the Darknight Hero, the Knights of Favonius hot on their trail.

(Knight) "Freeze!"

(Diluc) "Damn, they're catching up to us."

S/O silently motioned for them to continue on without them.

(Diluc) "What? But-"

A squad of knights rounded the corner, weapons drawn. Knowing there was no time, the Darknight Hero to leave, him climbing the wall and escaping while S/O stood their ground.

S/O was prepared to knock out of a few of the knights and improvise from there. Until they saw Jean walk in, sword drawn.

(Jean) "You are under arrest for disrupting the Knights of Favonius from upholding the law. Surrender now, and you will not be harmed.

S/O couldn't say anything, the moment they did, Jean would instantly know it was them. So, there was only one option left.

S/O drew out their spear and pointed it at Jean. She responded by motioning the knights behind her, weapons at the ready.

Jean's Anemo vision was going to be extremely difficult for S/O to counter.

They had no vision of their own and had to rely on gadgets. All of which were designed to kill or seriously wound.

S/O did not ever anticipate having to fight Jean, let alone any Knight, so they had no non-lethal tools to use.

They kept their spear pointed at her, waiting to see who made the first move.

The knights had their weapons drawn out too. The last thing S/O needed was to be fighting a group, with Jean leading the front.

S/O decided to take their chances and try to escape, or at the very least, force Jean to fight them one on one.

S/O jumped onto the walls and ran up to the roof, making their escape from there.

Jean quickly managed to catch up while the Knights remained on the floor.

S/O saw the gate and tried to make a run for it there, only for Jean to jump up and block their path.

(Jean) "You're not getting away that easy."

(S/O) Hard way it is…Sorry, Jean.

S/O said this to themselves as they got into a battle stance, charging forward.

Their spear thrusted forward, Jean sidestepping to the left and narrowly dodging the attack.

Her arm thrusted upwards, the rapier sliding across the shaft of S/O's spear and forcing them back.

As S/O was going backwards, they felt the air pulling them towards her.

(S/O) Damn it, she's going to-!

(Jean) "GO AS ONE!"

S/O knew what she was capable of with her Anemo vision, and had seen it in action before.

What they didn't expect was to be on the receiving end of it.

They were violently blasted back and rolled across the rooftop, stabbing their spear onto the roof so they can stop rolling like a ragdoll.

Looking up, Jean was already running towards them.

If S/O remembered how she fought, then she was about to swing the rapier to her right, then thrust upwards.

Sure enough, S/O saw her arm about to swing right.

S/O brought the spear upwards, the pole blocking the attack.

They moved forward before she had time to make the next move and headbutted her, making her stagger back.

S/O used this chance to start making their escape to the gate, Jean finally recovering to get back on their heel.

S/O knew it wasn't going to be long before she could use her Vision again.

-They had 2 choices. Either stay and stagger Jean one more time, or take their chances and keep running.

S/O Winning

S/O suddenly stopped and turned around, with Jean about to use her vision once again.

S/O had the blunt end of the pole strike her stomach, knocking the air out of her before swinging up and hitting the bottom of her jaw, making her fly upwards.

Before she could fall, S/O kicked Jean's head, making her body go onto the roof, and knocking her out.

S/O took the sword and holstered it and carried Jean in their arms. They were half tempted to say sorry, but didn't know if she could still hear anything.

Not taking the chance, S/O hopped down from the roof with Jean in tow, gently setting her against the side of a wall, with her sword nearby.

S/O sprinted out of sight before they could be tempted to look back and waste precious escape time.

...

Jean was angry at herself as she was returning to her home.

The fact a non-vision user was able to escape her was beyond embarrassing as the Acting Grand Master.

Not only that, it seemed that vigilante knew every move she made and countered perfectly.

…Now that she thought about it, that was a little too perfect.

How would a non-vision user, one she hadn't even seen before, know her moves and react in time to her Anemo abilities?

When she opened the door, she heard a warm voice call out to her.

(S/O) "Jean!"

They ran over to her and hugged her tightly.

(S/O) "I heard you guys were fighting the Vigilantes, is that true?!"

(Jean) "Y-…Yes it was. I was unable to capture them."

Jean wasn't able to look at them in the eye.

(S/O) "You're hurt…!"

(Jean) "It's nothing that can't be heal-"

S/O silenced her by holding her face, she winced in pain by their touch.

(S/O) "Oh, I-I'm so sorry!"

(Jean) "It's…" sigh "It's fine. Thank you for worrying, S/O."

Jean tried to calm them down by wrapping her arms around them, finally feeling them relax.

She kissed them, and when she pulled away, she noticed S/O had a bruise on their arm.

Not just one, but several.

(S/O) "…Jean?"

(Jean) "It's nothing. I'm just tired is all."

(S/O) "Then let's go to bed, alright?"

(Jean) "Of course, I will meet you up there when I finish getting dressed."

S/O nodded and went into the other room.

(Jean) S/O works at the Tavern. Why do they have bruises? …Actually, what are they doing this late up at night?

Jean made a mental note to herself to ask S/O about it.

She had a sinking feeling, but tried to ignore it.

- There's no way…

Jean Winning

S/O didn't want to take that gamble to see if they could stop her vision in time, so they kept running.

Jean concentrated her power, knowing what they were trying to do.

They were NOT going to get away.

(Jean) "Barbatos, guide us!"

The wind around them picked up violently, blasting the Dark Knight into the air, flailing helplessly.

Jean leapt forth and struck them down, shattering pieces of their mask as they fell onto the ground, knocking them out.

She landed gently on the ground and sheathed her weapon.

The Knights caught up and surrounded the area, ready to fight again at a moment's notice.

Jean frowned as she saw part of the face from the broken mask.

It looked a lot like…

Jean reached for the helmet and took it off, her blood going cold once she saw who it was.

S/O was battered, bruises everywhere and a bit of blood coming from their mouth.

But the fact S/O was under the mask.

(Jean) "W-…What…?!"

(Knight) "By the Archon…is that?!"

(Knight 1) "Quit gawking, cuff them!"

They locked S/O's hands tight and moved them away, with Jean still staring in complete shock.

(Knight) "Ma'am…your orders?"

Jean had to push that to the side for now. What matters is bringing back order.

(Jean) "Take them to the cell. We will question them once they reawaken."

(Knight) "At once."

Jean was left alone, her body going completely numb.

When was S/O this viglante?

…No, why?

Why did they not tell her this?

Why did they even go against the Knights in the first place? Against her?

She fought back the tears forming in her eyes and had to take a deep breath.

S/O had always said the silent vigilante had Mondstadt's best interest at heart. That was true, judging from their actions.

But…they still kept this a secret from Jean.

They did love her…or was that a lie told to her as well…?

She eventually snapped out of it and went down to the cell.

Kaeya was looking through the cell, his usual smirk gone.

(Kaeya) "S/O as the second vigilante…That's some sick sense of humor fate has."

Jean didn't respond as her hand slowly slid down the bar, staring at S/O's battered body.

(Jean) "S/O…"

Kaeya remained quiet as Jean's tears streamed down her face.

She had no idea what things S/O told her was true and what wasn't anymore.

...

- Jean looked up from her stacks of paper and sighed.

- It's been nearly a month since S/O had left Mondstadt, though it wasn't to evade the law.

- An Abyss Mage had broken into Mondstadt and sent Ruin Guards after the townspeople the night they were arrested.

- Jean and S/O fought alongside each other, saving several Knights and Civilians.

- Some of the people called S/O a hero, even including some knights, but when it was over...

(S/O) "Jean. I'm leaving Mondstadt."

(Jean) "What? But-"

(S/O) "The people and Knights know my identity now...Worst of all, you do now."

(Jean) "..."

(S/O) "If the Dark Knight Hero hasn't gotten a pardon, then neither should I. I'm a criminal, but I won't be imprisoned just yet, not when I have so much to do."

(Jean) "But you could join the Knights, S/O! You could-"

- S/O put a finger on her lips and sighed.

(S/O) "I have to do this. I'm sorry, Jean."

(Jean) "Then...I will not stop you."

- She was about to walk away before she felt her hand wrapped into theirs.

- Jean was slowly turned around as S/O gently put their lips onto hers.

(S/O) "I'll always need you, Jean. But the people of Mondstadt come first. And they need their Grand Master. I promise, this blade will not break before I return to you."

(Jean) "And I will make sure Mondstadt has a home for you when you do return."

- They held each other for the last time before S/O quietly left Mondstadt, putting on their mask and leaving.

...

- Jean returned to an empty home, late at night.

- She went to the kitchen to fix herself something to eat before realizing something was wrong.

- She could smell fresh food on the table, but no one should have been home.

- Jean reached for her rapier before she turned on a light, and saw what it was.

- It was a pizza, with a vase of dandelions sitting next to it.

- Jean teared up as she smiled, knowing where it came from.

- She slowly picked up one of the dandelions and walked over to a window.

- Blowing gently on it, the seeds from the dandelion were floating away on the night's breeze.

(Jean) "I know our paths will cross again one day S/O...But...Hah, perhaps I'm a little selfish for wishing we could be together now..."

- Jean stared at the night sky, not saying another word.

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A/N: Slight error here. From this point on the pronouns became male, but just pretend I meant for it to be gender neutral.

S/O was in self-exile after his identity was discovered.

It had been at least half a year since he left the city, wandering and helping those in need in the outskirts of Mondstadt.

He was certain that none of the Knights, not even Jean, could figure out where they were staying, until he saw a letter at their hideout.

S/O drew his polearm and looked around. After investigating the area, they checked the envelope and opened it.

"I have Jean. Come to these islands to save her, hero."

S/O didn't care if it was a trap, whoever sent this message knew how to get his attention.

They donned their mask and set off immediately for Mondstadt, but how would they even get there?

(S/O) Come to think of it, didn't Jean mention once that bard Venti being able to fly that dragon…?

…

S/O entered Mondstadt undetected and tried to keep that hidden as long as they could.

S/O walked to the tavern and sighed, knowing that Patton would be the first person to see him.

Bracing himself, S/O walked towards the door.

(Patton) "Uh-" !!! "S/O?!"

S/O held up a hand to silence Patton, and immediately showed him the letter.

He did feel a little awkward by the fact he still didn't talk, even though the people know who he was under the mask.

(Patton) "…Jeez, I'm sorry, I didn't know. Though, I don't know if going in there's a good idea-"

S/O slightly bowed to say thanks, and went inside anyway, hearing the familiar tune of a lyre being played.

The tavern went completely quiet, with the exception of Venti's song, when S/O entered.

He patiently waited for Venti to finish, ignoring everyone's stares and whispers.

(Venti) "Thank you for waiting, and you must be…Ah, Jean's lover!"

S/O was glad he had a mask on, he felt his cheeks heating up when Venti just called it out in front of the entirety of Angel's Share.

S/O was about to show Venti the letter before he was interrupted.

(Venti) "No need, I know where she went. Right this way, please!"

S/O was about to move before being interrupted, again.

(Venti) "Ah, but it's not free. Mind if you can get a drink for the road?"

The sound of his mask covered his sigh, S/O awkwardly reaching into his pockets and pulling out the remaining Mora he had.

(S/O) …I guess this is a small price to pay for Jean. Wait a second, why do I even have this on me when I'm fighting?!

S/O handed Venti a bottle, and THEN he followed Venti out of the city.

…

Dropping off Stormterror's back onto one of the many Islands, S/O had their weapon drawn.

He had no idea where Jean was being kept, but the longer he kept her waiting…

Landing on the sand, S/O twirled around and had their cape go against the wind, brushing off the debris on it and looking heroic, though no one was there to see.

(S/O) "Jean…I'll get you out of here."

S/O took their first step on the shore and realized the first of many problems.

He didn't have a vision so he couldn't skim across the water or build any kind of bridge.

And the island he landed on was barren.

He decided to examine the rest of the island and took his next step.

And saw a cute little red sphere hop into the air.

And immediately went flying backwards from the explosion.

S/O landed on his back, sand getting everywhere on his mask and outfit.

(Klee's Voice) "Oooh, I think I got some fish with that!"

(Barbara's Voice) "Huh? But I thought that bomb was a little too close to shore-O-OH MY GOODNESS!"

(Klee's Voice) "Hey, it's mister S/O!"

S/O could hear Klee's heart drop.

(Klee's Voice) "OH NO, DID I HIT HIM?!"

Barbara and Klee ran over to S/O who was still in the sand unmoving.

While there wasn't any serious injury, he just felt extremely stupid not seeing that bomb, and was taking a moment for his pride to recover.

(Barbara) "S/O, are you alright?!"

He slowly got up, nodding his head yes. (Klee) "Um, you aren't saying anything though…"

(Paimon's Voice) "Is everything okay?"

(Aether's Voice) "We heard an explosion and-….Oh."

(Jean's Voice) "S/O?!"

He immediately spun around, seeing Aether, Paimon, and Jean not too far away.

And Jean was completely unharmed.

S/O took off their mask, and his confusion was very apparent.

(S/O) "Jean, you're okay! And…Nice outfit."

(Jean) "O-Oh um…Thank you."

Jean awkwardly rubbed the back of her head before snapping back to it.

(Jean) "What are you doing here?"

(S/O) "Me? I thought you were kidnapped!"

(Paimon) "OOOOOOH! Paimon knows the issue! You probably got a letter right?"

(S/O) "You know something about it?"

(Klee) "Yeah, my mom did that!"

(S/O) "…Alice kidnapped Jean?"

(Jean) "N-No! Allow me to explain!"

ONE LENGTHY EXPLANATION LATER…

(S/O) "So we're all here cause Alice wanted us to have a vacation?"

(Aether) "Pretty much. We actually got done with the whole investigation an hour ago, actually."

(Barbara) "Yes, it was quite an adventure!"

Now he felt a little jealous.

(S/O) "Hmph. Alice couldn't have gotten that letter to me faster? Actually, how did she even know where I was?"

(Klee) "Cause my mom's the coolest and the smartest!"

(S/O) "So it would seem."

Barbara slowly inched her way to Jean and nudged her with her arm.

Realizing why Barbara did that, Jean cleared her throat loudly.

(Jean) "Well, seeing as you're here, would you like to join us on the main island for the festivities? We were here to let Klee fish blast."

(S/O) "S-Sure, seeing as I'm here."

(Klee) "Are you gonna go swimming in that, Mister S/O?"

S/O looked down awkwardly at his outfit.

(S/O) "…Do we have a change of clothes there? I was under the impression I'd be going into battle."

Jean couldn't help but chuckle, seeing how flustered S/O was, and in turn finally making him lighten up. …

When they got to the island, Jean and S/O spent time catching up, calmly watching Klee send a congregation of fish to meet god with her explosives.

After a little while longer, everyone left Jean and S/O alone on the far side of the island.

They both sat down next to each other on the sand, feeling the ocean's breeze on them and the moon rise.

(S/O) "-…And that's how I got here, after getting Venti that bottle of wine."

(Jean) "If I may ask, why did you have Mora on you? Would anyone even let you buy supplies?"

(S/O) "Yeah, I was wondering that myself…"

Jean laughed again, S/O turning to face her.

Jean's smile was something he had missed dearly these past months.

Being able to see it again was all he could ask for.

(S/O) "By the way, who got you that outfit? It looks great on you."

Jean began blushing as she shyly looked away.

(Jean) "Oh, you think so? Hah, well Barbara and Lisa helped me pick it. In all honesty, I was wondering how you'd think of it when I put it on the first time."

Jean leaned onto his shoulder and spoke softly.

(Jean) "I'm glad you like it…"

S/O's hands wrapped around Jean's, both of them quietly enjoying each other's warmth.

(Jean) "…I've missed you, S/O."

(S/O) "…I've missed you too, Jean."

Jean raised her head and gently put her hand on his face, slowly turning it to face her.

Their lips connected as they closed their eyes. There was no telling when they could be able to do this again.

(Klee's Voice) "Yuck!"

(Barbara's Voice) "Aw!"

(Paimon's Voice) "HEY, YOU'RE BLOWING OUR COVER!"

(Aether's Voice) "No, I think you just did…"

(Jean) "HUH?!"

Both Jean and S/O quickly stood up, seeing the four of them on the hill watching.

(Klee) "T-THEY MADE ME WATCH!"

(Paimon) "D-DON'T YOU BLAME PAIMON!"

(Jean) "Barbara!"

Jean began pouting as she marched straight for them, S/O just stood and smiled.

(Aether) "RUN FOR IT!"

(Barbara) "GO, BARBARA, GO!"

The four of them sprinted away with Jean hot on their trail.

S/O smiled as he took a deep breath.

(S/O) "This as entertaining for you as it is for me?"

(Diluc's Voice) "Apologies, I did not mean to eavesdrop."

Diluc stepped out into sight and stood next to S/O.

(S/O) "Kinda hard not to with a small island like this."

(Diluc) "Indeed. It's good to see you well, S/O."

(S/O) "Likewise. Thanks for looking out for her while I've been gone."

(Diluc) "She's been worried sick for you, you know. Plan on coming back anytime soon?"

(S/O) "I'm not sure, I've been hesitant to…I guess I can't believe she still loves me after what I put her through."

(Diluc) "If you can't believe it, then go see for yourself. Sounds like she needs you, anyway."

S/O began to walk after Jean, still being able to hear her chase the four of them.

At the very least, S/O would get to enjoy a few days with Jean again.

Though what Diluc said stuck with him for the rest of the time.

S/O smiled.

Maybe, he'd be able to come back, and enjoy days like these with her again.

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Before identity reveal

(Jean) "S/O and I are in a relationship. Hah, I think all of Mondstadt knows with how much they talk about me. They're the sweetest person I've met, and I'm truly blessed to be with him."

-

(Kaeya) "Ah, the only other person besides Barbara that can talk some sense into the Acting Grand Master. He seems to be…hiding something."

-

(Diluc) "S/O works for me at Angel's Share as a server. They're a little clumsy, but their drive to work is second to none. I know that for a fact. Well, the only thing that tops that is their worrying for Jean."

-

(Amber) "Yeah, I've met S/O. He seems like a pretty cool guy. I can see why Jean fell for him!"

-

(Barbara) "Jean seems so happy with them! And S/O is truly a kind person as well!"

-

(Rosaria) "S/O? I've seen them a few times here and there. Don't let that ditzy look of his fool you. He leads an…interesting life."

-

(Lisa) "Jean's sweetheart? What a kind young man. However, he seems to be on edge talking to the other Knights, from what I've noticed. Maybe its because he feels intimidated, since he's just a civilian dating the Acting Grand Master?"

-

(Klee) "Mister S/O is the best! He helps me get out of trouble by talking to Master Jean. He helps me make bombs all the time!"

-

(Venti) "The plucky young man in Angel's Share? He helps me out whenever I perform there! I'm also aware of his budding romance with the Acting Grand Master, it's quite adorable isn't it?"

After Identity Reveal

(Jean) "Ah…S/O…We do not speak much anymore but, I know he still loves me. Although he's acting as a vigilante, I know he has the best interests for Mondstadt at heart. So I'll make sure this city is still standing by the time he returns. I…still miss him terribly. And he must feel the same…"

-

(Kaeya) "To think he was the second vigilante helping the Dark Knight hero. Personally, I think he should've worked for us to begin with so he could stay in Mondstadt."

-

(Diluc) "So you heard about that? He only got discovered so I couldn't. I owe him a debt. If anything, I think his conviction has become stronger than ever. Though, his love for Jean remains thankfully unchanged."

-

(Amber) "I totally didn't see that coming, S/O being a vigilante! I think I sometimes see him when I'm out scouting. I try to talk to him, but he always disappears when I try to approach."

-

(Barbara) "Jean has been worried for him ever since he left Mondstadt. To be honest, I am too. I get letters from him, asking if me and Jean are alright…It's sweet, but he needs to come back so we can be reassured, you know?"

-

(Rosaria) "Figured there was more to him than meets the eye. It's always the ones you don't expect that can fight well. Honestly, its pretty impressive how well he can fight without a vision."

-

(Lisa) "Poor Jean was heartbroken to find out S/O was a vigilante. But, it looks like we don't hsve to worry about them hurting us, he seems to fight to protect the city. Especially Jean."

-

(Klee) "People say that Mister S/O is a bad guy, but thats not true at all! He may dress a little funny, but he beats up the bad guys! How can he be one of those jerks?"

-

(Venti) "Ah, love has no bounds. The law nor evil can separate S/O from his dear Jean! I should write a song in his honor, and I will be certain to play it for him upon his return."

S/O's thoughts

"Jean…I can only imagine how much I hurt her when she saw me under the mask. But even so, I put it on so I can protect her, and the city she loves.

And I'll be damned if my identity being revealed is gonna stop me from doing that. Anything for the one you love, right?"

-

"Kaeya honestly scares the hell outta me. Feel like he knew who I was the moment we spoke. He's got that…I don't know, feeling to him?"

-

"Diluc is a good boss. Pretty nice guy too, except when he speaks about the Knights and especially Kaeya. Oh, he gets pretty pouty around Venti too, heh.

Still, sometimes he should stop being so…approachable? Mostly cause every girl he speaks to immediately goes weak in the knees upon sight."

-

"Amber's pretty damn fast. I'm always sure when I try to escape her she's just going to perfectly land in front of me. Nice enough from what I heard from Jean about her."

-

"Barbara is a sweetheart. Me and her always made sure Jean wasn't overworking herself. Though she's a bit of a hypocrite, working herself to the bone in the church. Honestly, sometimes it's a handful making sure they're both okay.

…What? She'd be my sister-in-law once I marry Jean? L-Let's not get THAT far just yet."

-

"Rosaria…I've seen what she does at night, and I'm damn sure she's seen me. Good fighter, and seems to have the same idea as Diluc and I, she's a lot better at hiding it though.

But whatever the case, she's earned my trust, despite the fact we've never really spoken directly."

-

"Lisa, man oh man. She used to tease the hell out of Jean and I. Real nice lady, though I wouldn't piss her off. Especially if you touch her books.

I've seen it only once, and I swore to NEVER rent a book in Mondstadt ever. I'm pretty sure not even my armor would save me from her wrath."

-

"Klee was a sweet kid with a love for explosions. Normally that'd be pretty bad, but its thanks to her that I know how to make my utility bombs. I helped her and she helped me.

Hah, Jean and I are practically second parents for Klee considering how much trouble she gets herself into, and how we've had to step in."

-

"Oh yeah, Venti's that bard who drops by the bar all the time. I don't see him drink often but damn, I ended up serving at least 10 drinks to him!

As for his musical skills, not my preference. I don't tell him that, considering the tips he gives me."

More parent headcanons with Dehya and Beidou?

Parent Headcanons - Dehya & Beidou

Genre: Fluff

Characters: Dehya & Beidou Xi

A/N: Since Dehya has not been released officially yet, I'll use the Sumeru namecard for her. For the same reason, she might be ooc.

Enjoy!

Dehya

The thought of being a parent caught her by complete surprise.

One evening, you were resting after a difficult job. After you patched up all the wounds, you quickly fell asleep and Dehya was left tracing circles on your stomach, staring up at the starry night sky.

Her mind wandered from one memory to another. Images of her childhood and her mother got her thinking. What would it be like to be a mother?

She found the idea laughable at first. A mercenary mother?

Dehya often looked at her hands and wondered - could these hands, the same ones that rip open throats on a daily basis, hold something so defenseless and precious?

The lion mane didn't think she was right for the job. The only thing she had been doing for years was kill. Hurt, cut and maim for the glittering Mora. Is she still even capable of love?

Dehya will reject the idea for weeks, months. But her mind won't let it go. She'll subconsciously pay more attention to any children she'll see, imagining herself as their caretaker.

After much consideration, she'll work up the courage to ask you.

"Do you think I would be... a good mother?"

After hearing your reassurance that she indeed would be, Dehya will reveal her recent worries to you in full.

She will sit down with you and discuss everything relating to your child. When you come to an agreement and make preparations, Dehya will arrange an entire free day for the making-of process. Just to make sure that you go through without any unnecessary hold-ups.

Dehya always imagined herself as the mother to a single child, a son to be precise. Having a male heir would ease a lot of her worries about their safety. In the desert, a lone woman, of any age really, is in more danger than any man. Also, her son would naturally be stronger, and have an easier time defending himself.

For the time of the pregnancy, Dehya will move with you to Aaru village. It's safe, but still close to her work. She won't go out for field work, obviously, but will gladly do other things to still earn money. It will be far easier if you keep doing jobs - you'll remain in the job market, and there can never be enough Mora.

Candace will gladly host her friend, and help her along the way. As the village caretaker, the woman has had lots of experience with children. She will makes sure that Dehya eats healthy foods, doesn't push herself and stay away from alcohol and other drugs. Candace will keep her company when you're away as well.

Childbirth and the early days of care will be small beans for Candace, who will teach Dehya how it should be done.

The lion mane will get softer after becoming a parent. If you get yourself injured more severely, you'll get a scolding you wouldn't expect from a fellow mercenary.

Dehya will assume a more off-field role within the Eremites - thanks to her fame, getting good contracts and long-term deals will be much easier. It also means she's in no direct danger of getting killed.

She'll bother you to do so as well, but if you don't... Well, it's your choice. She'll just ask you to stay safe, as her kid needs a father as well.

Dehya will make sure to arrange lots of quality time, all three of you involved. She really wants to make sure that her son will get all the love he deserves, from both sides, and grow out of a healthy, loving home.

She will make sure her child gets an education, and will pay for any dictionaries he might need. If her son wants to pursue a degree in the Akademiya, she'll help out financially as well. Mercenary work doesn't exactly pay little.

Despite having piles of money, Dehya won't spoil her child. Sure, she will give them plenty of gifts and toys she couldn't have in his age, but not that often.

Dehya is the perfect mix between strict and lenient. If not for Candace, she would be pretty demanding.

Yes, Candace plays an important role here. She will do her best to keep Dehya and her child safe. And also, she would never miss an opportunity to care for a child, especially of someone this close to her. She really wants her own heirs, but Candace hasn't found the right man yet.

Dehya won't give up fighting. Not at all, in fact - she'll help Candace clear out any monsters, Fatui or bandits that may come close to Aaru.

Her child will get plenty of fighting exercise as well, but with no actual killing involved - whether it be scorpions or Hilichurls.

Dehya is well aware that her way of life isn't exactly a good example for her son. She will make sure he doesn't pursue the same path of bloodshed - that would put him not only at a huge risk of death, but could lead to them being on the opposite sides.

Dehya cares a lot, and doesn't hesitate to show it. She will fight and die for her child if she needs to. With you by her side and Candace as back-up, your son will have a good entry to life. 9/10.

Beidou Xi

Beidou lives for adventure, be it exploring open seas, fighting legendary monsters or hanging out with you.

And parenthood is an adventure and a half for sure.

Beidou always wanted to leave something behind her, and someone to continue her legacy.

When Beidou wants something, she'll get it.

Don't mind her - she'll borrow you and a small barrel of wine for her quarters. Expect a long night ahead.

Beidou is not one to engage in combat very often (despite her nature), but being pregnant will make her life harder.

Mainly because she can't drink. She could, but it would harm her children, which is not what she wants.

Once she stops breastfeeding, though, she's going all in on any important occasion.

Seeing her sober on birthdays or festivals after her kids go to bed is quite rare. Beidou will do her best (and would like you to help) to get her senses back before they wake up again, or at least stay out of sight.

She has the responsibility to avoid appearing drunk in front of her children. Until they're of age, at least.

Getting completely wasted at her heir's eighteenth birthday part with you is something that's been in her head since forever.

The ship is not the best place for keeping infants around, so for the early days she will remain in Liyue Harbor or close to shore.

She's really struggling to sit in one place for longer periods of time, on the account of her traveling and adventurous lifestyle.

Beidou is really glad that both the stationary living and abstinence will last only about a year.

Especially that Beidou is lacking in the whole 'parental patience' department. Sure, she loves active, quality time with her little one, but the gaps in between? Well...

She might have defeated Haishan, but a bratty, or just toddler-y toddler is too much.

That will lead to her whining about it whenever you're around, not-so-subtly wanting you to take over.

And what else would a loving husband do in the face of such a request?

Yep, you'll end up being the real caretaker here, while the captain enjoys all of the fun parts, like going out to play. Or sparring.

She will teach her little one to fight, and with real opponents - slimes - once they're ready. Not only is that a practical way of bonding, but also a great way to exercise.

As much as she would like to have a merry band of youngsters running around the ship, Beidou isn't that keen on the whole waiting part. So one kid it is.

And a male, if you'd ask her. Beidou thinks that it will be just easier for him to adapt to the ship and find his place among its crew.

Don't worry though - the little one will have lots of company.

Kazuha will hang out with the kid most often, singing songs and lifting the youngling into the air with his Anemo Vision.

Who knows - if no fitting owner will be found for his Vision shell, the kid will get it - unless they'll get their own.

With a woman as great as his mother to look up to? He'll most likely gain an ambition to follow in her footsteps, and your wife will gladly push him in that direction. If he'll have any other plans, she's fine with it.

Xiangling and Guoba will be the best babysitters to leave Beidou's child with. But not too often - Xiangling will make sure she gives him back with a full stomach. And Guoba? He's essentially a living teddy bear, so there's nothing to add.

Ningguang will be honestly surprised by Beidou's decision. She will surely gain another level of respect for her associate.

Venti will keep a close eye on the kid especially if he has any dead friends.

Beidou, while not having everything it takes to be a parent, will put her strength and effort into raising a worthy successor to her. Or just a strong and independent individual. 7/10.

Thanks for reading!

How is minilla

He is doing great

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Patronage For The Worthy - Incubus!Male!Reader x Nilou

A/N: This idea for the reader has been living in my mind rent free for a good chunk of time, and here it is. Hope everyone likes it!

CW: Cervix sex, Male!Reader

NSFW under the cut.

Nilou opens her eyes. Everything is dark around her. A small amount of light falls through her window, illuminating her covered feet a little. She feels a cold gust of air coming from somewhere to her left. She rubs her eyes, yawns, and sits up in bed. 

She looks around. The window is open, letting the cool summer air move the curtains. Nilou, dressed up in her nightgown, gets up and moves to close it. When she stands before the opening, she can’t help but look out at the city. It’s very late, so only a handful of people roam the streets, illuminated by street lanterns. She looks up at the starry sky, and marvels at the full moon. It’s so beautiful, she thinks. 

“Yes indeed. The moon looks incredible today.”

She freezes in sudden horror. Somebody is in her room. Her heart speeds up, and her chest feels heavy with stress. She slowly turns around.

A man is sitting on the edge of her bed. He has short, dark hair. He seems tall, however the way he is sitting, leaning forward while resting his forearms on his thighs make it hard to judge his true height. Small horns are visible through his hair. The pupils of his eyes glow lightly with a red shine. 

Her eyes go wide. She tries to back away, but she is soon stopped by the windowsill. Her breath speeds up.

“W-who are you? What a-are you? W-what do you want from m-me?!” Her voice cracks from fear. The man stands up, revealing his true height. He is much taller than her, and bigger too. His arms are thick and his shoulders are broad. He raises his large hands up slightly.

Nilou would be ready to use her Vision if it wasn’t this late, if his entry wasn’t so sudden, and if only he wasn’t so… huge. Nilou is certain that with a single swing of his powerful arms he could send her flying. She tries to move, but her body refuses. She is frozen as he approaches her.

“S-stay away! Don’t c-come any c-closer!” Her knees tremble, and she slowly lowers herself to the ground.

“Hey, hey. Stay calm. I mean no harm.” The demon’s voice is surprisingly… normal. It’s nothing like she expected. It’s deep, yes, but very human at the same time. But most of all, it’s calm and steady. Its tone is… oddly soothing.

Her heart starts slowing down against all reason. The man’s aura feels… comforting?

“Calm down. I’m not going to hurt you, alright? Deep breaths, Nilou.” 

With no other choice but to obey, Nilou nods. 

“O-okay… but don’t come any closer. Please.”

The demon crouches down to meet her eye level. In the darkness his eyes give off a faint, red glow. Her visitor shrugs.

“As you wish.”

It takes her a few solid moments to calm down. She takes in the posture of the demon. It’s relaxed and casual, much to her surprise. A soft smile is on his lips all the while. She finds the courage to speak.

“Who are you?”

“Well, as you can see… I’m a demon.” He smiles, revealing two sharp fangs in his mouth. Nilou shivers at how sharp they look.

“And why are you here?”

The demon laughs. “I’m just here to visit you, obviously. See… I have been watching your performances for quite some time now. I must say… they are quite… breathtaking.” His smile widens. Despite how strange this situation is, Nilou can’t help but blush a little at the praise.

“Thank you…”

“...And I believe that great work is to be rewarded properly. So here I am. For this night, you're my mistress. I will do everything you ask of me to the best of my ability.”

What the demon said is still being processed in her mind as he stretches out his left arm towards her. 

“I understand if you don’t trust me. That’s why I will give you my word. And incubi’s words are never empty.”

 Suddenly, his wrist starts glowing. Nilou is taken back by the sizzle and the smell of flesh being burned. The incubus remains still as her constellation is burned into his forearm. The unearthly fire dies down as suddenly as it arose, along with the smell. 

The demon sighs. 

"Now I am not allowed to do anything against your will. As well as this contract, I will provide you with my name. The one thing that allows one to control a demon completely. Call me… Y/N.”

“Y/N…” As she says the word, the demon’s eyes glow blue. “That’s a beautiful name.”

“Yours is as well, Nilou. Or… do you want me to call you anything else tonight?”

Nilou thinks for a moment, before replying. 

“Is it okay if you call me… ‘princess’?”

Y/N chuckles. “Of course, princess. It’s all about you tonight. Whatever you wish. ”

Nilou looks at Y/N again. His face bears a smug smile. She traces down to look at his body. It’s large and muscular, but most of it is covered by the casual gown he is wearing. All of his torso, except for a chest window. Before she can fully take it in, the demon speaks again.

“How about we sit somewhere more comfortable, princess Nilou?”

She gives a small nod. Suddenly, Y/N picks her up with one arm, completely effortlessly. She squeals in surprise. He gently lowers her to the bed, and sits beside her. As he does, the clothing parts, letting her see his entire chest. It’s very muscular, with six firm abs and well toned skin. She looks up and down Y/N, taking in his impressive physique. 

"Hey. My eyes are up here, princess." 

Nilou nearly jumps in surprise. Her eyes move from his face to the bed and to the floor in panic. Her cheeks flush red. 

"S-sorry…" She replies somewhat ashamed of how blatantly she was checking him out. 

The demon laughs. 

"Hey, it's okay. Do you like it?" 

"I… u-um… like it a lot." She is redder still, avoiding his smug gaze. 

He suddenly, but gently, grabs her hand, and pulls it to rest on his stomach. 

"You can touch it if you want to. I don't mind."

Nilou gulps. Despite what the demon said, there's still a little spark of worry lingering inside her mind. What if she makes a misstep, and touches him in a spot he doesn't like? He could do something to her… But she has to admit. It's kind of… exciting. To be able to touch such a beautiful body… 

She gently guides her hand along your stomach, feeling every small bump of your muscle. They are firm and hard, yet your skin is soft and warm. So pleasant to touch. She moves up, resting her hand between the breasts, and finds no heartbeat. 

"You… really are not mortal…" She moves up her other hand to your shoulders, gently parting the clothing even further. "May I…?" 

"Yes, feel free. Do what you want with me." You smile encouragingly. 

She removes your top completely, exposing your forearms. She moves closer to you, hands now guiding alongside your forearms. Nilou traces her fingers along the perfect curve of your biceps, taking in how hard, yet soft your flesh is. Her touch is gentle, almost feather light. 

Nilou looks at your face, and an idea suddenly pops into her mind. She lifts her left hand to rest on your cheek. With a slow and careful movement, she moves her thumb to your lips, gently parting them. Her mouth opens slightly as she caresses the teeth. She drags her digit down towards your tongue, and pushes it in slightly. You obediently suck on it, making her blush. 

Nilou clumsily mounts you, and you lean back. She sits on your stomach, and you can feel the heat radiating from her core. She sighs as you speed up your tongue work. Her other hand draws circles around your breast, gently rubbing against the nipple. You let out a soft moan as you surrender to her touch. 

The heat inside her is growing by the second. Y/N… Such a powerful being, big, strong… with nothing but a light press of his sharp teeth he could bite off her fingers, and yet here he is, worshiping her fingers. Such a beautiful creature, surrendering to her every whim… 

Nilou doesn't notice when her hips start moving up and down your abs. You, however, can feel all the wetness seeping through her pajama bottoms. Your hands move to hold her ass, gently helping her move. She gasps when she feels you move, and a small frown appears on her lips. Pleasure? Extortion? Dissatisfaction? You can't tell. 

She grabs your bigger hands and moves them to rest on the covers, pinning them down by the sides of your head. You let her lips find yours as she leans down. Your tongues intertwine, but you let her take the lead. In no time she is exploring your mouth, hips still bucking back and forth against your stomach. 

When she parts with you, hot, blushing and out of breath, you look down at her hips. Her nightgown bottoms are completely soaked in the crotch area. You purr, looking deep into her eyes. 

"Ah, you love that, princess Nilou, don't you?" 

She lets out a small moan, mouth now agape in hard earned pleasure. "Yes…" 

"Let me lend you a hand then."

Your eyes glow, and suddenly her clothes are gone, turned into black particles. This doesn't surprise or startle her. Instead, she just dives into your lips again, exposed pussy rubbing against your soft skin with twice the intensity now. She is too overcome with lust and desire to care, or feel even an ounce of shame. 

With an especially wide hip move, her core rubs against your bulge. In an instant, a new wave of desire overcomes her. Her nose takes in your beautiful, overwhelmingly hot smell, and she can feel that familiar itch between her legs. But this time, her fingers won't do the trick. 

"I want you, now… please… serve me w-with your body, Y/N…" 

Your eyes glow again, and your pants are completely gone in an instant, allowing your cock to spring free of its confines. Without delay, she grabs it in her hand. She rubs her palm against your head, gathering the slick and precum. Nilou timidly takes a whiff of your musk, and her eyes water at how strong it is. Wasting no time, she places your head against her entrance, and slowly, very slowly, starts pushing it in. 

She whines as your tip stretches her body. You move your hands to support her lower thighs, securing her movement. Her eyes flutter shut as she feels her insides being pushed apart, making space for your overwhelming length. She feels so full, so delightfully filled, and yet it's just the halfway point. She moves her hips up and down a little, sending waves of pleasure through the both of you. She moans lightly, hands gripping your shoulders for support. You can feel her fingers digging deeper and deeper into your skin with every millimeter of depth. 

Nilou runs out of breath for a second, before a sweet, loud yelp reaches your ears. You can feel a firm wall of flesh touching your cock. Her eyes roll back, and she falls on your chest, breathing heavily. Her cervix prevents you from going deeper, so you start moving your hips back. Gently, but firmly, you snap them back forward, striking her wall and earning a gasp from her. She digs her nails into you, drawing blood as you fuck her gently. 

Nilou soon convulses, her walls pulsing, throbbing and clenching around your shaft. With her first orgasm, any sense of boundary or restraint is gone. Despite her orgasm induced exhaustion, she starts moving again. You both moan in unison as Nilou lets go of her desires and rides you for another orgasm. 

And then another, and another until her body gave out on her. You left her there, bruised, covered in hickeys and absolutely spent. 

The sleep she had was the best of her life that night. 

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Nilou awoke the next morning. Every part of her hurt, from her toes to the top of her head. Lightly stretching, she looked around her room. Even though she remembered it to be more or less trashed, it was cleaned. A new set of pajamas, identical to those she lost during the night, was resting on top of her night stand. 

On shaky, sore legs she moved to the bathroom. Moving to the kitchen after washing herself down with lukewarm water, a silver, covered tray caught her attention. A small piece of paper lay next to it. She glanced over the text, written in beautiful, decorative font. 

"Loved the night. Made you breakfast. See you on the next show, princess~ - Y/N."

Nilou lifted the cover, coming face to face with a steaming hot pile of pancakes. She nearly squealed with joy at the sight. The girl rushed to grab some cutlery, but a flash of pain stopped her in her tracks. Rubbing her sore hips, she chuckled to himself. 

Maybe she really did go too far yesterday. 

Thanks for reading!

To divine presents event. I want to gift a lyre with hand painted decorations and little drawings (by the creator) to Venti. Platonic. He deserves some partly hand made present. Thank you in advance. Happy future Christmas (if you celebrate) and new year!

A Lyre for Venti

Venti gasps as he laid eyes on Your gift. He looked at You and smiled oh so sweetly, his pretty eyes sparkling with glee.

"Your Grace! Did You made this? Oh, you shouldn't have!" Venti hugged You in his joy, carefully making sure that Your gift to him wasn't damaged. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Venti pulled away and grinned. "Thank you, Your Grace. I'm going to cherish this lyre and play so many songs with it! As thanks, I'll play a song just for you!"

Well, I think I've discovered a new fantasy of mine. -Prairie anon

did you like it!! 😽😽😽

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HSR CHARACTERS X AEON READER?? THEM BEING YOUR FAV???? LIKE GENSHIN SELF AWARE AU???

Aeon of protection?? Like protecting all life forms and objects of humanity?? Respecting each other??? Like just a protection path?

Bro idk but bus thoughts kick different

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I like the way you write. It scratches my brain in all the right ways. Anyway, how about something with Al-Haitham? I feel like he would be the kind of guy to just silently stalk you whenever you're in Port Ormos or smth

word count. 660

୨୧ — ꒰ cw. yandere, unhealthy relationship, possessive & obsessive thoughts/behaviors, etc..

୨୧ — ꒰ a/n. umm .😳😳TYSM !!!!?? also kind of hate this but i just wanted to write something and post it TT

Al-Haitham is a man of logic and reasoning.

Love, by its very nature, is illogical. It is a fiery, passionate emotion— it will burn you from the inside out, and it will make you learn to love the pain. Al-Haitham avoids it like any mammal would avoid a wildfire: he runs, he hides, and he prefers it to be that way. Anything to avoid getting burnt.

What he didn’t take into account is that it’s easy to get lost in the flames when you’re in love. It’s so much easier to lose yourself when they consume your mind like a pyre.

Al-Haitham is a determined, obsessive man. He may have had no interest in you in the beginning, but that isn’t the case anymore, not when he can no longer think of anything other than you.

You stick out in his mind and you stay there. When he studies and does his research, you are there. When he tries to focus his mind on the matter at hand, he thinks of you. When he lies at night and tries to fall asleep, you keep him wide awake.

Al-Haitham tried to ignore it in the beginning— he tried to ignore you. He avoided any thought of you like the plague. If he allowed himself any moment, any reprieve, then you would swallow him whole. And as intelligent as Al-Haitham may be, he was not equipped to deal with you.

He had no reason to be like this. No reason to think about you all the time. You were ordinary. Painfully ordinary. If anything at all, you were kind despite his temperance. But that wasn’t enough for you to enrapture his mind like this— that was no reason for him to be unable to think of anything else.

The pain is like that of an infected wound; scorched and seared. It’s unbearable. He can barely take another moment, unable to understand why it’s you of all people. You haven’t done anything to deserve his undivided attention, and yet you have it regardless.

He wants to know why. Why you, of all people? He needs answers. He demands it.

Al-Haitham begins where any man like him would begin: figuring out everything about you. What makes you special? Why can his eyes spot you in any crowd, no matter the size? Why does your voice echo in his mind, why does he hear even when he's sleeping?

There had to be something. Any reason at all. Even if it was as small as the way you breathed, it would still be something.

Though Al-Haitham would never admit it, he keeps delicate watch of you. He takes notes of your little quirks, filling up page after page. Papers scatter his desk, now all about you: the way you walk, the way you talk. The way you move yourself, your little nervous habits. Everything.

He makes sure you never notice his presence, but he will always be sure of yours. He finds himself enjoying your peace, imagining himself the one walking by your side; he enjoys the daydreams a little too much, almost losing himself often enough for it to be worrisome.

He realizes it suddenly one day. It comes as a surprise. You had not done anything particular, only living as you see fit, but it finally clicked in his mind.

You had so many things about you. So many things to fixate over, so many things to indulge in.

You had such a beautiful smile. The way your eyes crinkled, the way they shined and glimmered under the sunlight; there was no other sight quite like it. And your eyes— your wonderful eyes. Al-Haitham could stare at them all day, never losing interest in the stars that dance within them, in the reflections they form. He's lost himself in you again, but he doesn't mind it this time, doesn't mind the scars or the smell of burning flesh.

You are the only one worthy of his fixation.