Imagining Tighnari Coming Home After Going Out To Further Explore The Forest And Is Red In The Face,

i was working on ur request and got side tracked. thinking about yan diluc and how bad he wants his captive little darling.. jerking off to the thought of them, moaning their name, so so frustrated and he aches with want. and reader. reader hears it every time, sometimes is witness to it. how desperate he is, how obsessed he is. maybe reader is sometimes awoken by the sound of him while he sleeps next to them. maybe he does it in front of them because he won't hurt you but please, please let him look at you? holding you down while he jacks off, eyes clenched closed so he can pretend it's in you. steadily losing his resolve bit by bit. ohoho my mind is running rampant.

every day. EVERY DAY i think about yan diluc. i am so sorry to my followers but i see a pathetic aristocratic repressed man and i go AHJDVNJKFVDJNKFVkjn.

cw: kidnapping, non-consensual touching, yandere, reader wears a nightgown, diluc's saviour complex. (bondage and being fed in a Non Sexy way) dub-con/non-con.

He makes you sleep in his bed.

It's for precaution, he insists, his crimson gaze not quite meeting your own; to ensure that you're safe. He just feels more comfortable, more assured that you are sheltered from the dangers of the world, if you slumber beside him - if he slips in late at night after whatever business he attends to that has him come back smelling of blood and burning, and sees you peaceful beneath his own coverlets.

You hold your tongue; bite back the insistence that you would be safer if you were not a captive in the house of a madman, if you were permitted your freedom, if he wasn't so selfish and disgusting and monstrous. You have long since learnt such protestations mean nothing to Diluc; he simply bows his head, face anguished, and makes a quiet noise of agreement that he is a monster.

("It is worth it, though," he says, and you see the vision he wears at his hip glow for a moment, "to know that you are safe, beloved.")

One falls quickly into routine when routine is all that one is allowed to partake in. You are permitted only the smallest freedoms; most of your time is spent under Adelinde's watchful eye, trapped in the four walls of the winery, wishing you had appreciated the freedom of Monstadt when you were still able to partake in what the Anemo Archon blessed you with.

And your routine, now, includes . . . slipping on one of the expensive confections of frill and lace and chiffon that Diluc buys you to wear in bed. Spraying some of the perfume that he brings back from his trips, in the vain hope that it will drown out Diluc's own particular cedarwood and vintage wine and iron scent. Slipping beneath the covers and hoping that sleep will come easy to you, that you will not be woken by the inevitable--

You always are. The feel of the bed dipping down beside you; the soft sigh that escapes Diluc's mouth, as the covers are pulled down and you are revealed to his hungry eyes.

The nightgowns are modest; innocent, even. They are all frills and fanciful creams and ivories, georgette sleeves that drape over your shoulders, ruching and delicate lamp-grass embroidery and little ribbons in Diluc's favourite colour (red, it's always red). That just seems to rile him up more.

The feel of a hand, grazing atop of the fabric - his hand searing heat even when he does not fully touch you. The soft little groan of your name, so longing and wanting it almost makes you sick. And then . . . the sound of Diluc's own nightclothes, being displaced. The wet shlick of skin-on-skin, as he touches himself to the sight of your helpless body, whilst he thinks you're sleeping.

You have lost count of the number of times you have woken to the sounds of Diluc touching himself. Your name, gasped out through clenched teeth in heated hisses - praise for you, calling you his darling, so good for him, so beautiful and lovely . . . Calling you his. Mumbling to himself about how pretty you are, how soft and warm and tight he's certain you are as he imagines he is rutting his cock into something other than his fist.

You keep your eyes squeezed shut. You can take this; you can live with this. You can bear it, if all he is going to do is lie beside you and fantasise. You hear the whine when he comes, feel the way his back arches, the way he pants and pants and how the rhythm of his hand and the slick sounds change a little--

He always touches you with those hands, afterwards. Always pulls you against him spoon-fashion. Always drops hot kisses along your throat and drags you against him in such a tight hold you think he fears ever letting go, with his own come drying on the sheets and messing your nightgown.

(It doesn't bother him; he does not do his own laundry, and Adelinde looks at you in the mornings when she comes to strip the beds and gives you an encouraging smile. She had told you, once, when you had been new here and still railing against your imprisonment--

"Master Diluc is lonely," she'd said, sighing, "I have not seen him so happy as he is in your presence for many years."

As she had checked the tightness of your ropes, sharper eyes than one would expect of a maid had met yours.

"I don't need to tell you how much of Monstadt rely on Master Diluc," she says. "On the business of the Dawn Winery? Do you not think that a little unhappiness may be your responsibility to bear?"

"It's barbaric!" You'd snapped back. "He wants me to be . . . some imprisoned bird in a pretty cage!"

Adelinde's face sets like stone. Diluc was away that night; when she had brought up a tray for your dinner, the soup had been stone cold.

"Do you know how many natural predators birds have?" She'd asked you, a falsely polite smile on her face as she ladled the cold soup into your mouth and you had no choice but to swallow it. "Why, I've seen Master Diluc take several out with a single arrow. Perhaps a songbird ought to be glad it is ornamental enough to be spared that fate.")

You should have known that Diluc would not be satisfied with merely lying beside you, having you so close and yet not doing anything about it. The first time his other hand had crept to your thigh, pushing up the lacy hem, your eyes had snapped open.

"Diluc?" You had whispered, softly, into the night - hoping that your voice may be soft enough and persuasive enough to make him ashamed of it. "Wh-what are you doing?"

A ragged voice had answered you.

"I just . . . just let me look at you, darling. Just let me . . . touch you a little--"

Burning hands on bare skin. Diluc, shifting, so he lay on his side - big wine-dark eyes seeking you out in the moonlight filtered through the curtain as he groaned out your name.

"So pretty," he'd said, as he'd pushed the nightgown higher and higher. Bare thighs. bare stomach. The place between your thighs. A soft groan had escaped him at the sight. "Spread your legs for me. Please."

"Diluc--"

"I won't-- I won't hurt you--" He practically tripped over his tongue in his urges. "Please. I just want to look at you, darling, beloved, angel--"

. . . Just look. Just gaze on you. You sleep in the same bed, but you are - now at least - trusted to do such personal matters as bathe and undress on your own. Adelinde had helped, when you were still bound . . . but you had been good, and you had earnt your freedoms. A sob hiccups in your throat as you bare yourself to him. Your cheeks heat at how hungrily his gaze devours you.

"So beautiful," he whines, hand going to his cock - the first time you've seen it, properly. Pretty - thick, long, with a flushed ruddy tip and a gentle curve, soaking precome as his fingers wrap about it. "Please stay like that. Hnn-- Just . . . just let me think about how you feel, I won't hurt you, I promise I promise I promise--"

But just a little turns into more far quicker than people expect. At first it just just looking at you - and then--

"Just let me touch your thighs," Diluc whispers, his breath hot against your cheek as he lavishes the warmed skin with kisses. "Ahh-- hnn, they're so much softer than my hand . . . Is this what you'd feel like . . . inside?"

"Just let me settle between your legs," Diluc begs you. "Just . . . let me hold you by the hip, let me imagine I'm inside of you, darling, please, I need to--"

"Hold my other hand. Please."

"Just . . . against your thighs. Let me rut it against your thighs. I'm begging you, beloved, if you don't I think I shall simply die--"

"Kiss me--"

When he presses it against the cleft of your sex and whispers;

"Just the tip - I promise, my darling. I would never hurt you. Have I ever? Please . . . I simply need to feel every part of you--"

. . . What else can you do, a captive ornamental bird in a fine cage, but accept it? Spread your legs wider and welcome him in?

It was always going to come to this.

It is still a better fate, you suppose, than being shot down in flight.

i'm not sure if you've ever watched beauty and the beast, but there's a scene where he saves belle from wolves and I had this thought about little dove seeing capitano at his most furious to protect her and she's not sure whether to be grateful or afraid of him. it's not like he's ever hurt her...but he could, right?

I already did something similar here! So I guess this is a little continuation? <3

"Will you pray for me?"

In the darkest hours of the night, a bolt of lightning startles you out of your nightmare. The storm besieging the castle fell with such a fierce force that your little sigh was drowned out by the noise of the raindrops incessantly hitting the window.

Another lightning flash, stronger than the previous one, draws a huge, imposing silhouette in front of you. A giant in the dark standing guard. His greatsword, now clean and pristine as if it had never tasted blood, dug lightly into the carpet, its handle serving as a rest for the gloved hand that had wielded it so expertly.

He sat with his back to you, facing the window as if daring all the creatures of the dark to come out of hiding.

It is then that you realize that you are not in your room. You were in his. A much more austere room than yours, and smaller too, he had gifted you the most spacious, beautiful room in the castle. Sunlight always entered your room, but never this one. It was therefore much colder.

You here in his bed, no longer enveloped by his coat.

"Close your eyes my dove, or you'll have nightmares forever," he had said as he covered you and leaned you against his chest. The smell of blood had been so prominent that you still felt nauseated at the memory of it. You can't help but tear up.

"You will stay in this room from now on, tomorrow I will instruct all your things to be moved here," he says, apparently aware that you had woken up.

Gods... please have mercy. The thought of sleeping there every night fills you with dread. The night was usually the time you felt most at peace, he never entered your room without asking you first. What if you were always there and he tried to ...?

You raise your arm and move your hand towards him, not too slowly and not too quickly. You must not let him see how nervous you are. He should always think about how much you loved him, that he could continue giving you liberties, that you were his and did not fear him. You just had to give him enough to keep him happy, and he would leave you alone.

"I was scared to death until you came to save me, your grace. I should have thanked you earlier, I... I should have kissed you."

As your hand touches his arm, he tenses.

"Kiss me, you say? Like little maidens do to their knights?" he laughs, had he realized you were lying?... "Careful, Little Dove. I might take you on that offer, and once I do... I could turn to greed."

Rumors in the Palace

(Pierro is not Kaeya's bio dad HC/Fatui Adopt Kaeya AU) If you're wondering what's Kaeya's role in the AU, here's a lil comic that kinda explain it :)

characters who fit this ; kazuha, albedo, XIAO, zhongli, tighnari, THOMA

dom reader ; g/n reader ; masterlist ; requests thirsts and asks are open!!

cw ; service subs ?

pretty boys who stare up at you while they suck you off or eat you out, kneeling between your legs like they worship you. just show him he’s making you feel good. his hands tremble where they lay resting on your thighs as cum from your previous orgasms drip down his chin. his lips stay parted as he takes in shaky and desperate breaths, waiting for your next instruction. he looks at you through lust ridden eyes like you are all he’ll ever need and all he’ll ever even begin to want. he doesn’t even try to get off or touch himself even though his cock is red and sore and dripping precum onto his thighs. he wouldn’t dare ask. all he needs is to see you in pleasure. so he keeps eye contact with you, promising you with each flutter of his eyelashes that he’s devoted to you and only you. he always will be. all you need to do is tell him he’s yours.

inexperienced! tighnari x reader

warnings: afab! reader, implied virgin! tighnari, soft dom! tighnari, subby! reader, pussy eating, overstimulation, in a lovey dovey way tho, MDNI

when it first became apparent that your one-sided infatuation with the reclusive forest ranger was not quite as one-sided as you thought, it became obvious that this was the one field of expertise that tighnari had limited experience in. usually so quick-witted and sharp-tongued, tighnari’s (mostly) calm demeanour seemed to crack in your presence, much to your enjoyment. tighnari’s shy, flustered reaction to the smallest of touches had been endearing, even cute. this hadn’t lasted very long.

tighnari’s inexperience began to limit him less and less when your lingering touches progressed past hands brushing during your patrol walks. your first kiss had been desperate, almost bruising, clinging to each other needily, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist and your shaking hands running through the hair at the nape of his neck as he gasped into your mouth at the unfamiliar feeling.

one kiss had blossomed into many, each time getting more insistent as his confidence grew. you had found tighnari’s lack of experience sweet when you had been pursuing him, but discovered quickly that he was an irritating fast learner. his sharp ears didn’t miss a thing, his calculated manner making note of your every reaction, and, it turns out, he had a bit of a ruthless streak.

“t-tighnari~” you wimpered, squirming and panting under him as he dipped his head between your legs again to lick a long stripe up your dripping cunt to your clit. tighnari’s gloved hands had a firm grip on your hips to hold you still, but you still couldn’t help but shudder under his hold. he made a comforting shushing noise, giving little kitten licks to your clit and you gasped for breath, the feeling overwhelming. tighnari’s ears twitched at the sounds and your fuzzy brain registered that he was studying you.

his hand slipped from your hips, trailing down to your clit to rub gentle figure of eights, allowing him to lower his tongue to your dripping hole. “w-wait tighn,nghh-“ your protests that it was too much, you were too sensitive were cut off as he slid his tongue inside you, brushing against your pulsating walls with the pinpoint accuracy of someone who had memorised every inch of you. through your pitchy moans and whines of his name, you dimly registered that he was panting, his tail wagging as you cried out for him.

you reached out a shaky hand to his head between your legs to stoke the fluffy fur at base of his ears and he let out a broken groan which made you shudder as you involuntarily clamped down on his tongue. tighnari’s hand on your hip tightened so much you whimpered.

pressing more insistent circles on your throbbing clit, he continued to eat you out like a dying man, seemingly not needing to breathe. the lewd sound made your face burn, but you were enjoying yourself far too much to care right now. all you were capable of doing was giving yourself to him, as you cried out for him in disconnected babbles.

it took an embarrassingly short time for your thighs to start trembling uncontrollably, so close to the edge. tighnari noted the slight change in pitch of your cries, the way you tried mindlessly to tug his head away, nonsensical wails of his name mixed with “too much”. as your back arched and pussy convulsed around his tongue when you came, he rubbed comforting circles on your thigh, coaxing you through it. he needed to be gentle now, he wasn’t done with his research on you yet.

an: im so obsessed with this snarky little fox man rn and there was not nearly enough tighnari thirsting for my liking so i have decided to FINALLY write instead of just stalking other accounts heheh

Okay I’m back because I just had a thought. (Crazy ik 💀) but Scara would absolutely welcome his darling riding his face. If he dies being suffocated by you then so be it. Between your thighs with your cunt on his mouth. TO DIE BY THIGH IS THE WAY OF A WARRIOR!!! Let’s say you’re a heavy girl… man he don’t care. You accidentally break his neck? He’d cherish the cast and he’d welcome it happening again

-🔪 anon

YES “you wanna sit on my face so bad (manipulative)”

he’s begging you to put your entire weight onto his face as he slobbers all over your pussy— and although his whiny voice is muffled by your wet folds, that doesn’t stop him from whimpering out your name and begging for more. More of you, more of your taste, the feeling of you body on top of him, just more of everything. He’s so un attached from the world that he’s unaware at just how hard his hands are gripping into the flesh of your legs, or how pathetic his moans sound. He can’t help it when your juices taste so delicious, or how your thighs feel right at home at each side of his head.

Yandere Creep!Scaramouche’s cock aches so painfully in his pants but he just can’t find the motivation to reach down to rub himself off, because having your thighs in the tight grip of his hands to keep you from crawling away, requires him needing to use every last drop of energy he has. Squirming around on top of him doesn’t help at all— because if anything, it’s adding onto your own overstimulation with the way his tongue flops out to play around with your swollen clit. “Mmpfh—! Love it so mwuch… please, w-wan’ more!” He sobs into your folds, tears of desperation pooling at the corner of his eyes that he had originally screwed shut, his toes curling while he tries to thrust his hips upwards to ease the tension in his underwear.

He doesn’t not care one god damn bit if you’re on the heavier side, because he’s begging you to sit on his face either way. If anything, he takes it as an opportunity to try to impress you and show off his strength. You’re self conscious about your weight and decline his offer to sit on his face? He says that he’ll drop down to his knees and beg if he has to, if it meant you would agree and indulge into his fantasies.

You taste so fucking divine, and if nearly suffocating from under you meant he could feel your body so close— your cunt rubbing right against his mouth and your gorgeous thighs wrapping around his head, he thinks that death wouldn’t be bad at all…

L m a o gets you to sign his neck brace while saying he’d do it again in a heart beat. He so funny :( love him

Probably also cums untouched when your squirt all over his face, LOL swallows it all like liquid gold

since y'all are tolerating my sex-doll!genshin bullshit,,, allow me to go on.

from what you've heard, Kaeya was a short-lived model from the Favious Line, barely promoted and quietly discontinued a few months after his initial release when his sly mannerisms and secretive nature proved unpopular with patrons of a collection widely known for its overly sweet, openly affectionate androids. most fans don't even know he exists, but you're a bit of a fanatic, so you do what you can to dig up retracted promotional material, listings from second-hand auctions, anything with a little more information on a model such a sentimental brand seems more than happy to forget. and of course, none of it does you any good, because of course, you only come face-to-face with your favorite local legend on a late walk down a dark alley, when you trip over the twisted leg of a Kaeya model some rich, wasteful asshole just left on the curb.

he's in a bad state - missing an eye, his clothes stained, his metallic endoskeleton visible in some places and completely exposed in others - but you don't care. it takes all night to get him back to your apartment, but it's a labor of love, and you couldn't be happier to finally bring him home.

you plan on repairing him before actually powering him up for the first time, but his wiring seems to be a little fried, and you find him wandering around your living room the morning after you bring him home, fully conscious and just a little less confused than he should be. it's for the best, in the long run - all models have a basic understanding of their own construction, and he's able to guide you through most of his more intensive repairs, even if the unflinching, unblinking expression he sports while you graft on new patches of faux-skin is a little unnerving. you can't replace his eye as easily, but he doesn't seem to mind the old eye-patch you found in the back of your closet, and he's genuinely grateful for what you've done so far, kissing your forehead and mumbling compliments and looking at you in a way that leaves your knees weak and your cheeks hot. that, or he's just doing it to get under your skin. he clearly likes having you at his mercy.

speaking off - his preferences might've gotten a little warped, too. you've done your research, tested out as many different models as you could possibly get your hands on, but you're not sure you've ever met another android as focused on his own pleasure as Kaeya, as happy to watch you choke on his cock as he hums and traces patterns into the back of your neck. he gives as much as he takes, sure, milks orgasms out of you with his tongue like a man starved, but sometimes, you can swear there's a special glint in his remaining eye when he has you on his lap, bouncing on his cock, or when you give him permission to use something aside from his body, to restrain you, to do anything that leaves you with just a little less control than he has. he never takes more than he gives, but still, you've never seen an android who's designed to take at all. besides Kaeya, of course.

you really do love him. he's good company, and he's great with guests, and you're so, so, so glad you brought him home. it's just, with the way he looks at you, with the tone he takes on as he coos praise every time you scrape up yet another lost piece of him - it seems like he might think you're the toy, sometimes, something that belongs to him, something he doesn't really have to listen to when it whines about overstimulation, or digs its nails into his back, or asks him not to wrap his hands around its neck so tightly, next time. he's made you say things, staved off your climax until you promised to never leave him, split you open on his fingers as you moan and babble about how he belongs to you and you belong to him and nothing's going to change that, but you're sure it's nothing, just a part of his backstory you haven't managed to uncover, yet. you're sure he's alright, even if you've been losing your phone, recently, even if your friends are starting to complain about how often your alarm doesn't seem to go off, or you can't find your car keys, or Kaeya pulls you away right before you're supposed to meet up with them.

you're sure he's alright, even if you don't really like the way he looks at you, anymore.

I feel at home, just not with you.

Summary: After noticing Kazuha becoming rather distant and unusually rarely poetic than he usually is while staying in Inazuma, you notice how happy he is in the crux and when you had brought it up with your dear friends Kujou Sara and Yae Miko, they had told you the painful truth; He was tired of you and Inazuma. It was time to let him go. You thought his home was Inazuma and you, but it didn’t make him happy. His home was the Crux, not you.

Relationships: Kazuha x F!Reader, Lumine x Kazuha (suspected)

Warnings: Angst with no comfort. like there's no happy ending. uhm suspected kazuha is in love with lumine. some lumine slander (only for the fic i acc love lumine)

Characters: Kazuha, Beidou, Lumine, Thoma, Yoimiya, Yae Miko, Kojou Sara

“Hey guys!! So good to see you again!!” Yomiya ran up to you and Kazuha, squeezing you both tight. “I can’t believe the Vision Hunt Decree is finally over! Like oh em gee we should totally all go get dinner since you know Kazuha isn’t wanted anymore and Ayato doesn’t have to deal with so much and Thoma’s on his break and-”

“Yoimiya!” You cut her off, giggling. “We should all go to dinner sometime. But for now, I wanna spend some time with Kazuha.”

“Of course! He’s a free man now, so have fun lovebirds.” She ran off to some little kids, giving them candy.

“That girl is full of energy,” Kazuha said, letting out a breathy chuckle. 

You smiled at him, grabbing his hands. “Come on Zuzu. We have all of Inazuma to see.”

The next few hours was your entire day as you and Kazuha made sure to visit every single island, shrine and special places of Inazuma. On his own request, he had gone to the Kamisato Mansion to greet his old friends again, and Watatsumi island to see Gorou and Kokomi.

The entire day you made sure to take him to places with all his friends so he could see them again. But, for some reason, he wasn’t his usual self.

His ‘poetic’ self you dare say. He always had a way with words, but today he was rather…off. He had a smile, but even you could notice how fake it looked. 

He was barely even talking too. Usually, he always had childhood memories or stories to tell you whenever you visited a certain spot in Inazuma. Whether it be the shrine or the Kamisato house, there was always a story to follow it.

But there was none.

When you questioned it on him, he just said he was tired from the fighting he had done just a few days ago against the Shogun and her forces. 

That fight, the one he fought alongside the Traveler with. You didn’t know her well, but heard many things about her. She was kind, strong, and willing to help whoever she could, no matter how far they were. She had saved Mondstadt just a year ago, apparently saved Liyue from a water-dragon-snake thing, and now saved Inazuma from the Vision Hunt Decree.

Kazuha always talked about her whenever he would sneak into Inazuma, whether it to give Yoimiya fireworks that were shipped from Liyue or just to see you. 

You’d never admit, but you were jealous of her. 

“Where do you wanna go next?” You asked. “Oh! Or do you wanna continue tomorrow?”

“Y/N..” He turned to you, frowning. “I have to return to Liyue.”

“What?! What do you mean?” 

“I’m a member of the Crux now, and I agreed to travel with the Traveler. We’re heading back to Liyue.”

“Oh..” You sighed, trying your best not to let tears flow out. The Traveler. Lumine. Everyone talks about her, about how great, wonderful and beautiful she is. That she could be as strong as the archons themselves and is the definition of perfection.

“You can come with us!” He suggested, giving you a small smile.

Your eyes lit up at that. You really didn’t wanna see the traveler, or leave home, but you’d do absolutely anything for Kazuha and to be with him.

You nodded in agreement, and on your way home, you couldn’t stop the twisting feeling in your stomach.

Leaving Inazuma? You’ve never set foot anywhere else than the islands in Inazuma. You’d be leaving all your friends here, not even being able to say bye to them because you had to leave first thing in the morning.

But you couldn’t stay away from Kazuha any longer.

The feeling in your stomach only became worse when you had arrived in Ritou to get to the Crux, and you saw his entire face changed into real happiness when he saw Beidou and the Traveler.

It made you wanna stop in your tracks, not even boarding the Crux to go say hi.

“Y/N?” Beidou called, “You coming up?”

Kazuha, who had already boarded turned and looked at you confusingly. 

You couldn’t stay here. This wasn’t where you should be. But Kazuha had already told Beidou the great news of you traveling with them. 

“Uhm..” You breathed out, trying to think of something. As you looked around, you saw a Ms Hina poster and your eyes lit up. “I’ll be back tonight. Just need to go talk to a few people!”

Before they could ask, you had already run off. 

If you couldn’t figure him out, maybe someone else could…

~~~~

“Leaving Inazuma?”

Even the Head Maiden of the Shrine was rather surprised. So was Sara, who sat beside Yae Miko.

You knew that she was Ms Hina and that she made Gorou dress up as her. But even still, she was always answering advice for everyone behind it. So, why not go to her for advice?

When you had gotten to the shrine asking for advice, her and Sara were just having a normal conversation when they saw you. They had gotten a table and a few chairs and set it in the middle of the area, tea being made by other maidens.

“You know, I could’ve just asked without all of this.” You pointed to the tea, and all the maidens gone for privacy.

Sara chuckled. “Well, when it comes to you, there’s always a rather long story to everything.”

“It’s Kazuha…” You said, and giggled when she rolled her eyes at the name.

“Your husband?” Yae asked, and you spit out your tea.

“Nonono..” You shook your head. “Boyfriend.” 

“Whatever.” She scoffed. “No difference just need a ring.”

Sara put down her tea, straightening her back. “What’s up, Y/N? You usually never ask for help or advice when it comes to him.”

The next few minutes went by with you explaining everything to them. You had first started with the traveler, and of course they knew who she was.

“Not the biggest fan of them.” Sara said, and you felt a little bit of relief wash over you.

“I understand, Y/N.” Yae put a hand on your shoulder, before sipping on her tea. “Continue, dear.”

Minutes turned into an hour as you explained about Kazuha; How you haven’t seen him in months due to the Vision Hunt Decree, and the only moments he could have with you when he visited inazuma was always with Lumine. 

You talked about how happy he was whenever he saw the Crux and Beidou, but while you both walked around Inazuma, he didn’t look genuinely happy when with you or walking around his home. 

You talked about how you thought that it would make him happy- that he could finally roam around Inazuma again free with no one trying to arrest him or take his vision. Maybe Inazuma was just no longer his home.

As you talked and talked, you didn’t notice how Yae and Sara glanced to each other with frowns.

“That…was a lot to take in.” Sara put down her now cold tea.

Yae nodded in agreement, but then took ahold of her hands. “Y/N, do you want to leave Inazuma?”

“For Kazuha-”

“No.” She cut you off. “For yourself.”

You blinked a few times trying to think, and then shook your head. “No. I don’t.”

Sara sighed. “I’ve never been in love before but-”

She was cut off with Yae laughing, probably about the fact Sara was so visibly in love with Itto.

Sara rolled her eyes and continued talking. “Maybe his home just isn’t Inazuma anymore…nor is it you.”

Yae immediately stopped laughing and looked at her wide wide eyes, and so did you.

“You really think that?” You asked, tears starting to well up.

“A home should make someone happy.” Yae spoke, her hands squeezing yours. “Home isn’t a place, it could be anything and anyone. Y/N, my dear…I don’t think is home is Inazuma anymore.”

“But what about me?” You whisper-asked.

Yae and Sara gave each other a sad glance.

You already knew, and they knew you did too. You weren’t his home, nor were you his love anymore. He just didn’t know how to break it to you…and something else. 

The way he talked about her…you knew it.

“He’s in love with Lumine.” Sara whispered.

The painful truth.

It wasn’t you anymore. Maybe it was just never you. Even if he still wasn’t in love with you, you were in love with him, and all you wanted was for him to be happy. Maybe it was best you let him go on his travels without you.

“It’s time to let him go Y/N.” Yae let go of your hands, frowning when she heard your sniffs from crying. “Inazuma…and you…is no longer his home.”

You chuckled and let out a sniff. “The Crux and the Traveler is.” 

“How are you gonna do this?” Sara asked.

You looked up to the sky, it was already getting dark out. By the time you were to head back, it would already be dark, and maybe Kazuha would be asleep by that time.

“Do you have paper?” You asked, and Yae snapped her fingers and a maiden came, already holding a paper and pen.

“We’ll help you write it.” Sara smiled.

The next few minutes went by with a lot of tears falling onto your final words to Kazuha.

~~~~

“Hey!” Beidou greeted you as you walked aboard the Crux. “Kazuha and Lumine just went to sleep. I’ll show you your quarters, com-” She stopped talking when she noticed your tears. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

You gave Beidou a smile. “I can’t come. I’m sorry. I can’t leave my home.”

Beidou frowned. “Sad to see you leaving, but I know what it’s like. You wanna go say bye to Kazuha?”

You wiped your tears while shaking your head. “No, but can you give him this in the morning?” You handed her the letter you had wrote folded in an envelope.

She nodded, and gave you a final hug before getting off the ship, and a small smile grew on your face when you saw all your friends waiting for you.

“Guess no dinner after all, huh?” Yoimiya chuckled, trying to lighten up the mood.

Thoma looked like he was gonna cry. “Hey, sweetie.” He hugged you tight.

You assumed Sara and Yae had told them the news. Surprisingly, Sara was crying a little.

But you cried more as you watched the ship leave, soon disappearing into the fog.

“Goodbye Kazuha.” You whispered, breaking down in Thoma’s arms as he hugged you tight.

Dear Kazuha,

It pains me to write this. This was the last thing I ever wanted to do, but I guess the universe just had other plans for me, and for us.

I think you already know I’m not on the boat with you, and I’m sorry. But I cannot leave Inazuma, and especially not with someone who doesn’t love me anymore.

I see the way you stare at her, and how happy you become when your around her. You used to do that around me, but not anymore.

I know you’re in love with Lumine, and all I want is for you to be happy, so I wish you the best on your travels.

Now for us, our goal was to always stick together no matter what. If the other had to travel, we always know the other would come back no matter what. But it looks like we are straying farther from the goal, and the dream we had of us being together forever. 

You won’t feel at home with me, or here in Inazuma, and I don’t know what path you will be led on, but I know that you’ll feel at home with the Crux and Lumine. 

Goodbye Kazuha, and farewell. I wish you the best.

Y/N.

"KUNIKUZUSHI! Don't you dare ignore me, I don't care if your henchmen hear me yelling!"

notes: yandere, forced marriage, some misogny and classism

You would never claim that your husband was known for his delicacy, yet the word delicate is what comes to mind as his entire being immediately pivots and begins stepping towards you in one fluid, horribly graceful motion. His steps are light; almost a mimicry of ordinary steps, doll-like, and if it weren’t for the bells on his hat, no one would hear him coming. You aren’t the only one who has been surprised on occasion by his sudden appearances.

Yet the delicacy of his movements are utterly betrayed by the ugly frown twisted on his beautiful face. You only have the luxury of focusing on it for a few moments before he grips the collar of your dressing gown and yanks you toward him in one harsh, swift movement.

“Have you lost your senses, woman?” The words are hissed low. “I did not give you my name so you could shriek it out like some ragged pauper screaming at her chickens.”

Your lips press together in a grim line. Oh, yes, you were used to his insults about your heritage, all wrapped in his unfortunate desire to present you to the world--but mostly to himself--as some sort of ethereal noblewoman’s wife. All quiet grace and charm.

Yet it wasn’t the life you were born into, nor did such lofty manners come easily to you. They seemed rather pointless at times, especially since you eventually realized that he liked you best when you were at ease in private, eager to engage with him on a more intimate level than any noblewoman would ordinarily do for her dear husband. It was all a show, one you both put on to different degrees.

“Yet you did give me your name to use,” and the small dip of your head as you speak is both a mockery of the manners he’s instilled in you and a gesture ingrained through months of tedious, irritating training. “And I saw fit to use it thus, since I was speaking to you as my husband, and not my lord.”

“Am I not both?” He muses, and his voice is tight, but the fingers gripping the fabric of your gown loosen anyway. “You certainly know better than to raise your voice to your lord and husband. Are you so ill-trained?” He lifts your chin with a finger, chiding, but there’s a bit of warm teasing in his voice that contrasts against the  coolness of his skin.

You know enough about Scaramouche to know that the situation is on its way to defusing significantly, if not entirely, and you know exactly how to present yourself to soothe the electric irritation you’ve sparked with your outburst.

You lean your chin forward, guiding him to take your face in his hand, and he does. Your eyelashes flutter and you look at him with as much pleading as you can summon.

“Will you answer the question I asked, then, instead of leaving me without another word?” And if your tone becomes softer, if your voice is tinged with something akin to neediness and loneliness, it’s not entirely for show. “Please, my lord, my husband…” 

You wait, for effect, before dealing your finishing blow in a tone far sweeter than the one you used to keep him here earlier. “Kunikuzushi?”

He regards you with eyes that have taken in every inch of your body a thousand times. Sometimes you wonder if he has the power to read minds or to see inside souls. You don’t ask, because the answer might just frighten you.

“All right. We’ll pass through your village once. I expect there to be tributes. And don’t imagine that you’ll be staying for more than an hour or so.”

Your smile is far more gracious than the limitations he’s placed on you, but you don’t mind. Perhaps you can talk him into more later.

“Thank you, my lord.”

He gives your chin a harsh squeeze before letting it drop.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing. I’m not a fool. I agreed only to spare myself more of your shrewish behavior.”

“Of course, husband,” you say, watching him leave.

He is not a fool, it’s true. But neither are you.

★彡 REDAMANCY IN YOUR GAZE.

SUMMARY. redamancy is a love returned in full — except you express that by staring at your lover like a madman.

CHARACTERS. xiao, venti, kazuha, heizou, zhongli, albedo, gorou, itto, scaramouche, ayato, childe, diluc, thoma, kaeya.

GENRE. cotton candy fluff, little bits of crack, teeny tiny angst in kaeya’s part, established relationship.

CW. use of pet names.

THOUGHTS. weewoo, my first multi post! i may have screamed, kicked my feet in the air, and sobbed while writing this and i hope you do too <3 /pos

☆ masterlist.

XIAO turns his face away nervously. You are silent, yet your gaze speaks many volumes; volumes that he is unable to comprehend properly. What exactly should an Adeptus say to such peculiar manner of staring? Xiao clears his throat, “If you have words to spare, then spit them out.” Bold words for someone with reddening cheeks.

VENTI grins as if he had caught a thief red-handed. “Is it me or is someone awfully shameless today, hm?” Although it is clear as day that you’re not even trying to hide it, this bard sees the opportunity to tease you and he takes it in stride. As a performer, Venti is used to having eyes on him — but to receive such attention from his beloved is so much sweeter, is it not?

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