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Your f/o has developed a very specific habit of standing slightly closer to you than necessary. Not touching. Just... within range. They have not consciously noticed they're doing this. Everyone else has.
While drawing doctor riddle, i had a thought about what if deuce got injured while working as a magic enforcer and ace had to bring him to a hospital and they accidentally met riddle again. Cue riddleās disapproving stare.
Ogs know i made adult designs for adeuce last year but shhhh consider this an alternative timeline where ace works as a magic analyst and heās partnered with deuce. Thatās why their hairstyles are different lol.
Hi bestie!! I am begging u to make a fic outta the nsfw hcs u made where xiao finally gets some? š³š³š³
raw! raw! raw!
CW: NSFW!!!! SMUT!!! Heās an animal bruh Iām gonna peg him donāt let his attitude fool u heās still pathetic for u. Gn! Reader.
A/N: Sorry this took so long anon! Iāve never really written smut before in a fic format so I hope this is alright, hard to write with one hand lmao thank you for the request!
thereās something purely animalistic about what youāve sparked in him, like a mindless animal only acting on instincts with only one goal in mind. it almost scared you seeing how unhinged heād become. xiao had trained himself for centuries against any weaknesses he might encounter, he just didnāt account for one of those weaknesses being you.
and you- oh gods, you. thereās something wrong with him, he swears. he canāt even think straight without the thought of you creeping into his mind. for the first time in what seemed like centuries heād actually gotten injured from a hilichurl because he was too distracted with the thought of you- images of you playing in his head and clouding his vision.
so now, here he was, emptying his sexual frustrations into an unfortunate pillow in his room at Wangshu Inn. for once, heās thankful for Verr Goldetās insistence on keeping a room for him.
archons- he regrets the day he ever met you. why was some mortal capable of unraveling him without even trying? making him rut into some pillow like some desperate animal in heat. a dignified warrior, conquerer of demons, last remaining yaksha, now reduced to a horny little mess dry humping his bedding. oh how the mighty have fallen.
he wasnāt even thinking at this point. the only thing in his head was repeating your name over, and over, and over with each furious thrust. the sound of his balls slapping against each other occasionally and the creeking of a bed about to give out was pretty much the only noise that filled the room. that and his grunts and groans he tried muffling by biting into sheets.
he was so enraptured with his little rut fest he couldnāt even stop fucking into the pillow when you opened the door, thinking he had just fallen ill. your eyes met and something about the way his pupils immediately dilated like a predator locking eyes on its prey upon seeing you made you shiver.
it wasnāt even a second before he pulled you under him, taking in the scent of your nape before exhaling deeply. his stomach was against yours and you could feel his furiously throbbing cock against you. you could already feel the sticky dampness he left all over the sheets, god, how does someone even cum this much?
you can feel him fighting against himself with the way his hips keep stutter against you, like heās trying his hardest not to lose control.
āwhatāre you doing hereā fuck you smell so good.ā
you hear a hiss from above you. youāre currently underneath a particularly distressed looking Xiao while he cages you beneath him. not in a dangerous way, no. it seems more like irritation, frustration..
āi was worried you had gotten sick.. but i guess i had the wrong idea,ā
your tone is soft, like usual. your eyes meet his unapologetically as usual. what isnāt usual is the way your hand begins to trace down his chest to his pants andā dear gods what are you doing?!
he legs almost give out and he almost collapses on top of you. āfuck-ā his voice is trembling as he feels the humiliation crawling up onto his face. he can feel the precum seeping into his boxers again- he just got these ones!
āyou better not-ā he growls, the sexual frustration obviously had been getting to him recently. ādo you need help, hm?ā you coo softly, not necessarily in a teasing way, but you really couldnāt help but feel bad for this poor centuries old virgin.
his body somehow stiffens up even more when he hears the words leave your mouth. god your mouth- your face- he hates how absolutely desperate he is for you right now. Itās humiliating, itās disgraceful, and holy fuck if he doesnāt let you help him right now he thinks heās gonna die.
he only responds with a curt āyesā before you two tumble around, lips crashing together, hands traveling all over each other like you need each other to survive. he certainly needs you to survive right now, he was going insane without you.
it might be due to the fact that he has no idea about human customs or relationships, or maybe itās the fact that he can practically feel his hormones flooding his head, or maybe itās because heās only ever acted on instincts before but for whatever reason he just knew what position he wanted you in. heās got your ass propped up to his hips, your arched back looking heavenly.
āw-wait!ā you call out. he freezes. oh god did he hurt you? are you okay? what has he-
ādo you have condoms?ā
what.
you repeat yourself, and Xiao has to think for a moment, glossing over his vocabulary in his head trying to scan his memory for such a word.
āā¦noā he replies.
you can see the absolute puzzled look on his face and you sigh, realizing you practically just asked him a question in another tongue. ācondoms are used to protect the receiver from any.. unwanted fluid.ā you try explaining in the most appropriate terms you could muster.
something clicks in his head. and he feels a bit hurt. he leans in over your back, chest hovering over you now. ādo you not want my.. seed?ā he asks, his face stone cold serious.
first of all, who the hell taught him to use the term āseedā cause it most certainly wasnāt you! and second of all, you could feel the blush creeping onto your face as he stared intensely into your eyes.
ādo you want to cum in me?ā
you feel his grip on your hips tighten instantly,
āyes.ā heād never been more sure of anything in his entire life.
you canāt help but feel your will wavering as you stared into those weirdly intense puppy dog looking eyesā when did you become so weak willed?
you sighed, knowing youāll probably regret this in the morning. āfine, but youāre cleaning me up after.ā
he has no clue what you mean but he gives a curt nod in agreement before realigning himself to your entrance and- fuck. your hole looks so.. tiny compared to his cock. heās not sure how heās supposed to do this-
āuse your fingers.ā
he perks his head back up to look at you.
āwhat?ā
āuse your fingers to prep me, here just watch me.ā
you snake your hand between your thighs, fingers stretching yourself open before you insert a digit into yourself. you canāt help but let out a moan, you canāt even remember the last time youāve been fucked. (by yourself or otherwise)
he palms his cock as he watches you finger yourself, inserting one, then two digits, stretching yourself out for him so nicely. He doesnāt even care about hiding his own moans right now.
ānow you do it,ā you order, he obeys.
he bites off his glove, slowly sliding a slender finger into you- the squelch of your juices against his finger almost made him nut on the spot. he follows your lead, slipping one after the other until he thinks youāre ready for him and you give him the go ahead.
finally, he lines himself up with your entrance, eyes carefully watching his cock slip into your wet hole and holy fuck-
heās only an inch or two in and he swears heās just been blessed by celestia above. he didnāt know what he was expecting but gods you were so much better- so much better then his hand, so much better than some stupid pillowā fuck you feel divine.
itās the moment he feels you clamp down on him that something in him switches again, his instincts overriding him and the horny bastard inside him grips onto your hips and aggressively pulls you onto his cock. you scream out in a moan, your back arching in a way you didnāt even know it could.
why is his so big- how is it possible to feel every vein of his cock like this?! you swear heās penetrated into your organs with one motion- because thereās no way you already feel this full already!
he takes a moment to revel in your slickness, the warmth of your heat, relishing in the way your body twitches against him. youāre perfection itself.
he leans down, chest pressing against your back, he softly kisses and nibbles on your earlobe. your flesh is the only thing in this world he thinks heāll ever want to feast on. to his surprise, you let out a whine and fucking gods- why do you sound so perfect.
he snaps his hips into you, a low growl seeping through clenched teeth as he tries not to cum immediately. his pace is slow, trying to figure out how to not embarrass himself this quickly. but as your soft moans start filling the air, he quickly throws away whatever shreds of pride he was trying to keep and picks up that damn pace.
itās not long until heās pounding into you, you swear heās trying to bury you into the mattress at the speed heās going but holy hell does it feel so good. heās got his teeth buried into your shoulder and his hands are gripping your hips and binding you against him as heās trying to keep you from slipping away.
you can feel his heavy balls slapping against your thighs, he keeps going deeper and deeper until you swear heās almost balls deep in you. he keeps hitting that spot just right- with such force it feels like heās trying to make more space in you to fit all of him.
itās a struggle, honestly. heās surprisingly girthy, but that doesnāt stop him from somehow making you take his entire cock into you.
ātake itā he hisses out. heās had enough of you having so much control over him without even trying, making him feel like some sort of pathetic warrior whoād fallen from whatever grace heād had.
your moans get louder and louder and yet he canāt bring himself to care if others hear. he needs you in a wild, primal, carnal way heās never felt before and heās gonna stay on this high as long as he can.
this is probably the most selfish thing heās ever done. fucking you senselessly just because he needs you so much. taking out weeks worth of pent up sexual frustration on you just because he happened to get horny over you. finally emptying his balls into you over and over, and then pounding you all over again just because some instinct inside of him tells him he needs to. heās gonna make sure you take every last drop of him, just because his brain tells him you need to do it. you need to take him.
and heās definitely gonna learn that the taste of cleaning you up is something heās never going to want to be starved of ever again.
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Xiao is lithe and lean, nearly all muscle and very very little fat content
he was made to be a weapon, after all
for a very long time, if you try cuddling him at all, he is TENSE.
and because there isn't really any fat to cushion anything, it feels a bit like hugging a brick
though, getting to the point of cuddling is already a longshot and takes a LOT of effort
at best, he'll lay adjacent to you without making contact at all (even if he really does want to hold you)
he's mostly convinced that if he gives into the urge, he'll end up hurting you in some way
not to mention the fact that every second he spends with you could be hurting you anyway because of his karmic debt.
most nights, he'll end up simply 'standing guard', making sure your room is warm and safe and quietly chatting with you until you fall asleep
he'll periodically teleport back to check on you and ensure your dreams are sweet
even if he hates the taste, he'd eat a hundred nightmares to keep your life free of suffering
maybe one day, he'll be able to feel safe enough to relax and hold you like the lover you deserve
Illuga runs WARM. very much so.
if you also run warm, you're unfortunately going to wake up a little sweaty. there isn't much you can do about it
tends to have a bit of a spotty sleep schedule, waking at odd hours with the faces of the people in his dreams just far away enough he can't make out their features
a cuddler....... gets sad if you're too far away from him
luckily nod krai is chilly year round, otherwise you both may actually cook in the summer
big on spooning
likes to be the big spoon more often than notā it helps him sleep easier most nights by placing himself between you and the door, acting as a human shield
but also, it just makes him feel strong and reliable. he wants (needs) you to see him as strong and reliable
not opposed to little spoon though, and actually loves it a lot! he love love loves feeling your heartbeat right against his back, and usually dozes off following its pattern
feels a little guilty for basking in how safe it makes him feel when you hold him so close
his work has him getting up at odd times, so he very rarely gets to actually sleep in with you
will tuck you back in gently with the sweetest of kisses placed on your forehead, and a small bowl of fruit cut up and sitting on your bedside table to eat when you wake
Lohen is another man with fairly minimal fat content on his body, but he tends to be so relaxed laying next to you that the softness of his muscle makes it slightly more bearable
though, one wrong move and you may end up with a very sharp elbow digging into your back for half the night
Runs naturally cold because of his vision, so you'd need a couple extra blankets if that's a problem
SQUEEZES you in his sleep
he's more gentle (slightly) when awake but when he's asleep it's like he's trying to pop you like a balloon
you'll be waking up with your limbs numb a lot
mutters a bit when he sleeps as well
nothing coherent or loud enough to wake you, but if you're already awake you can't ignore it either
because of his job as a knight, he's usually on a fairly strict routine when it comes to going to bed on time and getting up as the sun rises
so the clock is TICKING on your time cuddling, meaning he has to squeeze in as much of it as possible (needy.......)
if he wakes up to find you gone (assuming you could EVER get out of his grip without waking him up), or your cuddling time is shorter than usual, he's unreasonably grumpy about it the following day
his poor squad gets run into the ground with drills and his special training exercises
please, for the sake of the fifth company and the people of mondstadt, let him hold you just a little longer
Kinich is fairly strict about his bedtime schedule when he's able to be
Of course, there are some jobs he takes where his routine is disruptedā but for the most part, when he's able to lay down beside you after a long day, he won't miss the chance
he spends a lot of time sleeping out in the wilderness after all, so every moment that he gets to lay next to you in the safety of your home is a moment well spent
not the clingiest person out there
he's content going to sleep facing you, with an arm slung casually around your waist or beneath your head
during the hotter months, he might resort to just lacing your hands together so that neither of you overheat, but still wants to be in contact with you at least a little
likes being able to get up and move around freely without worrying about waking you
he despises the idea of you waking up alone without any idea where he's gone, so he always ends up gently nudging you awake right before he leaves either way
does NOT care about morning breath, he's getting his goodbye kiss
especially after all he's witnessed in the war against the abyss, kinich is well aware of the fact that life is unbearably fragile
so the last thing he wants is to face the day without one last kiss from you in the morning
just in case.
Flins does not need to sleep, but will usually humor you and do so anyway
unfortunately. it feels like sleeping next to a dead body
even if there's a faint warmth from his lantern where it sits on the bedside table, his body itself is almost frigid to the touch.
it doesn't help that he's literally laying there like he's in a coffin, arms across his chest and flat on his back
(he's doing it to mess with you PLEASE smack some sense into him. push him off the bed he deserves it)
you've gotta bend him around yourself to get a comfortable position at first, while he just chuckles bc he thinks seeing you struggle is amusing
his teasing is just an indicator of how comfortable he is with you, i promise
he feels safe to be playful with you like this
he'll only do this for a minute or so before moving into a comfy position, but he really enjoys seeing you pouty and worked up
likes when you lay right on top of him, chests pressed together
he likes feeling the sensation of your heart thrumming away right on top of where his own would be
spends the night tracing words from the fae language into your back, following the soft pattern of your breathing and admiring your pretty sleeping face
perhaps if he stares long enough, he'll be able to burn your every feature into his memory for all eternity, and be able to admire your face in his mind even long after you're gone from his life
Wanderer does not need to sleep, and likely won't humor you if you were to ask him to
At least... he won't at the beginning of your relationship
It takes him a long time to warm up to the idea of being so vulnerable next to you, and even though part of him longs for that simple humanity, he has a hard time choking down the discomfort that being so defenseless brings
It's not for lack of trustā he trusts you with his life and then some
But some things are hard to unlearn
Even late in the relationship, him 'sleeping' is probably still fairly rare
If you WERE to get him to try and sleep, he'd most likely just lay awake in bed next to you, tracing your features with his gaze over and over again
feeling your heartbeat and watching the way your lashes flutter in sleep
Even if he's hesitant to show the same vulnerability back, the fact that you trust him enough to be able to sleep next to him does make him very happy
He doesn't produce heat nor is he naturally cold to the touch, so theres no worry of getting too cold or hot throughout the night
Might move you a little bit if you tend to roll around so that you don't wake up sore, and then chastise you for it (lovingly) in the morning
premise. you're a good student at tevyat high, with stellar grades and a good personality to boot. even whilst trying to strive for the best academically, you seem to get yourself in these insane situations?
notes. first post on tumblr aaagh insane!!! might do a pt2 if i get that far, reader inspired by typical shoujo protagonists, crabs hate reader in xiao's section, reader is class president, reader wears glasses in lohen's section, apologies for ooc w some, implied that zhongli is xiao's dad, zhongli as history teacher, minorly proofread sorry for mistakes!!!
xiao, episode one.
"look, guys, there's crabs over here!"
you'd forgotten how unnatural hu tao could be at times. usually, being placed as class president is a novelty students celebrate, but after being forced to organise the beach trip to 'release steam', you weren't so sure. it took half of your will to live to even get everyone's signatures and the rest of it was being expended on trying to stop the public from judging hu tao's shouting.
still, being president is a role you can't forgo, so your feet meet sand quicker than you'd like to admit. "hu tao, i'm glad your happy, but aren't those, like, dangerous?"
she laughed, throwing her red bucket in the air. "mmm, maybe! apparently they're a very good judge of character," she beamed, but her new 'friends' were far too close for your comfort, especially once the brown-coated crab on her palm made itself known.
ganyu had joined the fray too, shyly scooping up one of the smaller crabs from the bucket. "woah, they're actually quite friendly."
"since when were crabs ever known for being friendly?" you probed, crossing your arms. it wasn't exactly harmful for them to be playing with sea animals... but if one of the younger years stumbled upon this and got hurt, it was definitely you who'd be placed at fault.
you bit your lip. "okay, fine. i'll hold one, but if i say they're dangerous, your putting them back."
hu tao nodded eagerly, fishing another crab out of her tub, its back a dusty blue. she softly placed it into your hands, which you raised slightly to get a proper glance at its face. (okay, maybe this was pretty cute...)
"ow!" or not. you were quick to notice the stabbing pain through your finger, and the claw which had attached itself. you quickly screamed, closing your eyes and praying it would just leave of its own accord, but the annoying guy wouldn't let go. if you had another second of the thing clawing to your hand, you'd be sure to hit hu tao, but the pain soon calmed.
"hu tao, you should've known better. no one should be playing with the crabs round here." oh. you recognised that voice, mainly because you only heard it at school meetings. finally, you opened your eyes, meeting green hair and a crab now sitting calmly in xiao's palm.
she huffed. "okay, sorry! i didn't realise it'd be that mean..."
he just sighed softly. "we should probably go clean that cut," he'd noted, before pulling you away from the group. you'd only just noticed his hand had been holding your injured one.
it was a little bit shameful to have to tell your history teacher that you'd cut your hand open because of a crab. even worse, you knew he was related to xiao in some way. though, before you knew it, you were sat under a parasol whilst xiao opened the first aid kit.
the silence was loud, even for a busy beach. you coughed. "um, i'm sorry for this. i was just worried about the younger years getting scared, y'know, and... yeah."
you looked up. xiao was smiling slighty; you'd never seen him do that. "it's fine. i know hu tao has some rather outlandish habits."
you hummed. that was true. hu tao had been in your class for a few years now, and she hadn't changed. maybe you wish she had, because the antiseptic wipe stung more than you wanted it to.
"sorry about that. but, nearly done." his fingers soon went for the bandages, wrapping a few layers around your finger. he wasn't exactly harsh, more so firm in what he was doing. once he was done, he gave your hand a light pat, like signalling he had finished his job.
you nodded at his handiwork. "impressive. at least i know who to come to when i get attacked by sea creatures again."
xiao had managed to laugh at that. then you paused. didn't hu tao say crabs can read people? "wait... you held the crab just fine, right? it only bit me!" you then looked over at hu tao's station. there were at least more than ten now, stroking the back shell of the crab without question. you groaned. "what the hell?"
albedo, episode two.
it was embarrassing to admit, but you were pretty sure you've liked albedo since the first day you met him. it was the day of the dreaded maths exam, and you were seated next to him. he'd subtly slid his answers to your side. you were usually a dedicated student, but having a guy risk expulsion to help you on a test? husband material.
so, it was no surprise when you wrote him a letter of confession. it wasn't exactly easy: what return address could you put, locker 483? so you just put his initial on top and stuffed the letter in before school begun. you weren't sure of his exact locker, but you knew it was near one of the doors, so you slid it through the grooves of the appropriate locker and moved on.
you tried getting a peak of him at break; he was stood at his locker with one of his classmates, al-haitham. they were both looking down at something, presumably your letter, but ayaka dragged you away before you could even catch his reaction!
though, you'd imagined, no biggie. you had maths with him later on in the day, so the answer would be revealed then.
"hi, albedo," you smiled, already sat in your seat. you had been expecting 'letter' to be one of the first words mentioned, but...
"hi."
what? you looked over at him, to see him busying himself with whatever task maths had asked of him. you blanked; this is definitely not the way these confessions play out in anime. "you, er... read anything good lately?"
he hummed. "not really."
it felt like a sucker punch to the gut. had he just not read it? no, you were sure he did, you literally saw a peak of the letter when you walked by him earlier. maybe he didn't understand your intentions? but you made them perfectly clear...
the lesson passed by much slower than usual. you didn't attempt more conversation, and neither did he. in fact, you don't think he could've left the classroom faster. had you offended him that badly?
you were the last to walk out of the room, except your way was blocked.
"name."
"oh, al-haitham? what's up? i don't think i owe a library book..." you drifted off, looking back up at him.
he evaded your eye contact. "no, not that; i just wanted to apologise. about your letter. i'm sorry, i don't feel the same way."
you scoffed. "is this his way of shutting me down? wow."
al-haitham finally looked at you. "he? why are you referring to me in third person?"
the bell rang to officially signify students should be leaving now. "you? what are you on about? that letter was for albedo, butāā
"no. you put it in my locker."
your face dropped. "what?! that was for albedo. i even put an a on the front!" maybe that was a slight fault in your plan. albedo, al-haitham... you can see the mix-up now. "i'm so sorry, i have to go!"
if you were quick enough, you'd be sure to catch him. your feet pounded against the tiles of the hall in fast succession. was that the reason for his coldness before? even if not, you can't risk it; albedo would definitely avoid you if it was.
there was only one place he'd be. you slammed the lab door open, being met with his eyes staring dead into yours. "name?" it was still that cold tone, but he approached once he saw your panting figure.
"did something happen?"
"the letter's for you, not al-haitham! i didn't put your name on it because i knew my friends would tease me for it. but that was my mistake and i'm sorry, truly. if you like more not, that's up to you. but i couldn't stand you not knowing the truth."
albedo placed his lab goggles on the desk finally, walking over to you. "i see. i will admit, i was slightly surprised you'd asked al-haitham out for coffee. but to answer the question in your letter: yes, i'd love to go to that cafe with you."
wanderer, episode three.
valentines at tevyat high could rival any of the big holidays. huge banners of hearts laced the hallways, heartograms were available to send to that special someone; but most importantly, the chocolates.
you'd made a rather big batch. enough for your friends, your parents, even for your neighbour's little kid. you'd stared at the last pouchful, tackily decorated with a red bow and labelled 'wanderer'.
initially, he wasn't in your list of givees. he snuck his way in there like he snuck his way into both your mind and your heart. even so, when they lingered in your palm, you didn't exactly know what to say. happy valentines day seemed optimal, but you had no true reasoning for making them. you weren't particularly close, and...
a girl in the lower year approached him as you reeled, exclaiming a sweet cheer before skipping down the hallway. you'd managed to see the heart-shaped cardboard in his hand. there was no chance you could give them to him now, he'd just received them from another woman!
so, you'd agreed that lunchtime would be best. you spent four periods hyping yourself up. it's just chocolate, he'll appreciate the gesture, it's not like you've never spoke. still, to you, these were a statement. i choose you. or maybe not, considering this is only school, but still!
your hands held the pouch once again, feet finally moving towards his lunch table. there was sethos and cyno, all appreciative of the attention, but wanderer definitely had the most. two girls were at his shoulders, not to mention the pack that consumed his free space, all with chocolate in hand.
seriously? maybe this was a pointless endeavour. you wanted to give him a sweet treat, not contribute to his teeth rotting. the pouch found its way back into your bag once again with a heavy drop. you manoeuvered your way around their table, ignoring the glare directed straight into the back of your head. probably a love-struck girl angry that your in the general vicinity of her crush.
therefore, you couldn't help but wait to go home; the only obstacle was your last lesson. youād gotten there pretty early, considering there was nothing (or rather, no one) to spend your time on in substitute.
youād been focusing on your book when the door opened with a harsh whack to the wall. there was barely any time to look at who it was before the scraping of a chair filled the room: and then he was sat in front of you.
wanderer. with the most pissed off expression youāve ever seen.
āhave you been avoiding me?ā his fists were tight against his chair.
you hesitated. ānoā¦ why would you think that?ā
he grumbled, grabbing his bag and pulling out a sleek box. it mustāve been from a bakery or something, the golden logo reflecting against the light in the room. āiāve been trying to give you these all day but youāve left every time.ā
āoh! oh. wait. valentines chocolates? for me?ā
ādonāt read into it. just have.ā wanderer pushed them forward.
you smiled. āwell, in that caseā¦ā you reached into your bag again, lifting out the red pouch. suddenly, it didnāt feel so scary as before.
he didnāt react outwardly, but his hands took the gift quickly. āare these homemade?ā
āyeah. it was pretty hard.ā
you didnāt miss the slight blush that graced his face.
lohen, episode four.
out of all the days your body chose to be sick, it had to be today. you were supposed to be going out with lohen today, but you had to cancel because you woke up with a striking headache. he'd left your message on seen, so it was a clear sign he was too mad to speak. would he forgive you if you just left him alone?
your chain of thought was interrupted by a knock on the door. before you could even answer the person, however, they quickly entered your room. blue hair and red eyes were your first clue (you hated figuring out who it was just off of colours, but your headache meant your glasses were a definite no-go). "how are you feeling?" and that was your second.
"lohen?" you mumbled, hands rummaging on the side desk. water, book, but no glasses... dammit. this wasn't how you wanted to present yourself to him.
he quickly walked over to the desk, grabbing the frames with adept ease. his hands hesitated, but eventually folded them open and placed them on the bridge of your nose. "there ya go. much better."
there were many questions you wanted to ask; how he got in, why he came in the first place, whether he was still mad. but your cough got you first, and lohen wasted no time in sitting on the edge of the bed. he rubbed your back whilst the fit pursued, then sighed. "you're really sick, huh?"
"what, are you saying you thought i was lying? is that why you came?"
he hummed. "well, no. but if you were lying, i'd be pretty impressed at how hard your trying to keep this facade up," instead, he raised his right arm, revealing a plastic bag.
lohen had actually bought some useful things for someone whose sick. a thermometer, painkillers, a flannel and some soup.
"wow, my knight in shining armour, thankyou."
"well, couldn't have my favourite class president dying, could i?" he'd taken the thermometer out of the packaging, placing it under your tongue. "plus, maybe i had ulterior motives. we were supposed to go out, and i kinda thought you'd bailed intentionally, so..."
you raised your brows. "and if i had?"
"you don't wanna know."
there was something about lohen that could be ridiculously unnerving. you never knew if it was the fact his eyes reminded you of a vampire, or hid oddly violent tendencies in and out of the classroom. now was one of those moments: his smirk, albiet cute, was not helping the chills running through your body.
the thermometer finally beeped, and you pulled it out. "39.3."
you scraped a laugh. "yeah. this is so boring, though. we were supposed to go out, and i was so excited! that pop up literally lasts two days..."
that was right: you and lohen had planned to go to a music pop-up, by your request. they were handing out the new cd by one of your favourite groups. lohen hadn't exactly remembered the name, 5wirl or something. still, you were clearly pretty bummed about missing it.
"well, you couldn't come see the fun, so i had to bring it to you." he reached further into his bag, holding two of the new cds. they both had tiny scratches on the covers (you daren't imagine how lohen resourced these) but they were still as good as you imagined.
"lohen, your clinically insane. this is... oh my god, it's like i'm dreaming!" you squealed.
he laughed loudly. "see? having a fever isn't so bad when you have someone who can grant your dreams for you."
"i'd call you a drama queen, but i'll let you have this one, since you've been so gracious."
that seemed to appease him enough. "so, the plan is i make your soup and we can listen to their new album together. how does that sound?"
you couldn't help but grin. "deal."
kinich, episode five.
as class president, you were usually in charge of most of the activities throughout the school year. however, the most important was always the summer festival. last year, the previous class president forgot to save enough funding for it so they cancelled... and got made fun of for ages after graduation. you could not let your legacy be the same!
and, for the most part, it had been going well. as a celebration for the students in the final year, there was music and food and dancing. you'd watched your friends enter before, who practically begged for you to join them, but the pressure was too much. what if someone got hurt, and they needed your help? nuh-uh. no leisure for today.
well, that was the idea. it was growing late at this point; nothing had gone wrong, really. you sat at the benches towards the beginning of the festive area, staring at the lights. it did truly seem beautiful... but, it wouldn't be wise to go.
"hey." he'd stood in front of you before you'd processed it. he was a close friend, considering he always gave you a hand whenever you struggled with the logistics of being class president. his garments tonight were definitely more relaxed compared to his usual school uniform.
"hi, kinich! just in time for the main event! so, the trail goes forward to food and mini games, and,"
"yes, i know."
you paused. "oh, right. what is it then? looking for someone?"
kinich looked around before his hand outstretched. "kind of. i think you should come look around with me."
"ah, i don't think it's for the best. i need to stay posted in case anyone needs me. i can enjoy from outside."
he tilted his head. "but you can properly appreciate the work you've put in when your actually in it. come in, if anything actually goes wrong, that's the teachers responsibility." he pondered for a moment. "take this as you repaying me for the favours from this year."
you couldn't deny that he had a valid point. anything seriously wrong could be tended to by the teachers, or any responsible adult for that matter. kinich had extended you much help this school year, to which you hadn't payed him back. plus, you also hadn't ate yet, and the food smelt so good... "fine. i accept. but if anyone asks, you dragged me away from my post."
and, archons, were you glad that he'd asked you. it was incredible. the lights glowed up in a warm yellow, illuminating the whole atmosphere, and you couldn't help but bask in the festivities. it felt like he prepared for this beforehand; he bought skewers before your stomach could rumble, joined in on crafts before you gave him puppy eyes, and even found the perfect spot to watch fireworks whilst you quickly caught up with friends. they had been gushing about how he'd asked you before any of his other friends, but that wasn't even confirmed, right?
you found your way back to him, where he greeted you with a small nod. "i, er, have to thank you for tonight. i mean, i wouldn't have even seen all these things if you hadn't have asked me to come with you. and for buying those skewers; i swear i'll pay you back!" that was most important. you remember mualani mentioning how kinich is with his money.
he shook his head, turning to look up at the sky in wait for the fireworks. "you don't need to pay me back. not with money, anyway."
you were about to probe him on what that meant, but the booming of fireworks soon caught your attention. they rippled in the sky in a gorgeous sparkle, and to be frank, you were too enamoured to notice kinich staring at you.
earlier, you had told him that fireworks must contain wishes of the people watching, which is why they burn so brightly. so, maybe the words diluting on his tongue could be conveyed through the display instead: that he didn't need any money, because you'd already paid him by just accompanying him tonight.
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Sneak peek of the Lilia yandere profile I'm preparing š„¹ not proofread, this is the raw draft I copied directly from my word document so beware of mistakes haha. Some of these are unfinished. Credit to @/cinnamonnest for the template
What are they generally like? Lucid, aware? Obsessive? How do they behave?
At first, Lilia wagers with himself that the only reason why he keeps tabs on you is because youāre something akin to a fledgling in dire need of some mentoring, in dire need of being taken under someoneās dependable wing. Not only are you a magicless studentā¦ youāve been ripped apart from your world of origin. That alone increased tenfold your vulnerability as opposed to as if you were only magicless. On top of that, youāve got to keep that little dire beast in a metaphorical leash? Lilia canāt simply look the other way when he sees a youngling in such compromising position. Fortunately for you, heās got plenty of experience with a caretaker role. He keeps popping out of nowhere when you least expect it. Youāre in the cafeteria trying to eat in peace and next thing you know, heās sitting by your side with a beaming smile, fangs showing and all. No, heās not doing it for the sake of rising a reaction out of youā¦ Itās just how heās training you to become more aware of your surroundings. You wonāt always be within the controlled premises of Night Raven Collegeāsometimes, youāll have to venture out of it and there wonāt be any faculty or friends disposed to step in if youāre ever in danger.
Or so he says, at least. You know faes can be up to mischief often.
Lilia is a 700-year-old fae, though. Heās got enough experience to realize when his motivation to keep in contact with you is no longer with the intention of looking after you, which doesnāt take long to happen.Ā
How likely are they to kidnap their darling? How quickly will they do so?
He wouldnāt kidnap you in the traditional sense of the word nor is it the end goal for him. He wouldnāt want the lovely spark of your eyes to dull, nor is it appealing to clip the wings of someone he adores by confining them. If you had met him during his general days, though, thatād be another story. Arenāt you lucky he has changed his ways? Also, Lilia is fond of spontaneity. Having you imprisoned within four boring walls, with you shackled to it, would kill the chances for whimsicality.
If he were to take you away, how fast it happens depends on external factors out of his control and the chances of it representing a risk to your livelihood. When you find yourself in this deplorable scenario, with your freedom restrained, Liliaās quite lenient with how much youāre allowed to move. Yet as flexible as he may be, heās also strict with the measures he takes to ensure you canāt escape. Youāre allowed to roam the cottage to your liking, bathe and dress yourself, sleep whenever you likeā¦ As long as thereās no imminent death coming your way, youāll be fine! Hmā¦ but it begs the question: what exactly does Lilia consider a big enough threat?
If Liliaās going to control some aspect of your life, he first looks at your social circle, then at your environment before he resorts to confining you to a room.
He can assess that you and Ace get along well, but donāt rely too much on him. You must be selective of who you let into your inner circles, as these so-called friends are nowhere to be found when emergency strikes. Donāt forget that his first reaction to your deplorable situation was to point and laugh at you, and the sole reason why he acquiesced to lending a helping hand to find that gemstone was to avoid expulsion. You should seek him out more, instead, who unlike these peers of you, he has your best interests in mind. The search would not only have ended soonerāheās a fae, after all; his senses are more tuned to magicāhe wouldāve handled that monster with ease.
Any question you may have about this world, donāt hesitate to ask him. He has travelled far and wide, more than most of the student body and heās the most accessible to you. Why would you prefer to go through the strenuous effort of asking someone else, when youāve got your good oleā friend Lilia. Where others might roll their eyes and huff at your good-natured curiosity, heās got no qualms with spending a whole night and morning recounting his memories of his vast travels and knowledge. Heās a one-in-all package.
His goal is to make himself so important in your life that heās your first option whenever you want or need something. By the time you realize you rely on him most of the time, that heās the first thought in your mind when misfortune strikes you and you seek him for comfort, or when youāve had joyous experiences too and the first person you go to share what happened is himā¦itās late. You get accustomed to his consolation and warmth to the point itās not the same when you seek someone else. No one gets you like Lilia.
How difficult is it to escape from them? How do they keep you restrained? How do they deal with attempted escape?
He has lived seven times the longest lifespan a human can sustainā¦ he has seen it all, especially during those war general days where he had to enforce prisonerās confinement. Ah, what didnāt they try to do? Faking their deaths, decoys, wait for him to lower his guard so they could gang up on him, dig a hole somewhere, or use blunt force. Lilia chuckles at the memories, a hand on his chin while reminiscing. These attempts didnāt end well for those prisoners most of the time and on the rare occasions one managed to slip away, it wasnāt long until Lilia tracked them down and reinforced counter measures to prevent them from attempting another escape. If youāre held captive by Lilia, heāll use what he has learned from his war general days to ensure you donāt stand a chance to flee. An important detail to consider is that these were trained soldiers, which were likely not facing their first imprisonment too. To say that your likelihood of fleeing plunges to the void is a nice way to put it.
Thinking about most immortals as kinda cognohazords like their existence is even to start slowly affecting the human mind
I think mavuika and furina would be exempt from this due to them not being true archons however I believe due to their proximity to the divine and the gnosis their mind is able to withstand this form of āholy madnessā
The more ancient and power the creature is the more likely itāa mind breaking to comprehend. Think the shades or the primordial one, a simple glance is enough to send someone into a spiral about what they really know
While the average archon interaction wonāt do that but prolonged and direct exposure to the holy form could start to wear down someoneās sanity and thousands of years of direct exposure might do the following
venti slowly drives people insane, allowing their mind to do whatever it desires. True freedom without the conscience there to tell them to stop. Their bodies also are free from the compounds of logic, the bending and twisting ways that no human should be able to do.
While zhonglis godhood of contracts results into one being Strictly bound by the contract unable to do something unless directly stated. They cannot eat or drink without the contract. They are bound by the rules and principles of the god. It becomes even hard to move constricted by the weight of the contract slowly becoming a part of them.
Those who experience Ei eternity too long being to slowly becomes warped by the plane of euthymia. They are slowly sucked in and torn apart like falling into a black hole. First their memories go, then their personalities, then their hopes and dreams. Finally Their life force is funneled into the plane to fuel it, allowing it to exist for entirety
those who request too much knowledge from nahida slowly start to turn into offshoots of irmimsal themselves. Their skin hardens into wood and their knowledge and memories are absorbs into Nahida. Together they form almost a colony containing thousands of people and thousands of years worth of knowledge.
For Mavuika I donāt think the problem is not what sheās doing but what the role of the pryo archon is doing to her.
Her life force acting as fuel for the sacred flame. Everything is burnt away, their body slowly turned into ash and charcoal. Until one day they no longer have fuel and their body becomes a hollow husk.
The Tsaritsa due to her theorized connection with love would probably slowly break down the resistance of someone mind for her bidding. Slowly a person becomes infatuated with her, unable to simply say no to her. She could do no wrong in their mind and no cost is too great if it means her happiness. All while they are slowly freezing due to the sheer cold
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idk why but lately, my love for all things horror has been an unquenchable thirst
i need more genshin horror. yandere AUs and biblically accurate angel!Columbina is no longer enough to satiate me :(
tw: general horror, body horror, mentioned animal death, emetophobia
what if the shades and the archons all had true forms that are enormous and horrific and incomprehensible to mortals (kinda like Ronova's eyes in the sky but more freaky)
what if all Khaenri'ahns with the immortality curse actually looked like parts of their bodies were rotting away. Capitano keeps that helmet on for a damn good reason
what if characters who've gone through horrible trauma got stuck in a nightmarish world where they have to relive their trauma Silent Hill style
what if Pulcinella was tall
what if there was some kind of ancient creature that stole and took on the appearance of people's dead loved ones to lure them in and kill them. imagine Diluc and Kaeya suddenly seeing Crepus disappear into the trees one eerily quiet night. bonus points if the creature's imitation is just slightly off, like the eye shape isn't quite right or its limbs are a little too long or the voice is a pitch too low
what if characters who try to hide their true species do so because there are certain aspects of them that are too dangerous for humans to know about. like maybe Flins has to hide the fact that fae can only eat live animals, or Neuvillette used to struggle with random episodes prior to Focalors' sacrifice because a Dragon Sovereign without elemental authority can become blindly delirious and violent
what if when Xiao had to eat people's dreams, he'd later force himself to throw it up out of guilt, but this caused the dreams that were nightmares to take on terrifying forms and be released into Liyue
idk just some food for thought, plz share your own spooky ideas if you have any! i am STARVING
