CHARACTERS. Gorou; Saishu (Supreme Priestess)! f! Reader

THEMES. Fluff, A bit of necessary Angst, talks about the war (no major spoilers here)

NOTES. Guji means Chief Priest (thus why Yae is called Guji Yae) so I assume that’s what nonnie is requesting for? Since there are many ranks, Saishu or Supreme Priestess was the highest (more than Guji, actually) in the Ise-jingu Shrine. I’m pretty sure Divine Priestess (Kokomi’s role) is less religion-related since she handles even the affairs of the land—I said this because Supreme Priestesses devote themselves solely to religious ceremonies.

GOROU

Whilst it is widely known that Guji Yae is the head priest of the Narukami Shrine, very few Inazumans have knowledge about the Supreme Priestess of the Sangonomiya Shrine, you.

Being a Supreme Priestess had been passed down to the women in your family, very much like how it was with Divine Priestess Kokomi, who handles everything with regards to Watatsumi and its people. Your role is on to a lesser extent, but the people of Watstumi still look upon you since you were the “bridge,” the one in charge of all rituals or ceremonies for Orobaxi, Watatsumi’s god.

GOROU, the newly-assigned general of the Sangonomiya Resistance after Raiden Shogun announced the Sakoku Decree, met you quite accidentally.

He was still new with his position, and it could be kind of difficult to handle all the pressure when he had no previous experience in being a leader for such a big event as the war. A war. His mind is still wrapping itself around what was currently happening in Inazuma when he met you.

You never really let yourself out most of the time, usually meditating by yourself and arranging ceremonies and rituals that are usually related to cleansing all over Watatsumi or over Tatarasuna where the remains of the god that you and the people of Watatsumi believe on. It was why when your eyes met his, neither of you knew each other.

You both bowed at each other in respect, mostly from how you two saw each other’s clothing and determined their roles in the society out of impulse. He looked welcoming and warm, and it must be why you spoke first.

“Once you breathe and rest for a little while, your mind clears up and helps you make better decisions than when you’re erratic,” you smile softly at him, “you must be here for that, soldier. Rest assured, the airs of this area are heavily cleansed and blessed by Lord Orobaxi. You will be at peace in no time.”

Summary; kaeya's about to die, what are his last thoughts? You.

Pairings; kaeya x gn!reader

Genre; angst, songfic

Warnings; death, mentions of khaenri'ah

A/n - I'm sorry for failing u @cerasus--flores this is only 344 words JAHSSJS ANYWAYS listen to afraid by nbhd during this!!

'Being me can only mean feeling scared to breathe'

He couldn't breathe, his last breaths in the barren land of khaenri'ah, his mind was swirling with thoughts of you. How were you? Would you miss him? No,,of course you wouldn't..not when he broke up with you in the worst way possible. It was for the best, but seeing your heartbroken tears made him feel worse than killing his own kind in the land of mondstadt.

❝ that's it, just like that. ❞

SCARAMOUCHE's voice fills the room, his usual arrogantly overconfident tone replaced by a breathy whisper. you've pulled away only for a second, and he's already running his mouth - doesn't the harbinger know how to keep quiet? "shut up," you mumble, smashing your lips onto his once more, adjusting your position on his lap slightly as his hands travel from your shoulders to your waist, fingers digging into your hips gentle enough not to leave a mark. your forehead presses against his as you break apart for air, and you hear a smug chuckle, "make me."

his indigo eyes twinkle with a hint of mirth, and the blush dusting his cheeks is the only indication that he's flustered at all. your eyes narrow as you try to formulate a response, but when SCARAMOUCHE suddenly leans forward and begins to trail agonisingly slow kisses upwards from your collarbone, you're stunned silent. he pauses at your neck, using one finger to trace across it, lips curving into a catlike smile upon feeling you tense up. you're hyperaware of his skin on yours, and though it sets your senses aflame, your pride forces you to swallow down the plea threatening to spill from your lips.

your hands tousle his dark hair, tightening your grip in the messy locks when you feel his rough kisses attack your neck - you're sure it's going to be dotted with bruises tomorrow morning. "not so loud now, are you?" SCARAMOUCHE smirks, sounding irritatingly proud of himself. a low growl escapes your throat, and you tilt his chin up to steal his next words with another heated kiss, breath hot against his skin as you murmur,

❝ don't get too cocky, balladeer.❞

this is the product of me brainrotting abt enemies to lovers w scara 👍 hope u liked it !!

— Genere: fluff and slightly suggestive

— a/n: gift for @aweebstuff and I'm a simp for zhongli >:D

Zhongli would be really loyal with you.

He would take you on dates almost everyday

While your at night feeling the cold nice breeze, he grabs you from your waist and pulls you closer for a kiss.

He's with his friends and just talks about you for hours even if your not with him.

Zhongli let's you sleep on his lap when your sleepy or tired.

He's kisses you a ton whenever he feels like it, whether you want to or not.