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WARNING: A bit NSFW towards the middle but nothing graphic.
Cyno x GN! Reader
A little note: I had some requests about making Tighnari and Scaramouche versions of Wooing You, and I’ll be working on those soon! It might take a while especially for Scaramouche since he is going to appear soon and I want to see how much he will change to be able to fit some sort of idea with him XD. So Tighnari’s will be first!
Cyno wasn’t sure what got you grumpy all of a sudden.
Actually, grumpy might not be the right word. You were mad about something and he wasn’t sure what.
It started when he invited you to Nilou’s dance show. You seemed to not be in the right mood that day.
Nilou had come over to talk to you both, and you were especially silent.
“Hopefully my dances were alright!” “Your dancing was quite nice, you looked like a happy lizard.” “...I’m not sure if that was a compliment.”
When Nilou left, Cyno was going to ask you if you were okay, but somehow you ninja’d your way out of the scene. How the hell did you even do that? He was the Mahamatra; no one escaped that easily.
After that he went looking for you, but you were actually nowhere to be seen.
He asked around, and somehow he missed you by 0.1 second every single time.
And then a few days went by and everyday he went to Gandarvha Ville, but apparently you filled your schedule up like crazy because you were in the forest everyday now.
“Tighnari I need you to fire Y/N.” “I think you mean you want to see them right?”
Cyno explained the situation to his friend. Tighnari listened intently as he was also worried about you. You never took up so many tasks before, and when he lectured you for hours about taking breaks, you told him to keep scolding you.
He immediately knew something was up, or you were a masochist.
Once Cyno was done explaining, Tighnari pieced together what he heard.
Now, Tighnari had his fair share of relationships (though they all ended pretty quickly since he prioritized work more than anything), so he had an idea of what might be going on.
The thing was, did he want to tell Cyno? Relationships are all about the process, just telling him might just feel like cheating the process.
He’ll just give him some hints.
Strategy I: Leaving gifts
Cyno knew your likes and dislikes like the back of his hand.
How could he call himself your partner if he didn’t even know what you’d like?
So he got everything you liked from the desert while arresting some of the scholars and researchers here and there.
When he was in Sumeru City he got your favorite foods.
He went ‘shopping’ in Aaru Village, and met Candace along the way.
She smiled at the bags of goodies. “Wow, is it Y/N’s birthday?”
“No, they’re not feeling so good.” “Oh, no wonder there’s so many things! What did you get to cheer them up?”
He handed the bags to her proudly. “Only the finest things.”
Candace opened the bags, looked at the contents, and handed Cyno back the bags.
She then walked away silently.
When Cyno arrived at Gandharva Ville, he was excited to show Tighnari what he got for you.
“Wow! That’s a lot of stuff!” Tighnari smiled as he opened one of the bags. “They’ll really like it-”
The bag he opened was filled with dead scarab beetles.
He looked at the other bags with dread.
Bird eggs, pieces of raw meat from unknown animals, half of a cacti…is that a bag full of sand?
“All grown and produced in the desert like Y/N wanted,” Cyno chuckled while rubbing his nose before taking out another bag that smelled greatly like mold. “And here’s their favorite coconut charcoal cake. I bought this a week ago but it should still be fine.”
“Alright, in order to keep my rangers alive I have to confiscate all of this.” “Haha I think so too…wait what?”
Strategy II: Writing a Letter
“You can’t go wrong with a letter,” Tighnari handed over a draft. “Here, I wrote a sample of what you should write to Y/N.”
Cyno read over it before looking up. “This looks good, but why is it my fault they’re angry?”
Tighnari sighed. “Did you not think it over like I told you to?”
“I did, but I don’t know what I did wrong.”
“Think harder!” Cyno closed his eyes and thought as hard as he could.
Everything started when you went to Nilou’s show. You were happy before until he asked you to go. Then you were angry. Didn’t talk much when Nilou came over…wait, could it be?
Was it because you didn’t eat lunch that day?
“No I’m pretty sure whatever you’re thinking about isn’t the right answer,” Tighnari sighed.
“They’re jealous,” Cyno blinked before swallowing nervously.
You? Jealous of what?
“Nilou, they’re jealous of Nilou,” Cyno gaped at the boy. “It doesn’t make sense they weren’t happy on that specific day, Cyno. And you complimented her too.”
You never striked as a jealous person to him. Heck you shipped him with all kinds of people before you two started dating. But now you guys are dating. Could it be that he was insensitive?
“-and honestly I never heard you compliment Y/N before,” the fennec boy continued. At this Cyno snorted. “I give them compliments all the time!”
“You mean that time you said they were as cute as a fluffy Sumpter Beast? Or that time you said they were sexy like a cacti in the desert? How did you even come up with that?”
“Cactuses are deadly but the water in them is everyone’s desire,’”Cyno argued, but now he thought it was stupid too.
Tighnari sighed. “You must have said something normal to make them react like that.”
“Yeah, I did compare her to a lizard. I guess it is a lot better than being called a desert plant.” “...what?”
So Cyno went on to write his letter. He forcefully stayed in Tighnari’s room just writing up the letter with all his feelings. He wanted you to know how he felt, how he really knew you were his soulmate.
By the time it was morning, he had written over 27 pages.
‘Right, scholars’ habits of writing essays,’ Tighnari thought as he smiled at the pile. “Y/N’s definitely not going to read all that, but they’ll be happy at least.’
Cyno brought it to your door, and put it down with a padisarah flower on top.
When he came by to check on it again, it was already gone.
Strategy III: Confrontation
It was now the fifth day since he last saw you. He was getting super desperate now.
He thought the letter would reach you, but you still didn’t come find him.
So he went to find you again.
Tighnari gave him your schedule and he went into the forest to search for his beloved.
‘I gave them enough space right?’ Cyno thought as he got to the area where you were supposed to be. ‘Or is it too soon? It’s probably too soon.’
Just as he finished thinking he stopped at the small waterfall.
You were supposed to be here. He hid in the trees as he peered around.
Finally, he saw you.
You, the naked you.
Why were you naked?
Cyno choked when you appeared washing yourself at the waterfall, your naked body in full glory under the sun.
You heard his choked gasp and turned to his direction.
And there you saw him, standing in shock with blood dripping down his nose.
“Cyno?” “Y-Y-Y/N?”
Cyno looked won at the schedule Tighnari gave him, the red circle around the one time that said: ‘shower-DO NOT GO THERE’.
“I-I’M SORRY FOR ALL I’VE DONE,” Cyno shouted in desperation, not knowing what to do. “PLEASE FORGIVE ME! I LOVE YOU!”
“Y/N!” A few rangers appeared. “Oh my gosh the Mahamatra is peeping on Y/N!”
Nabil was shocked when an arrest notice on the general came.
Strategy IV: Y/N
You finally gathered the courage to go find your man.
Truth to be told you missed him a lot, and honestly after reading his letters you knew the misunderstandings had increased.
You were in fact, not jealous about anything.
What really happened was…well, you were going to tell Cyno about that.
So you went to find him in the one place you knew where he would be.
You finally arrived at Caravan Ribat, where you saw Cyno and a man sitting at a table with their decks out.
“Wow this is your tenth loss Cyno, what happened?” “I left my best cards with the love of my life.”
“Hey Cyno,” you chirp, and the boy flinched so hard his knee hit the bottom of the table.
“Y/N!” He got up immediately and hugged you. The man took the cue to leave the scene.
“Did you get my letters?” “Yes, I did. I’m actually here about it.”
Cyno urged you to sit on the bench and he sat next to you while holding both of your hands.
He bit his lip as you lowered your eyes with so much guilt, and he was already thinking of all the possible things you could say.
Do you forgive him? Did you already find someone else? As long as you’re happy he’s happy, unless it’s Al-Haitham you fell for.
“Cyno I-,” you started to say before Cyno leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours. He savored your sweet soft lips, the way you sigh into his warmth. He missed this so much that he would turn the world upside down just for you.
He moved back just slightly, leaning his forehead against yours as he stared with half-lidded eyes at your now red lips before meeting your eyes again.
You both were blushing like mad, and the erumites around you were silently swearing at you two for the public display of affection.
“I invited you to Nilou’s dance because you said you liked to watch her dance,” Cyno explained as softly as he could, not wanting to ruin the moment.
“I know,” you nodded. “You told me that in the letter. And yes, I’m here about that. Cyno, I have something to say.”
“Okay,” the boy gulped as he closed his eyes, bracing at your response.
“Don’t get angry.” “Okay.” “Don’t kill me.” “I would never hurt you.”
“I may have uh…lost your cards.”
“Don’t worry about it-wait, what did you say?”
Cyno pulled back immediately, his face turning into pure shock. “You lost my limited edition cards?”
You nod slowly as you gripped your bag. “I realized I lost it the day you invited me out…I didn’t know how to tell you and I was trying to find a way to buy a new set of cards…”
You reached into your bag and pulled out freshly bought cards. “Only two of them are special cards, but I know they can’t replace your limited editions. I’m sorry Cyno, I got careless. They must have cost you a fortune. I’ll pay you back, just give me some time!”
Cyno stared at the cards before letting out a snort followed by a small laugh. “Y/N I’m not angry. These are just cards.”
Now it was your turn to be surprised. “But you treasured them!”
“And I treasure you more,” Cyno held your chin gently before leaning forward again and pecking you on the forehead. He smiled. “You mean more to me than anything, my sweet cacti.”
You smile back and Cyno helps you up from the bench.
“Now let's go get some food,” Cyno said- before he passed out with foam coming out of his mouth.
“Cyno!” You screamed in horror as the boy twitched on the ground.
“...You mean more to me than cards…,” he muttered while foaming. “My…limited edition…”
Yep, it was going to take a while to recover from this.
Your the traveler who's not from this world and hasn't experienced what alphas, betas and omegas are. But your still an incredibly powerful Alpha with the strongest of scents. The rest of the omega characters are scrambling in their attraction to you.
Characters: Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Zhongli
Diluc
Everyone was surprised when he presented as an omega. Outsiders probably assumed her was an Alpha with how he acts but every Mondstadt citizen knows his real secondary gender.
Untraditional omega. At least for other nations. Mondstadt was pretty progressive as the city of freedom but he still couldn't escape the comments. He was far from the delicate and soft image of an omega. Doesn't care anyways, he has work to do.
Never saw himself settling down or gaining a mate, despite plenty of Alphas and Betas throwing themselves at him. He even got a few Omegas vying for him. Especially Alphas, who annoyed him with their scents and posturing.
Then comes you, an outlander who saves the city and dubbed "Honorary Knight". Your scent was stronger than any Alpha he's met. Absolutely unique and enticing, it surprised him how his discipline was crumbling down and for the first time in a long while, he felt like a young omega in the presence of a potential mate.
It wasn't just your scent. You were scarily strong and powerful enough to wield multiple elements without a vision. Like a true Alpha you were reliable and unrelenting. His favorite thing about you was letting your actions speak for themselves, you barely talked but you had a comforting presence and ready hand to help.
Has a competence kink I swear. You accomplish all of your commissions in record time and still help everyone out, including him. Everyone knows once your on the job there will be no mistakes. Had to restrain himself from scenting you seeing you work at his tavern and it was the best business they had in a while.
His instincts were screaming at him that you were the ideal mate. That he had to get to you now before someone like Kaeya does. But he was still so shy when it comes to courting. He doesn't even know if you think of him as a viable omega.
Is so lost. He was taught proper omega etiquette and courting as a noble but he's never thought to use them and isn't used to acting like an omega. It leads to some fumbling with his gloves, spreading his pheromones out hoping to catch you attention.
Makes him melt when you don't care about his untraditional omega behavior. In fact, as someone not of this world you didn't even care about secondary genders. You just saw people and you saw Diluc as strong and reliable, not caring if it wasn't very omega of him to provide for you, to offer a place in his territory.
It makes him even more sure you were the right mate. Now he just has to get your attention and bat away all the other omegas who were coming out of the woodwork.
Still a beauty of an omega. Despite how much he acts and presents, his hair is soft and fluffy, face still holding omega softness, round doe-eyes, and scent like dark decadent chocolate and grapes. Gulps whenever your close and towers over him, your scent mixing with his makes his head spin.
His future heats will definitely be spent trying and failing not to think of you. He usually has more control but as always, when your involved, it doesn't last long. Its afterwards that he commits to the idea of inviting you for dinner.
Kaeya
This man uses his omega side to his advantage. Gets all the Alphas and Betas to do as he wants with a secret smile. Before they know it, they've already done his work for him.
Knew early on he could just trick people with his flowery scent and a few submissive turns of his neck. Isn't ashamed of doing so. Not his fault people hold biases and have little restraint when it comes to a pretty omega in need.
People who know him well enough know not to underestimate him. He was still Calvary Captain after all. He had their respect by being capable and wasn't afraid to order them around. Just another point for a progressive city of wind.
He was still wonderful with kids and number one grandson to all the elderly people. Not so untraditional compared to certain other omegas. But don't be fooled, he's very much guarded and averse to genuine vulnerability. While he acts like a delicate omega he's never let his guard down.
Until a new brazen alpha waltzed into the city and fought off a dragon in aeriel battle. As soon as you glided down into the plaza he was assaulted by such a strong scent it made him pause in surprise. Ignoring his inner omega purring he was even more suspicious of your arrival.
The whole time he was studying you and your intentions. To back up your dominating pheromones, you were a skilled fighter and possessed powers no one had. He didn't trust your offer to help until time had past, here you were still running around doing errands for people, errands that cocky Alphas would disdain like babysitting and cooking food. As a legendary hero this should be below you but the fame hardly registers for you.
You were a classic heroic Alpha of anyone's dreams but you never think of secondary genders or abuse your scent. He was good at reading people, so he knew you were sincere and he couldn't help but feel something as you looked him in the eye without any care about being an omega. Traditions and cultural expectations weren't a thing for you and he was a lot more appreciative for it. He liked spending time around you from then.
Your obliviousness to secondary genders just makes him act even harder as an omega, trying to get through that attitude of yours. He welcomed a challenge. But some part of him was rather sincere in his attempts, knowing you were the perfect mate. So when you compliment him back he stutters and blushes.
What's worse is that his omega side comes out more often when you do things. Your playing with Klee? Suddenly has baby fever and wants you to take responsibility. Offer him a room in your teapot mansion? If you listen close enough he's purring like an engine, pleased his not Alpha was providing for him.
His heat was tolerable at best before. Now it was a bit unbearable with knowledge of your very helpful nature. His mind goes wild with fantasies of you arriving and taking care of him. He's very touched starved, so a simple touch from you short circuits him. If you ever gift him with anything, he'll guiltily hold it close to him as he waits for his heat to pass.
Childe
Untraditional omega no.2 and no one denies it. He never conforms to his secondary gender. Fighting and getting stronger is the only thing he focuses on. Alphas are too scared to approach him much less Omegas. He doesn't care, their all weak. Why would he need to pay attention to what they think?
If anyone is surprised he was a Harbringer and an omega, they won't say anything out of fear. It didn't take long for him to strike fear in their hearts that whatever comments they make even in private, disappear. Never thinks about his omega sides or needs unless they involve his family, like Teucer.
Speaking of, his family is supportive of his ambitions but they wonder how he'll ever find a mate. Meanwhile Childe has a one hard rule, if they couldn't beat him in a fight, they weren't potential mates!
So that's when you come in. He immediately wanted to fight you once he caught whiff of your scent. He was intrigued after hearing La Signoras reports but meeting you in person made him sure you were cut above the rest. Your scent and presence dominated every Alpha in proximity. Clearly, you were powerful.
Then came your fight in the Golden Chamber. While he made his escape after you defeated his Foul Legacy, he was pleased having found a worthy mate. In his eyes there was no one else suitable. Which is why he was quick to ask for weekly spars, while he worked to beat you his long silenced omega side was purring in your presence.
The way you helped a lost Teucer back to him only made it worse. Being good with kids, especially his siblings, was an immediate green flag for him. He loved your dedication to your family and your power as a fighter. It starts with him butting in your life whenever your were nearby. You've agreed on a truce but you never let your guard down in front of him. Something he took as a challenge.
Expect lots of gifts. From thoughtfully handmade crafts to expensive jewelry. They all have his scent on them. It was an obvious intention of courting but you had no clue for courting rituals and you never imagined a person like him trying to find a mate. He'll treat you to whatever meal you want, pleased you don't care that an omega was providing for you.
Gets a lot of letters from his family about you. They were happy he found a potential mate who didn't care for his 'quirks' and heard plenty of good things from Teucer. If he sees you playing and taking care of his little brother, prepared to almost be pounced on.
His heats are always spent fighting, letting out his arousal and need to produce through violence. It tires him out by the end that he just sleeps through it. Now he dreams of you losing your cool during a sparring match with him and finally pinning him down, taking your prize.
Zhongli
Liyue was one of the nations like Mondstadt who never oppressed their omegas or expected them to be weak. Omegas in positions of power were common sight. All because their own Archon was an omega. Even with Rex Lapis gone, omegas were still considered equals.
Zhongli was another one who appeared like an Alpha, but people would be mistaken to know he was an omega. Despite being old fashioned, he was still wise and strong, ignoring every Alpha and Beta suitor that took interest in him. Either out of ignorance for modern ways of flirtation or disinterest.
His entire life had been dedicated to looking after Liyue, now in his retirement he gets to enjoy a mortal life. That includes dealing with secondary genders. It never occurred to him that he could find a potential mate. After centuries of being around, the thought never seemed possible.
Of course, a traveler comes to prove him wrong. Seeing you enter the restaurant he was hit with a scent stronger than his own. It was different to anything he'd experience, but as an outlander it made sense. He kept his eye on you the whole time. Watching how you moved, how you sat, listening to the rare times you spoke. One could understand a lot of things about a person from their scent and mannerisms.
Spending more time with you preparing for the Right of Parting, he kept finding himself pleased. You kept proving yourself a potential mate. He was very subtle in his flirtations. Adjusting his collar to show more of his neck, taking your lead, and complimenting your scent. Acting more impish the longer he was with you, he simply wanted your time and attention.
Not satisfied with anything less than full courtship, centuries made him want a committed mate. When your alone in his office, he would shed his coat and fiddle with his gloves to show more skin. He wants your attention on him and will be pleased if you stare at his retreating form.
Intercepts Childe whenever he tries to bother you. It was crude how obvious the ginger was in getting your attention. A scented scarf as a gift this early? Scandalous. God forbid Barbatos tries anything. He's not one to engage in omega hissing contests over a mate, but Venti gets on his nerves more than Hu Tao.
His heats are nothing new to him. Spending centuries just isolated and waiting for it to pass. Nowadays he has something of you that comforts him in his nest and thoughts of your making his heat stronger. He feels ashamed for acting so lustful but being part dragon has him more in tune with his instincts.
It won't take long for him to imagine having his belly swollen, little ones running around. Something he never thought he would want was suddenly at the front of his mind. He wouldn't mind you barging in on him during his heats.
He knows he's an attractive omega. You thought you were being discreet eyeing his waist and chest. An ideal body for child bearing. Even if you weren't from this world or used to omegas, some part of you definitely liked his scent and appearance. He won't hesitate to use that.
Note: We need more omega genshin characters content.
The lovely @genuinelydisappointed commissioned me for a part two to the Capitano fic I posted earlier this week! I had a lot of fun with this so I hope you all enjoy reading <3
Warnings: yandere! Capitano, unhealthy relationship dynamics, threat of violence, fantasy hierarchies, nsfw, female reader, marriage, dub-con, oral female receiving
A settlement for soldiers was exactly the kind of inhospitable surrounding you’d anticipated when Capitano had ordered you to come along with him. Not one aspect of it turned out to be not as bad as you’d expected.
The atmosphere was stifling, the barracks were loud, the soldiers were either training or drunk (despite the clear intolerance of their leader to the practice) and there wasn’t a lot of room where you could walk around without feeling discomfort.
Consequently, you largely just stayed in the general area of Capitano’s quarters. The current settlement had been made on an abandoned village, though you doubted whether it’d been abandoned when the Fatui soldiers arrived, since you found knick-knacks and supplies in every cupboard and closet.
Your husband had claimed a house on the far-end of the settlement, but he rarely spent time here, and you largely reckoned he’d only chosen this place to keep you out of the proceedings. It wasn’t something you wanted to argue, since you agreed with him that in the midst of war preparations wasn’t somewhere you should be.
And so you just roamed around the house, spending most of your time on a small patio at the back of the house.
The chairs there were comfortable, and it had sun for most of the day, only the mornings covering the wooden structure in shadow. The only downside the place had was that it hadn’t been constructed too neatly: rogue planks and screws a common sight. Perhaps it’d not been finished by the time the Fatui arrived here.
A shame, since you could see it would’ve been a beautiful place had it been finished. Still, it served as a place to sit and read, somewhere you could ignore the guards posted at the front door, though your dress did get caught on the screws a few times.
Some part of you was relieved to see the tear in fabric, since now you could distract yourself with another one of your small projects. The previous inhabitants had left sewing equipment, and you found enough cloth to sew with. You’d made a quick head start on the dress before you realized a small bow had been torn off as well. Easy enough to fix, especially since you’d seen a similarly colored ribbon in your chest earlier today.
Looking through your chest, you couldn’t find the specific one you were looking for. The closet of the house also didn’t have it, and you even peaked through Capitano’s belongings, to no avail. The memory of having seen the small silken ribbon was so clear, however, so you didn’t let any frustration reach you.
Perhaps it had gotten lost underneath your other belongings? You stood in front of one of the dressers, biting your lip, trying to recollect where exactly you’d seen it.
Eventually, you realized where you’d put the ribbon, right underneath-
You heard a breath behind you.
Hairs on your neck rose as you slowly turned around to face the new presence, eyes wide as you stood mere inches away from your husband’s chest. Gazing up, you found him staring down at you.
A sick feeling formed in your stomach, the immediate anxiety the proximity to Capitano caused you overwhelming your body.
“You should pay more attention to your surroundings.” came the slightly humoured admonishment; ”I’ve been here a while now.”
The idea of him sneaking up on you sounded ridiculous in theory. He was larger than any other man you’d been in the presence of, and his armor usually rinkled softly when he moved. You’d not been so out of it that those noises would have gone unnoticed, especially since you recounted looking out of the window at the cooing of some doves. Capitano nevertheless stood here, and you’d not even heard the door open.
“I did not realize,” you admitted honestly, trying to subtly take a small step backwards to create some more space between the two of you. “I was busy trying to find some thread.”
“Oh?”
Judging by his voice, he had no actual interest in what you’d been trying to do, nor did he make any attempt to hide this fact. Nevertheless, you quickly walked away from him toward your small desk in the corner of the room, where your dress was laid out across the wood, the hole in the fabric visible.
“It got stuck behind some screws outside and ripped quite a bit.” As if to inspect your work himself, he followed you through the room, making sure you couldn’t skitter away too far. It only served to make you more nervous. “I didn’t have any leftover cloth in this colour but, uhm, I repurposed some old tablecloth in the same dark blue, and I think it worked out pretty well. I just need to sew it back together.”
You partially hoped he’d get irritated over your insistence on fixing this yourself, and berate you for not just handing over the torn dress to one of the guards. Instead, it still seemed like he was barely listening to your words, only humming under his breath whenever you finished a sentence.
Trying to force his mind into your preferred direction, since the heavy atmosphere promised nothing good if you continued to let it simmer, you tried to look as guilty as possible, hoping it would bait him into getting angry. “I hope you don’t mind. I know you don’t like it when I do things like this myself.”
It didn’t have the desired effect.
“I don’t care” he mumbled under his breath, voice low, returning to his position mere inches away from you, the fur of his coat brushing against the top of your head when he bent forward. When you once again tried to side-step him to create some personal space, two arms appeared on either side of you, his body caging you in. “Stand still for a bit, would you?”
Left with no other choice, you stood still, his hulking figure looming over you, metal pressing against your back.
Fidgeting with the dress on the table, the needles in particularly seeming very interesting, you inhaled through your teeth when he moved even closer and buried his face into the back of your neck, the cold of his metal helmet giving you goosebumps while he continued... whatever it was he was doing.
“It’s been a while,” he mumbled, his fingers digging into the wood on either side of you. His breath tickled against your skin, the warm air nearly forcing you to double over on top of your handiwork to escape it. You felt sickly nervous, the casual confidence you’d just feigned leaving your body at record speed. It was barely after lunch, and you could hear soldiers outside talking. “You can’t seem to leave my thoughts today.”
One of his hands left the desk and moved to your shoulder, slowly turning you around to face him. The dim light inside the house, dim because you’d closed the curtains, made him look different. He always looked authoritative, but with the darkness pooling underneath his helmet, he looked somewhat frightening.
Without missing a beat, he continued with his apparent agenda, gloved hands undoing the strings keeping together your dress on the frontside, pushing aside the cloth whenever it gave way to his pulling. You put your hands on his, trying to still his movements. “Husband? Hey, hey, I- uh, I don’t know if I’m ready for this right now.”
He shook your hands off of his and continued. “That’s been your excuse for the last two weeks.”
“Yes, but there’s just a lot happening, and there’s people right outside.” you grasped at every excuse at your disposal. “I don’t want them to hear.”
“The guards? They’re always there.” Came the disbelieving retort. “Do you expect me to wait till we reach the castle before I get to touch you again? Don’t be ridiculous.”
As if on cue, two of the guards outside spoke up louder to relay some report to someone who’d just arrived, heavy boots clicking together audibly while they saluted. The words were mumbled from this distance, but you were grateful for the raise in volume, as it helped you make your point.
“It just makes me uncomfortable.” you looked over your shoulder, toward the door. “Waiting till we reach the castle isn’t so bad. It is only a week of travel. We’ll be there in no time.”
There was not a hair on your body that actually wanted Capitano to touch you, even if there’d been no guard in sight and the bed was made of the finest silks. There could be candles, flowers, soft touches and not a single responsibility in mind, and still you’d rather not ever lay with your husband again. Memories of your wedding night were fading, and the heavy weight of the harbinger atop of you was something you’d rather forget.
It had not always been this way. Back at the manor you’d seen sex with him as a necessary thing every now and again, something that was expected of you whenever he’d arrive at the mansion. Luckily, he’d not acted on the urges he’d apparently had back then, meaning you’d never had to make good on those expectations.
His last arrival had changed that, and with it, your impression of him had changed as well. No longer was your husband a distant uncaring man, married to you solely for comfort. Rather, he was a cruel spouse, one with too much power in his hands.
Someone who was also quite a bit more attracted to you than you’d ever thought to believe. You refrained from calling it love, even if he did believe his feelings to be of that magnitude.
You could barely stand his clear lust during the day, the looks he’d send you over dinner, the lingering touches he’d steal during the night. Too much had happened, and you needed some time before you could have sex with the man that had thrown your friends to the wolves and tied you to the headboard of a bed when you’d ran.
It seemed he didn’t feel like you were owed this luxury.
“They know what to expect with this job. Do not pay them any mind.” he finished up on undoing your corset, fully pushing aside the cloth keeping your modesty intact. Lifting your hands up in the air, he pulled over your undergarments immediately after, leaving you bare in front of the fully clothed man. “I want you. Right now.”
“But-”
“Unless the next words are ‘go ahead’, I don’t want to hear them.”
You weren’t getting anywhere like this, and the realization slowly dawned on you that this was perhaps unavoidable. The risks of pushing the issue any further were too severe to accept in any case.
Perhaps if you’d let this happen, the status quo would return and he’d be sated for another few weeks.
The possibility, of course, also existed that once the dam broke loose, he’d never wait for your permission ever again. You’d clearly thoroughly exhausted every bit of patience he had with you, and you didn’t want to be tied up at night again, the rope burns on your ankles only just having healed completely.
The thought of that night got you emotional, and before you could try and limit your own reactions, you felt the first tear move over your cheek. Capitano had been preoccupied gazing at your breasts, cupping them with gloved hands, squeezing and feeling the weight of them, but the second he looked up, he noticed you’d started crying.
“Ugh,” he groaned, throwing his head back for a moment before sending you another one of his disgusted scowls, though you had to vividly imagine his features. “What is wrong with you?”
“Huh?” you mumbled, trying to sit upright on the desk, wiping your cheeks clean like nothing had happened. “Did I do something wrong?”
“We have a sickbay outside, you’ve been there.” he started, placing his forehead against yours, forcing you to stare into the darkness of his helmet’s eye sockets. Even from this close, you could only faintly see his eyes. “Men and women with improvised amputations, burns from pyro visions, blunt force trauma. There’s currently a soldier there who has broken nearly every bone in his body and suffered ruptures in two of his major organs. Even our vision users cannot set the bones back without risk of paralyzing him completely.”
“The pain something like that causes is unimaginable for someone like you, but I urge you to picture it nonetheless. Now, does he cry? Do any of them cry? Do they whimper, and beg, and ask for breaks?”
“No.” you sniffled, one of your free hands moving up to wipe away the now ceaseless cascade of tears running down your cheeks, your tear ducts only encouraged by the harsh words coming out of Capitano’s mouth. “They don’t.”
“So why do I have to endure this pitiful sight every time I want to fuck you?” he snarled, finally getting to the point you knew he was heading toward. “Do you not remember your vows, the promises you made to me when you wed me?”
“I understand!” you snapped back, your voice brittle despite the force with which you intended the words to be said. “You don’t have to yell at me. I’m just nervous.”
“Then be nervous enough to control yourself.” He suggested, the command more akin to a growl.
He patted the desk before taking a small step back, and taking his clue, you jumped up to sit on the desk, looking away into the corner of the room while biting on your lip. With your left hand, you aggressively pushed away the dress behind you, sick of having it near you, reminding you of your own contentedness mere minutes ago. You’d been so preoccupied, you’d almost forgotten the reality of your situation, of the man who owned you, a man that seemed less interested in your feelings the more time progressed.
“Despite your horrid behaviour, I will make this something you enjoy.” Capitano eventually spoke, more to himself than to you. “Perhaps that will teach you to give in when your husband demands it. That this is a good thing.”
The desire to voice your doubts about that statement was nulled by your husband removing his helmet, forcing you to confront the desire you’d lit up inside the man. His cheeks were slightly dusted with red, his mouth parted and his eyes lidded as he looked down at your revealed chest. No longer inhibiting himself in any way, he leaned down and took one of your nipples into his mouth, harshly sucking on the nub with way too much fervour, biting down as a warning when you tried to pull away.
After he’d lathered the other nipple with just as much attention, he parted your legs and dropped to a single knee, placing the helmet he’d been holding right next to you. You dug your fingers over the edge of the desk, hoping to distract yourself from the sight of him as he lowered his face right above your pussy.
Capitano took his time, having regained some patience now that you weren’t objecting anymore. Gloved fingers slowly rose up between your legs, parting your labia with enough anticipation to stifle the air. You grit your teeth, your heart pounding loud enough to be audible inside your ears, as a leather-clad finger traced a line from your clit to your entrance,
The worst part about the experience was definitely the dark eyes that refused to look away from your face. If he would just look down at your cunt, at least he wouldn’t be measuring your reactions, and you could cease your attempts at keeping your expression neutral.
After an eternity, his eyes finally left yours, and he focused on the prize before him.
Capitano lowered his lips to your pussy and placed an open-mouthed kiss to your clit, your legs tensing at the unfamiliar feeling. He took his time, pausing a few seconds after having given your first taste of what was to come.
When he repeated the motion, lips moving over the little nub, sucking and licking softly, you begged whatever Archon would listen to your plight that he not notice how wet you were. It was a disgrace that after all your big talk, he only needed to kiss your pussy once to have you shaking like this underneath him.
A gloved finger found your entrance and forced its way in, the sensation of leather inside you an unfamiliar and uncomfortable feeling. The discomfort only lasted a few seconds, as a harsh suck on your clit made you clench down on his finger, the intrusion suddenly not feeling as bad as you’d initially found it. He didn’t pull it out of you, only curling it slightly whenever you exhaled shakily or moaned. When it stopped giving him the reaction he was looking for, he started pumping it in and out of you, almost lazily.
The rhythm he’d fallen into felt on purpose, meant to comfort you and encourage you to give in. It was slow enough for any inhibitions to melt away gradually, yet pleasurable enough to urge you to cum on his tongue.
Still, it was too controlled to push you over the edge, and when his tongue pulled away once again when your orgasm had been so close, you whined and let one of your hands tangle itself in his long, black hair. “Capitano? Please, don’t, don’t tease me.”
The harbinger pulled away completely. “Hm? You want to cum?”
Heaving, you shakily nodded, deciding not to let yourself think about your own actions. If this was your bed, you’d lie in it. Better to give in than worsen things, and your mind was too occupied by your ruined pleasure, the reasons you’d had for not wanting to fuck your husband more of an afterthought at this point. If he’d licked your pussy as he just had, you were tempted to momentarily forget everything.
“I could leave you like this, you understand?” He pulled his finger out of you and wiped it off on your thighs, a soft white shimmer now resting atop his gloves “Give you a taste of your own medicine.”
Pushing back the hair that had fallen in front of your face while you’d been eaten out, you felt yourself panic at the thought of being left in this state. Surely, you could get yourself off with your fingers to remedy this lust-ridden state, but something inside your mind assured you he’d not allow it. “Please?”
He licked your cunt again, a single stroke. “Ask me again. I’ll decide if I want to be merciful.”
Your fingers once again dug into the wood, numb fingers flexing against the oak, frustration coursing through your veins.
With the most pleading look you could manage, you looked straight into Capitano’s eyes and begged. The words ‘for fucks’ sake, let me cum’ were on your tongue, but you expected those kinds of demands only to have a counterproductive effect. “Please? I won’t be difficult anymore- I- I need you to touch me again.”
For the first time today, he flashed you a small smile.
As if doing the entire world a massive favor, he lowered his face again and resumed where he’d left off. No longer able to keep your legs apart, you let your thighs squeeze against his face, shaking as he ramped up the pace. No longer did he casually lick and suck and nibble at your pussy, he now ate you out as if in a hurry, the finger also returning to its rightful place deep inside you.
When you thought it couldn’t get better, your face damp with a layer of sweat as you started tensing up, your entire body returning to that delicious build up, a second finger was pushed inside you, pumping in and out of you at a rapid pace. You chanted affirmations, pleading for him to continue, your orgasm coming closer and closer, just one more, two more licks and you’d-
He stopped.
Again.
Crying out in frustration, you surged forward, tears in your eyes now not because of any emotional turmoil, but because he denied you what you needed. Why couldn’t he just give you what you wanted for once in his life? The harbinger chuckled as you kept your thighs taut against his face, begging for him to finish what he started.
As if pushing aside a layer of dust, he parted your legs, observing your moment of desperation with amusement.
“Poor girl.” He cooed, standing up from his position, ruining every possibility that he’d continue and finally make you cum on his tongue. With a cruel smile, he bent over you, his left hand busy pulling down his pants. “As if I’d let you cum like this. You’ve been nothing but a nuisance these past few weeks. You do not deserve anything more than what I’m willing to give.”
You could do little else but whine in frustration.
He hooked a hand beneath your ass and flipped you around, shifting you until your stomach laid flat on the desk, your ass hanging off the edge. You weren’t sure what to do with your hands, the inability to lie still while he readied himself certainly stemming from your anxiety. Eventually, you just placed your palms down on the wood next to your shoulders, seemingly the best position to brace yourself.
Spreading your legs as far as was humanly possible, your body forced to its limits in flexibility, he positioned his hips in between, your muscles burning as they were forced to keep wide for him. Another rustling of clothes, and you could feel him press his crotch flush against your ass, humming under his breath when you breathed shakily at the feeling of his erect dick grazing over your skin.
Before you could fully confront the reality of the situation, you felt him trace his cockhead up and down your pussy, looking for the entrance. The slick between your legs served to sufficiently lubricate him, yet still worried it wasn’t enough. Him penetrating you during your honeymoon night had been painful, your legs two columns of jelly the entire week after. He’d not prepared you that well, then, but still the memory of hurt chose now of all times to resurface.
And then he found purchase, the tip of his dick just barely sliding inside, your walls clenching around the unfamiliar intrusion. Capitano hissed as he tried to push in further, your tightness painful for the both of you.
“Calm down, wife.”
Two hands started holding your hips, squeezing and massaging while you got used to the heavy feeling inside you. It was just the tip, you reminded yourself, but it made this all a bit too real. That was the weight of his dick, Capitano, your husband. He was really inside you.
Despite his own discomfort, your husband quickly decided that he wasn’t willing to wait any longer, and started pushing his dick in further. You gasped and winced as the large cock was forced further and further inside your body, and felt absolutely overwhelmed when his balls slapped against your ass for the first time, indicating he was fully inside.
Then, without any warning, he pulled out and thrust back in completely, repeating the motion immediately with harsh, bone-crushing force. Every slap of his hips against yours forced the content of your lungs out of you, the only noises coming from your throat being high-pitched wails and huffs of pain when the side of the desk would push against your thighs too harshly.
“Uhng, Capitano, slow down, I-“ The entire desk shook under the force of the snaps of his hips, and you couldn’t help but cry out each and every time. The sound of the guards outside talking reached you once again, and you stifled a moan you could no longer let out, too embarrassed by the idea of being listened in on. “The guards- ahhh- outside.”
“What?” He thrust his hips forward again, no longer grimacing at the tight fit, your walls sufficiently stretched to accommodate him fully now, even if you still felt a modicum of pain. “You’re still worried they’ll hear you?”
Another muffled high-pitched moan, and you barely managed to nod.
“Let them hear.” He bent forward and growled in your ear, the fur of his coat tickling your back. “It’s the closest they’re ever going to get to fucking you. Might as well let them hear what they’re missing.”
You wanted to look over your shoulder, indignified, but refrained, afraid of the sight you’d see, afraid of the effect it would have on you. Your legs were already once again shaking with a building orgasm, and the last thing you wanted was to cum while holding eye contact with the perpetrator, though at this point, even that didn’t sound so bad. You just needed to cum once. “That’s awful.”
“You’d rather I share?” Scoffing, he squeezed the fat of your ass while pumping himself inside you mercilessly, purposefully misinterpreting your words. He had to be, the mocking edge atop his words audible. “Don’t be ridiculous. Now, I want you to get loud or I might not let you cum at all.”
Despite his instructions, you placed one of your own fingers in your mouth, biting on the knuckle to make sure no more rogue noises would leave your mouth. It was hard, especially since Capitano’s voice, low and musky as it was, managed to nonetheless arouse you to no end, even if he only used it to say cruel things. Maybe not despite, but rather because he did so.
To appease him at least a little bit, you answered a particularly well-aimed thrust with a soft, breathy moan. He did not appreciate it.
“Louder.”
Picking up the already rough pace, your husband was now fully rearranging your insides, his cock brushing against your cervix with each push and pull of his hips, and you struggled to imagine if you’d ever felt anything as all-consumingly good as this. Your entire body would surely be bruised tomorrow, but you lacked any motivation to care now, only wanting the pleasure you’d been denied thus far.
Removing the finger from your mouth, you groaned, a long drawn-out sound that you needed to make, if only to drown out the incessant slaps of skin to skin resounding throughout the house.
“Louder.”
When you couldn’t keep yourself quiet anymore and wailed out in pleasure, your husband let out an honest to god laugh, the sound mixing in with your lewd cries. Capitano’s laughter was something to behold, his shoulders shaking with amusement even though his hips didn’t even still for a second, the sound loud and overwhelmingly masculine. You couldn’t recall ever having heard it before, not like this.
Finally your pleasure reached a peak, and you came all over your husband’s cock, clenching down on him while your entire body twitched, your eyes rolling back as satisfaction coursed through every vein in your body.
A hand found purchase between your legs and you cried out as he started twirling your clit, the immediate stimulation making your orgasm feel even better, though it quickly rolled over into the territory of too much.
Still, you allowed it, because too much pleasure was better than the constant denial had been. Capitano jackhammered into you, his dick barely leaving your body before it was pushed back in. Low, deep groans left his mouth, and you just braced yourself as he sought his own end.
When it arrived, with stuttering hips and an honest, drawn-out moan, he pushed his cock in as deeply as he humanly could, filling you up with warmth, your entire womb painted white for the first time since the honeymoon. You looked over your shoulder and saw that he’d thrown his head back, his chest rising and lowering steadily as he caught his breath. When he noticed you looking back, another laugh left him.
“See? That wasn’t so bad.” he pulled out of you and wiped his cock on your thighs, leaving you with the mess, the clamminess of your skin, the bruises on your body, the semen trickling out of your pussy. He only seemed marginally out of breath. “You were much more honest just now.”
Not wanting to prove him right, you kept quiet and wordlessly reached for the dress you’d just worn, desperate to cover yourself. Capitano didn’t stop you, and tidied himself up as well, pushing his pants back up and straightening his coat. When he was ready, he lifted your chin up and kissed you deeply, a storm of tongue and saliva. It felt lewd, even after just finishing up a comparatively dirtier act.
When he pulled away, he grabbed the helmet that had been placed by your side and put it back over his head, the amused expression now covered by darkness. Without any more fanfare, he left you to your devices and headed towards the door.
“I need to deal with some business.” The harbinger looked over his shoulder just before he opened the door, the sight of you struggling to put the corset back on clearly of great interest to him. “I’ll be back by tonight, so expect to do this again.”
You realized a non-dismissible part of you couldn’t help but look forward to it.
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their immense loyalty and love are second to none for the tsaritsa, including his. how unfortunate, ( for you. ) pantalone x reader presented by meguminne. [june 29, 2023]
loving a harbinger has never been easy, nor has anyone claimed it to be that. you know about their underhanded tactics and unshakable resolve to serve the tsaritsa, but there was something — or rather someone — that drew you closer towards the fatui.
it wasn’t his incredibly dashing good looks ( though you can argue it was a contributing factor ) nor his outstanding wealth that you think could rival the qixing’s, but it was his gentlest of smile and touch directed towards you, and only you.
what makes you special? you wonder.
he has an ulterior motive, he can’t possibly have one when you’re just you.
he sees some use out of you, that can’t be practical since you’re an average civilian.
you must remind him of someone else, you can’t prove that thought right or wrong. truth be told, despite the countless of hours and minutes you’ve spent with this man, you could never understand nor even grasp what’s brewing in his mind. you barely know him but you feel like he’s everything to you.
“darling?” gloved hands reach out to touch your hand, the rich snezhnayan fabric did little to muffle his frigid touch. as someone who's so warm towards you, you do find him rather cold; even in warmer climates. as though he was still distant despite how he acts. — “are you alright?” his voice is like honey, sweet and far too alluring to even consider the fact he was being deceitful with his worry.
“i’m fine, my love.” you smile in return, holding onto his hand, interlocking your fingers together with his.
“do not be like that, i can tell something’s bothering you.” he laughs in return; squeezing your hand softly and the sting of the cold metals around his fingers slightly burn your skin.
‘is there a reason why you love me?’ you let those words die on your lips as letting them slip might just ruin everything, destroy the illusion of a perfect life he has built for you. — you’re only ruining it with your constant worrying, why not just accept it as it is and not think about it?
no, no, you cannot just accept it! it has been two years and seven months since he first proclaimed his love for you after visiting your humble shop again and again, it has been a year and six months since you moved into his luxurious mansion and it has been only seven months since the world came to know you as the regrator’s wife. — and despite all the time that has passed, you still haven’t figured out why on earth he’s so in-love with you! there must be a reason, it cannot be chalked up to mere love at first sight.
you were swept away by his allure, his handsome face; his elegant disposition and the way he treats you and you were drunken with his love yet whenever you sober up, you can’t help but wonder. a torturous cycle of highs and lows! you can’t help but think you will be used as a sacrificial pawn in this game of chess the fatui is playing with the rest of the world!
“the fair lady’s death has me a bit shaken up,” you lie through your teeth; as someone who is married to one of the fatui’s higher-up’s, you’ve grown fluent in deceit as well. “that traveler proves to be a threat towards your goal.”
“our goal,” he says softly. “but you are correct, i must admit that that outlander’s meddling has thwarted our original plans but fear not, signora’s death was a necessary sacrifice towards teyvat’s better future.”
you nod, “of course. i have no doubt that the fatui will turn out to be victorious, not a single shadow of doubt. i am simply worried for your wellbeing, please be careful my love.” — despite what it seems, you truly do care about his wellbeing, for even though you doubt his intentions with loving you is pure, you can admit that you have fallen for the harbinger.
the regrator chuckles, amused at your concern, as he leans in to press a soft chaste kiss by the corner of your lips, “you worry enough for the both of us, fear not. i’ll be alright, i have a wife to return to, after all.”
it does little to ease your worries, his smile was stasis on his face and you can’t tell what he was planning or even thinking but the reflection of your figure in his lenses makes you think that it involved you.
haha what if Scaramouche x Harbinger!Reader who have a rivalry going on, they are both strong though Reader leans more on the "use your enemy's shortcomings and strength against themselves".
▪︎ Still, they are both stubborn and awful, so bad, poor with words, what's a sentence if you must that when one gets terribly injured, it's Reader calling him an absolute careless moron while tenderly treating him or Scaramouche himself telling Reader that if they want to die so desperately they should seek him instead of launching themselves to weaklings but he looks worried, dark eyes studying Reader's body looking for something he could have overlooked.
▪︎ A slow burn that goes from (playful) enemies to (awkward) friends to (protective) lovers.
▪︎ Turning into friends being a weird stage in which Reader takes a deep breath and tells Scaramouche to shut it, they are thinking a way to properly convey what they want to say and not be a dipshit or sound offensive. Scaramouche who is still mediocre at best with words but tends to hold onto Reader's sleeve or rest his forehead on Reader's shoulder when exhausted.
─•~𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 ~•─ - The main masterlist with all my collections
𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓃'𝓈 𝒫𝓇𝒾𝓂𝑜𝑔𝑒𝓂𝓈 - Genshin Impact masterlist
Hi 𝓭𝓻𝓲𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼, Lots of things have come up, mainly a fwe issues and currently I haven't been on the right state of mind. It's been hard, I am very close to giving up but my friends have been a great help and have been supporting me alongside my fanfics- hehe.
In case you've all also gone through something hard, rough or something that you feel so close to giving up. I give you a simple comfort I can write in these trying and rough times.
Don't lose hope... fanfic below the divider..
It hurt… a lot.
One moment you’re fine and shit just hits the fan the moment you let your guard down.
Sat near the far side of Wolvendom, you sat there curled up. Hiding away from the gazes, the noises, the problems, the world.
Sniffling, you quickly rub away the tears that roll down your cheeks. Your eyes feel like they're burning from the lava of rage and anger you feel towards yourself. You try to regain your breath but nothing can ease the pain your heart that just throbs full of that pain. You can’t control yourself at this point. Nothing can stop you now, protectded, guarded and so safe from that space people had invaded.
You’re sniffles turn into sobs. And those sobs just end up not stopping. Tears just uncontrollable at this point as you sob and sob your anger out until it just hurts to breath. You think to yourself just how far you’ve fallen this week, this month this entire time you think to yourself.
‘fuck, fuck-‘
“fuck.”
Your labored breaths are ragged and full. Snot just fills you nostrils and clogged your senses the way regret just has your hands fisting the grassy fields.
‘Why didn’t you keep your mouth shut, why didn't you just stay quiet. Didn’t you promise yourself that you wouldn’t cause trouble. Why didn’t you follow her advice and just kept your mouth shut. Don’t you know how much you’ve affected everyone. Everyone’ll hate you now because of-‘
“Single damn mistake.” You snarled out in fury. Hands in your hair, tugging, pulling and raging between the tears in your eyes and the anger that just consumed you. You don’t know how much rage built within you that almost burst with your blood pressure. You ground your teeth till your jaws are numb. And it's like the Archons had ditched you, summoned all their powers and humiliated you with the most obvious signs to mankind. You really couldn’t help yourself as the group dragged you in the mud, verbally assaulted you and called you a shitty irresponsible hoe like it was some kind of compliment. You really didn’t want to resort to violence, but the vision pendant on your glowed with ferocious emotions and energy that you yourself couldn’t contain any longer. Screeching in ultimate fury, the loudest cry that had the nearby wolves howling alongside your madness. Before it cracked.
Your resolve just cracked until it was just utter defeat and regretful sobs. It hurts so damn much. Nothing could really describe it in words, only actions that had the forest silent as you sobbed and sobbed like no tomorrow. Like a child, like that DAMN CHILD.
It was like a dam, a waterfall, an island that just caved beneath your feet. The ground collapses and leaves you scrambling to grieve over the scattered pieces. As they watched on, as those bastards- watched on with blurred faces. Almost unseeing their expressions as they mock you,, laugh at you, scold you, torture you with the most disgusting glee in their faces. If only it wasn’t like this. If only I had kept my mouth shut. If OnlY i kePT mY MoU-
“Y/n?”
You suck in your breath like it was worth saving. It wasn’t. Your trembling figure ceased to make any movements or sound as someone- someone was here. You can remember faces, you can remember voices, you can remember him like the back of your hand. Yet-
Why is Diluc here?
Wolvendom was right beside Dawn Winery but it was almost unnecessary for Dilluc to be deeper into the wolves territory. It was rare and even like stumbling into a flower patch and a random chest pops out.
“I can hear your thoughts from here.”
Silence is different from each other. One is tense when one is hiding, one is worried when one is seeking. Then you hear his voice once more, deep and gruff but always tinted with worry and comfort that melts you, that tears down your walls and leaves you so raw to the world.
“Y/n.”
You don’t even register it until you’re face to face again with your companion’s handsome face. The tremors you try to withhold just end up spreading like a disease. And its humiliating and embarrassing, your face tucked in his neck you cried until your throat was sore from overuse. Sobbing and gagging as it all became too much, emotions got too much to the point even you were wondering how you ended up here. Swimming through your thoughts, memories, the entirety of your mind drowned you until your last breath was left.
Diluc merely holds you as you faint. Gloves off and coat still itching to be taken off and wrapped around you on a cold night. An internal turmoil ends with him choosing to hold you with his hands running its path through your hair. He gazes at you, the tear tracks, the gaunt look, the paleness, he soaks it up until he musters up the courage to press that chaste kiss on your forehead.
