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masterlist by eis

genshin - vacation for two | alhaitham x reader, diluc x reader, wriothesely x reader - gentlest bloom | diluc x reader - one bed scandal | varka x reader nsfw - eye catch! | varka x reader nsfw - mix me love potion, bartender! | varka x reader - on ice | varka x reader

hsr - my dawn, let me be yours | phainon x reader - cage of four suns | phainon x reader, flame reaver x reader, khaslana x reader, irontomb x reader nsfw - he loves my nails! | phainon x reader nsfw - unprotected handholding | phainon x reader nsfw - every letter of ‘love’ | phainon x reader nsfw - i’ll be gentle | phainon x reader nsfw - kissy wishes | phainon x reader - seashells | phainon x reader - wheat and wildflowers | phainon x reader - devotion is care | sunday x reader - case: fake boyfriend | ashveil x reader

lads - drawing my love with light | xavier x reader - 100 tips for a good disguise | xavier x reader nsfw - the truest fan | xavier x reader

wuwa - men of the harem | multi characters

sfw | alhaitham x fem!reader, diluc x fem!reader, wriothesely x fem!reader

note: write this because the only vacation i can afford this summer is exploring genshin map note2: you are married couples in all fics

alhaitham the first thing about your vacation, is that there were last-minute troubles in akademiya which nearly caused your trip to be canceled. something-something that required undivided attention and immediate intervention from alhaitham. luckily for you and catastrophically unluckily for them, alhaitham was never the kind of person who would sacrifice his days-off or vacations, especially after marrying you. his plans with you are totally more important than whatever mess akademiya’s scholars caused. 

aside from the obvious fact that he'll be spending this time with you, this vacation was also special because you convinced him to go somewhere other than port ormos. alhaitham doesn't really like long trips, so it was hard to convince him to agree to this trip to natlan. but alhaitham also isn’t the type to completely disregard your preferences. so, since you went wherever he wanted on your previous vacations, this time he agreed to your suggestion. for your vacation, you choose natlan, a pretty popular destination among akademiya scholars.

so for your vacation you chose people of the springs, still a lively but not overcrowded place, unlike easybreeze holiday resort. most of the time you spend walking and discovering the rich ancient culture of natlan, with alhaitham buying books as souvenirs. rest of the time you spent at the hot springs, which, surprisingly, he really enjoyed. and ohh, alhaitham in a swimsuit was a sight for sore eyes, you ogled him so hard that he couldn’t help but tease you. you even tried surfing, alas, alhaitham outright refused to have such an experience, preferring to just chill on the pool float (he, with his stoic expression, looked super cute on the vibrant blue pool float).

in the evenings, you enjoyed traditional natlanese music, one night, you even got him to dance with you. you were having romantic dinners at golden dusk, enjoying the local food and drinks while watching the sun set over the ocean. and the most important — you played with koholasaurses, these saurians are just too cute, and the smile on alhaitham’s face hinted to you that he thought that the way you played with them was cuter.

overall, this trip was what you both needed—he needed to unwind from his duties as a scribe, and you needed a break from your duties as a scholar—and it gave you both a chance to spend time together. alhaitham was more than satisfied with his vacation. and he told you that he definitely wouldn't mind coming back to natlan next year.

diluc first of all, it wasn’t even a vacation, just an average business trip to fontaine. diluc brought you with him since you are his beloved wife. and when you told him that it is your first visit to the nation of hydro, he decided that there is no harm in extending your trip for a few more days. and so your business trip became a vacation. actually it is not rare for your business trip to turn into a small vacation. diluc often brought you with him so that you were able to spend time together even though he was busy.

on the first day, you just walked around the streets of the court of fontaine. without rushing anywhere, you wandered around, holding hands, looking at the shop windows and cafes. and as a man who loves spoiling his wife, diluc couldn’t help but stop at bertin’s house of curiosities to buy you some jewelry and perfumes. your dinner ar hotel debord, eating delicious fontanian cuisine and enjoying fine arts, you even teasingly fed diluc the ille flottante. you had the time of your life making diluc drink fonta, even though you must admit fresh grape juice from his vineyards are better.

the next day, you set out on the scenic tour on the aquabus with an adorable melusine as your guide, sightseeing on such a unique vehicle was an interesting experience. for the evening, you went to the opera epiclese to watch a performance. diluc let you decide, and you, being in a whimsical mood, choose lyney’s magic show. it was a magnificent spectacle you enjoyed greatly, and the smile on your face made diluc smile as well.

the third day—the day of your return to mondstadt—began with the steambird newspaper with an article about the sweet fontaine vacation of mondstadt’s winery tycoon and his wife on one of its pages. it was a huge shock for you that your vacation drew so much attention and earned an even bigger article than a deal that diluc managed to secure. there were even photos of you! but even that didn’t sour your mood, you lightheartedly discussed this article on your way back.

it was a good change of pace for both of you, a great opportunity to spend time only with each other. and diluc took a mental note that when he has his next business trip to fontaine he should check performances in opera epiclese and bring you with him.

wriothesely  honestly, wriothesely doesn't even remember the last time he took a vacation. it’s not like he didn’t want to take a break, it’s simply that there are just too many things to do in the fortress of meropide. but when he heard about neuvillette’s trip to liyue, he couldn’t help but imagine his vacation with you there. and liyue tea that iudex brought to him was delicious—and this tea would probably taste even better if he drank it at a traditional restaurant while looking out the window at the liyue streets.

so it was you who had secretly bought tickets, and you made it clear to wriothesely that it was time for him to take some time off. and you were glad that wriothesely became visibly more relaxed once you had arrived. he happily stretched and squeezed your hand in gratitude for taking him on this vacation.

contrary to your daily life confined in the fortress of meropide, you spent most of the time strolling around the liyue harbor, basking in the sun and enjoying the breathtaking scenery. and you made wriothesely take a lot, a lot of photos: photos with only you or him, photos of you both, photos of streets, you name it.

wriothesely preferred wanmin restaurant, something about how unique the dishes there are. you could also spend hours drinking tea and listening to storytellers, fascinating stories made tea taste even better. you both even tried betting on jade, despite wriothesely not being very fond of gambling. and of course you bought xiao lanterns as souvenirs.

aside from liyue harbor, you also visited chenyu vale, staying at yilong warf. it was a place of magnificent scenery and awe-inspiring nature. and oh, wriothesely was delighted—chenyu tea was even better, so he bought quite a few packs of tea. you walked along mountain roads, watched the carp in the rivers, and even visited a tea plantation.

sfw | phainon x fem!reader 

note: happy 1 anniversary to me being a phainon haver <з note2: phainon is the most gorgeous beautiful malebride, art by gajyago (twitter) that changed the trajectory of my life and this fic note3: ukrainian version posted on my ao3

phainon is happy to be yours. since he had realized his love for you, he already was yours—he gave you his heart for it to beat in your chest. your fates have long been intertwined, but today he will officially swear to be yours.

even when he still dreamt about dawn, phainon allowed himself to imagine his wedding with you. traditional amphoreus wedding—ritual bath, beautiful wedding gowns, wedding procession, hymns in honor of the couple and the wedding, he, who led you home, an offering to the titans for good fortune. 

when that day finally arrived on the eternal page, phainon couldn't believe it was really happening. too good to be reality. too good to be a dream.

but there he is, dressed in white chiton, on his head is a veil embroidered with floral patterns, he holds a bouquet of wheat, mint, sesame, and wild orchids. although he had imagined you in that role as a sign that he was officially committing himself to you, phainon asked to switch the traditional roles.

out of the corner of his eye, he glances at his parents, who are carrying torches. they sing hymns together with everyone, their eyes shining with happiness. phainon remembers audata’s tears of happiness when he announced his wedding; hieronymus, who immediately began giving him advice on how to have a happy married life.

last steps to dome of the stars. there in that place where amphoreus can gaze up at the myriad stars, a celebrating crowd was left behind, and only the closest people gathered. even stelle, dan heng and march visits amphoreus to celebrate his wedding.

there, with the endless cosmos behind you, you’re waiting for phainon. you’re beautiful, more beautiful than dawn, than dreams, than stars—you’re the beauty, which can be perceived only through the eyes of those in love. your smile widens, you instinctively take a step toward him. phainon almost forgets how to breathe. in the moment when your gazes meet, everything comes to a halt—as if your souls were embracing each other. he’s yours, he’s yours, he’s yours—the only thought in his head. and he is grateful that you are allowing him to be yours.

all around, the lights of the torches shoot up into the sky. lights that scatter like fireworks across the sky. this sight is so heartwarming, phainon can't help but think of his sister, cyrene, and he thinks that it is her blessing. his steps are light, he doesn't even feel that he's walking—only that your warmth is getting closer.

“imperator blesses your union," these are cerydra’s words. according to ancient amphoreus tradition, she threw in his way dates, coins, dried fruits, figs, and nuts that symbolized the fertility and longevity of the new couple.

“may your love be vast like the ocean,” hysilens almost sings these words.

“you shall protect each other,” phainon just nodded to mydei’s words. yes, he will protect you.

“may your married life be full of gentleness,” castorice says, making phainon one more look at the bouquet. the bouquet she had carefully arranged for his wedding.

“be honest with each other,” it is so like professor anaxa, teach him a lesson, even at his own wedding, phainon thought.

“your love is truly beautiful, you shall preserve this beauty,” aglaea says. she was the one who sewed your wedding attire, choosing a design that reflected your personalities rather than following trends. the clothes seemed to tell the story of your love. phainon was endlessly grateful to her.

“your love will always make the sky smile” hyacine gave him a radiant smile, there are tears in her eyes just like on the day when phainon told her the happy news about his wedding. little ica’s wings flutter happily right beside her.

“may no hardships ever catch up with you,” cipher winked, throwing a generous handful of coins.

“may your love be permanent and your story never end,” dan heng solemnly said, right beside him vigethos wagged his tail, offering his best wishes as well. phainon is glad that his comrades, who gave a new dawn to amphoreus, are present at his wedding.

“may your life be filled with unforgettable, happy moments!” march 7th happily shouted, taking photos. phainon took a mental note that he must ask her later to send them to him.

“may countless new dawns lie ahead of you, and may nothing ever separate you!” stelle enthusiastically showered him with blessings. phainon can’t help but remember how she promised him that as soon as amphoreus becomes real, she will give you the best honeymoon, full of adventures, across all the planets she has visited.

“may all your tomorrows be full of love,”  tribbie, trinnon and trianne said in unison, rushing to meet him from my spot next to you. yes, them being officiant was indisputable. and honestly, phainon  wouldn't want his wedding to be any different. what could be better than having his closest friends and family there to witness this new chapter in his life?

soon phainon will become a married man, there are only a few steps separating him from you, and he covers them in an instant. he can’t help trembling when he touches your face. phainon whispers your name, but you can clearly hear him even amidst all that joyful cacophony. you place your hand over his, squeezing it gently. the fingers of your other hand brush against the flowers in his bouquet. he leans toward you, forehead to forehead. you can’t help but be drawn to each other; your hearts are already parts of a single whole.

“every dawn of mine belongs to you,” these words are phainon’s vow. seven words that are of more importance than the whole cosmos, that embody his future, his dreams and his hopes. his love that he carried through countless cycles, the love he carried into tomorrow.

“every dawn of mine belongs to you,” you answer him with exactly the same words. this vow isn't a traditional amphorean wedding vow, but these words belong only to you. the vow that unites you—just like every one before it, which you whispered to each other as you embraced and caressed one another, at the morning and at the night, in peaceful routine and in battle.

phainon looks you in the eyes—stars in your eyes shine brightly, and there is only him amidst them. the realization that you are now a married couple settles like a sweet warmth in his heart. he is your husband—how wonderful it is to realize this again and again. he is your husband—phainon squeezes your hand. he is your husband—from now on and forever, his fate and yours are bound together; your tomorrows are intertwined.

“and now, your home awaits you!” tribbie says, opening the gates, beyond which golden fields of aedes elysiae lie. another wish of phainon—to have the final part of the wedding at his home.

phainon leads you to the gates—one step and starry endlessness becomes a sea of wheat, and the fireworks become a gentle breeze. your home. almost immediately, he wraps his arms around you, holding you tight, basking in your warmth and breathing in your scent. his actions make you laugh—he’s so in love, and basking in his love is the greatest pleasure.

there is one last wedding ritual left, which you had silently agreed to hold in aedes elysiae. his heart, which has been fluttering like butterfly wings, is now peaceful, finally home, when you gently lift his veil, stroking the snow-white strands of his hair—like you are reassuring him, thank you that you entrusted your heart to me, i shall love and  protect you—and you kiss him. gentle and sweet, like a breeze, like the rustling of wheat, like ambrosia, like stardust. when you kiss, you don't take your eyes off each other; the sky and the sun in his eyes are just for you. 

sfw | xavier x fem!reader

note: ukrainian version posted on my ao3 note2: based on my very real crashout when i couldn't buy xavier's merch because it was sold out

big red letters ‘SOLD OUT’ were akin to a death sentence. “no, no, no! please no! it can’t be!” were your desperate thoughts. you were in misery, looking on the screen hopelessly, hoping that it was some trick of your mind. alas, this ‘sold out’ stayed the same, big red letters on the gray picture of the limited edition lumiere’s card set. you wanted to cry and maybe kill everyone who had bought this set before you.

you were shaking, what if you can’t call yourself lumiere’s true fan anymore if you couldn't buy this limited edition set? this thought was the last straw—you began to cry. today was meant to be the happiest day, but it turned out to be the worst.

that was exactly how Xavier found you when he rushed into the room, worried by you crying. one look at your laptop’s screen, and he understood the reason behind your tears. and even if he couldn’t help but frown—after all, you cried because of the damned lumiere–you cried and it was the most important thing for him.

“what happened?” xavier said quietly as he approached you. as soon as you sensed his presence, you rushed into his arms, grasping his hoodie.

“they took away my title as lumiere's number one fan!” your words were barely discernible through your tears, but xavier still managed to make out the irritating name with surprising clarity.

“oh, and who dared?” even if he had wanted to comfort you, xavier couldn’t help but sulk; the green monster of jealousy reared its head in his heart.

“all the card sets from the new limited edition series are sold out! i didn't even manage to buy a single one!” you angrily pointed at the hated “sold out” on the screen, looking at xavier seemingly pleading with him either to find you at least one of those limited-edition sets or to punish those who had snapped them all up.

“there, there, lumiere doesn’t deserve your tears," seeing you so heartbroken, xavier began to regret a petty act of his, but he could no longer bear to see more of lumiere’s merch in your home.

“but… it’s lumiere!”

yes, it’s lumiere. the heroic personality of xavier, whom you are so obsessed with. the main object of his jealousy. the reason why even a man as calm and level-headed as he is might resort to... buying up the entire new limited-edition merch collection of his love rival, just so his princess wouldn't buy those pieces of papers.

“you talk as if he’s the most important person to you…” xavier muttered, looking you straight in the eye, trapping you between his body and the computer chair. the eternal question couldn’t help but slip from his lips. “who do you like more — me or lumiere?”

“it’s not the same!” you started making excuses to console him, and as the conversation went on, your crying stopped, which made xavier smile. 

“you should be more concerned with being xavier number one fan,” he playfully said, leaning in to kiss you.

“are there any other fangirls?” you teased, playfully dodging his lips and poking him in the chest with a feigned look of accusation.

sfw | varka x fem!reader

note: written with zero hockey knowledge, just pure vibes. blame off campus for it. also writing varka as college student is a mortal crime for me so he is pro player.

hockey player!varka who is mondstadt team captain whose playstyle have earned him title knight of boreas. he’s a renowned player, who has so many trophies and rewards that they don't all fit in one room. edits of his games gain hundreds of thousands likes. his sponsorship campaigns with hexenzirkel corp are always a huge success.

hockey player!varka and your first meeting at the ice rink. it was during one of his vacations, when he was babysitting his friend's daughter, klee, and decided to go skating with her. as for you, it was your day off and you were there with your friends. your skating skills were lacking, so you falling was something expected. luckily, a kind stranger caught you. and this kind stranger was varka. he taught you how to skate. he held your hands, he caught you as soon as you lost your balance, and as soon as you felt more confident on the ice he surprised you with spinning. and so one meeting at the ice rink turned into countless dates.

hockey player!varka who introduces you to his team to show that he's serious about the relationship with you. from now on you’re part of almost all their activities as captain woman. you go to their practices from time to time, hang out with them at bars, and cheer them on at games. they all are so supportive of your relationship, kaeya even often teases his captain that there will soon be the next generation of hockey stars.

hockey player!varka who absolutely loves when you wear his number and name to his games. he will always find you in the seats, he will be weaving to you like an excited puppy, even if there is an important game in less than a minute. and don’t get me started how he demands kisses before every game and for every goal after.

hockey player!varka who thinks that the only thing that is more important than official games is charity games. there is something incredibly intimate when you are with him at those moments. he gladly plays with kids, teaches them hockey, and signs them autographs. they are so adorable in his admiration of him and look up to him. yes, he will introduce you to children as his favorite person. he shared with you that he’s going to become a children's trainer when he retires from professional sport.

hockey player!varka who despite being very public with his affection, still protects you from the press’ prying eyes. he launched your relationship with a photo of you holding his hand on his instagram. but it was just your hand, not a face with the caption “heart of number 44”. it was much later when he revealed your name in an interview. still, he doesn’t share much of your life’s details, despite totally showing you off.

hockey player!varka who convinced alice, ceo of hexenzirkel, to let you join him for an advertising photo shoot. it wasn’t even a couple shoot, just an advertisement for some sporting goods, but your chemistry was just something on another level.

sfw | yandere!zodyl x fem!reader, yandere!tamsy x fem!reader

yandere!zodyl who treats relationships with you like an experiment. he sickeningly enjoys vivisecting your mind and calls this love. every time you say no, it's just a way to get to know you better. to find out why you turned him down and to figure out how to make you say yes next time. there’s just no other option for this experiment than success.

yandere!zodyl who destroys your life. he turns everything around you into a desert, aiming to be your only oasis. forget about any other people that are not him, no one will help you, no one will save you from him. anyone who could have taken you away from him is dead. 

yandere!zodyl who always keeps you close. even during the dangerous raider’s missions, you are by his side. even when he is in the middle of an experiment, you still are near him. be not afraid, he’s strong enough that no one can even dream of touching a single strand of your hair.

yandere!zodyl who meticulously plans every stage of your relationship and tells you about those plans as if he talks about his plans to destroy the sphere. and there is no place in these plans for other people you may cherish, for any other of your bonds you may have. he already decided your every kiss, every touch, every intimate act. he's even romantic enough to plan some dates, though mostly in places like no man's land.

yandere!zodyl who wouldn't trust you even to his most reliable raiders. not even to cthoni or bundus, and totally not to jabber. he allows you to interact or talk with them, but only he will be observing you, protecting you, keeping you forever by his side.

yandere!zodyl who has a habit of watching you sleep. it’s creepy, it’s unsettling. it originates from the fact that at first you had trouble sleeping. you couldn't fall asleep when he was around, and he was always there, only clocking out from pure exhaustion. he developed this habit on the long way of getting you used to sleeping in his presence. he wound’t allow anyone to disturb your sleep. and if you’re asleep and he needs to be somewhere else? he would just pick you up and carry bridal style with him.

yandere!tamsy who is a surprisingly delusional type. he truly thinks that you are the only one who understands him, who understands his “love”. he even reveals to you his secret dark persona because you will understand, because you simply can't escape from him and his love.

yandere!tamsy who makes you willingly destroy all your relationships. breaking all your bonds because of his words is proof of your devotion. he's part of every aspect of your life and can shape it as he pleases. his manipulations are the finest threads, he makes you think that your friends are actually your enemies, that they mean only harm for you, and he’s the only one you can trust. believe one of his lies, and they would tangle you in an inescapable trap.

yandere!tamsy who does not hesitate to alter your memory. you thought you made plans with your friends? no, you made plans with him. like this you slowly start forgetting meetings, plans, and even some of the shared jokes. and he will replace all of them with himself.

yandere!tamsy who lovees feeding you. something, something about how utterly dependent you are on him in these moments. he certainly finds your independent side endearing, but this opportunity to savor your weakness, licking leftovers of cake frosting off your lips, is just too addicting.

yandere!tamsy who made you the choker with tokushin threads.he put it on you himself, and  he makes you wear it all the time. for everyone, it’s just a cute handmade accessory, but only he and you know the truth. 

sfw | varka x fem!reader

note: reader is a bartender at cat's tail and younger than varka

many things had changed during varka’s absence. and one of these things was a new bartender at the cat’s tail. you are that one fresh hire, diona’s apprentice. it is your first job, that's why you took your responsibilities very seriously. most of the time, the job was pretty simple: helping diona and listening to her complaints about drunkards, serving drinks to regulars, and helping guests with their tcg games.

well, that's how it was before the glorious return of nod krai’s expedition. it was at one of the many parties held to celebrate their return that you met the grandmaster of ordo favonious. that party was equally lively and exhausting, despite you feeling honored to serve to modnstadt’s heroes, the sheer amount of orders made a tool on your physical and mental state. it was only the middle of the night, but exhaustion had already settled deep into your bones. so it was no wonder that while balancing several drinks on a tray, you accidentally tripped over your own feet. but the expected collapse did not follow, on the contrary, you felt something solid and warm embrace you, and a slightly drunken baritone,”careful, young lady.” both you and your tray of drinks were safe in varka’s arms. and for one tinniest moment world slowed down.

the next time varka came into the cat’s tail, you noticed him right away. well, it was impossible not to notice his huge, imposing figure. you still remembered his embrace from last time, how his biceps were the size of your head. and when he called you to serve him drinks, you felt something you'd never felt with other visitors.

it was your job as a bartender to remember favorite drinks of regulars. but varka’s thorny lake you remember exceptionally well. every ingredient, the amount of alcohol, what he likes to add depending on his mood, the process of mixing. his velvet baritone when varka explained to you how he likes his thorny lake was vivid in your memory every time you touched the bottle of spirit needed for this beverage. and every time you mix it for him, you fight the blush creeping to your cheeks from the memory of his hands guiding yours when he was teaching you how to mix this drink.

varka is also eager to be the first to taste new drinks you've learned to mix. and even if he was always honest with his critique, he wasn’t stingy with compliments. because of what he said, you sometimes had to push the thought that he was flirting with you out of your mind. not to mention that he would drink everything you mix. diona would sometimes grumble that he would drink the poison you had made.

you truly enjoy listening to varka’s stories, about his battles, his expeditions, his adventures in his youth. (another thing is that he has that deep voice, which is like honey to your ears). he doesn't even need to exaggerate to impress you. the truth alone is enough to make you completely fascinated. and sometimes varka is so caught in conversation that he would literally forget that you’re working and would invite you to have a drink with him.

there was one time when varka saw how you struggled to get some ingredients from a higher shelf and decided to help you. he approached you from behind, his imposing figure looming over you. you could smell him—that unique masculine scent of wind and steel, with hints of his favourite thorny lake. his chest was warm, you could feel every solid muscle and vibration of his heavy laugh. you almost imagined how it would be if he were hovering over you under other circumstances. and for a moment you forgot what you needed to take, only returning to teyvat when varka handed you the thing you needed. you even forgot to say something to him about the fact that he went into an area that was restricted to cat’s tail staff only.

next thing you know is accidental encounters on mondstadt’s streets. maybe it is just you, but you become hyper aware of varka’s presence. you accidentally pass him on training grounds, admiring his gorgeous physique. you encounter him during his very important grandmaster things, this being hiding from jean. and small talk near the little flower shop, when he decided for some reason to buy you flowers.

what became a true challenge for your little heart is varka’s drunken eloquence. who knows that grandmaster is talented not only in giving passionate speeches during battles and expeditions, but also in showering you with compliments when he has one too many drinks. something, something about your beauty that is ethereal like anemo crystalflies, your eyes that shine like lamp grass at night, your smile that is like dandelions, and your laugh that is akin to a gentle breeze that make windwheel asters bloom. you almost dropped the drink that you were mixing when you heard his words. knights only laughed at their grandmaster’s antics. 

and of course, you couldn't help but notice that varka stayed at cat’s tail until closing hours, most times he didn’t even order that many drinks, just one or two for the evening. he was just talking with you when you were serving other customers. and even if it meant deserving an earful from diona, you still entertained him.

something shifted when, during one of those nights, you were hit on by some regular. you are young and pretty, so such creeps aren’t something new to you. what’s new is varka’s protectiveness. usually it is margaret who wards off such men, but that night varka stood up for you. his expression was dark, everyone in the cat's tail could feel the imposing aura of a grandmaster, something reserved only for the battlefield. yet when he turned to check on you, his mood shifted 180. he gave you a gentle smile, asked how you were doing, and offered to walk you home just in case. at that moment you were sure that you indeed felt butterflies in your stomach in varka’s presence.

you weren’t even sure how, but him walking you home has become a regular occurrence after every shift. even if varka wasn’t drinking that night, he would still show up at closing hours. he claimed that this is basic courtesy, but deep down you are sure that there’s something more, but you don’t push him.

varka’s presence with you at cat’s tail became such a natural thing that more often than not, jean came here in search of the grandmaster. and sometimes varka would ask you to hide him from her. and on one of those occasions, you couldn't think of anything better than to hide varka under the counter. and honestly? you almost immediately regretted such a decision when his hot breath brushed your belly. you felt goosebumps on your spine and hot red blush on your cheeks when you talked to jean, stuttering. it’s a good thing that she  quickly decided to go look for him somewhere else. and after all of that, you would think it’s funny how such a hulk of a grown-ass man couldn’t even look you straight in the eyes, if only you weren’t such a flustered mess.

with every little thing, something changed. everything took its place like puzzle pieces, and you realized that there was something more to varka’s actions. his gazes, his polite little touches, him walking you home. his actions were restrained, giving almost no hint of his feelings, but you noticed. you allow yourself to think that maybe your crush was required. you decided to wait for him to make the first move, surely a man like a grandmaster should take matters into his own hands. but, on the contrary, varka doesn’t give you anything more. even when you impatiently started to initiate more lingering touches, and more hinting words, it was almost like he was scared and began to drift away. yes, sometimes you felt like his restraints could crumble at any moment, but the grandmaster’s iron will hold them together. you were pondering, what is his deal?

the answer to that question was given on one random night. as usual, varka waited you when your shift ended to walk you home. but your idyll was interrupted by some drunkards’ gossip. never in your life would you imagine hearing some dirty gossip about the respected grandmaster. yes, sometimes you had heard diary gossip about yourself from those who were kicked out of the cat’s tail for inappropriate behavior toward you, but gossip about the grandmaster? poisonous words about his nothing less than noble affection toward you, that he is the same as them, an old man wanting to sneak under the skirt of a young bartender girl. it made your blood boil with anger, you were ready to give them a piece of your mind when varka stopped you. he looked deflated, almost embarrassed, as if caught red-handed. 

“well, they kinda right. it’s embarrassing, right? for such an old man as me to fall for such a young girl as you? i just couldn’t help myself, your hands are gentle, and your drinks are delicious, the best drinks i ever had.”

nsfw | phainon x fem!reader, flame reaver x fem!reader, khaslana x fem!reader, irontomb x fem!reader

note: YES they’re all yanderes!!!! (and reader-chan is certified freak) note 2: ukrainian version on my ao3

nsfw | phainon x fem!reader note: thanks to gymtok trends, it's my endless source of inspiration for phainon

“i just got my nails done,” you said happily when you saw that phainon had come home from a training session. his shirt was damp, and a thin sheen of sweat made his muscles look especially delicious.

“here,” with only one word, phainon just turned his back to you, pulling his shirt over his head.

his strong, broad back with bulging muscles momentarily made you think about what it is to dig your nails into his back. and phainon knew too well what you think—he dared you to turn those thoughts into reality. and you're not the kind of person who needs to be asked twice.

your hands were on his back, scratching slightly, urging him to turn to you so you could kiss him. the next minute, your lips were on his, wasting no time before you were shoving your tongue down his throat. your hands went to his head to guide phainon closer to you, nails running through his hair. your touch made him groan in your mouth. his hands on your waist, squeezing you.

phainon’s lips tease yours with soft brushes before switching to a firmer touch, his tongue dancing with yours, licking your mouth feverishly and deep. the temperature quickly rose by a few degrees while you were standing in the hallway and making out.

then pahinon pressed you against the wall, hooking your legs around his waist. your nails dug into his beefy shoulders to find purchase as heat pooled low in your tummy. this position made you press against the bulge in his pants, huge and scorching hot even through fabric. the feeling made you part from his lips and moan as you experimentally ground your hips against his. the friction at your core was delicious; you greedily sped up your pace. and with every move, your nails dug in deeper, leaving crescent moon dents on his skin.

“this design is beautiful,” phainon said, panting heavily from the kiss, his breath hot against your lips, looking at his shoulder where your hand was. “you really went with my suggestion of yellow and purple and made it look so pretty.”

once again you kissed, all tongue and teeth. one of phainon’s hands went under your skirt to your panties to show them to the side. he was strong enough to hold you effortlessly with just one hand. his fingers touched your lust-wetted slit, finding your clit, playing with a sensitive bundle of nerves. he knew very well which pressure to apply, which touches made you unravel. your breathing turned erratic, and your moans echoed through the hallway when he pushed two of his fingers inside your pussy, eagerly exploring your velvet walls. 

you wanted even more—wanted to feel him inside, so one of your hands reached and pulled down his sweats enough to free his hard cock. his mushroom tip was already flushed with the prettiest shade of pink, leaking precum; prominent veins on his thick shaft were painfully throbbing, demanding your attention.

“and how do my nails look on your cock?” you asked, wrapping your fingers around his cock, slightly scratching his sensitive skin with your long nails. his loud half-moan, half-whimper was your answer. phainon’s eyes shut tight when he tried to regain his composure. your thumb brushed against his tip as you began working him up and down.

phainon breathed out your name, nose pressing into the crook of your neck as he pulled away your hand from his cock. how much he enjoyed your hands on his cock—right now he wanted your hands on his back and his dick inside your pussy. so you once again put your hands on his shoulders, leaving reddish scratch marks on his pale skin, as he lined himself up and sheathed himself to the hilt inside your wet warmth.