Green Slumber

"aki has a very moanable name" is so right!!!!

now every time aki hears you call his name, flashbacks from the way you moaned his name comes back at him. "Hey Aki, look at this" "Aki, do you think-" "are you okay, Aki?" he's totally bricked up just hearing you say it. He has to physically grip the counter or look away to shake off the lewd things he's thinking of doing to you, the respectful man he is 🤤

HNNNNGNNBBBFBBB YOU'RE SO RIGHTTTT

I just can't help but feel like aki has a huge kink for you saying his name, if he's inside you and you suddenly start whining it over and over he'd have to stop for a second so he doesn't cum... if you coo it so sweetly in his ear he's prepared to do anything and everything you ask for, and if he has to, he'll lean in close to your ear and beg for you to say it for him...

of course, he doesn't think about the consequences until he hears you call for him and the sheer mention of your voice saying his name has him all flustered and hot and asking if he can excuse himself so he can go calm down.

so up my alley

if wei wuxian had ignored lan wangji a little, that would be the utmost fix-up. because, listen to me: if wei wuxian had decided to play hard to get after so many times receiving the cold shoulder from hanguang-jun, the man would be so dejected. imagine he decides ‘oh, well, guess i’ll just stop pestering him and do my stuff instead’. lan wangji would be so confused, he’d start begging inside during public appearances for wei wuxian to pay attention on him once more.

he’d struggle to get first place in every competition to be noticed by the yumeng’s head disciple. he’d stare at him so intensely all the time that at some point every cultivator will already understand or he wants wei wuxian naked or wants him tied somewhere, whimpering. or both, for the matter, but who cares at that point??! the cultivators just want some peace!!

lan wangji would buy him stuff. write him stuff. indulge his mischiefs. ask his laughing brother for advice. paint a ‘wei ying… notice me,” in his white clothes, making lan qiren go mad (alright, he wouldn’t do it, but you get what i mean).

it’s just that, canonically, i believe he absolutely loves wei wuxian’s undivided attention (his teenage self wouldn’t ever admit though). but if wei wuxian had ignored him a bit, lan wangji would have learned long ago how much he doesn’t want wei wuxian away, causing him to protect him harder.

but that’s just another theory that’ll never get proved because wei wuxian is a simp. he’s a hanguang-jun worshipper. the gayest gay to have ever gayed. his sleeves are so cut that the fabric’s now gone and he’ll walk around naked. he couldn’t have not bothered lan wangji — if you ask him, he’ll say he was born for that.

harbingers youtuber au (part 1)

#𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋, 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐄𝐑

☰ SYNOPSIS ⋮ gojo satoru has ruined your best friend’s life—and you’re about to make it a whole lot worse yourself ; part 2 here

— pairing ⋮ gojo satoru x reader

— length ⋮ 2.1k words

— contents ⋮ nsfw and 18+ content, fem! reader, mentions of betrayal (gojo is your best friend’s ex and you fuck him), (slight) mutual pining, toxic! gojo, lovesick! gojo, (slightly) mean! gojo, car sex, light choking, edging, unprotected sex, praise, creampie

— notes ⋮ this is for my soulmate @bxnten 's burn book collab <3 we r mean girls to everyone but each other hehe ily kitty cat <33

gojo satoru is a sleazy, backstabbing, knife-twisting, and heartbreaking asshole. he has little regard for others, doesn’t bother to ponder the weight of his actions, acts as though the world revolves around him, and you’re sick of him—or so you tell yourself. 

he’s made your friend’s life hell, really. he’s made her cry, made her question her worth, made her sacrifice things she shouldn’t have to, made her so unhappy, that you can’t help but wish you could punch him in his (perfect) teeth. you tell yourself you’re sick of picking up phone calls that turn into hours worth of tearful rants, and you tell yourself you’re sick of being haunted by his cocky smirk as he shoots you a wink in the back of your mind. it’s how any good friend would feel—any good friend would look at him and wish he’d drop dead on the spot for all the times he’s fucked up. 

but you suppose you’re not half as good of a friend as you once thought you were—maybe you’re not as fiercely loyal as you gave yourself credit for. because what kind of friend would be sprawled on the backseat of the ex’s car that they’re supposed to hate? what kind of a friend would cling desperately to the same man they’ve said probably has a small dick anyway, drunk on the drag of his cock? what kind of friend would ever think about getting with their friend’s ex—let alone actually do it?

you, apparently.

“that feel good, sweetheart?” he chuckles, hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing lightly. your head spins at the cut-off of oxygen, a shaky gasp falling off your lips as your stare up at him. gojo chuckles, loosening his grip, kissing away the stray tears on your cheek as you whimper at the shallow thrust of his hips. “you like when i do this, huh? like when i fuck you like this? bet you like me, don’t you?” he grins cheekily.

he’s an asshole. 

a horrible, heartless, selfish, insensitive, and self-absorbed asshole. but his cock drags along your walls so good, the stretch making your mind fog and your back arch until your chests meet, your nipples brushing against his through the fabric and making you both groan.

“act like you hate me so bad, but i bet you were just mad, huh? are you mad i didn’t pick you first, is that it?” he pouts, squeezing your cheeks together and leaving you with no choice but to look at him as he presses his forehead to yours.

but you’re stubborn, you have been since you first met. you refuse to shake his hand when he first offers it, refuse to be on civil terms when he third wheels hangouts, and refuse to apologize first after any arguments that might stir. and you’re stubborn now too, closing your eyes to have some level of power of your own against him—but he only chuckles, bringing his hips to a stop and gritting his teeth as he feels the burn of his orgasm die down.

you whine, buck your hips, and open your eyes as you stare at him confused, “what the fuck? why’d you—”

“asked you a question, sweetheart,” he sneers, hand finding its way down to your clit, rubbing slow, agonizing circles that have you whining as your head tosses back.

“p-please, gojo—need it—”

“uh uh,” he drawls, that annoying, infuriating, and sickeningly smug little smile on his face as he looks down at you, “you gotta answer my question. then i’ll give you what you want,” he pats your cheek. “you wish i picked you, don’t you baby?”

“no,” you spit, glaring at him harshly, “you’re a fucking asshole. you don’t care about anyone’s feelings but your own, and you couldn’t love someone if your life depended on it. fucking dickhead—” you cut yourself off with a squeal when his fat tip slams into you all of a sudden, right against your spot, making your arms wrap tightly around his neck as your legs hook around his waist.

you’re clinging to him desperately by now, sobbing with every harsh roll of his hips, crying out every time his navel bumps along your clit and pulls you closer and closer to your orgasm. gojo’s jaw is clenched, his hands gripping your hips so tight, you almost think there’ll be bruises by the time he’s done. your slick and his pre cum leaves a messy ring at the base of his dick and a trail down the inner sides of your thighs, and maybe if he wasn’t so angry, he’d have made a cheeky comment about how wet you are.

“oh yeah, is that right? i don’t care about feelings? i can’t love someone?” he laughs, but there’s not a trace of amusement in his tone—it’s so condescending, so mean, you have to fight back tears. “you’re the best friend. i’m just an ex. wait till she finds out just how much you care,” he spits, venom lacing his tone as you gasp, shaky and just a little scared. it satisfies him maybe a tad bit too much. “i bet she’ll be thrilled to hear how lost on my cock you get, always beggin’ for more—aren’t you just a greedy little thing?”

“n-no,” you gasp, clutching onto his shirt tightly, fighting the wobble of your lips at the thought. “you can’t. you can’t! please, gojo, you can’t tell her, sh-she…she’ll never speak to me again a-and—”

“aw, don’t cry sweetheart,” he laughs, and his hips are slamming into your abused cunt mercilessly now, making your walls flutter around him as he lets out a low grunt, moaning against your ear—and he sounds so pretty, so sweet and divine and perfect, it makes your skin prickle with goosebumps.

you almost understand why it took your friend as long as it did to finally leave him.

“please, gojo,” you sniffle, teary eyes staring up at him pleadingly. it makes his heart jump, makes his heart ache a little deep in his chest.

because you’re wrong. he isn’t always an asshole, and he does care sometimes—in fact, he always cares when it’s about you. gojo satoru thinks he’d let the sun bleed out if he had to, as long as he has your smile to brighten his days for as long as he lives. because you’re wrong, he can love—and he loves you desperately.

he never wanted to fall in love with his girlfriend’s best friend. never wanted to be a shallow man with even shallower intentions, but who could hear your laugh and see your smile and not fall head over heels? it makes him mad—hurts deep in his chest and aches so bad, that he thinks you’re almost bad for his health. you don’t bat an eyelash at him, don’t even wanna be around him for longer than you have to be—and yet, he wants you by his side for longer than eternity. he can’t help but wish he met you first, can’t help but hate the universe for being so cruel, so heartless for making him find the one person he wants more than anything like this. 

he wants you badly, and the worst part is even if you want him too, you’d never let yourself indulge in something as retched as a betrayal—even if technically, you already have the second his cock sank into you. 

so he presses a gentle kiss between your brows, leaves a trail of kisses along your cheek and jaw, and he hovers over your lips. “i won’t tell,” he mumbles against them, making your breath hitch in shock, “won't say a word if you call me toru, yeah? jus’ say toru, just once, yeah? i gotta hear it.”

“promise?” you sniffle, “you promise you won’t tell?”

“promise,” he agrees with a nod, and he even holds out a pinky to seal the deal. a soft grin spreads across his lips when your own pinky hooks around his, the warmth of your touch, as small as it might be, lighting him up until he feels like his chest is pressed with the weight of the sun.

“kay,” you mumble, “need more, toru—please, gimme more,” you beg, and his name tastes so sweet rolling off your tongue, so saccharine it almost feels like it’s dripped with honey, trickling past your lips and rolling down your chin for him to kiss off. it makes your head spin that you never want to say gojo again now that you’ve gotten a taste of toru. 

with a shaky exhale against your mouth at the sound of his name, he pulls you into a hungry kiss, desperate and needy and just a little starved. his cock is aching by now, throbbing in your dripping core, balls heavy and ready to release as he rolls his hips faster into you. his skin slaps against yours, the slick sound of his cock bullying into your wet cunt filling the small space of his car, his body towering over you in the cramped back seat. he lets his hand find the soft flesh of the back of your thigh, hoisting your leg over his shoulder as he angles himself deeper into you, letting out a strangled cry when your walls flutter around him tightly. 

“fuck, that’s it—g-gonna be the death o’ me, sweetheart,” he grunts, “so good, takin’ me so well, yeah? so fuckin’ tight,” he rasps. his thumb finds your clit once more, rubbing harsh circles and watching entranced as tears spill past your lash line, staining your cheeks with a soft, wet glisten that makes his heart squeeze and his chest tighten. “god, you’re so perfect, so pretty. my pretty girl,” he coos, “my. pretty. girl,” each word is followed by a sharp thrust, and the slam of his tip against your sweet spot, and the way he sounds so possessive as he claims you as his makes your back arch and your nails dig into his skin through his shirt.

“toru, toru, ‘m close—please, ‘m so close—”

“i know, baby,” he pants, moaning into your neck as his head buries into the small space, breath fanning against your skin and making you shiver. “‘m close too, gonna cum—fuck, you’re gonna make me cum,” he whines. 

“fuck—toru, toru, ‘m…‘m cumming,” you scream, your orgasm crashing over your body, making your arms wrap around him tightly as you cling to him and sob. your walls spasm around him erratically, the sound of your mewls as you cry his name pushing him into his own release. 

his head digs into your shoulder, his body trembling over yours as he lets his hips slam into you sloppily, thick ribbons of cum painting your walls white as you feel his cock twitch with every rope. 

“oh fuck, baby, that’s it—sh-shit, feels so good,” he pants, “g-god you’re somethin’ else, should’ve…should’ve picked you. it should’ve been you—god, i love you,” he babbles into your skin, too overwhelmed by the pleasure burning through his spine as he fucks you both through your highs to even realize the words he’s admitted or the way you stiffen in his arms. 

he pulls out and stares at the mess between your legs for a moment, watching as his cum drips down your legs in thick streams. a small bit of pride bubbles up in his chest at the sight before he slumps his body over yours, head digging back into your neck and his lips pressing a soft kiss to your skin. 

“we can’t keep doing this,” you mumble, but your hand still finds its way to his hair, stroking through the strands gently. it feels right, like this is how it was always supposed to be—like this is how it should be. 

your words make his arms tighten around you, and gojo presses more weight against your body—like the more he presses into you, the longer he can spend in your arms. 

“sure we can,” he says stubbornly, “i promised i won’t tell,” he insists, voice lilting into what you think is borderline desperate—desperate to keep you here, where you’re his, where it doesn’t matter if he found you first or if he found you last. 

he found you, and that’s all he needs. 

“but—”

“i won’t tell if you don’t,” he pleads, “you’re still mine, baby.” 

and there’s a buzzing of your phone from the front seat, but you ignore it, letting your arms wrap tighter around his figure as you kiss the side of his head—and for a second, as bad of a friend as it might cause you to be, you think what someone doesn't know can’t possibly hurt them.

even if it makes you a backstabber.

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KAEYAS PART HITS DIFFERENT WAIT THAT HURT LIKE A BITCH OML

𖤐 * ∿  SOMEONE TO HOLD

𖥻 SUMMARY

pt 2 of before you go

𖥻 CHARACTERS

diluc, kaeya, albedo & gn! reader

𖥻 GENRE & WARNINGS

hurt/comfort, alcohol

𖥻 LINKS

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𖥻 NOTES

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𖥻 ALBEDO

it’s been six months since you left mondstadt, and albedo doesn’t let himself stop and think

he buries himself further in his work, ironically enough. because every time he pauses, every time he lets his mind drift to you, he feels something twist in his chest

and he thinks he’s doing fine. when he’s working, he’s okay

still, he sometimes finds himself looking over his shoulder to find you — expecting you to be sitting next in the stool that he had always reserved for you. only to remember that you’re no longer there

still, he keeps the stool there. a reminder, and a hope

he sometimes finds the small trinkets you’ve left behind for him — the bracelets you’ve made

he finds little sticky notes that you used to stick around his lab with little reminders of make sure to eat :) and love you 

and every time, his heart constricts

but the worst is when he stops and rests, and he’s alone in his bed, wondering how he thought this would last forever

when you used to talk about going to liyue, you used to say that you and him would keep in contact through letters. but his mailbox remains empty

and it’s deserved — he knows it’s deserved, but it doesn’t stop the feeling of despair that clutches his chest

and sometimes, after a long day of work, he wants nothing more than to collapse in your arms as you hum and brush his hair out of his face for him. he wants nothing more than to just lean on you as you read, and fall asleep

but the lights to the house are always off. and it’s always empty

emotion is something that albedo doesn’t express often — but sometimes when he’s left alone and he’s too tired to work anymore, he leans his back against the door and puts his head in his hands and cries

he hears of your return from sucrose — its said that you were at the tavern, saying your hellos to everyone again

he abandons his experiment in an instant

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zh-zhongli and gorou i- 😏

Genshin Impact Men + Awkward Boners

Pairing: Kaeya, Diluc, Itto, Thoma, Xiao, Gorou, Zhongli x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, embarrassment, teasing, awkward boners, masturbation mention

A/N: This is just something I find really funny to think about.

Kaeya would try to play it off as intentional. How could he not get horny when you're laying your head in his lap, your lips so close to where he needs them most right now. So what if the two of you were just going over reports? He couldn't help but stare at your lips, imagining them closing in on his cock. Fuck, fuck the reports, he wants you. Now.

Oh Diluc would be as read as his hair. Getting horny behind the counter as he watches you cleaning up tables, when some of the patrons are still there. If he were to move away from it he knows that his bulge would be visible. You hear him groan and see him looking a little uncomfortable. When you walk around to him and see the predicament he's in you can barely stop your chuckle as his face gets even redder. You lean in close to his ear, whispering to help him take care of it as soon as the last customer is out.

Itto would only be slightly embarrassed. He got hot and horny just from sparring with you. That might not be a problem right now but if the two of you were in a middle of a fight and he got a boner it would be really difficult for him to fight. Luckily if he learned anything in his life it was that practice makes perfect. So if he can make this go away, with perhaps a little help from you, then you can spar again and he can try not to get a raging hard on. But if he does, well it's nice knowing that your lips, hands, tits and cunt are always his to help himself to.

Thoma would be feeling guilty about it more than anything. He was supposed to be the one helping everyone with their problems and here he was getting horny just because you sat on his lap and whispered into his ear. Fuck, he can't help but buck his hips into yours, and saying sorry right after, hiding his face in your shoulder. You don't really care, in fact you tell him that if anything it's flattering that you can make him feel this way. If there's anything, anything you can do to help, you'd be happy to. After all he's the one always helping others, its only fair that you help him avoid any more embarrassment.

Xiao finds it odd that it happened when the two of you were just cuddling. He hasn't slept in the same bed with many people any it's even more rare that this kind of thing happens to him. He wants to scurry away before you wake up and take notice but his wiggling only makes you press yourself harder against his bulge. He can't help but groan, the sound waking you up and realizing his not so little problem. It's even more rare for him to blush in front of someone, so this is a real treat for you indeed. As you roll your hips again to tease him he has to put his hands on hips to stop you before he creams into his pants. But you want him to, you tell him to let go, and enjoy. And indeed he does.

Gorou was so fucking embarrassed about getting a hard on in the middle of a meeting with the rest of the generals. He quickly excuses himself and leaves to his bedroom, that he shares with you. When the meeting ends you enter the bedroom and find him pumping his cock while sniffing your pillow. His face goes crimson when he sees you in the room. As you approach he uses the pillow to hide his hard on, but the pressure only makes him grind his hips into the pillow. He apologizes for you seeing him like this. The last thing he expected though was for you to move the pillow and wrap your mouth around his cock instead, inviting him to finish what he started. Your mouth is much better then a pillow after all.

Zhongli can't believe that he let himself lose control over himself like this. You were just sitting in his lap, helping him go over his latest contracts when you felt his hardening dick poking against your ass. You back up into him further, not sure if you're dreaming or not, but the growl that comes into your ear sends such a bolt of pleasure through your body that you can feel the wetness already gathering between your thighs, better than any dream. Zhongli takes a deep breath and bucks his hips into yours, his hands now firm on your hips to keep you still as he continues to roll his hips into yours. Never in his life did he think he would be desperately humping his lover in his own office, but he can't help his instincts. You're beautiful, you smell good, and horny, and absolutely ravishing. And he will have you, Right here, right now.

Gift Wrapped 💌

Yuuta Okkotsu x Reader

cw: smut. porn with a little plot. oral, fingering (f!receiving) multiple orgasms. praise. overstimulation. breeding. unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it). minor mention of womb fucking. say it with me: college au! minors do not interact.

wc: 4.k

“We need a distraction.”

You furrow at your two friends posted a little beyond the doors to the library. “Huh? Why me?”

Maki exchanges a quick glance with Inumaki who mutters a little under his breath, sighing when he shrugs his shoulders like it’s up to her to explain your importance in this situation.

“Because you’re his favorite,” And the way you tilt your head a little makes her exhale. “Seriously. If it was anyone else he’d see right through it.”

That makes you throw your head back a bit. “I’m his favorite?”

“Salmon.”

“Wha-“ Even so, you frown. Fabric stretching a little in your sundress as you distribute some of your weight on your hip. “But I’m the one who planned the party? I still have an order of decorations to pick up before noon.”

“We’ll pick those up on the way back,” She cuts you off before you can add. “And the cake. We’re obviously not gonna forget that.”

“What about the invitations? You know who’s all coming, right? Will you make sure they know it’s a surprise?”

Maki scoffs. “Again, obviously.”

Rough fingers are already reaching for the soft side of your cheek when you blow out a distrustful sigh. “Hey, don’t start acting like you planned this all yourself! You’re not the one who’s been bending over backwards just to make sure Panda and Sensei keep their mouths shut about this whole thing.”

“Tuna mayo.” Inumaki adds.

You relent with another short breath through your nose as you lightly swat your friend’s hand away. “Okay, okay! What am I supposed to do to distract him then?”

“I don’t know? Do what you usually do.”

“Which is?”

Maki shrugs like she’s not about to say the most insulting thing in the world. “You know, walk in there like a complete ditz, kiss his ass a little. Maybe pop a few of those buttons in your dress,“

“Okay,” You interject. “So this is you asking me for a favor-“

“Just,” Maki exasperatedly points her head forward as she reaches to turn you for the empty study room at the far side of the library. Pushing you across even as you quietly complain against her efforts. “Walk in there and be yourself. Make sure he doesn’t come back to his dorm before we send you the signal.”

“But-“

You’re helpless as they quickly retreat in the direction they came, quietly waving you off as she leaves you there with a final glance over her shoulder. “Good luck! Don’t screw it up!”

You huff.

It takes him a distracted few seconds to respond when you finally knock at his reserved door. Quietly psyching yourself up when Yuuta calls out a busied ‘come in’ before silently making your way inside.

As expected his station is a complete mess of open scrolls and scattered books when you walk in. Papers strewn across the long table leading to the sitting ledge near the windows, and him of course comfied on a small floor seat at the corner of the room; nose deep in a book even as the door clicks behind you.

It takes the small hum you make at the mess to realize it’s you who just walked in.

Yuuta’s unabashed at the way he quickly lifts his head. “____? Hi! What’re you doing here?”

You smile as you carefully step over a few opened notebooks to hook your purse on an empty chair. “Spending time with the birthday boy, I hoped?”

“Oh? Yeah, I’d,” He raises from his seat to (albeit clumsily) approach you. “Love that! Sorry about the mess, I was just getting in a little bit of studying before you came,”

He’s familiar as he opens his arms for you. “C’mere, c’mere.”

His day shirt hisses firmly against the thin cotton of your sundress when you meet him in a snug embrace; mindful of your arms as they sit on his shoulders and his hold tightens. So much that the squeeze nearly compels you to groan like an old squeaky toy, but he lets up when you whine a little.

Yuuta’s hands are still loosely lazed on your lower back when you click your tongue at him. “Studying on not only the weekend but your birthday? It’s like you like being a dweeb.”

“Oh, I love it,” He quips back. “If only to have you to come and bully me every now and then.”

You smile at him as you finally pull yourself away. Turning on your heel at his fond grin to push aside the papers still splayed on the table behind you, and clearing room for yourself to sit as you raise yourself up by your arms.

Yuuta’s eyes follow the way your legs cross before you speak. “Wanna tell me about it? I’m sure we could go over a few things together.”

His eyes light up a little at the suggestion. If not to stall for time then just to see him nerd out on whatever he’s been so focused on all morning. Yuuta’s always been pretty transparent about his eagerness to know everything there is to about jujitsu and cursed techniques, especially when you’re around to soak up all his ramblings with complete earnest. - You’re not as thorough as Yuuta, not by a long shot; but he’s always been helpful with your technique in consideration. If you’re being honest he might be the reason you’re as skilled as you are currently.

He’s attentive. Even more attentive and honest in his enthusiasm as he pulls out a seat for himself in front of you. Positioning himself until he’s just an arms reach in front of your legs and reaching for a book just on the side of you.

“Okay, well uh for starters I’ve been reading up a lot on Death Paintings and their relationship with basic genetics. Like,” He flips a few pages before craning his neck to look up at you. “Cursed spirits are more likely to adapt to the appearance of their vessel per resistance but Death paintings,”

The way you tilt your head has him keeping the extended eye contact, even as his ears turn florid. “Are technically in themselves a vessel, so any changes to the host are arbitrary. It also means that they’re kind of dead but kind of alive? It’s a - I don’t know, a Danny phantom kind of deal.”

“That’s definitely a way to simplify it.” You snicker.

“Say a Death painting uses something like Convergence or Crimson binding, dying from blood loss would be a non-factor ‘cause they’re - well they’re dead. But if you do actually wind up killing one, even without a cursed tool, they’ll be gone forever. No cursed energy left behind or anything.”

You lift your leg somewhat to graze the top of the hard cover with the front of your shoe. “You make it sound easy?”

“Oh, for me it is.”

He chuckles when you playfully kick him, even if he has to ignore his reflexes to let you get the opportunity. Watching your lips dip into a marred pout as the force of your leg swinging at him knocks his book out of his lap and your heel tumbling down with it.

Yuuta’s lackadaisical as he reaches on his side for your fallen shoe, adjusting himself in his chair as he turns it over in his hand. “Speaking of, these have gotta be sharp enough to kill somebody with. I don’t usually see you wear these unless there’s an occasion?”

You lift an eyebrow at him as tepid fingers curl around your ankle. “Can’t I dress up a little for the birthday boy?”

His grin is sweetened by a blush.

He’s careful as he guides your leg in his direction, gentle as he slides the heel onto your pointed foot. Even with calloused fingers does he handle your leg like it’s fine tulle, and you can’t help but want to shudder at the way he appraises you with so much earnesty.

“You look very pretty today,” Yuuta hums before catching himself awkwardly. “I-I mean, you look pretty everyday but today especially.”

“Yeah? Well, thank you, Yuuta-kun.” And your smile’s flustered. Pretty and coy as you turn your head and slide your leg out of his lingering grip.

His eyes are already in place of yours when you turn to him again. “You look nice too by the way? You don’t have anywhere to be any time soon, do you?”

“Oh,” Yuuta tucks his chin in a little to glance down at his button up. “No but, I ran into Panda before I got here and he told me to put on something nice!”

He absently starts the motion of folding his sleeves back. “Whatever that’s about…”

“Yeah…” You chuckle a little airily.

You’ll kill him.

There’s a distant vibrating sound coming from your purse that you reach for as Yuuta dips his hands again to rub them restlessly against his pant legs. Light patters against the carpet floor when he starts to bounce his knee and you split your attention between that and the phone in your hand.

“But uh, I mean,” Yuuta noncommittally throws his hand up in the air. “I can’t imagine that Panda’s planning on taking me out anywhere in public, seeing as - you know,”

You give him a nodding glance as you open your phone.

“Yeah so, maybe after that you and I could… I don’t know, celebrate together?”

Party Planning Committee: jesus what did you order him

Party Planning Committee: cakes been delayed for another hr xoxo

“Aw, fuck you.”

“Huh?”

Oh. Oops. You messily catch yourself when you finally register what he’s just said. And what you just accidentally responded with. Your phone is practically thrown aside as you clumsily readjust yourself in front of him, simpering apologetically when he furrows. “Oh! No, no, not you! I was just-…”

His eyes follow your awkward movements as you lift one of the fallen straps of your dress. “I’d- Yeah, of course! I’d love that, Yuuta. What did you have in mind?”

Yuuta makes a short glance at your phone before continuing somewhat hesitantly. “I was thinking we could drive to Osaka and maybe walk through Shinsaibashi? Maybe even view the Umeda Sky Building while we’re there.”

You gape a little. As fun as that sounds. And it sounds really fun, come to think of it. A trip like that would have to be a day trip. Just the drive there could take a few hours and if he’s really in the mood to sightsee there’s no chance the two of you would be back before the night is over.

He’s talking about getting a hotel with you. The thought makes your face hot. “W-What about Panda? Shouldn’t we stay to at least see what he wants first?”

“Hm? Oh yeah sure,” Though the relieved breath you quietly let out may have been a second too soon. “His dorm’s right next to mine so I’ll stop there before I grab my things.”

“You’ll-? Oh! You don’t… have to do that,”

Yuuta gives you a puzzled look as he reaches on his side to pick up his fallen book from earlier. “Hm? Why not?”

Your hand cranes to follow his movements as he stands up from his chair. Try as you might to not seem as frantic as you are, you reach for his arm when he starts for his things on the other side of the room. “You don’t wanna seem rude? What if he’s-… n-not ready to give it to you yet?”

Yuuta stares at you a short deliberative beat.

You try to hide your nerves as he slowly inches himself closer to you. Practice in his step as he plants himself before your uncrossed legs and cranes his neck until he’s leveled with your height - until his nose is practically skimming over yours. But his eyes are vigilant as they scrub you over, and you can’t help but the fearful pout you give him when he hums shortly.

“‘You hiding something from me?”

“No.”

His pupils dilate. “Feels like you are.”

“M’not.”

“You’re not?”

“Nu-uh.”

His breath is minty and sweet. You smell it about as well as he does your flavored lip gloss, shining in the room light as your pout deepens at the way he tuts. “Lying to the birthday boy’s a pretty serious offense, y’know?”

His lips twitch up when you start to shy away. “…Only punishable by death.”

“Yuuta…” You’re already reaching to push him back when his fingers start to inch for you. “Yuuta, think about this…!”

“What’re you hiding, ____?”

“I’m not hiding any-“

You don’t even get the chance to scurry away before his fingers are pressing determined little buttons into your vulnerable torso. Blunt fingernails forcing out broken little chirps at your poor attempts to stop him from prodding at your ticklish sides, but he overpowers you without even trying. Even as you push away he shoots down your efforts to escape by pushing forward enough to nearly lay himself over you, practically covering you like a veil when your legs spread in the midst of your squirming. He’s relentless as he squeezes himself between your thighs to keep up his assault. Smiling even as tears start to well in your eyes.

Yuuta’s giggling blends in with your body racking laughs as you try fruitlessly to swat at him from where you’re all but trapped beneath him, smiling so bright that it lights up his entire face. “C’mon. Tell me! Tell me!”

“N-no! Yuuta! St- stop!”

“What’s the big secret? I wanna know!”

Your only warning comes in a choked whine when you decide to pull out your only trump card. All but backed into a wall at your last ditch attempt to get him to stop tickling you, as ashamed as you should be for deciding to play dirty.

But you’re not as you cross your bare legs over his back, forcibly pressing him against you as the surprise knocks his stomach into yours.

He’s immediately flustered. You snort at him between breaths as he props himself up on his arms.

“O-Oh,” Yuuta’s cheeks turn rosy at the way you pant underneath him. “Oh, that’s dirty!”

Your wearied smile is enough to make him sweat. “You started it-“

You both turn your heads when your phone vibrates.

Party Planning Committee: sensei said he put up the decorations

Party Planning Committee: how much u wanna bet he went through his stuff

“Wha-“

You kiss him.

Mostly in another last ditch effort to keep the secret under wraps but even so, Yuuta doesn’t even hesitate to return the kiss in full ardency. Already tilting his head to deepen the kiss before you’re wrapping your arms around his shoulders to press him more firmly against you. He’s shameless as he groans into your lips when your fingers start pushing cardful lines into the back of his head.

The way you suck on his bottom lip as he pulls away makes his brain feel syrupy, it’s not even a moment later that he’s dipping his head into the crook of your neck to press his lips where it counts.

“Y-…Yuuta…”

He’s pressing crescents in your thighs when he raises his head to look at you more directly. “Want me to stop?”

You shake your head.

His lips are molten as they press hot tracks down your neck and shoulders, scalding down the path it takes to your covered breasts. You’re not sure of its eagerness or how wholly receptive he is to each twitch and whimper you make - but whichever it is it’s driving you nuts. He’s touching you everywhere. Savoring each dip and soft spot he comes across with his curious fingers, up the thin fabric riding over your thighs, your calves as they skirt up and down his sides. Even your hands find themselves in his again, entwined with his fingers as he unlatches your grip on his hair and brings it to his lips.

Yuuta’s eyes are locked on yours through the soft kiss he presses on your wrist. “You’re soft all over. I’m not even surprised,”

Deep marble blues are suffocated by dilated blacks, hungrier as he scrubs down the tousled state of your dress. All pretty and perfect underneath him.

He skims the hand on your knee down to the fat of your inner thigh. “‘You wanna be my birthday gift?”

In favor of outright whining when he asks, you fervently nod your head.

Yuuta’s thorough in the path he takes from your sternum to your open legs. Attentive in the stops he takes to suck in scattered bruises. The draft in the room cools over the dip in your dress, tugged over the cooling spit drying over your nipples. By the time he’s started peppering his lips down your thighs, you’re already teetering over overstimulated. But he isn’t in a hurry when you start to whine, still drawing patterns over your exposed stomach to press a savory kiss over the fabric of your panties.

“Don’t tell me you came in here this wet?” The vibration of his voice inclines you to twitch. “‘You’ve been holding out on me this whole time?”

“Y-Yuu-“

His tongue is as thorough as he is.

As eager. With barely the wherewithal to tug your panties down one of your legs before nuzzling his nose back into your clit again. Shamelessly eating you out like he’s been dying to much longer than he can even remember. You’re as sweet as he’s imagined, sugary as honeydew. Cassonade coated whimpers clip into the air as he moans into you, even bolder at the way he reaches up to roughly grope at one of your breasts to put you in a different angle, and the stretch of him pushing a finger inside has you both groaning.

He could just be doing this all day and he’d be happy. Feel you shiver under him like you do in his daydreams and call out for him so prettily. “Yuuta…! Yuuta! Please, I’m..,”

You nearly cum when he spits on your already messy pussy. “G’nna cum?” Yuuta grunts as his tongue joins his fingers, eyes rolling back at the squeeze and contemplating on if this is enough for such a tight fit.

So he gathers his spit and pushes it inside for good measure.

“Ah… Yuu..” Your eyes cross as his tongue flattens on your clit again, fingers rocking you in a sticky rhythm. “I’m… gonna make a mess..!”

“Yeah? My pretty gift ‘s gonna mess for me? Give me a treat for treating her pussy so well?” His tongue sloshes against your clit as your back arches. “Go ‘head, baby. Don't hold back.”

“O-Oh, fuck!”

Your moans reverberate through the walls of the enclosed study room when you cum, nearly full out sobbing as you hump against his face and coat him in your slick as you do. But he doesn’t stop, focused on working you through and catching as much as he can in his mouth, hips grinding into the edge of the table as he fights the urge to cum in his pants.

You’re overstimulated when Yuuta finally pulls away with a lewd slurp, still rocking you into his fingers. “Good job,”

The way he parts you with his wet fingers is as embarrassing as it is toe curling. “Your clit’s gotten all cute and swollen…”

Yuuta finally stands to his full height to appraise you fully as his wet fingers dip into his mouth, slick stained on his white collar and cheeks fully flushed with lust. His gaze still sweetens though, as it usually does when he’s got his attentions set on his favorite girl. Splayed out for him like a painting as the residual taste of your cum sweetens over his tongue and there are all but hearts floating over his head.

“Wanna keep going at it?” He starts on the belt of his pants. “Promise I’ll fuck you real good if you let me.”

You can hardly make the effort to give him a verbal response, almost certain that whatever you’re gonna say is more likely to come out either slurred or incoherent. So in place of a response you reach for him, grazing your nose against his as you pull him against you; and his smile is elated as he pulls himself out of his pants.

You both gasp when the mushroom top pops in, clenching his teeth through your airy whines as he starts to push himself in and Yuuta seriously questions if he’s gonna last long with you feeling as good as you do.

There’s not enough room in you for him to still be pushing in like he is. “Yuuta, ‘s’too much…!”

“Fuck!” He grunts. “Fuck you’re so tight.”

You can barely think when he starts his pace.

He’s relentless as he thrusts into you, rough and firm as he presses his hands into the back of your thighs and pushes them up to your chest, momentarily slowing down to pull out just to the underside of his tip and roll back in with a dirty push of his hips. You’re feeling him in your stomach by now, pressed against your womb when he leans in and starts to put some of his weight on you - and you honestly don't know how you’ll look at Yuuta the same way anymore. With one of your kindest - gentlest friends being in your guts like he is, still staring at you so adoringly as he carves himself into you and tutting when your head lulls to the side.

His fingers are rough and capable as he hooks them into your jaw, keeping your gaze locked on him as his pace becomes deeper.

“So good… you feel so good, baby.. My perfect, perfect girl.” He babbles. “F-fuck..! Take it. Take it just like that - wanna fuck you so full, huh? You want that?”

“S’good! S’so good, Yuu..! Hah…ahh fuck!”

“Aw,” He laughs breathlessly, puffs of air coming out as broken moans as he lays his head into the crook of your neck and puts his weight on you completely.

Yuuta clasps one of your hands in his as he transitions into deeper strokes, reaching to rub circles into your clit with the other hand.

“My ____’s gotten all stupid already. Too focused on getting fucked to think for herself anymore.” He coos as he kisses the tears running down your cheeks.

“S’okay baby. I can do all the thinking.” His moan breaks off into a shuttered breath. “Jus…keep milking me like that. Ohh my god… s-so… fucking good. Mh..”

Your eyes roll back as you tense. “Yuuta! Yuuta…!”

“Go ‘head…hahh…” He’s really gotta hold himself back at this point. “Soak my cock with your cum, baby. Go on.”

You’re half crying when you cum for the second time, squeezing around Yuuta with such a vigor that his hips pull back with a notable resistance and he almost blacks out. Fucking into you as deep as he can as he finally starts to loose his composure.

“Fffuck! Fuck! Oh god…! So good f’me, baby! So good - m’cumming. M’cumming…!” He says as hot ropes of it start to gum up your insides. “F-..fuck you’re still…milking me.”

You whimper as his hips start to grind deep currents into yours, still slowly rocking you as he whines into your neck and keeps his pace on your clit.

“Ahh…Yuu…You’re..” Your breath hitches. “Fuck Yuuta, you’re gonna make me…cum again…!”

But he doesn’t budge when you weakly start to push at him, still quietly panting into your ear. “One more. Jus…one more, baby…”

“Yuu…Yuu…!” You clutch onto his shoulders as when you start to lock up again. “Oh god…ah..fuck!”

“There she is..” And he’s already running your insides hot again as he cums from the overstimulation. “Good girl…So…ahh…proud of you, baby.”

There’s a shared exhale as you both go limp.

Buzzt!

Party Planning Committee: ok ready when you are!

reblog for an early birthday gift 🎁

they sleep together🥺😭(Aki came tired after the mission)

Pulling Them By Their Collar

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Characters: Thoma, Kaeya, Ayato, Zhongli x gn!reader

Genre/Format: Fluff, comedic, Ayato’s has some angst, Fully written

Word count: 2k words

Warnings: Slightly suggestive but still sfw, some curse words in Kaeya’s, minor self-injury in Ayato’s (clenching fists too hard)

A/N: My half of a collab with the one and only @favoniuscodex <3 go check out her version with Diluc, Itto, and Childe here!!

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❛ 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑. reborn au

feat. Zhongli x Reincarnated!GN!Reader | PART II | wc. 5.4K

Based on 'See You In My 19th Life' webtoon | overview. This Webtoon follows the story of a woman who somehow can remember all her past lives.

sum. You were running too fast in life, so fast that no one could catch up, not even Morax who left you to fend off with your curse. Just when you thought you'll slip and fall, a certain consultant came behind and caught you.

cw. mentions of extreme emotion breakdown. cttro 双niarss on Twitter for the art below.

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PART I < PART II

THEME SONG; Seasons by Rival x Cadmium

There are five stages of grief; Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression and Acceptance. All in order.

In your case, it was the other way around. You have long accepted Morax will lay on his deathbed one day, every living thing will eventually cease to exist, mortal and immortal alike

You, out of all people know the in-depth concept of death.

And yet, no amount of tutelage or experience can prepare you for the real thing.

Now you understood what Morax felt when you died.

Your chest feels raw like there's a sudden gash wound that has manifested in your heart. It was painful, too painful that you wouldn't wish it upon anyone, even on your worst enemy.

Scratch that. It's not just pain. It feels something more destructive, demanding and insatiable, crueler than sorrow. Not even death can appease this feeling.

It was agony.

Impale your abdomen with a spear hundred times. Sever your limbs every lifetime. Suffer for all eternity hiding behind Morax and watch him love with someone else over and over again— you'd take them all and say thank you.

You'd be grateful and endure each of them just to trade whatever horrible feeling that's tearing you apart.

Confusion, terror and fright blanketed your mind as you slumped on the floorboards, desperately gasping for breath.

The acrid smell of snarling lightning crackles in the stale midnight air, sharp enough to singe every nerve of your body, rendering you cowering in overwhelming emotions— agony, pain and grief.

Inazuma was bustling with the news of the Geo Archon passing away recently. You could only imagine how Liyue is digesting the cruel twists of events.

The news spreads fast enough for foreign people to sympathize to Liyue citizens, some even offered prayers to the Raiden Shogun, some pay their respects by wishing the late Archon to rest in peace, some never bothered to care.

But none of them mourned in the confinements of their four walls as you did, the Celestia above knows the quiet sobs that wrecked the very core of your existence. The horrors of every shitty lives you went through cannot be compared to this day.

Rex Lapis, who is— was widely known for many names, mostly as the Geo Archon, God of War, God of Contracts, Former Prime Adepti, the Stonebreaker, God of History is now reduced by dust with his people carrying the legacy he has passed on.

To you, all this time, he's still... Morax the petulant child who leans on you for comfort, who politely demands you to sing a lullaby as kids. You're already sold to the idea no one would ever believe you if you told them what embodiment of mischief he was in the ancient times, the exact opposite of the Archon they knew about.

Nostalgia hits you in particular days you can't find traces of the young Morax, but Pride would caress your heart every achievement he succeeds as you watch the people love him.

Similar to a lone planet, you desperately search for a star to orbit around, to give you a source of energy and strength. Once you find one, it'll be difficult to rearrange your position after you have settled down, you're attached until the star loses its amber glow.

And now the star is gone. Gone with the cosmos after a supernova.

Destroying the neighboring planets, including you.

You were the closest in its orbit, you're the one who had to endure the scorching flames morphing you into ashes until you're reduced into cosmos particles for no one to remember.

Morax left you to fend off with your curse and face adversities alone.

Mortals would succumb to these adversities and would choose to sever their connection to the living to escape from everything. You've seen a handful of them and can't ever get enough of it.

If there's anything you long to have other than having Morax beside you is a swift escape.

Every mortal is capable of such thing, you are too, but it's pointless if the pain will cling to you in your next life. It's fruitless to cry when you know every affliction won't be forgotten even if you tried.

Just why?! Why do I have this perpetual curse of reincarnation? I abhor you, Celestia! Not only you cursed me, you even took away Morax from this land!

You shake your head as the anger surge took over your sanity. You thought you can just go live your merry life, unbeknownst how dependent you were to Morax.

Your will to live is solely operated by the fact you have someone you want to protect. But now he's gone? What's the back up plan? Clearly you can't just follow him in his death knowing you can die, but your memories will remain with you.

Was it out of selfishness to protect him to have someone accompany your lonely soul? Because he's the only one who actually remembers the real you?

Rain began to pour from the desolute atmosphere as you heard disembodied voices theorizing Morax's death. The muffled thundering of the storm only growing louder, reminding you of today's unsavory news. How convenient, the sky is sympathizing.

No, make it stop! I don't want fo hear any of it! Morax is dead, that's how nature works. I'm griefing because it hurts, not because I have nothing to live for.

You lived in that illusion for minutes until. . .

*drip* *drip*

. . . the dam broke.

Hot tears streamed down your face, and you squeezed your eyelids shut in the hope the pain would stop, just numbing it would be fine too. Your choppy breathing and watery eyes remained for quite some time, and sat there unmoving.

There's no see you later's anymore, for Morax has left you. Today has marked your first Goodbye to him.

For an indiscernible amount of time, there was only a black void and it could have been as if you didn’t exist and you had never existed.

And then you felt each of your cells that had been ripped apart within seconds be sewed back together just as quickly, and your eyes met nothing but a blinding white light.

Have I reborn again? You're not aware which is which anymore. You lift your numb hand and reality crashed over your head, you haven't died out of grief, yet.

Your mind is in havoc, you don't know what you want, not that you have any choice.

Dying won't help you escape, forgetting is not an option, loving. . . can't heal an open wound.

No words can equate the absolute devastation you feel.

❖ ── ✦ ── 『 6000 YRS AGO, MT. TIANHENG 』 ── ✦ ── ❖

This is stupid. Utterly ridiculous!

What kind of mortal would go in the mines in the middle of the night where monsters lurk in the shadows to hunt for preys? Yeah, that's a question he would like for you to answer!

He flies twice the speed he usually exerts, his mind running rampant of all worst possible scenarios.

He doesn't know what compelled you to do such ridiculous act, but all he knows is he has get to you before any monsters do.

Landing unceremoniously, he gulps at the sight before him. He was never a fan of darkness, it never fails to instill fear in him, the fear of the unknown.

The only time he feels comfortable in the night is whenever you're around him. You don't fear the night, and it somehow influenced him in a way that there's nothing that should be afraid of as long as you're with him— as his human shield.

Young Morax finds himself slowly withdrawing, the fear overpowering his will to come and save you.

"Morax? What are you doing out here?" Saved by the gracious voice of yours, young Morax nearly broke his neck with how fast he looked at your direction.

Your face is contorted out of concern for him, he's sweating profusely and his breathing is ragged.

Just seeing you all in one piece with no signs of injuries made hin slumped on the ground, sighing in relief.

You were at his side seconds later, subconsciously caressing his cheeks. Celestia above! He's shaking like a leaf!

"It's alright, let's get you out of here." Your soothing voice appeased his troubled mind as you helped him get back on his feet. He clutches the fabric of your shirt and wordlessly launches himself on you, arms and tiny tail entrapping you in an embrace.

You waste no second reciprocating the gesture, you've known him for months to be comfortable with physical sentiments. Though you can't say the same to him as he would always flinch away when you initiate it, but has no problem when he does it.

And it seems like he needs your comfort to even give a damn.

"Whatever it is, it can't hurt you now okay?"

From that angle, he peered from below you as if confirming the validity of your words, amber eyes looking like someone has kicked an innocent puppy, it's no wonder you have a soft spot for him.

Both of you strayed away from the caves leading to mines, "I-I thought you l-left me." He meekly mumbled, almost incoherent.

That baffles you as he continues, "I overheard f-from your village that m-monsters are increasing in the area and you're probably..."

"Shh... I'm here now, aren't I? I'm sorry you have to hear that, I can assure you I haven't encountered any marauding monsters during my little excursion." You sighed, guilt pooling your conscience.

He sniffled, "So, you're not going to leave me?"

"Can I even go anywhere when you have a sharp sense of smell?"

"I'm a dragon, not a wolf." He whined, though you could still see the glint of dubious in his eyes, "Can I trust your word?"

Words never served him better than actions, you ought to show him you honor your word by affirming it through gestures.

Smiling, you offered your hand to him.

"How about you hold my hand on our way home? Will that help?" He stares at you and literally contemplated before he relented.

It's warm, much similar to your hug, but like a form of hug that has been reduced to a smaller fraction. It's still a paragon of comfort.

Surely enough, it did help his mind to be at ease. If you ever feel like he's cutting off your circulation, he is cutting your circulation by intertwining your fingers as if trying to tangle it so it won't loose.

"I'm sorry, you must think I'm stupid for cowering away just because of some stupid dark cave." He lowered his head in shame.

He's a Dragon who has greater strength than most beings, and yet he lets his fear consume him as if they can hurt him like how—

"Nonsense! Don't ever think like that or I will personally be the reason why you should fear humans." As stern as you sound, your eyes tell a different story.

Young Morax deduced this as concern, which resulted a flustered and heartwarming reaction from the boy. You were worried for him.

It shouldn't be something he's supposed to feel happy about, but your fretful intentions warranted warmth and security in his mind.

"I didn't know how oddly. . . pleasant it is to hold hands." He mused, and you responded with an amused giggle, "Here I thought only couples do this stuff, but it's really reassuring."

"It does, doesn't it? Sometimes the solution to your conflicts is in a form of validation."

Too wise for a kid, he inwardly complained, ". . .Meaning?"

You hold his other hand and stood to face him with a sequined smile, "No matter how minuscule or massive your fears are, you'll still find comfort when someone validates your feelings; to let you know that they care. It may not be the solution in some cases, but it's better than being alone in times of your vulnerability."

You leaned slightly closer, "Can I ask you a favor?" Your gaze pierced right through his soul and he can only nod absently which resulted for you to grin.

"If you see someone, friend and stranger even enemies, looking so vulnerable that they actually might cry. . ." You lifted your intertwined hands with his, ". . .Make them feel significant."

A cold midnight wind whisked past the both of you, your eyes shone brighter than jewels and stars alike as you spoke those words that made a huge impact in his life.

". . .Even if my enemies are about to cry because I'm about to end their miserable lives?"

What a way to ruin the moment.

"You know what I mean, Mora." You deadpan, preparing to let go of his hand, but his grip is much stronger and it only tightens once he feels you're trying to detach.

"I'm afraid you have to elaborate further, Y/N. And please, I only have two syllables in my name. What's so hard in including the X?" In contrast to his words, he quite enjoys hearing his nickname.

"The X is not even a syllable, Mora."

That time, young Morax found peace.

He's always on the hunt for something new, something glimmering, something incredible, something undiscovered and something bedazzling. That's how his childlike brain thinks and he seizes anything outwardly beautiful.

But he never knew how amazing it was to see something— or rather, to see someone's beauty on the inside.

Perhaps that's what draws him to you, because of your voice, patience and understanding. He would never admit it though

To him, you're beautiful inside and out, almost perfect, even your flaws are easy to love.

He can't deny he wasted a few immortal years just mourning your death, you'd probably scold him.

Within those years, he's only reliving the memories and wise words you have with him. He wanted to come out as a better person after your death, take it as an honour of your passing.

You made him for what he is.

If he hadn't met you he'd still be the intolerable, impatient and disrespectful person as he grows up.

He'd still fear the unknown, never having the courage to take risks and accept whatever outcomes.

Everything he does always brings him back to you, his actions always correlates to something that's relevant about you. It had always been you.

He prays the Celestia to let you know you will always be apart of his person. Yes, you died, but every lingering piece of you still remains intact in the deep recesses of his mind.

He has moved on, but you remain the person he loved the most. Not even the sands of time has the capability to change that.

"How disastrous. People can be really simple-minded." Morax rubbed both of his temples once he heard the speculation of him and Guizhong plausible relationship.

"I apologize on their behalf, it never crossed my mind they'll be quick to make assumptions." The fair Goddess bowed in shame.

"You have done nothing wrong to spark such rumors, Guizhong. If anything, it is I who should seek forgiveness for I have tied you down with such unpleasant gossips."

She meekly chuckles, "If we're going to paint ourselves as the culprit then we might as well work together to quell the rumors."

His perfectly lined eyebrows knitted, which didn't go unnoticed by Guizhong, "What seems to be troubling your mind?"

A few seconds ticked by before he let out a whisper that only Barbatos can only hear thanks to his wind. For Guizhong who has keen sense of hearing, "If Y/N was here I'll gear up for another war just to extinguish this spreading rumors." She stifled a laugh.

Oh, she knows alright. She knows you. She knows the person who captivated Morax's heart, it's all about he talks to her in their leisure time and you're not a secret between their comrades.

Most people would find it dull to listen about someone's life unless it held any merit to pass onto the other mouth, she would too. But Morax describes you like a protagonist of a fairy tale, like some mythical being, caught between two worlds, a miracle of existence that racked his existence— which makes you an interesting person

She was so eager to meet you, it was rather unfortunate that you've already passed on uncountable years ago.

"Where are you going?" She inquired as the Geo Archon whisk passed her, "Out to visit an old friend. I won't be returning until tomorrow dawn."

She sighed, a corresponding smile soon follows as she took over his job for the meantime.

Morax walked through the barren areas in Mt. Tianheng, it became part of his leisure activities during the day when his mind needs to detach itself from reality and let himself be swayed by the memories he tucked in the deep recesses of his mind.

Memories of his late comrades who perished in the horrors of war and the most painful but nostalgic one; Y/N.

He ruefully sighed at the thought of you. Even in death, you have full grasp of his heart and shroud his head with your image.

Filtered beams of light accented the spaces between the ancient trees that twisted like spires from the undergrowth. Golden leaves littered the forest floor as Morax appraised the trail of mycelium path, one leading to a particular tree.

His expression remains unchanging, at least that's what he thought, any stranger sees him they'll stop to ponder what made this godly man smile so fondly.

A single maple leaf flow with the breeze, swaying in inconsistent direction until it falls in his gloved hand. The rich color of autumn and texture brings him back in his youthful days.

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"Ah! All I do is reminisce to pass time." He muttered to himself as he let the leaf get carried away by the zither winds once again.

"It certainly has been awhile, Y/N. I was but a petulant child since I've visited you. I now stand here as the Geo Archon." It has been a habit to come back to this specific tree and treats it as his home.

It's a sacred place he's closely attached to, he can perfectly picture his young self failing to spy on you. He grimaced at the memory when he was caught in the act.

"I still have no idea why you let me trail your shadows, you weren't least afraid that I'm a dragon. You told me you're fascinated, but. . . was that the only reason?"

Only the breeze answered for him with nothing, "If you hadn't allowed me to do so I do not know what kind of person I would be as of today." He steps closer and pulled off his hood.

He let the silence hang for minutes, maybe even hours. Just standing there as he appreciates what nature has to offer in the place where his story began with you.

"Are you proud of me? My comrades claimed they were more than proud to stand alongside with me, but I doubt the veracity of their words when I led them to their demise. Is it that prideful to have me as a friend when I bring nothing but misfortune?"

He finally sat down between the roots of the tree, relishing the blissful comfort as the sunlight accentuates his godly features.

"I met a boy who was being manipulated by an evil god who only desires power and selfish gains." He began.

"He was a fierce warrior, strong and capable, the manipulation only fuels him to be at his strongest form. I was thinking of eradicating him, but his eyes already looked so dead. It reminded me of. . ."

He holds his tongue and shuts his eyes as he's in pain, "It would be one of my greatest regrets if I had impaled my spear into him."

"I thought of you that time. Hadn't it been to my promise to you, I wouldn't have gained a new ally. Xiao is his name."

The wind blew stronger, ". . . I forgot you can summon him just by calling out his name." He chuckles to himself.

Green statics cracked into the air and quickly revealed a masked man with his polearm readied for any danger.

"Settle down now. I apologize, your name slipped in my mouth." The young Yaksha visibly looked confused even under the layers of his mask.

"I was narrating a story to my old friend Y/N."

Guizhong couldn't have been more right.

By the end of the day, Xiao now knows every detail there is to know about the person called Y/N. It's what Morax ever talk to him.

"Mr. Zhongli is in a very elated mood ever since you told him Archon knows what, Traveler." Hu Tao, the Director of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor finds the situation quite absurd to look at, but never impossible. His mood just feels out of place.

Who looks at mournful families with an eccentric smile on their face as they consult them about their loved one's death?

"Why does Paimon feel like you're pointing finger at the traveler?" She puts her tiny hands on tiny her hips like a mother hen.

The Traveler let out a nervous laugh, "I wonder what exactly brought him in such high spirit with my words."

"Ooh... Paimon thinks it's about Y/N. Isn't it obvious by now?" Hu Tao furrowed her eyebrows, "Y/N? You mean the Adventurer?" Both heads snapped at her direction, "You know them?"

She reluctantly shrugged, "Only at acquaintance level. They showed interest in business and I taught them a few things." She smiled at the epilogue of her statement.

"If they ever come back, my hunch tells me you'd find them in Wangshu Inn, they frequented there before." She added before turning her attention to a new customer.

Zhongli, who's been eavesdropping, perked up at the claims. Perhaps he should visit Xiao tonight and totally won't inquire if he ever met you before.

Midnight falls and Zhongli bid his farewell to the traveler before heading towards the Wangshu Inn.

For some unknown reason, Zhongli could sense the foreboding feeling that's nagging his instincts as he gets closer to his desired destination, yet he doesn't stop. What's worse is that he doesn't know if it's for the good or bad.

All of a sudden, a harsh breeze blew past his face as if the winds attempting to convey a message that's only for his intuition to decipher, for him to meander.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw his statue glowing bright blue, but that wasn't what caught his attention. A hand reached out to touch the stone statue.

A mop of [H/C] facing him backward bowed down in respect of the late Rex Lapis, but Zhongli could feel a much more intense feeling.

Something stirs inside him, he remembers this situation— when he watched Y/N with such fascination from above the tree, not knowing what they look like, yet they never fail to express their feelings through threaded words he finds so wondrous to hear.

In contrary to that, the person appears to be. . . forlorn. He stepped closer until he's only less than five meters away from them.

All of a sudden, he feels skittish around the person. It's as if he doesn't want to leave a bad first impression, he's suddenly self-conscious of his looks, and Zhongli never cared about his outer appearance.

Then they spoke, in a solemn voice.

"See you later, Mora. I hope you found your eternal peace."

There are times when you wish you'd forget Morax, some that you don't. But still, in the birth of new beings, you will find Morax in his next life. The prospect of being alone is a phobia you can't ever overcome unless you have Morax.

What a joke. It should've been a farewell. Your final goodbye to your old friend. Not a hopeless see you later.

It took you months to come with that mindset, only to end up saying what's the exact opposite.

It was difficult to come back in Liyue, every step adds a new pile of memory that drags you further into the depths of agony. Every where you look reminds you of the late Geo Archon. Each encouraging word in your mind gets trampled on by his image.

You consider it as an achievement to stand tall in front of his statue after his death, and a failure that you didn't get to bid your final words to him before you depart from Liyue.

You're still clinging to a nonexistent hope that you'll actually get to see him even after your death. Old habits die hard they say. It couldn't have been more relatable than now.

Sighing in disappointment, you retracted your hand from the statue and briskly turn around when you felt the disturbance behind you.

A gloved hand suspended in the air seems to be trying to reach out to you. As you raise your eyes to meet the oh-so-familiar glowing amber eyes that you grew to love. . .

You offered the stranger a faux smile, seemingly naive to the person standing in front of you with an aghast expression.

You failed to realize Morax as Zhongli just as Morax failed to realize you in your different lives.

"Hello. How may I help you?"

Oh, how the tables have turned.

Time has stopped, both hands of the clock moved counterclockwise, bringing him back to the time he first laid his eyes on you— so unsuspecting from what's about to unravel after a sweet hello.

His broadened eyes are solely fixated on you, it ingnited a feeling he couldn’t immediately identify, a sense of a certain and long-forgotten familiarity fogged his memory.

From the color of your eyes, skin and hair. The subtle furrow of your eyebrows and the upturn of your lips. The gentle facade that compelled him to indulge his curiosity towards you.

Y/N. . . Are you the Y/N the traveler was talking about?

But you bare no resemblance to the Y/N he knew, yet he can tell how it is your soul residing in the mortal's body. It is you. Your eyes aren't the ones that welcomed him as new friend. It feels different.

You're smiling while your eyes are grieving.

Your eyes failed to conceal your weeping soul and could only hope the last bits of its strength will keep it standing until someone reach a hand to put back the shattered pieces.

Behind that gleeful stare was a mountain of pain and extracting it would bring instability to the person who would dare to climb. Yet come what may, you're always worth any risk.

He lowered his hand to shake yours, his lips upturned into an enigmatic smile.

Your heart went erratic and the usually dormant butterflies imploded in your stomach. You haven't felt like a teenager since. . .

You felt your breath hitch in your throat when suddenly, with a mere handful of strides, the beautiful man was standing right in front of you, his amber eyes searching your face intently, trying to find whatever it was he was seeking.

"My name is Zhongli, I'm a consultant in Wangsheng Funeral Parlor." Your [E/C] eyes blinked surreptitiously before accepting it. What a beautiful name, you thought almost immediately.

Under normal circumstances you would've strictly reprimanded the man with his incongruous advances, but you felt something else, something so powerful it overshadowed your senses.

It was a need, an unyielding need to be close to him.

Rather than pushing him away, something inside you stirs awake and begin to implore to coalesce with his existence.

"I'm Y/N L/N, an adventurer."

So it is really you.

He briefly looks down to their intwined hands.

For countless nights, the image of your bloodied hand reaching out to him as you take your last breath plagued his every dream. The tender, soft hands that will no longer bring him comfort. The hand of the person whom he loved so dearly, whom he failed to protect against the wicked ways of the world.

The intense urge to hide you away from the prying eyes that shared similarities to his kept his mind in shambles.

Which what led him to mumble to you what his thoughts are repeating like a mantra.

When he spoke the promise he'll show you what's up at the highest altitude his wings could go, he was mostly speaking out of his selfish desire to hold onto your hand and fly you away to the farthest place no living creatures have ever stumbled upon.

He had to learn it the hard way; that the greater you wish for something, the crueler fate can be. Maybe if he hadn't been so greedy you could've live your mortal life.

Now that you are standing in front of him, shaking your hand, he can amend his mistake by straying far away from you before he repeats history itself, before he could inflict pain on you again.

And yet, looking at you attempting to shoulder the boulders of life is what all it takes for all the wisdom he garnered for centuries to be thrown out the window.

He can't imagine himself distancing from you when you're suffering and have no one comfortable enough to share your burdens with, no one to validate your feelings, no one to embrace you in your vulnerable times.

You taught him to be compassionate, to not disregard emotions, and he's about to set that in motion. You were there when he needed you the most, offered your shoulder to vent out his feelings, it's about time to let him do what you always did for him.

It became abundantly clear he's not willing to let you go through anything alone just like he had gone through without you.

"You claim you're a consultant. Did you perhaps think I'm a potential customer?"

He let go of your hand as much as he loathes being away from your warmth for even just a second, he's still convinced you can be taken away from him at any given moment.

"Indeed, I couldn't stand idle and watch you grieve alone." He watches how you averted your eyes as if hiding the pain would appease your mind.

"I appreciate the thought. . . though, I highly doubt it'll be effective."

He mentally chuckled at the irony. He, too, was once amazed of what simple gestures can bring to a downhearted person.

"Hmm. An old friend once showed me how to console a person. Allow me to share their insights."

Your eye brows perched in curiosity, this man speaks like he's in his 50s or something, ". . .If you insist. I could use a company for now."

Morax experienced eons of desires to attain what he wishes to, though he refrains from being blinded by those greedy thoughts as he had witnessed how cruel fate can be when he once desired to have you. Will history repeat itself?

Zhongli chortles in response, but his expression soon turned nostalgic, "I may not know what adversities you're facing nor do I know who you are, but know that you're never alone."

His smile never left his face as he takes off his glove and held the palm face forward to you, he watches how your eyes glisten with unshed tears, "W-What is that supposed to convey?"

You didn't even notice how much gap he closed just to increase the proximity between the both of you. Archons! You can smell the lingering scent of Osmanthus Wine mingling with his breath!

Is he a drunkard like Venti?

Perhaps this man is drunk to comprehend his actions, perhaps he won't remember this the never next day, perhaps he has mistaken you for someone else, perhaps—

"Wherever you wish to go, I'll keep you company. I dare ask if I may hold your hand along the way, Y/N?"

Perhaps there's hope you can cling onto until your aching heart is at ease.

Your hand found its way to his, almost too desperate to not let this moment of comfort vanish. Just this once, you thought to yourself as the man smiled with absolute glee that it puts the sun in shame.

Out of reflex, your fingers laced with his, wanting nothing more than to relieve in the warmth of his hand. His expression soon turned into a priceless one as if he's in disbelief that you actually just did that, and that alone made the realization struck you harder than Raiden's lightning and fried your nerves with embarrassment.

"I-I'm so-sorry! I didn't mean to get too comfortable!"

You're a stranger to him, and you acted as if you've been a longtime friends. He must have been feeling uncomfortable, you nervously thought as you quickly tried reel back your hand in an attempt to salvage whatever budding acquaintanceship you have.

Keyword; tried.

Your action prompts him to retaliate by locking his fingers in place, keeping your hand sealed with his and shot you a reassuring smile.

"Do not fret. I'm delighted to know I somehow earned a little fraction of your trust. It's only fair to mirror the trust you gave me."

As if to spell out his point, he held up your intertwined hands just below your chin. His eyes blazed with a newfound emotion you couldn't decipher. He almost looks eager. He was gripping your hand, not too tight, but firm enough give emphasize of something.

His action wasn't fruitless as it gained a reaction from you. Your eyebrows twitched, there's something too familiar about it, but your memory refuses to give you that answer.

Instead, you could only mutter weak responses, "I-I understand, but if you feel uncomfortable in any way then don't hesitate to point out what I'm doing wrong."

Whether it was a satisfying answer he wants to hear, his emotions betrayed to even give you a brief answer and his face only lit up as he turns away from you, "You could never do anything wrong in my eyes."

Did he just say something? "What was that?"

"Nothing. Are you new in Liyue? I could give you a tour if you'd like to make you familiarize with the environment."

Your lips turned into a genuine smile, it didn't reach your ears but something tells you this man will lengthen it until you're the happiest person alive, "I'd love to, Zhongli."

As the wind blows to the East, a new chapter has began with a new retelling of their unfinished story. Until the last maple leaf falls and the oldest standing tree drought, two souls will always find their way to rekindle what has been lost.

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