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Loosely inspired by the webtoon Changing the genre from Angst to Heartwarming. There is no direct interaction with the ML in this chapter, but it sets the tone for future chapters, I promise.
“How did you know?” Mina asked as soon as (YN) stepped close enough. They were alone in the garden, though they didn’t have much time; after the stunt YN pulled, the Elders were more likely waiting to speak with her in private.
YN hummed in response; she wasn’t expecting to be interrogated amidst the flowers, too. Mina took that as a sign to continue speaking.
“How did you know that he wasn’t going to hurt you-or us- when you approached him?”
“Do you know the difference between violence and aggression, Mina?” YN responded, and waited until the younger female shook her head before offering an explanation. “Violence comes unprovoked; it’s when you hurt another living being without being attacked first, without feeling threatened. Aggression is a response to a perceived attack or threat; you attack to defend yourself.
Many are afraid of spiders because they do not know if the spider is venomous or not, and prefer not to risk being bitten. But the spider also doesn’t know if we’re going to squash it or leave it be, so it prepares itself for a last resort defense in case the worst comes to pass. However, it would prefer not to even come in contact with us, so if we walk away, it is not going to run after us; it will simply go back to its spider life.”
“I understand that, but what does it have to with-” Mina didn’t finish that question, but the meaning was implied. She didn’t know how to address him; the prince? the monster? by his name?
“How do you think he felt-how would YOU have felt if you found yourself surrounded by people who looked at you either with fear, anger or disgust, and they forced you to stay down on your knees with your hands tied, and you knew when looking up at them that not one of them saw a person?” YN answered, pivoting the question to hopefully speak to Mina’s empathy.
“I would’ve felt awful and scared. I probably would’ve cried,” Mina paused for a second, her brows furrowed in contemplation. “Are you saying he was afraid of us?”
“That I do not know. What I do know is that I would’ve felt caged in that situation, alone in the world, and that is something I do not wish upon anyone. So, I suppose you could say I took a calculated gamble,” YN saw the concern in Mina’s eyes; it looked as if she was saying ‘you put us in danger over a gamble?’, and decided to be clearer with her. “You know I spent a year away in a temple deep in the forests of Sumeru while studying botany? I had the opportunity of encountering many wild animals, some of which I helped heal. The wounded and weary look in their eyes has stayed with me, and I saw that exact same look in his eyes.
So, when I say that I took a calculated gamble, I mean that I saw a wounded creature being treated worse than an animal, and I wouldn’t have blamed him if he had attacked any of us because he would’ve just been defending himself. But I wanted to offer him a different option because the only one we were giving him was to act like a monster.”
Silence fell upon the two of them. Mina looked down at her hands, folded nervously on her lap. She had seen it too, underneath the legends and expectations, the boy who was just as scared as she was. She also realized that she wasn’t nearly as brave nor empathic as YN; she was selfish, preferring to let someone else get hurt than risking the possibility of experiencing any pain herself.
“Come now, it does little to dwell on such things,” YN spoke, taking one of Mina’s hands. “And I suspect Saleh’s already getting impatient.”
***
The atmosphere in the Elder’s room was suffocating. Eir kept his arms crossed over his chest and refused to look at YN. Shuka gave her a pitying look, like a mother would after being disappointed. Saleh leaned forward, resting her elbows on the glass table in front of her, looking at YN through her intertwined fingers.
YN refused to back down. She refused to apologize for doing the right thing, but her body language betrayed her. Now that the adrenaline had worn off, she felt judged and unconsciously bowed her head down just enough to be looking up at The Elders instead of being at their level.
“Mina, dear, I believe you should be getting ready to begin your duties tomorrow,” said Shuka. Right, despite the events of that day, Mina was still expected to perform as the Prince’s attendant. Such a fate was not an easy one to accept, and Mina gathered enough courage to challenge it.
“That is what I wish to talk to you about,” Mina said, taking a small step forward. “I’m not ready for this. I’m not the right person.”
“I understand that you’re having doubts after feeling in danger, but I can assure you that you will be safe, my dear,” Shuka insisted, speaking in her usual soft and maternal tone. Normally, it felt comforting, but today it felt condescending.
“Does that mean one of you will stay with me, then? At least while I adjust?”
“We have other things to attend to, Mina. It would simply be impossible for us to stay. Besides, if your fear is to be alone, that will not be the case. There will be other servants in the palace at all times,” this time, Saleh spoke, leaning back in her chair. She looked impatient. She did not have time for such silly worries. “Now, if you could leave, we have something important to discuss with YN.”
YN. Mina’s eyes lit up with recognition. She could use her, couldn’t she?
“I apologize. I let my fear get the best of me. I would be honored to perform my duties, of course. Surely you would understand if I made a tiny request for my peace of mind? I’ll be here for many years, after all, until the day that I die,” Mina looked directly at Shuka while taking a chance. If someone could be swayed in her favor, it would be the motherly one of the trio. Still, Mina held her breath, awaiting their reaction.
It worked. Shuka placed a grounding hand on Saleh’s knee and addressed her daughter.
“What is it, my love? What would give your heart enough peace to wash away your doubts and fears?”
“I’d like The Sun of Tenshukaku to stay. She is like an older sister to me, and-” Mina paused to take a deep breath. This next part would be risky. “She was able to defuse the situation without any complications, and there’s no one I’d trust more to keep me safe.”
“Oh dear,” Shuka murmured before looking at Saleh. That request would not sit right with her.
“If you’re looking for a punishment, Saleh, stripping her of her title and demoting her to Mina’s attendant sounds adequate,” it was Eir, finally daring to look at YN. He made it sound worse than it actually was, and YN wondered if he was trying to help her. “Furthermore, isn’t staying here a form of exile?”
“That is true,” Saleh agreed, crossing one leg over the other and leaning against the side of her chair. “Very well, you shall be exiled here as an attendant until you earn the right to return to the temple. Make no mistake, YN, if you don’t prove yourself, you’ll be replaced.”
It's past Feb 14, I know, but the potential for this series is still ✨️chef's kiss✨️ so I'll be posting the other nations eventually
You can find Mondstadt here.
Zhongli
The scent of expensive incense and aged tea leaves fills the private booth at Third-Round Knockout. Zhongli sits with perfect posture, his amber eyes reflecting the glow of the lanterns outside. You enjoy your cup of tea while listening to Zhongli recounting the history and customs of today's celebration. You were half-zoning out; a historical lesson was not exactly the most romantic atmosphere.
"In ancient times, it was said that offering a pair of Noctilucous Jades symbolized a bond that could withstand the erosion of time," he muses, and you nod almost absentmindedly to show that your attention is still somewhat there.
Then Zhongli does something that throws yoy off guard. He slides a small, silk-lined box across the table. Inside lies a pair of stones (is that Noctilucous Jade?), carved into the shape of interlocking dragons. You do a double-take, looking from the stones to Zhongli's expression; he looks as serious as usual, although his gaze is completely locked on you, assessing your reaction. He is trying to determine whether you caught on to the not-so-subtle nuances of the gift he had presented to you.
"I find myself less interested in the history today, and more in the present moment. Specifically, the moments I spend with you. Would you do me the honor of joining me for a stroll through the Sea of Lights tonight? I have much I wish to share with you."
Xiao
You find him on the highest balcony of Wangshu Inn, his back to the festivities below. You had expected to find him there. The conqueror of demons rarely withstands the noise of the human world.
Xiao turns the moment he senses your presence. He looks conflicted, his hand gripping his spear a little too tight before he forces himself to relax. It is not too alarming to see him on edge; you assume he's just overwhelmed by the festivities and celebrations.
"The humans are... loud today. Their emotions are heavy," he says, his golden eyes searching yours for a sign of judgment. You nod, even for humans, Valentine's Day is not always a joyous occasion.
Xiao reaches into his sash and pulls out a single, pristine Qingxin flower, its petals still damp with mountain dew.
"I do not understand their 'Valentine' customs. But... I found this on a cliffside and thought of you. If the noise becomes too much for you, come find me. I will take you to a place where the only sound is the wind. If... that is what you desire."
Tartaglia
Childe is leaning against the railing of the Northland Bank, tossing a heavy pouch of Mora into the air and catching it with a grin. The moment he sees you, he stows the gold and hops down. He radiates a restless, playful energy that’s impossible to ignore.
"There you are! I was just about to come looking for you," he laughs, his blue eyes bright with a dangerous sort of affection.
You return the greeting, though you can't help but wonder what kind of shenanigans you'll get into by following Childe today. Besides, his excitement at seeing you fills your stomach with butterflies.
Childe hooks an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his personal space, and leaning down to whisper in your ear as if he was sharing a secret (really, he just wants an excuse to get close to you).
"I’ve booked the entire top floor of Xinyue Kiosk. No interruptions, just the best food in Liyue and... well, me."
Baizhu
Bubu Pharmacy is filled with the bittersweet aroma of drying herbs. Baizhu is meticulously weighing out a tea blend, Changsheng coiled loosely around his neck. He looks up as you enter, the corner of his lips turning into a soft smile, and his eyes gaining a particular glint. He had been expecting your arrival.
"Ah, just the person I was hoping to see," he says, gesturing to a small ceramic jar on the counter. "I’ve prepared a special blend of flower tea. It is sweet, with just a hint of silk flower nectar. It’s meant to soothe the heart."
Changsheng hisses a playful remark about his 'ulterior motives,' and Baizhu chuckles softly, adjusting his glasses.
"Ignore her. But do tell me... would you allow me to escort you to the Yujing Terrace tonight? I’d like to ensure your health, and your happiness, are well-tended to."
AKA how the genshin men would ask you out on Valentine's day
Diluc Ragnvindr
The Angel’s Share is unusually quiet when you arrive, the mid-morning sun filtering through the windows. Diluc is behind the bar, polishing a glass with methodical precision. He doesn't look up immediately, but his movements stiffen slightly as you approach. Without a word, he slides a glass toward you. Your eyes dart between the beverage and the red-haired man standing behind the counter. At first, you assumed it was a gesture of camaraderie; neither of you were big fans of this holiday, after all.
"The festival... it can be loud," he says, his voice a low rumble. "I’ve reserved the balcony at Dawn Winery for this evening. Away from the crowds."
You nod. That sounds perfectly understandable, especially coming from him, and you could definitely relate to his preference for some peace and quiet.
Then, he finally meets your gaze, his expression as stoic as ever, but there's something different in his eyes; a gentleness he reserves only for you.
"I would prefer to spend the occasion in your company. If you’ll have me."
Kaeya Alberich
Kaeya is leaning against the fountain in the plaza, tossing a small, glittering coin into the air and catching it. When he spots you, a smirk pulls at his lips, that familiar, playful look that usually means trouble. He pushes off the stone and saunters over, stopping just an inch closer than what might be considered "platonic." Yet, of course, captain Kaeya is known to be a bit of a mischievous flirt, so you don't take it personally -at least, that's what you tell yourself while your heart races like it's preparing for a marathon.
You fix Kaeya a well-rehearsed unamused look.
"You know, they say the Great Tree at Windrise is particularly beautiful under the moonlight on a day like today," he purrs, his voice dropping to a whisper. He brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, invading even more of your personal space.
"I'd hate for such a view to go to waste. Shall we see if the legends are true tonight? I promise I’ll be on my best behavior... mostly."
Albedo
You find Albedo at his outdoor crafting bench, so absorbed in a sketch that he doesn't notice you until you’re standing beside him. You peer over his shoulder, expecting to see another one of his masterpieces in the making; perhaps a study of the Dragonspine mountain, or a curious flower he found in the snow. Instead, the parchment is covered in intricate studies of your own features.
You step back in surprise and he blinks, looking from the paper to you. He doesn't look embarrased at all. He simply offers you a soft, genuine smile.
"I was attempting to calculate the exact chemical composition of 'sentiment' as it pertains to today's traditions," he explains, setting his charcoal down.
"I found that logic fails where you are concerned. Instead of a conclusion, I found a desire. Would you accompany me on a walk through the Whispering Woods? I’d like to observe the sunset with you."
Venti
The sound of a lyre draws you toward the hands of the Great Statue. Venti is perched there, his legs swinging over the edge, looking down at the bustling city below. You wave at him and a gush if wind pushes past you, lifting you slightly off your feet before he descends to meet you.
"The birds are singing of love, and the cider is flowing like water!" He chirps, turning to you with eyes that sparkle with his usual joyfulness. He strings his lyre one last time before setting it down and grabbing both of your hands.
"The tavern is far too stuffy for a day like this. I know a secret meadow where the dandelions never stop dancing. Let’s go! I've written a hundred verses for you, and the wind is just waiting to carry them."
Dahlia
The Cathedral is bathed in the cool, blue light of dusk by the time the final echoes of the choir fade. You find Dahlia in the shadow of the rose windows, tidying up prayer books with a focused, almost exhausted expression. He looks up as you approach, the dark circles under his eyes softening just a fraction. You give him a sympathetic smile, wishing you could do something to ease his exhaustion.
To your surprise, he tells you to wait and comes back with a small, neatly wrapped bundle of wildflowers.
"The festival... it’s quite noisy outside, isn't it?" he murmurs, his voice a soothing, low hum that vibrates in the quiet hall. He holds the bundle out to you, his fingers brushing yours for a lingering second. "I have a key to the bell tower... the view of the stars is clearer there, away from the street lamps."
He clears his throat, looking away toward the altar.
"If you aren't already occupied, I’d value the quietude of your company tonight."
So, I got this idea while reading a webtoon called "Changing the genre from angst to heartwarming." Hopefully, this will be a long-term project. It took me so many weeks of writing and rewriting to be happy with the first chapter.
I'm also thinking about an AU to write for Albedo 👀
There were two kinds of silence in the Sanctuary of Tenshukaku: the peace of meditation, and the suffocating hush that fell when a new girl was chosen to attend the “monster” that resided in the Exiled Palace. For centuries, the Sanctuary of Tenshukaku had devoted its days to the training of a select group of individuals, aiming to teach them the necessary techniques to conquer evil. Mina had just finished her training and she was -unluckily, as she would soon say- chosen to attend Prince Scaramouche… although “attendant” is a misleading label. It would be more accurate to say she would soon play the role of a guardian, but even then, her job description was not to protect the prince, but to protect everyone else from the prince’s curse.
Scaramouche was a cold indigo shadow with a gaze so piercing it felt like he was looking straight into your soul and laughing at your sins. No one dared to cross his path, and he had very few servants -whether it was because people were terrified of him or because he had little tolerance for “trash” remained a mystery, but the end result was the same altogether. He was a prince in title, son of Queen Ei -the goddess and absolute ruler of Inazuma-, but he had been exiled from the imperial palace a long time ago. For whatever reason, the Queen saw no use in him, and decided to discard him, barely letting him keep a title that, quite honestly, felt more like a shackle.
The prince hated being given “attendants.” He hated feeling watched, confined and managed. He was supposed to be the heir of a Goddess. He was supposed to be a God, and yet there he was, being assigned yet another babysitter. But The Elders said it was necessary. One of his many “flaws” was the destructive power he carried inside. Such power could only be contained using certain techniques developed and perfected over the years by the Sanctuary of Tenshukaku.
As The Elders finished their preparations -one brushing Mina’s hair, another going through the mantras with her one last time, and the last one fixing a protective amulet on the sash of her ceremonial clothes-, the silence was finally broken by very different sets of murmurs. Some were worried about Mina, some tried to reassure her, and some gossipped about the rumors surrounding the prince.
“I heard he once killed an attendant during the first day,” said a scrawny blonde girl.
“That can’t be possible, there are protocols and rules to prevent that kind of thing,” argued a brunette girl with glasses that were too big for her face.
“Maybe that’s why they were implemented,” said the blonde girl, and then added in response to her friend’s scolding expression, “well, I don’t know, but I certainly wouldn’t want to risk it. I wish her a long, long life because if she dies, one of us will be chosen.”
“Shush, she’s going to hear you. Don’t you think she’s scared enough already?”
(Y/N) stepped in then, she was often described as The Sun of Tenshukaku. She was, by far, one of the best priestesses the Sanctuary had ever trained. And she was currently in training to eventually become an Elder. There were Three Elders in total: Saleh, a stern woman with a no-nonsense policy, Eir, a bearded man with extensive knowledge on healing herbs, and Shuka, the “mother” of the Sanctuary. Saleh had personally taken (Y/N) under her wing with the goal of training her to become her replacement.
“You have nothing to worry about,” (Y/N) told Mina, placing a gentle but firm hand on her shoulder. “You were chosen for a reason: because you are capable. But if you feel too intimidated, you can think of it as carrying out your duty. You don’t have to talk to the prince while performing your duties if you don’t want to. Besides today, of course. You'll be meeting him for the first time and it would be mean not to even say ‘hello.’ Regardless, The Elders will be right there with you, and if anything happens, I'll be right next door, ready to go and help you.”
“You’re not staying to oversee the ceremony?” asked Mina. She was nervous. She knew it was supposedly an honor to be chosen for this role, but she wasn’t ready for it. Mina was an orphan rescued and raised by the Sanctuary; to repay their kindness, she had focused on working hard and excelling at everything she could, hoping to one day be useful. She didn’t expect to be this useful.
“Unfortunately, I’m not an Elder yet, so I can’t. But I can assure you that I will be paying close attention.”
(Y/N) watched as Mina and The Elders left the room. There was a heavy feeling in her chest. The Exiled Palace had always felt more like a jail to her.
♤
The elders nodded to each other, a silent clear signal: everything was ready. Without further ado, Mina was taken into the meeting room. She repeated the sacred mantras in her mind on a non-stop loop, trying to ease her own anxiety and fear. She was doing alright until she was guided to sit directly in front of the prince. Scaramouche barely looked at her before sighing in exasperation and rolling his eyes.
“Really? This is the best you could do?” He spoke, his voice cutting through the tension as he looked at the elders standing behind Mina's seat. To him, Mina looked like a scared and trembling mouse. He was used to being feared, but sending this girl here was like sending a lamb to slaughter.
“She is perfectly capable,” argued Saleh, fixing him with a warning gaze that did not faze him at all.
“Expendable, you mean,” scoffed the prince. “Just a little mouse you're not afraid of losing. Should I kill her right now? Maybe then you will put more effort next time, Saleh.”
“Enough,” said Eir, toying with his black bear, which was neatly maintained into a rather peculiar shape. “Our girls are not your toys.”
“Sure they aren't,” Scaramouche leaned forward, looking directly into Mina's eyes for the first time since the meeting started. “Toys are actually fun to play with.”
“How fitting,” chimed Shuka, clapping her hands just once to draw his attention. “Because you’re not going to play with my daughter.”
Scaramouche sighed. He was getting bored of this meeting.
“Fine. Shall we shake hands? Or are you too scared to touch me?” He said, lazily extending his hand toward Mina.
Mina's mind was fixated on the threat, however. Would the prince actually kill her if she made a wrong move? She swallowed her fear and took his hand, straightening her posture to look more composed and professional. But he knew. Oh, he knew. His indigo eyes had already caught onto the way her eyes widened in fear, how her breathing became more labored, and how even though her hand was stretched in his direction, her body was subtly leaning backwards, subconsciously seeking the protection of The Elders.
Scaramouche had really wanted to end the meeting and go back to his secluded life, but the sheer depth of her fear had begun to trigger something dangerous within him. The fear was like a drug. A drug that shoved open the door to the curse like an uninvited guest who believed they owned the place.
“How much, exactly, have you heard about me?” He asked, tightening his grip on her just enough to be able to feel the increasingly frantic rhythm of her pulse.
“I know everything I need to know,” Mina said, trying to sound brave. But her bravery was the final straw.
Of course, Scaramouche thought, all they care about is how dangerous I am and how much of a monster I am.
“Are you surprised?” He heard a voice speaking from somewhere around the room. It was disembodied, existing only within his mind, a twisted representation of everything he could never escape from. “You were created for this. A failure even before you came into being. Isn’t that why your mother abandoned you?”
“Get out,” he said, releasing Mina’s hand with a force that was more akin to pushing her off. It was a warning, a futile attempt at avoiding a tragedy. But Mina and the Elders didn’t see any mercy in his actions. On the contrary, they saw a threat that needed to be neutralized.
“Start the procedure,” said Saleh. Her long, white hair barely swayed as she drew the containment talismans from her pouch with the practiced, chilling efficiency of a surgeon.
“Look at that,” pointed out the disembodied voice, laughing at him. “She was already expecting this to happen. No one trusts you. All of this is just a carefully orchestrated dance of mockery. A prince? Please, you’re barely a shadow of your mother’s disappointment."
Before he knew it, he was being flanked by all three Elders, Saleh on his right, holding the talismans, Shuka on his left, ready to drape the silk vow-inscribed sash over him, and Eir behind him, unfurling the ceremonial shackles. Mina stood in front of him, grabbing onto the protective talisman with shaky hands; Saleh nodded, and she began to chant the sacred words. As the first syllables left her lips, the vow inscribed on the silk sash in Shuka's hands began to glow with a faint, deceptive light.
“What a joke,” continued the voice, unrelenting in its assault. “She’s so afraid of you that she can’t even pronounce the words right. Do you think she knows? About all the people you’ve killed? Like that little boy that once tried to be your friend, monster?”
“Shut up!” Scaramouche yelled, though he was not talking to anyone in the room. He wanted the voice to stop, but the rising panic was a fire in his veins. To make matters worse, the elders thought he was lashing out at poor Mina. And Mina genuinely thought she was about to die. Her voice became trapped in her throat and she stood perfectly still for a terrifying second before a bloodcurling yell broke through the walls of the palace.
♤
(Y/N) immediately stood up from her seat. She recognized the scream immediately and feared for the worst. Without a moment to waste, she sprinted across the hallway and threw open the door. What she saw inside nearly made her heart stop.
Mina was curled up by the foot of the couch, crying and praying like someone who has seen the end of their life. The Elders were frantically trying to hold the prince down, but they are old now, not as strong as they used to be. Although the prince was perhaps the most surprising sight.
Scaramouche was kneeling down, holding his head with a force that suggested that he would tear his own skull off if he could. His breathing was rapid, ragged and unstable, and the look in his eyes was that of someone whose mind had wandered far from the present moment, perhaps to another time or even another dimension of the mind.
(Y/N) noticed two things happening in that room. One, her retinue firmly believed that the prince was behaving with murderous intent. Two, the prince was likely relieving painful memories. (Y/N) didn’t see a monster. She saw someone going through a panic attack. She had seen that kind of reaction before -once or twice- in people with severe trauma.
She questioned herself, in that moment, if the ritual was as necessary as they had made her -and everyone else- believe. “It's the only thing powerful enough to contain the curse,” Saleh had once said. But right there and then, the string of connected talismans wrapped around the prince's torso looked more like chains, the shackles keeping his wrists tied together felt inhumane, almost degrading. And yet the sash was the most surprising of all; the fabric looked soft, draped above his head. Out of everything being used to contain the curse, the sash should've been the most gentle artifact, but the prince was desperately trying to get away from it -not from the chain nor the shackles that were actually leaving bruises on his skin.
Moved by her empathy, she did something no one else would have even thought of doing: she calmly approached him. She stopped in front of him, kneeling down to his eye level. From up close, (Y/N) noticed that the prince's eyes were wandering from one place to another, as if he was tracking the movement of something that was not really there. The elders tried to stop her, but she wasn’t swayed.
“(Y/N), step back!” shouted Saleh, trying to grab her sleeve but failing when the prince thrashed forward.
“Am I not ‘The Sun of Tenshukaku'?” She asked, using the title the elders themselves had given her.
“Well, yes, but that's precisely why we can't let you-” argued Saleh, trying to protest, trying to make her see sense.
“Then let me do what I need to do,” (Y/N) cut her off, her voice surprisingly defiant for someone who was talking to a superior.
“Y/N! You're my protege!” Saleh cried out, the desperation leaking through her usually stoic voice.
“And I don't need your protection right now,” (Y/N) said, finally looking Saleh in the eye. “I know what I'm doing.”
“Do not blame me if you get yourself killed,” said Saleh, crossing her arms and stepping back. Her jaw was clenched and her posture was rigid in a way that suggested she was done with her protegee’s nonsense.
Now that the elders had turned into background noise, (Y/N) turned her attention back to the prince.
“Your Highness, can you hear me?” She asked. Scaramouche didn’t respond with words, but she noticed the way he flinched after being addressed. “Your Highness, may I-” she stopped midsentence because he flinched again, as if hit by something.
Maybe he doesn’t like being called by his royal title, she thought.
“Scaramouche,” she tried again. He didn’t flinch this time. “I’m going to touch you, okay?” Her hand landed on his arm. His breathing hitched but he didn’t pull back. She didn’t move for a couple of minutes, letting him adjust to her hand and her presence.
From outside their little bubble, the Elders stared in confusion and awe. The monster they had expected to encounter was no longer lashing out. Inside the prince’s mind, the disembodied voice had begun to sound muffled, albeit still present. Then, his indigo eyes landed on hers.
“Good,” she whispered, keeping her voice gentle and soothing. For what it’s worth, (Y/N) is not in front of a terrifying man; she is in front of someone in need of comfort. She isn’t thinking about the prince’s past nor the rumors about his monstrous nature; she is thinking about the person having a meltdown, everything else is irrelevant. “Breathe with me. You're safe right now.”
You're safe.
Those words felt almost mocking from Scaramouche’s point of view.
What even is the meaning of safety for a being like me? He thought. When the world has taught me that the only sure thing in this rotten existence is that trust is the worst possible mistake I could ever make? Trusting only leads to betrayal.
As soon as he became conscious of (Y/N)’s hand on his arm, he moved his upper body so abruptly that he almost fell backwards. He wanted her to back away, to realize that she had made a mistake, to prove what the voice in his head knew all along.
She didn't.
“That's okay. I understand if you don’t want to be touched,” she said, respectfully leaning back until she was sitting on her heels instead. Such a simple action carried a heavy meaning: she had no intention of going anywhere.
Sure, Scaramouche was now looking at her like she was an annoying, buzzing fly that wouldn’t let him sleep, but in her eyes, that was progress. Not towards her in particular, maybe, but his breathing had slowed down significantly and he was no longer digging his own nails into his skull. He was no longer spiraling, and that was good enough for her.
“You’re annoying,” said Scaramouche. “And stupid. I could’ve killed you.”
(Y/N) didn’t argue. Nor did she take the bait. Deep down, she knew that the threat held no real meaning.
“But you didn’t,” she replied, gracefully curling her hands on her lap. “Nor did you attack Mina or the Elders,” she pointed out, looking directly at Saleh. She held her gaze before standing up. “I see no reason to continue with the containment protocol. Objectively speaking, the risk of the curse is not active enough to justify that, and we pride ourselves on the purity of our intentions. Don’t we?”
Saleh let out a hiss of breath through her teeth, though it was more akin to a kettle letting off steam than a sigh. The elder thought her protegee was blatantly using their own values against them.
“So it seems,” said Saleh, rather reluctantly. “But you're treading on very dangerous ground, (Y/N).”
“More dangerous than a procedure that causes more distress than necessary?” (Y/N) said with defiance, unconsciously taking a protective stance in front of Scaramouche, as if she was announcing to everyone in the room that they'd have to go through her first.
“We’re leaving then, but you’ll have to take care of Mina in our absence. The poor thing is still shaken,” were Saleh's final words, but in her eyes there was a familiar we'll talk about this later look. (Y/N) knew that as soon as she stepped back into the presence of the Elders, she would be met with the scolding of a lifetime.
Mina, meanwhile, was staring at (Y/N) with a mix of lingering fear and newfound admiration for the Sun of Tenshukaku.
“Mina, dear, take a stroll in the gardens. The flowers there are in full bloom this time of year. I’ll meet you there shortly,” said (Y/N), talking to her with a warmth that wasn’t there when she addressed the elders earlier.
Mina didn’t have to be told twice, she got to her feet and practically scurried out of the room, leaving (Y/N) alone with the prince.
“Pathetic,” Scaramouche scoffed then. “Couldn’t find a more cowardly babysitter, could you?”
He expected to be told to shut up, to be told that a monster like him did not have the luxury of choosing, and that if his new attendant was scared it was all because of him… that there was only one person to blame: him.
“I’m sorry,” (Y/N) said instead. “That shouldn’t have happened. She listened to too many rumors, but the only one who was harmed today was you. Please accept my apology in lieu of the whole Sanctuary.”
Scaramouche laughed, dropping himself down on the couch with a muffled thud. The chained talismans had already begun to loosen.
“You really are more stupid than I thought,” he said. “You shouldn’t place your trust in a monster like me. You should listen more to those rumors. Because they’re all true. All those people died because of me. So, you see, you’re defending a murderer.”
“Am I?” She asked. She did not believe that he was a murderer, even when he was apparently admitting to it in broad daylight. No, she knew that no cold-blooded killer would have that look in his eyes. But she also knew -from his tone of voice- that he firmly believed that “confession” to be true.
Scaramouche didn't reply this time, he simply dropped his gaze towards his lap, where his hands were still held together by the shackles.
“Let me take care of that,” (Y/N) said. Her tone was kind and gentle towards him, but she was frowning because she disapproved of the fact that the Elders left without freeing him.
The shackles were opened and closed by energy, and (Y/N) felt like a fool while concentrating her energy in just the right way to coax them open. She had been trained on how to use them, and yet it was not until she actually saw them in action -and the bruised skin beneath the metal- that she began to understand the underlying cruelty she had been trained to uphold.
“I'm sorry,” she apologized again while setting the shackles aside.
“You say that a lot,” Scaramouche replied, though his voice had lost a lot of bite.
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Welcome! Today's heartfelt delusion takes on a spicy route. This is how I imagine the genshin men are in bed. NSFW. MDNI.
Featuring: Albedo, Diluc, Kaeya, Venti.
I would have liked to include Dahlia and Durin because their designs are so good but I stopped playing GI after Sumeru came out and I still haven't caught up to meeting them. Besides I don't even know if Dahlia is an adult. I wanted to challenge myself by writing for characters I don't simp for. Anyway, enjoy.
Albedo
◇ Libido: In terms of libido, Albedo falls on the lower end of the spectrum. Albedo is a man who doesn't let his impulses get the better of him. He is absolutely devoted to his work, and has never had any interest in sexuality beyond scientific knowledge. As you can imagine, he is very knowledgeable in the subject, he's read all about anatomy and what sex means for humans from a sociology standpoint... but he does lack practical experience (field experience, as he would put it).
◇ How easy is it to turn him on? Not very easy, but not impossible either. This man can see you in your underwear or flat out naked and he will admire your body from an artistically view, but he won't exacly be tempted into sexual territory. You have to be careful, though, because he will turn YOU on without meaning to. It's the things he says and how he touches you with reverence only to walk away and leave you flustered (and a bit confused).
Quiet honestly, if you want to make love with him, you will have to tell him or else he won't get the memo. It's not that he's oblivious, but he's still not sure about the boundaries of your relationship and he wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable. After you tell him, though, he will tell you to give him some time. Why? Because Albedo is a perfectionist. He wants to have all the variables under control. He wants to create the perfect setting. Most importantly, he wants to make sure he will satisfy you, so he will shift his research towards spicy topics.
On the plus side, after you tell him how important sex is for you, he will definitely keep it in mind to initiate contact more often. He wants to keep you happy and fulfilled, after all.
◇ Stamina: Oh, sex with him lasts for hours. Mainly because Albedo takes his time with foreplay and prefers to focus on you before going inside you. Yes, he will make you orgasm more than once before he goes deep into you. That being said, he also lasts surprisingly long and can take you for a couple of rounds if you're up for it.
◇ Size: Albedo isn't particularly big, but he isn't small by any means. His cock is just the right size to keep you wrapped around him and begging for more.
◇ Favorite position: Whichever allows you to be his pillow princess. Honestly, he just wants to see your face contort in pleasure while you beg for more, or feel your nails run down his back.
◇ Kinks: He is open to try almost anything. If you tell him that you'd like to try new things, be prepared to become his new favorite experiment. He will absolutely delight in the reactions and sounds he can elicit from you. In true Albedo way, he keeps a notebook where he writes what made you orgasm faster, what made you uncomfortable, and any areas of improvement. His personal favorite is when your submissive and he can do anything he wants to your precious lovely body. If you let him aphrodisiac on you, expect him to keep using it VERY often. On the other hand, anything that includes degradation or physical harm he would prefer to avoid; if you ask him to, he will explore it, but hurting you doesn't sit right with him.
Diluc
◇ Libido: I imagine Diluc as someone who can only feel sexual attraction after an emotional connection has been established. After you two are in a relationship, however, he will definitely want to make love with you. Now, I use "making love" because that's the term he prefers, "having sex" just doesn't cut it for him. His libido isn't particularly high, but it tends to skyrocket on certain days. Like he will be calm most of the time, but when he feels needy, he feels NEEDY with capital letters. During those days, he is not afraid of borderline begging you to come to bed with him.
◇ How easy is it to turn him on?: Relatively easy, but only because it's you. If anyone else tried to, he would simply walk away and feel nothing. The easiest way to turn him on is to wear revealing clothes around him; if you like wearing sexy lingerie, he will definitely buy A LOT for you to wear. It also helps if you whisper in his ear about how much you need him, although on rare occassions he might ask you to postpone. Like I said, Diluc sees the act as making love, and as such, he won't initiate if he feels like he can't give you his all. Another trick to get him to fu-make love with you is to purposefully get close to Kaeya in front of Diluc. Jealous Diluc is something else.
◇ Stamina: While he does have enough stamine to last for a couple of rounds, he prefers not to because Diluc doesn't like feeling like he's using you for sex. If you ask him to keep going, he will, but usually he will stop after the both of you have climaxed once. Aftercare and foreplay are very important for him, so you can expect to feel like a princess when you're being intimate.
◇ Size: Diluc is bigger than average, although not so much that it would hurt you (smaller than Kaeya, ha, but don't tell him).
◇ Favorite position: Oh, he wants you to feel like a princess, so he will rest your head on the pillows and keep your legs wrapped around his hips while he fills you with his cock. He will use one hand to encourage your legs to stay like this while his other hand is intertwined with yours. Diluc also loves making eye contact with you while making love, it allows him to notice the shifts in your expression to know when you're close to the edge so that he can adjust his thrusts accordingly.
◇ Kinks: I imagine Diluc would be very vanilla, placing more importance on the romantic side of sexual intimacy. No particular kinks involved, but he does like being the top 100%. If you have any kinks of your own, though, he will gladly explore them with you.
Kaeya
◇ Libido: Oh, you know Kaeya has a realy high libido. This man would fuck you multiple times a day if he could. He would not, however, make you feel forced into anything. Before you start dating, he will make do with satisfying himself while thinking of you. After you're dating, he will say dirty things and use innuendos to gauge your desire, and once he knows that you want him back, he will tempt you in public situations to see how you struggle to maintain composure. Whispering in your ear while you talk to Jean, slipping his hand to squeeze your thigh under the table at Good Hunter of Angel's Share... As a side note, while he would be fine with being fuck buddies if that's what you wanted, Kaeya is surprisingly a romantic and would prefer to be your official lover; he introduces you as his anywhere you go.
◇ How easy is it to turn him on?: Dangerously easy. You don't even have to do anything on purpose to get Kaeya hard. Seriously, you could do something innocent and he will feel his erection strain against his pants. For example? If you sit beside him and your clothes show some cleavage, he'll be fantasizing about groping your breasts and twisting your nipples to get those sweet sounds from your lips. If you're wearing a short skirt, he'll start getting hard as soon as he sees your thighs and remembers how good they feel against his face while he eats you out. You could even be covered from head to toe but the moment you bend over and he gets to see your ass? Oh, he's gone.
On the other hand, if you purposefully try to turn him on, you should also be ready to be sore for the rest of the day.
◇ Stamina: The Cavalry Captain can go for many rounds without tiring. If you have the time, be prepared to make love for hours on end. You see, after cumming, he will continue to make you cry for him by using his fingers, tongue, and even toys to keep you begging for more while his cock gets hard again. If you don't have enough time, though, Kaeya is also a big fan of quick, rougher sessions. Maybe he needs to head out on a mission, but he won't leave the house without cumming inside you.
◇ Size: Kaeya is big and he knows it, which is why he's gentle with you at first to make sure that he's not hurting you. Once you get used to his size, he will be rougher with you, especially if he can tell that you like it when he pounds into you.
◇ Favorite position: You may think that his favorite thing is to be buried deep between your thighs, but Kaeya actually prefers eating you out. He loves your taste AND how you grind against his face. He could be there for hours. His second favorite is to fuck you against the wall while he carries your weight in his arms and your legs are wrapped around his hips. He gets high from knowing that you won't be able to move away from him. His third favorite is when you ride him; Kaeya feels mesmerized by the sight of you bouncing on his lap.
◇ Kinks: Edging. Kaeya loves getting you to the edge and then withdrawing while you're left there begging him to continue. He's not cruel, though, so he will make up for it by giving you the best orgasm of your life later on. Public sex. Kaeya will often fuck you in his office or ask you to give him oral while you're hidden under his desk. Not so secretely, he would love to experience a threesome with you, but only if you're comfortable with the idea, and he would let you choose the third person to make sure that you feel heard.
Venti
◇ Libido: Venti, to me, is a bit of a surprise. As an archon, he hadn't really given sexuality any thought. He recognizes it as part of being alive, but he had never looked at someone and thought about wanting to fuck them. Do not make the mistake of thinking this makes him innocent. After you start dating, he actually starts to wonder what it would be like to share this level of intimacy with you, but he will only make a move if you give him signs that you're sexually attracted to him. Once you've made love once or twice, Venti's libido will spike and he will seek intimacy with you more often.
◇ How easy is it to turn him on?: Surprisingly easy. Your moans are ingrained in his memories as if they were his favorite melody. He gets harder if you moan in his ear than if you wear revealing clothes, so there's a tip for you. If you like being the top, it will be easier for you to get Venti turned on, especially if you whisper all of the things you'd like to do with him. Drunk Venti is dangerous, though, so don't tempt him unless you want to know what the God of Freedom is like when he decides to take said freedom away from you... congratulations on unlocking dominant Venti.
◇ Stamina: Despite being an archon, his stamina isn't especially high. If you're a top, he will cum ridiculously soon, but he is able to cum more than once, so have fun with that. If you're a bottom, Venti will take his time to prep you up; he will start by worshipping your body with his hands and pressing kisses all over your skin, then, he will stay between your thighs for a long time, savoring how you taste on his tongue. Only then, he will slide his dick inside of you. He does it in this way because he doesn't trust himself to not cum in a matter of minutes once your warmth envelops his dick.
◇ Size: Venti is honestly average, nothing special when it comes to sizing, BUT he has other skills to ensure that you're thoroughly satisfied. His fingers aren't just skilled with a lyre, and his tongue isn't just wonderful for singing.
◇ Favorite position: Ah, top!Venti likes to experiment with different positions, but his favorite is with his face buried in the crook of your neck. While sub!Venti likes any position that you want to take him in (yes, even pegging). He also really likes oral, whether it's him eating you out or you swallowing his cum. He is a switch, so it might be better if you are one too.
◇ Kinks: Edging. BUT unlike Kaeya, he likes to be the one being edged instead of edging you. Venti also prefers to do it raw; he'll try to pull out and paint your belly with his cum. If you're giving him oral, then he prefers watching you swallow his cum; bonus points if you take your time to clean his dick with your tongue afterwards.
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Today's heartfelt delusion features Tighnari and Albedo. Currently working on Gorou, Wanderer and Venti. Feel free to ask for your fave 🐾
Tighnari
Ah, Tighnari is such a sweetheart. He has a whole routine planned out for your nights together.
First, he checks-up on your wellbeing; he will ask if you're propely hydrated, if you ate well or if you skipped any meals, if you feel tired... if there's anything you need at all, he will provide it for you. You're his mate and he will be damned if he doesn't take proper care of you.
Then, he will check on your emotions. If it was a rough day, he will listen and comfort you until you feel better; if there's anything he can do to take the stress from your shoulders, he will. If you were separated during the day, he will ask all about your day and listen attentively to every little detail. He does love the sound of your voice, it helps him unwind and relax. Seriously, if you recorded a message for him, he would listen to it on repeat. You can't hide anything from him, by the way. You may try, but his ears notice the subtle changes in your heartbeat and breathing, and his nose is sensitive enough to pick up on changes in your scent. Overtime, he's become an expert in knowing if you're sad, frustrated or angry
Tighnari prefers to have time to cuddle before the both of you have to sleep. It's his favorite time of day: to hold you, to feel your warmth, and to drown himself in your scent. He will sit down and place you between his legs so he can hug you from behind and bury his face in your hair or neck. Do let him indulge, he won't let you go until he's sure that he won't forget your scent.
On other occasions, when he's had a particularly stressful day or after a long separation (which might just be a couple of hours in his book), he will lay his head on your chest. The sound of your hearbeat lulls him to sleep. And if you run your hands through his hair? Oh boy, he will absolutely melt. Congratulations, you won't be able to move until your fox boyfriend has decided that he's had enough.
Then, when it's time to sleep, he prefers to be the big spoon. Tighnari keeps his arms around you, tail draped over your legs, and face buried in the back of your neck. He would like to do this from the front as well, but he's well aware that his ears would tickle your face, so he settles for this position instead.
Speaking of which, if you grab his tail while he hugs you, he won't complain but he will make soft noises and you will feel his tail twitch in your hands. If you misinterpret things and move your hands away, his tail will thump against your legs until you grab it again.
In the morning, he usually wakes up first and stays in bed for a few minutes to watch you sleep. After that, he will kiss your forehead before getting up and preparing breakfast for the both of you, making sure that you start your day without skipping any meals. If you wake up first and try to get up, he will whine and pull you back into his arms. If you insist in getting up, he will wake up and ask you to stay. If you offer to cook breakfast, he will be a little hesitant at first, not because he disliked your cooking but because he's clingier than he's willing to admit; he will let you go eventually and offer to help you.
Albedo
Albedo is not known for being the most emotionally warm person out there. He is more rational than emotional, after all, but that won't stop him from taking care of you.
Similar to Tighnari, he will check on you before you fall asleep, but his attentions make you feel like he's going through a carefully curated mental checklist. If it's emotional support that you need, you will have to be patient with him and tell him what would help you in that moment. He will gladly listen to you all night long if necessary. If you need to be held, he will be a bit awkward the very first time, but once he learns that physical touch grounds and soothes you, he will start initiating contact as soon as he notices the telltale signs of your distress. Like I said, just be patient with him, he's unfamiliar with human emotions and he's only ever had Klee to take care of, so you're a new subject for him... although one he is very invested in being an expert in.
Going back in time, the first time you share a bed is when an unexpected blizzard traps you together in Dragonspine. As night falls, you began to fall alseep. He wrapped a blacket around you and continued his experiment. But as soon as he noticed that you were shivering under the blanket, he stoked the fire and sat next to you, covering the both of you with the blanket and sharing his body heat with yours. It did start as a purely practical solution, but the alchemist soon realized that not only did he like the experience, but he also slept way better than ever before that night with you in his arms. He might make a habit of stalling your departure in hopes that you will have to sleep in Dragonspine next to him again.
Now, after you two officially start sleeping together every night, you will have to be understanding of his work because it is usual for Albedo to stay up late at night and go to sleep way after you have already fallen asleep. This is why he prefers it when you sleep in Dragonspine, because that way he can glance at you every now and then while he works. He knows, however, that Dragospine is really cold and you may not be comfortable every night, so he won't force you to stay there. But if you need him and actually tell him to stop working and come with you, he will sigh and put his tools away as soon as he can (just wait until he stabilizes the alchemical reactions).
Once you're in bed, though, he prefers to sleep with your head on his shoulder or chest. He finds that he feels comforted when your weight is on top of him, so please use him as your personal pillow. Even in those nights when he goes to bed later than you, he gently moves you to adopt this position.
Albedo is not a clingy person by any means. But when he's asleep? That's when he lets his clinginess show. He will complain in his sleep if you move away from him. If he's already awake and you want to move, he will hide the disappointment but his hands still find ways to touch you: tucking a strand of your hair away behind your ear, subtly touching your shoulder with his, lingering touches every time he hands you something...
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I had to rewrite because I accidentally deleted the post before I was finished 😭
Some of my favorite words and phrases to describe a character in pain
coiling (up in a ball, in on themselves, against something, etc)
panting (there’s a slew of adjectives you can put after this, my favorites are shakily, weakly, etc)
keeling over (synonyms are words like collapsing, which is equally as good but overused in media)
trembling/shivering (additional adjectives could be violently, uncontrollably, etc)
sobbing (weeping is a synonym but i’ve never liked that word. also love using sob by itself, as a noun, like “he let out a quiet sob”)
whimpering (love hitting the wips with this word when a character is weak, especially when the pain is subsiding. also love using it for nightmares/attacks and things like that)
clinging (to someone or something, maybe even to themselves or their own clothes)
writhing/thrashing (maybe someone’s holding them down, or maybe they’re in bed alone)
crying (not actual tears. cry as in a shrill, sudden shout)
dazed (usually after the pain has subsided, or when adrenaline is still flowing)
wincing (probably overused but i love this word. synonym could be grimacing)
doubling-over (kinda close to keeling over but they don’t actually hit the ground, just kinda fold in on themselves)
heaving (i like to use it for describing the way someone’s breathing, ex. “heaving breaths” but can also be used for the nasty stuff like dry heaving or vomiting)
gasping/sucking/drawing in a breath (or any other words and phrases that mean a sharp intake of breath, that shite is gold)
murmuring/muttering/whispering (or other quiet forms of speaking after enduring intense pain)
hiccuping/spluttering/sniffling (words that generally imply crying without saying crying. the word crying is used so much it kinda loses its appeal, that’s why i like to mix other words like these in)
stuttering (or other general terms that show an impaired ability to speak — when someone’s in intense pain, it gets hard to talk)
staggering/stumbling (there is a difference between pain that makes you not want to stand, and pain that makes it impossible to stand. explore that!)
recoiling/shrinking away (from either the threat or someone trying to help)
pleading/begging (again, to the threat, someone trying to help, or just begging the pain to stop)
Feel free to add your favorites or most used in the comments/reblogs!
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