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secret admirer hcs

childe

not quite the standard type for a secret admirer, that guy.

he won't profess his feelings, but he wouldn't let you keep a distance from him, either.

he wouldn't take a step further to become your lover, yet he also won't settle for anything less than a close friend.

that's why he stuck to you like glue, popping up in the weirdest of timings, and brightly greeting you every time with a gleeful grin, nothing but amicable.

like he wasn't capable of sinking a knife down your back any time he wanted.

though admittedly, his presence was something you greatly appreciated, if you chose to feign ignorance towards his strange job. you did enjoy his company a lot, after all, even if you pretended to be irritated around him.

still, despite your deepening relationship, he intentionally put up a wall between you; one he'd sworn to never cross, nor would he allow you to.

let's do a quick recap, shall we?

he was part of the fatui—even worse, a harbinger—so he's aware he shouldn't get too involved with you.

in fact, he shouldn't be involved at all, but his self-control could only take so much, and he can barely manage to stop himself from reaching out to you at most.

he had attempted, once. giving up on you.

childe constantly reminded himself he had better things to do, more important matters to care about, but then the memory of your blinding smile would creep into his mind, keep himself awake at night, and cause his heart to race, no matter how much he tried to rationalize it.

he knew he shouldn't be swept up by minor feelings. it was purely one-sided, anyway; why was he clinging to it instead of throwing them all away?

he was tartaglia. a harbinger, a threat to the battlefield. his name alone terrified his enemies.

so why?

why did he feel so easily defeated whenever he sees you being happy with someone else?

he shouldn't. he knows he shouldn't. he knew better than that.

but he was in too deep, no longer capable of walking away from you.

he'd rather much keep you close than be out of his reach, even if he knew he couldn't come any more closer.

so he made a compromise.

within certain limitations, he'd allow himself to approach you. if he deemed himself calm enough, and he's sure he can keep his composure around you, he would put on a friendly mask and act the part of a normal friend who didn't harbor any romantic interest for you.

it was a tedious task. he shouldn't have made light of it. concealing his emotions around you was harder than he could've ever imagined.

but he had to. he wouldn't be able to stay with you anymore otherwise.

that's why he forced himself to act indifferent whenever he witnessed men courting you. he wouldn't let himself interfere, no matter how much it bothered him. he wouldn't question the pink dusting your cheeks when you received a thoughtful gift from a suitor. he would congratulate you, tease you for being popular, and fall into a disappointed silence when you fail to pinpoint the hurt in his tone.

he had to remind himself there was no reason to be disappointed. this was what he wanted.

but bits and pieces of the green-eyed monster would emerge in moments of vulnerability. he'd make a biting remark from a slip of the tongue, gaze hardening to a glare, and it'd be too late to take it all back.

yet, kindly so, you decided not to ask him about it.

because that's how you always were. so unselfish and accepting, even for someone like him. even if you tried to hide it with a poorly-veiled show of indifference for him.

(sometimes, he wonders if it was alright to be greedy. if it would be okay if he indulged himself for a short while and take you into his arms. if it would be fine to cup your cheeks and seal your lips into a kiss.)

(but the voice of reason would make its appearance into his head, and the daydream would disappear as quickly as it came.)

(you're so stupid, he'd murmur to himself bitterly.)

and yet he continued pondering over things he shouldn't have been thinking about.

out of curiosity, he wondered what it would take for you to accept a proposal for marriage. expensive jewelry? a handsome visage? an overwhelming amount of mora?

he'd seen numerous men with the following qualities. but why were you not interested in any of them? were your expectations really that high for a husband?

(or did your heart belong to someone already?)

the questions would flood into his head in the most random of times. whether he just laid awake at night, or he was in the middle of collecting debt. his mood would turn sour, and he'd try to shake all of his thoughts away.

how foolish, he'd tell himself once more.

but he could say the same for you. after all, you acted so careless with a fatui harbinger.

no one else would be caught dead chatting with him so casually, slipping in bantering insults without fear of offending him. you'd grasp his hands whenever you felt like it, ignoring the judging eyes of your peers. you would unabashedly pinch his cheeks and throw a fit.

and you were even able to sleep around him so normally, like you didn't know he could stab you in the back as easily as he breathed.

“this isn't the place to sleep, [name],” childe chuckled, surveying your surroundings. you were resting by an unpopular restaurant, exhausted after finishing a job. it was an odd time to eat a meal, so you were wonderfully all alone.

he stretched his arm to tap on your shoulder, making an effort to shake you awake. but he stopped mid-reach, instead opting to sigh and sit beside you, idly admiring your sleeping face.

you were too unguarded.

he dragged his gaze from your parted lips in favor of glancing to the side, fearing he'd do something he'll regret.

still, this was a golden opportunity.

slowly, he peeled off one of his gloves, staring at his bare palm briefly before he brought his fingers to clasp around yours, carefully tracing your skin.

he hummed at the unexpected softness, thumbing the curve of your fingers. cautiously, he locked them together with his own, appreciating how your hand fit perfectly against his.

and then he dropped his head, flushing idiotically. he hastily removed his treacherous hand, pinching himself as punishment. “what the hell am i doing...”

coincidentally, you were asking the same thing—wide awake since the moment he made contact with your body.

you forced yourself to stay silent, pursuing a muted scream. your heart pounded violently against your ribcage, threatening to burst, and you feared childe would hear your heartbeat from how loud it was.

w-what was that...?! you yelled inside your head, cheeks flaring up into a brilliant shade of crimson. as far as you knew, your affections were unrequited.

needless to say, he wasn't so much of a “secret” admirer anymore.

A Moment in a Million [Morax | Rex Lapis | Zhongli]

Content: Overuse of Similes (LISTEN), Hurt/Comfort, Soft, Pet Name (Dear), Honaki Impact 3rd Lore(??That might also be Genshin Lore??)

Pronouns: None

Reblogs: Appricated

Notes: This is a Secret Santa gift for @miam0re

Here's her gift to me! Will Always Want You [Albedo]

A Moment in a Million [Morax | Rex Lapis | Zhongli]

The nights were colder in Liyue Harbor than they were in Mondstadt.

You’d learn this quickly upon your arrival.

You’d also learn of Liyue’s rich history

as told by Wangsheng Funeral Palor’s Consultant,

Zhongli.

You met him by chance as you were torn deciding between Stone Harbor Delicacies or Noodles with Mountain Delicacies at Liuli Pavilion.

“I recommend Mountain Delicacies.” You jolted at the velvety voice.

“Noodles in a meat-and-vegetable sauce. The sauce has a rustic flavor, and there's a generous amount of it mixed in with the noodles. A humble but enduringly popular dish.”

Glancing over your shoulder, you met with eyes of melted amber. You gave him a smile before turning back to the woman.

“I’ll take two of those, then,” You glanced back “That is… if you’re willing to join me.”

He smiled.

One that was sure to shine brighter as the lone moon in the sky.

He spoke of many things, like the origins of Blackcliff Forge and the Lantern Rite.

To the inner workings of procuring the finest ore.

But he also listened,

He listened to you speak of your homeland.

Even if his smiled said that he knew,

his eyes danced with unique curiosity.

And as he walked you home, listening to the chirps of night.

You realized:

You were in love.

What a way to start off in a new land.

Zhongli reminded you of your late grandmother’s large house.

Full of mysteries and wonder.

A place where your imagination ran wild.

She kept the main rooms, where guests were allowed to roam, neat and tidy.

You’d never expect the dark corners of cobwebs and bugs,

or the old paintings that seemed to watch you walk down the hall.

Like the main room, he was bright and inviting.

Yet his dark halls were pillars of amber, cold and unyielding.

Sometimes, you’d catch him looking off into the distance, far beyond the harbor.

Far beyond Teyvat.

Your heart sank at the discovery.

You were but a fleeting moment in his life

while he remained in bygone memories.

Never to be forgotten

And yet,

Never to be seen again.

“I’ll never get used to these cold winters.” You murmured as you cupped your hands over your mouth, attempting to warm them.

“Even though you've been here for three years now?” Zhongli hummed. “How odd. I thought you would have been accustomed to it by now.”

“Yeah, maybe… but things here are very different. Mondstadt’s never had a breeze other than inviting.” You shoved your hands into your pockets. “These winters are… harsh.”

“And the winters of the City of Freedom are not?” He titled his head.

A sign that he truly didn’t know the answer to the question posed.

“Not really. If the winds are cold they feel as if they’re teasing. Not enough to sting.”

He chuckled (You liked the sound of it). “Yes… the people of Liyue are built more sturdy than other regions.” He paused, “maybe not as sturdy as Snezhnayains.” He trailed off, eyes far off.

The melted amber hardening.

So you watched the sunset,

as he reminisced.

“I’m sure you have questions for me.”

On the day of his birth,

final day of the year,

he broke the serene silence.

“And yet, I’m sure you know.”

You did.

Zhongli was no mortal man.

He knew too much.

Not only of ancient histories, but down to the minuscule minerals in ore.

His eyes glowed in a way different than that of vision users.

His “Vision” didn’t hum like yours.

Like it was a fake,

but it still smoldered when used.

And when Rex Lapis died

And Liyue almost fell to an ancient god, but was saved by mortals and adepti.

He seemed relieved.

A heavy weight removed from his shoulders.

You couldn’t deny it any longer.

You nodded, “but I want to hear you say it.”

Harden amber swirled with mixed emotions. “I am Rex Lapis, God of Contracts.”

“Morax, The Warrior God.” You added, watching as fear took the forefront.

“Yes.” The word laid heavy on his soul. Strong stance crumbing at the confession.

“A god who has lived for more than six thousand years.” You bit your lip. “While the life of a mortal is but a flash of lightning. Fleeting.”

He said nothing.

So this is how it ended.

On his birthday, as the sands of time turned anew.

However, there wouldn’t be a renewal of this relationship.

“Why would you waste my time?” Tears gathered on your lower lashes. “My life is as small as a speck of dust compared to yours.

“Why spend four of my short years on something that would only bring us both heartache in the end?

“I’ve spent four years loving you… only to be a flame’s flicker in the end…”

You couldn’t hold it in anymore.

Tears fell as waves down your cheeks, washing over the amber necklace he’d given you as a gift your second year in Liyue.

You wanted to take it off, to rid yourself of him.

But you couldn’t.

Unlike a god, you couldn’t throw away love as true as this.

“Please allow me to temper your wilding thoughts.” He sounded… unsure.

You didn’t blame him. You were a sobbing mess at this point, but you were able to calm yourself enough to allow him to try to reason with your unreasonable thoughts.

“I apologize for making you feel as though the time we’ve spent together has been a waste on my part. On the contrary, the time spent with you is unparalleled.”

You rolled your eyes. “You are literally the oldest of the Seven, Zhongli.”

“Yes,” He smiled sadly, “but that does not make me immune to erosion.

“I made a contract with the Tsaritsa. A contract to end all contracts, if you will. Liyue did not fall and so the contract was fulfilled.

“I handed over my gnosis— my connection to Celestia, and have thus been living as a mortal man.

“As Zhongli.

“Soon my godly powers will diminish and I will corrode like any other. So, while I remain on this plane, I ask:

“Will you allow me to spend my final days with you?”

By now your tears had stopped.

His words made sense, and you didn’t think he was lying to you.

Maybe you had rushed into the worst possible situation too quickly.

Your cheeks began to sting as the blood rushed to them.

“You’re asking if I’ll have you?” You crossed your arms with a raised brow.

He smirked. “Familiar, is it not?”

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help but grin.

“A moment with you is that of a million, my dear.” He coaxed you into his lap, placing a hand on your cheek. “If you’re willing to join me, that is.”

You smiled.

One reminisce of the sun peeking over the mountains.

Then gave him a searing kiss as the clocks struck 12, pouring every bit of you love into him.

Just as he poured back into you.

Tonight, you’ve brought in the new year with a new understanding of each other.

He was a god no longer and you were a singularity.

Together you realized:

This love was one in a million.

A love that would never be repeated in the infinite cycle of tree and sea.

A love that marks the trunk and abyss.

A love that is purely

You and Zhongli.

:) Happy Holidays to all and to all a

Grandpa's gonna sue the pants off of Santa, 'cause grandma would have wanted him to. (No pantalones)

Imma be real, the whole holiday aspect got away from me and it just ended up being cold.

TBH, this whole fic got away from me . Zhongli and Reader took the wheel, kicked me out the car and drove into the sunset. At least they're happy lol

Btw, this also doubled as a birthday fic for Zhongli???

Ko-Fi | Commission | Masterlist

Crystalflies and Calla Lilies

kaeya x reader

word count: 801

warnings: not proof read

although Kaeya has never been keen on celebrating his birthday, you just couldn't help yourself

a/n; I would have written and posted this yesterday had I not been so busy. it's a bit rushed as you may be able to tell but I still wanted to post something for kaeya because he deserves it. happy belated birthday to my beautiful wife!

When you came knocking on Kaeya's door at exactly 12.00 am he was worried to say the least. He was expecting some kind of threat or danger to succeed the sound of your voice at such an hour. So when he opened the door, weapon at the ready, to you beaming with a radiant smile akin to the sunlight at noonday, that worry immediately dissipated, leaving only confusion behind. And he sunk further into this confusion when you dragged him from out of his quarters and out of the walls of Mondstadt.

He quickly gave up on questioning what exactly you were doing, simply going with the flow, a soft chuckle escaping his lips each time he caught the determined glint in your eye. You refused to answer his questions or respond to any teasing or gentle taunts, just telling him to keep following you. So he did. He followed you past Springvale and even past the Winery until the two of you reached a more secluded but still atmospheric and scenic part of Mondstadt.

All of a sudden, you let go of his hand and started running forwards in front of the two of you. You stopped abruptly before throwing your hands in the air and whisper-yelling ‘surprise!’.  This made Kaeya really pause to take a look around. You stopped by a river bank decorated by all kinds of flowers, mainly snapdragons and, your lover’s favourite, calla lilies. The night sky was illuminated by the numerous crystalflies dancing in the air while the moon light waltzed with them on the surface of the water. With you in the middle, the scene was absolutely breathtaking.

“What’s all this?” Kaeya breathed out, not even bothering to mask the genuine surprise in his voice.

“A little birthday gift for you since I know you didn’t want any grand gestures! Happy birthday”, you spoke, trying to contain your excitement.

You knew that your partner was never particularly fond of celebrating his own birthday, he never really enjoyed anything that meant drawing attention to or dwelling on himself for too long. For this reason, he has always avoided birthday celebrations and even tries to elude telling people his birthday much like when he told Klee he was born on the 31st of February. He knew he shouldn’t have been as surprised as he was that the person he loves the most wanted to celebrate the day he came into existence in a way he would be comfortable with but he just couldn't help it.

“Thank you sweetheart,” he murmured while swiftly catching a crystalfly in his fist before unfurling his fingers to reveal only the crystal core.  “Truly, thank you.”

He neatly tucked it within your hair so that it rested on top of your ear and gave your temple a gentle kiss as he pulled away. And it was then that with both eyes revealed to you, you saw Kaeya bare and as he was – uncertain but still grateful – and the stars in his eyes glimmered with adoration for you.

“I didn’t really do much”, you smiled, enjoying the view of your boyfriend under the moonlight, the luminous crystalflies fluttering around seemingly highlighting him.

“You know,” Kaeya began as he lowered himself to the ground and started picking the calla lilies one by one. “It’s been so long since I celebrated my birthday that I actually forgot about it until now.”

A wistful smile made its way across his lips and you didn’t miss the melancholy glint in his eyes as he looked at the flowers in his hands.

“Well, I’m glad to be the first to celebrate with you after all this time”, you spoke softly as you sat down besides him, picking a flower out of his hand to place gently behind his ear.

Your tenderness rendered Kaeya speechless, leaving him struggling to choose words that could accurately express his feelings in that moment. He felt as though his heart wasn’t supposed to carry so much love for anyone in his lifetime so all of that love was overflowing in that moment, cutting off the connection between his brain and mouth. Though that didn’t matter, he didn’t need to say anything because you started speaking first.

“You’ve given me an idea, actually”, you sprung up on your two feet. “Crystal cores would be good for styling your hair, no?”

And as Kaeya watched you clumsily leap and stagger around in attempts to catch crystalflies as opposed to his sleek movements from earlier, he wondered if you were even aware of what he was really thanking you for earlier. Not only had you made him start to enjoy the thought of seeing another birthday, you also made him realise that he truly wasn’t alone anymore. Because of you, he never would be again.

@bat-mlm-blog

OPERATION: BACK TO TEYVAT.

let’s introduce you to our love interests, shall we?

credits : i couldn’t find diluc’s artist. kaeya: @/nikult_ on twt. i couldn’t find childe’s artist. zhongli: @/mob110119 on twt. venti & ganyu: shohje on twt. albedo: @/waternaeng on twt. ei: @Lallah_ on reddit. lumine: @/2dasu_ on twt. jean: official birthday art by hoyoverse. ningguang: @/kurisucurry on twt. ayaka: @/yaminsoup on twt.

MASTERLIST.

— CAST MEMBERS:

the teyvat residents. (male ver.)

extra male interests:

xiao — a member of venti’s idol group, 4NEMO.

thoma — the barista at your local coffee shop.

kazuha — a member of venti’s idol group, 4NEMO.

itto — the music enthusiast at your local music store.

gorou — the volunteer at your local adoption shelter.

— FUN FACTS:

all of the male interests live in the same house, but on different levels. [level one consists of Childe, Diluc, Zhongli, Kaeya, Thoma and Itto. level two consists of the rest of the guys.]

the male interests refuse to have anyone else cook besides from Childe and Thoma. [emphasis on thoma.]

the male interests’ house is across the street of reader’s house.

all male interests were supposed to share the bills but it ended up Diluc and Childe paying for almost all of it.

albedo has the biggest room + the basement because he’s working on trying to bring all characters back to teyvat, and possibly take you with them.

itto almost always gets lost on his way home, that’s why there’s a rule to never leave itto alone when he goes out, it is also one of the reasons why he’s always at the music store, it’s close to the coffee shop thoma works at.

currently, half of the male interests are considered idols. there’s two groups (DCKZ & 4NEMO) and one solo idol (albedo).

the teyvat residents. (fem ver.)

extra female interests:

kokomi — the seashell-collecting girl at your beach.

sara — the new girl at your job.

yae miko — the teasing regular at your job.

beidou — the girl you met during an outing with friends.

eula — the sophisticated girl that lives next door.

— FUN FACTS:

liyuebrand is a business both ningguang and ganyu own. although, most of the female interests help in creating clothing for women.

ayaka owns her own business called “kamisatoarts” which consists of her paintings commissions and owns an art supply store with the same name.

the female interests’ home is way more clean and organized than the male interests. Unlike the boys, the girls actually succeed in sharing to pay the bills.

the female interests’ house is right beside yours, making you and the girls neighbours. you can sometimes see ningguang sun-bathing or lumine and ayaka eating outside.

Ei is the only idol/celebrity besides from Ganyu (model). Ei is an idol managed by Yae Miko in the background.

Ei is the only one banned from the kitchen, because the last time she was in the kitchen, their kitchen knifes ended up on the ceiling and their cutting boards were all wrecked, with a burnt chicken as the centrepiece of the whole mess.

the female interests prefer staying in your world rather than teyvat, but will never admit it.

taglist : (bold text means I can’t tag you!)

@kayden-rma | @nyantodamax145 | @ladylapize | @strwbrrymlku | @beta12121 | @kaijindesu100 | @rayonfirethe2nd | @stillsuckatkorean | @softspectre | @aesoaps

𝐑𝐄𝐂 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓!

what is this? this post is an opportunity to recommend your favorite accounts, like a tag game. you don’t have to be tagged to join and if you aren’t still try to interact!

why does this exist? because tumblr’s algorithm isn’t the best at boosting accounts/posts, plus it’s a good way to self promote your work and others.

who i’m recommending are: @ughgojo @faeaura @izukulus @shoberri @xysthe @hoshiikos @happygoluckyalexis @dejwrites @itadores @a-blue-secret @jkoo-njoo

JUST KISS ALREADY

childe × gn!reader, fluff, drabbles, no warnings, childe is a bit of an idiot ( but a lovable one )

“hey, hey, y/n!” someone you instantly recognize as childe calls. you turn, and he's panting slightly, flushed but a blazing smile on his face. he's being followed by some off his friends, they try to be discreet but you already recognize the striking purple of scaramouche and some others.

“what's up?” you ask, amused.

he smirks coyly. “you know the next week's term break?”

you nod, a growing grin on your face though you're rather unsure on what he's up to now.

“so,” he declares with an air of feigned importance. then he freezes. “ah shit, what was the next line?”

you snort, and he blinks, a flush blooming on his cheeks and ears. “wait, it was... i, wait no-”

you cross your arms, glaring at him with an impatient raised eyebrow. this caused him to panic even further, and his speech was reduced to incoherent stuttering. the more he stumbled the more he panicked, and the more he panicked the more he blabbered and now he resembled a ginger tomato.

taking pity on him, you dropped the glare and adopted a more playful demeanor. “well?” you snark, “you're using a whole lotta words to say a whole lotta nothing.”

he turns bright red instantly, shutting up.

“oi! screw the script!” scaramouche yells all the way from the wall he was hiding behind to stalk the both of you, “hurry up and kiss already! it's burning over here.”

you both look at each other, and he shrugs, quirking a lopsided grin.

“okay, why not?”

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐲’𝐬 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞

Charaters: Kaeya, Xiao, Childe, Thoma

Theme: Fluff to a bit of spice in the end!

A/n: i did this in a rush so sorry for any misspelling!! Happy valentines day everyone!<3

- 𝐊𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐚

Would take you out to dinner, teasing you whenever he could. He just loved seeing you with that flushed face, and loved how your pink dress fit you so perfectly. When it was getting dark he took you to Angel’s share, waving to diluc before taking a sit next to your boyfriend.

Ordering some wine you two started drinking but since you didn’t wanted to get drunk or tipsy you stopped and chatted with diluc, seeing as kaeya was drinking with venti. Seeing him so out of it you said your goodbyes and left with your drunk boyfriend

Without you noticing he teasingly grab your butt, a yelp leaving your lips. Blushing, you grab his hand, “k-kaeya..” his lips turning into a grin.

Opening the door to your house he pushed you in before closing the door, locking it. Grabbing your chin he licked his lips, “I’ve been holding my desires in darling~” your blushed reached to your ears, his lips slamming to your yours.

Surprising you he took the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth. The kiss heating up, but before anything else happened he broke the kiss before looking you, with those lustful eyes.

“why don’t we continue this in your room~”

- 𝐗𝐢𝐚𝐨

He was at your door step, waiting for you so he could take you out on this little valentines date. He might look cold at the outside, but in the inside he’s a total mess. He was nervous but happy! but reallly nervous.

He just hoped he could make you smile-which you do smile just seeing him-on this date. Seeing you opening the door, with that beautiful red dress his whole face turned red, just like a tomato.

Giggling you took his hand, your thumb rubbing to calm your shy boyfriend. Taking the lead you started walking, chatting with him knowing he’s listening to your every word.

You two stopped by to eat, then enjoyed some sweets he gifted to you. It was getting darker, you two laying on the grass. Seeing a light blue flower you grabbed it softly, hearing the small snap. Bringing it you place it behind his ear, giggling at his reaction.

Seeing him get up your giggles faded away, his lips sealing yours. His hands cupping your cheeks which brought your face closer to his. Your reaction of course shock you, a pink dust covering your cheeks.

Smiling into the kiss you warp your arms around his neck seeing as the kiss got deeper and becoming sloppy. His tongue slipping into your mouth. a moan left your lips which darken his blush, lust was seen in his eyes. He desire more, he desire you. 

Parting, you tried to control your breathing but in seconds you were laying flat on the ground. On top of you was xiao, his knee between your legs. “i..want..you, right now”, chuckling you warp your arms around his neck bringing his body closer to yours.

“I want you too xiao~”

- 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞

He didnt care how much mora he wasted, buying you so many gifts and seeing your flustered, happy face meant it all to him. He bought you so many flowers with chocolates, dresses that looked so fine on you, jewelry you didnt know where to put since your box of jewels were already full. 

He took you out to dinner, and seeing that smile of yours made him smile too, not noticing how the time went by. As the sun goes down the sky turned darker each minute. Hand holding you return to your share home with childe.

But not after him grabbing your chin softly, smashing his lips onto yours. The kiss was sloppy, his tongue in your mouth. His hands moved to hold your hips, breaking the kiss he lick lips, a smirk spread on his lips seeing your blushing face.

Pushing you into the house, locking it he took out something from his pocket, which was a chocolate lipstick. Putting some on your lips he landed his lips onto yours again, tasting the sweetness of the chocolate, his hands moving to cup your breast. 

“Why don’t we heat things even more, sweetheart~”

- 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚

Hearing your beautiful giggles when he give you homemade chocolates, with red roses filled his heart. He decided making chocolate himself after learning how to a month ago. 

Giving you some light kisses on your forehead, which made you smile even more made his heart flutter, wrapping his arms around you. Nuzzling into your hair, “glad to you love them love” he mutter, a giggle slip your lips.

Ruffling his hair you place the gifts he give you onto the table. Warping your arms around him, digging into his chest, before smirking.

Sliding your hands down his chest. He twitch, a dust of pink covering his cheeks. “w-what are you doing my love?”

Giggling, you stop your movement, stepping away, cupping his cheeks. “why returning the gift~” Planting your lips on his, you slip your tongue into his mouth, hearing a small moan leaving his lips. The kiss turning into a sloppy kiss, hearing small moans and grunts. 

Bring you closer he deepen the kiss, but needing air you broke the kiss, smiling innocently, “Seeing how your loving this, why don’t we continue more~” seeing his lips turned into a lustful smirk he lean into your ear,

“Of course love, but ill be the one to make you feel good~” His hands slipping under your shirt, cupping your breast, a small moan leaving your lips. ‘ah, I hope I can walk tomorrow’

Can you do selectively mute s/o with Lisa, Eula, and Yae Miko plz n thnxs :]

Her with a Selectively Mute S/O

Characters: Lisa, Eula, Yae Miko x gn!reader

Warnings: none

A/n: Ah I forgot how fun it was to write for this prompt <3 ty for the request

Link to prt. 1 (not related, only if you want more)

• It became a game for Lisa to make you talk at first. She would ask you all different types of questions and even attempt to make you flustered with her charm. Eventually, it was less of a game and more of a weird relationship between you two. 

• Lisa was definitely insensitive, she knew better but it was a source of entertainment for her to make others flustered or upset. But seeing as you were never phased she would give up, having you around was nice, however. You never spoke yet you made her feel comfortable.

• Lisa would invite you to the library often to mess with you, she was surprised as you’d show up every time without fail despite her antics. Even when she thought you weren’t listening to her you would show up with no complications.

You walked into the library to silently have lunch with Lisa like always, it had become some sort of unspoken ritual between you two. When she saw you her eyes lit up in excitement, only to squint as she smiled at you endearingly. Her pearly white smile drove you crazy, but you’d never verbally admit it. “You’ve made it today cutie, I thought from yesterday you didn’t hear me,” she spoke.

You walked up to her desk, waiting for her to pack her stuff up so you two could make your way to Good Hunter together. “Say how about you order your food today. I want to hear your voice love, I imagine it’s silky smooth, something I’d expect from a cutie pie like you,” she stood up from her wooden chair, tucking it back into the desk. Her hand on your chest, sliding lower to your abdomen as a flirtatious gesture.

“I’d prefer not to,” you replied without a second thought. You only spoke when you felt necessary, so far with Lisa it hadn’t been until pressured to communicate with others. “I only want to speak to you,” you added for context. Lisa’s hand dropped from your chest, her eyes widened and her head lowered, expressing a deep frown of amazement.

“Say that again,” she enticed you, she regained her composure rather quickly. You shook your head, her drawing her ear closer to your mouth so you could whisper something, anything in it. “No- say it again. I want to hear your voice one more time, that was unsolicited so I wasn’t ready to memorize it. This time I can remember it well.”

You didn’t let out a peep, of course, she was being too greedy. “Listen, now that I know you can talk, you’d better be ready. I’ll get it out of you again one day,” at her old age she knew to be patient to get what she wanted. This was one of those moments.

• Eula was at first frustrated that you wouldn’t talk. That frustration turned into infatuation. and the infatuation developed into protectiveness. She was your guardian angel, especially if anyone tried to make fun of you. She would even get jealous if anyone tried to talk to you.

• Eula liked how you didn’t have any sharp words to offer her upon realizing she was a Lawrence. She remembered revealing it, expecting backlash, but you just blinked at her unphased at the revelation. She would find it easy to let her guard down around you in a comfortable silence.

• Eula became your voice. If you were eating out? She’d order for you, she already knew all of your preferences based on your reactions. If you were asked a question? She’d answer for you, she was convinced she knew best for you because you never talked back. 

Eula and you strayed through the alleyways of Mondstadt. It wasn’t until she met you that she truly felt like she belonged, even if you didn’t communicate how others did. It was okay, however, even though it felt as if she were talking to a stone wall 90% of the time, she wouldn’t have it any other way. “What do you want to eat today for lunch? I’m rather starved,” she asked you attentive to your needs.

You didn’t reply, just looking at your feet as they kicked around the cobblestone path. “Silent as always huh? How about Good Hunter? I could use some fisherman’s toast at the moment. Hm… but I’m not really craving it,” she was lost in thought. “You probably dislike how indecisive I am huh?” she asked you feeling incompetent.

“No, I don’t dislike it at all,” you replied in a monotone voice. She stopped in her tracks, you continued not noticing her falling behind you. Did you just speak? She thought. What an exotic experience, to listen to your voice. The more she thought about it the more her lust to hear it again grew inside of her.

“Please repeat what you had said for me,” she asked of you. She did a light jog to catch up to you, her heels clicking against the concrete. You continued to walk, ignoring her pleads. She tried stopping you, walking in front of you, linking to your arms, even pretending to trip to get your attention. “Please? For me?” she asked blinking abnormally fast like a child begging for a toy.

You looked at her nonchalantly, at this moment she realized her efforts were for naught. Of course, she never got what she wanted so easily. “Fine, I’ll do what it takes to listen to your voice again. I just have you know that the day I hear it is the day I’ll strike absolute vengeance upon you,” she folded her arms assertively with a pout. How mean.

• Yae Miko found it fascinating, she had never met such a silent human. She thought it was resourceful to keep you around, you’d follow her commands without hesitation and best of all there were no complaints. At first, she saw you as a tool, but eventually, she grew possessive over your loyalty.

• Miko at first found it awkward that she was the only one talking, thinking it was some facade. Eventually, she drew the conclusion that you were just mute. Whether it was diagnosed or by choice none of it mattered to her. She found it rather adorable, like a little doll. 

• It all started when Miko gave you a chore to sweep the main lobby as a joke. Unbeknownst that you actually completed it regardless of her insisting it was fine. She would experiment on you from thereon. Even growing an irrational paranoia that you would one day slip from her fingers without a single word.

Miko nuzzled against your shoulder, breathing in the fresh air that was littered with the scent of sakura petals. You had just completed sweeping the prayer rooms for Miko and dusting all the shelves. “Ah what would I do without you? You’re so obedient,” she looked up at you with puppy dog eyes.

“I must know, however-,” Miko started to think sentimentally. Recently she had been thinking that you might leave her, a thought she was plagued with. “Would you ever leave me? I mean it’s only natural. I one day gave you an order and you complied, it has been like this since I’ve known you. If someone else barked orders at you, would you follow them too?”

“No- never,” you replied bluntly without hesitation. Her ears twitched, her eyes widened, and her head cocked at an angle in shock. Not at your response, but at your voice. The fact that you even had a voice? She just assumed you lacked vocal cords at some point. But she realized now that she made a mistake drawing that conclusion without any evidence or confirmation from you.

“You can speak?” she asked. her voice wasn’t laced with any pitch like normal, just a flat question of confusion. She eventually regained her composure after realizing she wasn’t going to get a reaction from you. She cleared her throat. “You’re really not going to speak again after revealing that to me? What will it take? I can pay you handsomely,” she tried to bargain.

“I see,” she put her hand to her chin in analysis. “Anyways whether you decide to talk again or not, I am glad to know you’re loyal to me only,” she smiled at your response. Today she had not only been able to hear your voice but was able to clear any intrusive thoughts from her recent overthinking. 

SHARING A BED WITH THE GENSHIN BOYS.

genre. fluff, boyfriend au cw. none. pairings. xiao, kazuha, zhongli, childe x gn!reader.

all rights reserved to me. do not repost, translate or steal.

— xiao

xiao would be absolutely postively freaking the fuck out

he wouldn’t show it, obviously, because the last thing he’d want you to see are the reddening of his cheeks and his stiffer than normal stature

he would grumble a lot but deep deep deep deep x2 down he genuinely was so excited to sleep with you for the first time because it was a new step in your relationship

it takes him like 10 minutes after you fall asleep to lay down and then for like two hours (Absolutely No Exaggeration) he stares at you like a dog on the kitchen floor when you’re making food

it would take a couple times of laying together for him to finally bot get flustered anymore

— kazuha

kazuha would be so sweet and nice!!

he’d ask if it was okay for him to lay with you like twenty times because he was scared to even get near you or make you uncomfy

he’d also offer to put a pillow wall between you both and was literally hanging off the side of the bed despite putting it up

we all know how he is

he’s def the type to talk your fucking head off the the max at night like every time you’re on the verge of finally falling asleep he speaks out snd scares the living hell out of you

the pillow wall didn’t even prevent anything when you woke up the next morning he was attached to your side sleeping peacefully with a little smile on his face like ( ◠‿◠ )

— childe

a whore

100% absolutely planned how laying with you for the first time was gonna go weeks prior to the actual night

he put on cologne, brushed his teeth 5 times, sprayed that mint mouth spray, and put on his fanciest pajamas

he wouldn’t be like xiao or kazuha at all like not even similar in the slightest bit he wouldve jumped beside you the moment he was able to… which is exactly what he did

you didn’t even have time to register what was happening when you felt a gush of air and a head full of orange hair wiz past you and you were being forced to lay your head on his chest

he kept sighing dreamily every 5 minutes and asking “isn’t this just amazing”

despite this though he is very respectful and keeps his space if you want it but if you’re a cuddler he will not let you go unless you are blue in the face so dont even try asking

— zhongli

the gentlest gentleman

he would offer to sleep on the floor and actually wouldn’t take no for an answer because he felt like it was inappropriate to lay with you when you’ve only been dating for a month

but he might’ve underestimated how… hard the floor actually was in comparison to the comfort of his mattress and literally couldn’t sleep at all

so he decided to get up and lay on the couch instead…. but then there u went and called his name

as much as he doesn’t wanna admit he was hoping you’d ask him to lay with you bc the couch was as hard as a rock too… and luckily for him you did

like childe he would absolutely give you your space but if you wanted to hug him or him to cuddle you or anything he wouldn’t say no and would more than happily oblige <333

you are the sun (and all that i bask in)

pairings (separately!) - diluc ragnvindr, kaeya alberich, albedo, childe/tartaglia, zhongli, xiao, kaedehara kazuha, scaramouche, dainsleif, thoma, arataki itto, gorou x gender neutral reader

word count - 3549

genre - fluff

format - headcanons + blurbs

warnings - kissing, skinship, sharing a bed, vague spoiler for dain's identity, consensual waking with kisses

summary - good morning kisses with the boys :)

a/n - this is my submission for @xiaosmoon's valentines collab for the 7th day prompt: good morning kisses! :) it's also my first post in a while (i'm a lil rusty on writing so forgive me if i don't make sense in some parts aaa), and i just wanted to say thank you all for the neverending support and love i receive on this blog despite my inactivity, it means the world to me :) i hope you enjoy the post! <3

diluc—☆

there's never a morning where diluc doesn't kiss you upon awakening

it's how he starts his day and as necessary and mundane as eating breakfast or brushing his teeth (or breathing, dare he say)

good morning kisses are among his favorites because to him, there's no better way to be welcomed into the waking world that with the softness of your lips against his

he'll sacrifice some of his time allotted for his morning routine, but it's worth it just to spend a few more minutes with you

his kisses are firm and bathed in unwavering love, yet they shield a trembling longing that's caged beneath the flesh of his skin. every ticklish traversal of your fingertips, warm from sleep, stemming upwards from the small of his back to the apples of his cheeks set his heart ablaze and body alight. you'd cup his cheeks and welcome him to the world of consciousness with a smile that rivalled the stars themselves and a kiss tasting of the remnants of sweet dreams.

diluc would murmur words of insistence: that with the sun's blossom over the rolling hills and mountains of mondstat, he too should rise and tend to his duties. but within your arms under thick, wooly sheets was where he longed to be and desired to remain. it was easy to persuade him to spend an extra five minutes wrapped up in your arms: embarrassingly so. he'd pay the price when he scrambled to get ready, sands of time running so quickly through his hands as he would later hop around on one leg with half his leg in the pants hole, ruby broach tugged halfway over his face.

but it was all worth it to spend just a little more time basking in the morning sun and waking up to the feeling of your lips on his. so he stays for just "five more minutes" and lets his lips and soul connect against yours.

more characters utc!

kaeya—☆

kaeya loves to wake you up in the same way each morning: with his kisses

morning sun is always too hot for someone like him but you ground him back in reality and let him know that to live is to burn as much as it is to freeze

there are no teasing remarks, no neatly folded smiles or careful laughs

just your sweet kaeya and his loving kisses to greet you with the morning sun

dawn was never preferable for a man who thrived in shadows: but you were a different kind of light.

gentle as a firefly, ethereal and milky as the moon and tender as lakewater in the depths of midnight: you were his sun if sunshine were bathed in an inky mist.

with his arms wound tight around your body and a caress of his thumb just beneath your eye—shut in bliss and slumber—kaeya observed the rise of dawn and felt his skin tingle with a cathartic release, leaving the calm rise and fall of your chest and gentle pitter patter of your heartbeat to soothe the aches and sores that came with the sun.

he'd wake you up first with a kiss to your forehead (because blessed was the brain beneath your skull that looked at him and found love, solace, and home). your nose would scrunch up adorably, but settle back to baseline; this would not do. then, another to your cheeks (both of them, because he loved how supple and sweet they felt beneath his lips). next were your eyelids, where he longed to see the beautiful (e/c) gems hidden beneath the tenderness of your skin and recite poems of love with nothing but his eyes.

finally were your lips, where you became his muse and breathed life into him. by this point, you'd awaken (though you usually awoke when he kissed your eyelids but feigned sleep with a tricky smile on your face) and wrung your arms around his neck to tug him closer; and he'd let you, just like he did every morning.

but kaeya decided to prolong his usual morning kiss routine with you today: the early morning sun fancied you a divinity and bathed you in its glow, and though he was just a mere sinner, he longed to lay within your embrace and commit every inch of your beautiful face to his memory by heart.

albedo—☆

waking up to albedo makes you question if you're still dreaming

he's most likely still asleep, resting after a fruitful day of work of all kinds

but even in sleep his love is more tender and sweet than a droplet of honey

albedo often woke up to the tickle of your fingertips gliding over his scalp, just barely grazing over the roots of his thick locks. but he preferred his eyes to remain shut just so you'd continue for a little longer. when he eventually did open his eyes, he peered into your own pools and saw within them his entire world and all that he loved.

albedo wasn't much of a poet: he preferred to pour his creativity into blossoming pieces of art from his fingertips. but when you laid so calmly and warm in his arms and peered up at him with what looked like twinkling stars in your eyes, a plethora of thoughts washed over him like a gentle tsunami.

"radiant", "exquisite", "luminous", "ethereal", were just a few adjectives that came to mind whenever you looked at him with the gentle caress of morning sun on your face and a hazy smile on your lips.

he was sure that the flowery words of love that he wanted to convey to you were translated over when his lips met yours and all in the world fell silent.

childe/tartaglia—☆

should he wake up first (which occurs more regularly), childe will first study your face as if he'd be quizzed on it later

but really he adores how the sunlight contours the grooves and dips of your face and his attention is tethered tight to your lips like a metal coil

try as you might to persuade him that your morning breath isn't worth his kisses—he won't listen

because when childe wants something, be it glory, power, or the world even, he'll do what it takes to get his hands on it

even the strongest of knights need a kiss from their beloved to start the day right

childe takes his opportunities by the horns and slings reins upon them so that with a flick of his wrist, they are putty or stone in his hands.

but it seems you were the one to saddle him first.

it frustrated him: all you had to do was lie in slumber, eyes shut peaceful and safe and calm, and his heart would be sent aflutter. when you awaken and caress his face; greet each of his freckles and swipe fluffy locks of ginger hair away from his ocean eyes and shield him from the red hue of early morning sun, he is putty in your hands.

he's only ever know the worn grips of sword and knife handles and the sharpness of finely tuned words and edges of blades and pointed arrows that jutted outwards and would draw blood if he pierced too hard.

but you are soft, tender, and warm; a far cry from the frigid temperatures of cooled metal.

his good mornings, sweet words, and bubbled laughs are muffled between intertwined lips and a dance of hearts and a tangle of your hands in his locks. your smiles are swallowed between his lips and they taste of sugary syrup (and he's reminded that you love pancakes, and thus an idea for breakfast is formulated in his mind).

you're in no need of any words to convince just how putty childe is within your arms: his lips that meld so sweetly against yours say it all.

zhongli—☆

zhongli is a creature of habit and finds stability in repeating little things in his daily life

one of these things is to brew you a cup of tea—just the right temperature, amount of sugar, and milk—and serve it to you just as dawn begins to break over the horizon

there's no better way to greet a day full of promise and opportunity than to spend it with you and a warm beverage

you are an ethereal creature more beautiful than any cut of jewel that zhongli has ever gazed upon in his entire life. even with a wrinkled shirt, dried drool on the edge of your oh-so-kissable lips which always stretched into a sleepy smile whenever his fingers brushed against yours, and the glossy glaze of morning mirth that never faded no matter how many times you batted your lashes.

the porcelain cup of tea that he had carefully set aside for you had surely gone lukewarm right now, but you had let him know how delicious it was upon the first, steaming hot sip with a pleasant hum and gentle smile on your face.

now you laid your head on his chest, searching absentmindedly for the gentle thunder of his beating heart beneath the soft, cotton fabric of his shirt. he'd shake you gently every now and then: a proper reminder not to fall back asleep yet as the day before you and him had yet to be greeted.

yet despite being the strongest of the adepti and the former holder of divinity, it is you who silences an archon with a kiss to his lips and a gentle pat to his cheek.

xiao—☆

sleep doesn't come to xiao; it's as unnatural as breathing underwater

so he'll stand guard and chase away the shadows and cobwebs that surround you while you sleep

and when morning finally comes, and you've awakened to your loyal lover at the foot of your bed, he's of no position to object when you beckon him closer

with your heartbeat as a lullaby, perhaps he'll learn what it's like to breathe underwater

"you're awake." his voice was quiet, gentle; careful not to rouse you from tender sleep too abruptly

your eyes still phased in and out of consciousness, body begging to hold onto the last remnants of your sleep but you surged forwards and ripped the tendrils of slumber from your arms to greet your lover.

"that i am," you breathed, and stretched your arms out towards him like a beacon of light, "come."

years ago he would've declined ferociously (because the burdens he carried are forever his and his alone to shoulder). but now he's learned: that his debt is not all he is, that he is allowed to feel joy and feel blossoms of warmth spread across his cheeks whenever you weaved crowns out of qingxin just for him.

crawling onto the bed, his forearms caged your head in as he hovered over you and brushed the tip of his nose against yours no more delicate than a flower petal. you smiled, and skimmed your palms set ablaze with sleepy warmth up from his wrists over his chilled, scarred skin, to his supple cheeks. a tilt of his head to the side and his lips were all yours—and what a feeling it was to dance a morning waltz to the distant roll and crash of the sea.

xiao pulled away first, bashful and elusive and breathless from all you give to and take from him, before settling his body onto yours, head on your chest to listen to the steady beat of your heart. bliss overcame him when your fingers carded through his locks, and he knew this was the closest he'd ever get to heaven.

kaedehara kazuha—☆

kazuha is never far, but when the sun rises so does he

the ocean breeze and gentle roll of the waves stirs something deep within him and he's compelled to go towards it

but he'll always be within reach, and he'll always go where your intertwined hearts desire

guyun stone forest was beautiful in the early dawn when not even the crystalflies had gone to bed and some of the twinkling stars in the mauve sky had yet to return to the inky blackness. the sea breeze ruffled his hair as if the anemo archon themself had caressed his head in silent prayer.

the winds sounded favorable and playful today, like the innocent twinkling of a dangling bell from a cat's collar; today's events would work in his favor.

a silent smile spread across his face when he felt a pair of arms encircle his waist, and a tender kiss pressed to his cheek—chilled from the sea breeze.

your head lolled into the crook of his neck as you peered out at the calm waves, tinted the color of sunsettias in their brightest bloom. kazuha felt your heartbeat pitter against his back and raised his arm (careful not to let you come near the blade that hung from his waist) as a silent invitation to come closer—and you did.

kazuha's lips nestled themselves at the soft, tender part of your head and murmured a "good morning" into your roots; and a special, secret part of him hoped that he'd always be able to wake up to rolling waves, the fresh scent of salt, and your embrace in the early morning.

scaramouche—☆

it's difficult for him to fall asleep, and stay asleep

it wasn't until recently that he had discovered that you acted as somewhat of a remedy to his sleep problems

but he'd rather let his pride stay lodged in his throat and block his esophagus than admit that he falls asleep much better when your hand in clasped in his and your body is snug, puzzle-pieced against his own

even with all his reservations, he always wakes up to your hand intertwined within his own, and his face snuggled into the crook of your neck

"you know," you started, voice still rich and heavy with sleep, "sometimes, you cry in your sleep."

he wasn't even aware he still did that anymore.

"preposterous. you're seeing things." he responded.

yet you squeezed his hand and ushered him closer into the warmth of your body with a shake of your head against the pillow. "i'm not."

silence engulfed the bedroom save for the twinkle of freshly fallen snow from outside the walls of zapolyarny palace, and a pair of morning doves landed on the branch just outside the window before scaramouche spoke again.

"is that why you hold my hand?"

you hummed in thought, lost to the tendrils of thought for only a brief moment before your answer rolled so fluidly out from your tongue without hesitation.

"no, i hold it because i love you."

he scoffed, though he knew that you knew he wasn't annoyed in the slightest when he squeezes his arm tighter around your waist and raised your intertwined hands to press a kiss to your skin. he'd always sleep soundly if you remained by his side.

dainsleif—☆

he's seen the fall and rise of the sun too many times to count

the first few times he'd ever witnessed such beauty were breathtaking moment that stuck with him forever despite the circumstances in which he was allowed to breathe in dewy morning air and see the brilliance of the sun for the first time

but the novelty eventually withered away and what remained was numb and cold

until you entered his life and reignited the childish wonder within him; you became his new, eternal sun

he always woke up much earlier than you did: two or three hours were all he really needed at this point. but he preferred waking up earlier, at the time which dawn slowly began to creep up over the horizon, stuck between that lamentful limbo of inky midnight blues and striking, tangy oranges and playful pinks.

your body was pressed tight against his; limp in his lap with the faint fan of your snores tickling the strands of hair at the base of his neck. unlike the sun with which he had once found novel beauty in, your beauty never ceased, the novelty never wore off, and even in sleep you blessed him with light and the luck that he possessed to be able to love someone as lovely as you.

you'd wake up and prop yourself up on his chest to give him a kiss and whisper a good morning, before pulling him back down to sleep within your arms without question.

thoma—☆

thoma's got a strict schedule he needs to maintain

which means he's here and then gone on a long, busy day of work

but that doesn't mean he doesn't set aside the perfect sliver of time in his morning to wake you up in the gentlest of ways and bid his goodbyes until afternoon

thoma would chide you whenever you forced your eyes open just to watch him hustle around the room and throw on his clothes for the day—because there was no need to watch him slowly cut the cord of morning bliss that tethered the two of your together. but you couldn't help it; even if for a moment all you wanted was to lay your eyes on the man you loved.

"go back to sleep, i'll come see you soon. it's a promise." he whispered, careful not to ruin the sleepy trance you were caught in as he drew the thick covers back over your body.

you knew he always kept his promises (even if he did show up breathless with a bouquet of flowers and two sticks of tricolor dango in his hands), but he still sealed them with a sweet kiss first to your forehead, then to your lips for extra measure.

arataki itto—☆

itto is restless and always ready to go at a moment's notice

this applies from the moment he wakes up till the moment he falls asleep

you'd define him as a bit of a menace who drags you out of slumber with him for a morning filled with giggles and tickles and maybe a few pillow fights

but you're the only one capable of subduing an oni; and he'll willingly submit if it meant he'd see that smile he loved so much on your face

you had become accustomed to waking up to the long tips of his nails tickling against the tender part of your skin where your nerves collected together in your armpits and sides. bubbles of giggles erupted from your throat as he mumbled a husky "wakey wakey, sunshine!" into your ear with a voice still caught on the edge of sleep and dreams.

plead and fight as much as you want, itto's strength knows no bounds and he won't stop tickling with sweet laughter of his own until you've got tears running down your face and a permanent smile on your lips.

before he knows it, he's on his back instead of hovering over you and you've straddled his waist with a triumphant smirk and eyes that glimmered with mischief and wriggly fingers that zeroed in on his armpits and neck.

but a kiss to your lips is all he needs to distract you from the impending revenge you desired for the tickle attack. and what could you say? the plea of a truce in his kiss was enough to subdue your fighting spirit and fall prey to his embrace.

gorou—☆

he's shy and still stumbling through the thickets of love and affection

but there's never a morning where gorou doesn't wake you with feathery light kisses that lead up from the ends of your shoulders to the tips of your warm ears

part of him doesn't want to stir you yet from sleep but the other part of him wants to see your beautiful eyes and talk about everything and nothing in the moment of morning where there was finally no need to rush to do anything

he didn't want to wake you up at first, but you had a knack for being in sync with him so when your eyes fluttered open a little after his did and your hand reached up to smooth his frazzled, thick locks, he felt a little less guilty for rousing your awake. you had probably become used to the little tingles that resounded whenever he pressed his lips against your shoulder and led up towards your neck, and you always smiled and reassured him that you loved being woken up with something as gentle as his lips.

gorou loved when your fingers would find the soft part of his ears and stroke them softly as if you were handling glass. his heart felt full and swollen with an indescribable feeling that he hadn't felt before (and it felt light and airy). you hummed out an interesting thought you had from the day prior, and let him run over the day's plans for his soldiers while you stroked his head and let him run his calloused and battle-scarred hands over your back.

if possible gorou wanted to freeze time in this exact window of time each morning and prolong the domesticity and sweetness of your morning talks for just a little while longer. all he's ever wished for was something stable, comforting, and sweet and he finds all that he has ever yearned for within your eyes and embrace.

date published: february 7th, 2022

𝗚𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂ꨄ

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤: 𝐷𝑖𝑙𝑢𝑐, 𝐾𝑎𝑒𝑦𝑎, 𝑇ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑎, 𝐶ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑒, 𝑍ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑖, 𝑋𝑖𝑎𝑜, 𝐾𝑎𝑧𝑢ℎ𝑎, 𝐴𝑙𝑏𝑒𝑑𝑜, 𝑉𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖

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𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕖: 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓☁︎︎

♥︎𝗗𝗶𝗹𝘂𝗰

•𝘼𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮/𝙣 : 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦/𝑛? 𝑀ℎ 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦’𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑛𝑒𝑟. 𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡? 𝐷𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒 , 𝑎𝑚 𝑖 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑡𝑜𝑜? 𝐴-𝐴ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛’𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟... 𝑊𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒 ... 𝐴𝑛𝑦𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑦/𝑛 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑛? 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢.

♡︎𝗞𝗮𝗲𝘆𝗮

•𝘼𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮/𝙣 : 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑒𝑚𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑦/𝑛~ 𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑎 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑖 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔... 𝐴𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑝 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛. 𝑊ℎ𝑦 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠? 𝐷𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖, 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛’𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟. 𝐻𝑎ℎ𝑎ℎ𝑎ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤?

(𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙣’𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙨𝙤 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙩~)

♥︎𝗧𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗮

•𝘼𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮/𝙣 : 𝑢ℎ? 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑖 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒? 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒!𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑟, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑤𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑔𝑜 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑡 𝑝𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟! 𝐼-𝑖 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑎𝑠𝑘 𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝐴𝑦𝑎𝑘𝑎 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑢𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑜, 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘? 𝑀𝑦 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒.

♡︎𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗲

•𝘼𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮/𝙣 : 𝑎ℎℎ 𝑦/𝑛 ... 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒... 𝐴𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑖 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑖 𝑑𝑜 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑡? 𝐼 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑛’𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑖𝑡, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑐𝑢𝑡𝑒! 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤, 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑦/𝑛, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑟 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑖𝑡. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛’𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦?

♥︎𝗭𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗶

•𝘼𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮/𝙣 : 𝑑𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑤 𝑦𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑢𝑦 𝑖𝑡 𝑏𝑦 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓? 𝐼𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦, 𝑤𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑖 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛’𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑏𝑢𝑦 𝑖𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟... 𝐴-𝐴ℎ 𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑦𝑒𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡. 𝐼𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑡.

♡︎𝗫𝗶𝗮𝗼

•𝘼𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮/𝙣 : 𝑊ℎ𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒? 𝑂ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔? 𝐺𝑜 𝑜𝑛 𝑖’𝑚 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦/𝑛 ? 𝐽𝑈𝑆𝑇 𝐴 𝑀𝐼𝑁𝑈𝑇𝐸 𝐴𝐺𝑂?! 𝑊ℎ𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛’𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑑𝑖𝑜𝑡, 𝑚ℎ𝑝ℎ . 𝑀ℎℎ 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑡, 𝑖’𝑙𝑙 𝑔𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 ... 𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦? 𝑁-𝑁𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑖 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤.

♥︎𝗞𝗮𝘇𝘂𝗵𝗮

•𝘼𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮/𝙣 : 𝑎 𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟? 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒? 𝑂ℎ 𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑦/𝑛 , 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑒, 𝑤𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑖 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑚ℎ𝑚ℎ. 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐵𝑒𝑖𝑑𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑏𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑒 , 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑤𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑜 𝑖𝑛 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑠 . 

♡︎𝗔𝗹𝗯𝗲𝗱𝗼

•𝘼𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮/𝙣: 𝑖 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦/𝑛 𝑚ℎℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡’𝑠 𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝐾𝑙𝑒𝑒? 𝐻𝑎ℎ𝑎 𝑦𝑒𝑠, 𝑖𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝑖 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐾𝑙𝑒𝑒 𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚, 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑓 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑖 𝑎𝑚 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚. 𝐼 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑤𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐾𝑙𝑒𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑤𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑡, 𝑑𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚?

♥︎𝗩𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶

•𝘼𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮/𝙣 : 𝐻𝑎ℎ𝑎ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑒𝑡 𝑦/𝑛 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒? 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡’𝑠 𝑎𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒! 𝐷𝑖𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑒𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒? 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑖 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑛𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑎 𝑏𝑖𝑡 𝑢𝑝. 𝐻𝑒ℎ𝑒ℎ𝑒 𝑖’𝑚 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑎 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑚 𝑖?

KISSING YOU BREATHLESS!!

A/n; waaaaaaaaa

Genre; a bit suggestive

Characters; scaramouche, albedo, xiao, diluc, childe, kaeya, ayato x gn! reader

- After a long trip, SCARAMOUCHE misses you, really much. He misses the way you give him hugs everyday before going to work, he misses your smile and your voice. The second he sees you again, he pulls your body close into a long and relentless kiss, arms wrapped completely around your waist.

- You often find ALBEDO eyes glued to your lips, whats so special about them you wonder? One day, when he's busy working on paperwork, you curiously ask, he tilts his head up to find you longingly staring back, he couldn't resist the urge to stand up and pull your face, smashing his lips onto yours.

- XIAO prefers getting intimate with you in private, he doesn't really like show you off to others, but somehow everyone knows you're dating him, maybe it's the visible hickies he left on your neck?

- DILUC will slowly lean down to pepper little kisses on your forehead, making his way to your nose, cheek then your lips, messily making out with you, his kisses are hot, but at the same time gentle.

- CHILDE secretly likes it when you take control, grabbing him by his collar and aggressively make out with him. By the time you pull apart, his face was red, almost passing out, not that he's complaining tho.

- KAEYA often finds himself sneaking his arms around your waist, a sly smile plastered on his face, he doesn't care if it’s in public or private, who would care if they saw two couples making out?

- AYATO tilts your chin to his face then kneels down to capture your lips with his, hungrily savoring every single thing you have to offer, one hand holding your head to pull you in closer, pulling apart taking short second breaks, you could feel his hot breath against your skin.

MASTERLIST

Thanks for reading <3

PDA WITH THE GENSHIN BOYS.

genre. fluff, modern and boyfriend au cw. none. pairings. xiao, kazuha, zhongli, childe x gn!reader.

all rights reserved to me. do not repost, translate or steal.

— xiao

no. yes??? absolutely not.

the moment your hand grazes his?? stops in the middle of wherever you’re walking literally like he was frozen in time

its the first time you see any other expression in his features and of course its just the biggest look of disapproval

buttttttt as much as he says he hates pda and how much he actually genuinely quite literally does…..

he loves it. like in his head, in his own sad and bitter looking mental world, its like the sun after a rainy day.

did i mention you’re the only person that can make him believe hes actually worth something

thats exactly why hes in love with u i dont make the rules he’s absolutely smitten

he lets you keep holding his hand and keep the disapproving “i dont wanna be here” look on his face

— kazuha

yes yes yes

you dont even have to initiate it he holds your hand everywhere.

like literally everywhere, except the bathroom obviously because hes a gentleman (cant say the same for the fatui version of ed sheeran??)

his hand grasps yours and its like a burst of energy flows through him and he opens his mouth to spur out a corny poem he had came up with on the spot

also kisses. he luvs them. even if you gave him the sloppiest wettest kiss on the forehead he’d still ( ◠‿◠ )

and he’d ask for one more while we’re on the topic

— childe

…..here go again

im gonna say what we all know

childe is literally literally like a cat getting pet by its owner he embraces that shit like its rhe only thing on earth he was put here to do

he loves all forms of pda

hand holding kissing…. and most importantly hugging.

i dont mean any type of hugging

the moment you find yourself in public theres a six foot one lanky ginger with his arms around your middle and his head in the crook of your neck

you’ve been dating for HOW long??? and he still manages to make you flustered like you just met him whenever he back hugs you

he loves kissing your jaw too just to tease because he’s the biggest little shit in teyvat

— zhongli

if he was real i wouldnt know how to act oh my god

the most gentlemanly gentleman

he knows how to treat his s/o just ask guizhong

oh wait…..

anyways he’s not NOT a fan of pda but he doesn’t go out of his way to initiate it either

it’s more of like a “grab his hand and give him your best smile” and he always falls right into your trap

he loves kissing your hand.

he loves giving you the most charming smile before kissing your hand he’s absolutely in love with you

he also loves it when you wrap your arms around HIS waist… he walks around like he’s the luckiest man in the world bc to him… because he has you maybe he is

YOU SIT ON THEIR LAP RANDOMLY !

sfw. ft. ayato, childe, kaeya, diluc.

AYATO. he pretends like nothing happened. he acts so naturally when you just sit down on his lap, just puts his arm around your waist, very casually. doesn’t break the conversation, but knows damn well that you are flustered. it makes him feel a bit of satisfaction that your plan backfired, and he flustered you, instead of the opposite <3 

CHILDE. he loves it. it doesn’t surprise him at all, almost teases you about it. he just holds you by your hips, and makes you face him, with your legs on either side of his hips. even though it was you who initiated it, it’s him who took control of the situation. he doesn’t let you stand up from there, it’s just way too comfortable for him.

KAEYA. he won’t mind at all. similar to ayato, pays almost no mind to it. oh, but he has to mention that his lap must be your favorite place to sit. his teasing and cheesy way of flirting can never miss out, so you totally expected that reaction from him. you get a neck kiss in return for his lame jokes.

DILUC. he gets flustered. not too much or visible, but his heart definitely starts to beat faster, and his face starts to feel hot. not that you haven’t sat on his lap before, he just… didn’t expect it. especially not where people can see. he tries to act natural, sliding an arm around your waist, but you can feel his slight nervousness. 

I SHOULD'VE BOUGHT YOU FLOWERS ( all the things i should've done, i don't want to love you from afar. ).

— genre : headcanons. angst to fluff. — cw : breakups, swearing, parties, alcohol. — characters : childe, kaeya, albedo, xiao, thoma.

childe ; the childhood friend that grew apart and drifted away.

you remember when you and childe were still neighbours and best friends and so clearly two youngsters crushing on each other. what a trope for a promising pair that ended up as strangers.

he used to approach you with that shit - eating smile, clearly hiding something behind his back ( he's terrible at surprises ), his voice quite literally two octaves higher as he shoves yet another gift in your face. rich boys, you guess. his mom would smile fondly in the background, waving at you from the doorway of his house. you'd jump into his arms and he'd catch you just in time, strong arms holding you up against his chest.

it's all just platonic, he'd tell everyone. we're just friends. oh how he regrets saying that so confidently now.

childe really likes you. did he ever tell you that? he likes how you always accepted him for who he was and not everything he had. not how rich his parents were, not how good he was at sports, not how many girls swooned over him at parties. you liked him because he was ... him, whatever that meant to you.

it meant a lot to you.

but now childe is different. he's popular, not to say you aren't, but he's POPULAR popular. he plays beer pong on friday nights and winks at girls in the hallways and always has tons of fans cheering for him at those swim meets and hockey games. and he doesn't pay attention to you. you're way out of his league and you got the hint a long time ago.

and you act like you don't know him at all, but he knows it's really his fault. his fault for acting like he was better than you all for the attention of others, acting like you weren't worth his time once he became popular, ditching you to hang out with the cool kids. you act like you can't tell when he's upset, blue eyes too easy to read after all these years. you act like his smile doesn't remind you of when you were still young.

he misses you. he misses how you'd come to his hockey games with his jersey on, always catching your eye in the crowd. he misses how you feel clinging to his back like a koala as he piggybacks you around the neighbourhood. he misses walking home with you every single day, conversation flowing so naturally, words that cannot be exchanged anymore.

so when he's arriving home at an ungodly hour of the morning still a little tipsy, and sees your sleep - deprived form in an oversized hoodie, he quickly jogs after you.

"hey." he breathes, the scent of alcohol on his breath and a forced smile on his face — and yours. "hey." you mumble back, pressing pause on the music blasting through your headphones. he hesitates before speaking again, softly. "you shouldn't go alone. it's dangerous."

you laugh incredulously and childe is taken aback by your disdain for his genuine concern. "i've been doing this for years since we stopped hanging out. i'm fine." you turn around to continue walking, and make no effort to tell him to stop, so he follows you down the street to the convenience store.

he opens the door before you can, buying you your favourite drink from the fridge before you can reach for it yourself. you widen your eyes at his memory. you assumed he'd forgotten all about you, after all. and as if he can sense your thoughts, childe gently holds your palms in his as you stand awkwardly outside in the parking lot.

"i didn't forget about you, you know." he smiles sheepishly. "even if i act like a dick sometimes."

you look up at him expectantly, eyebrow raised in response. maybe it's because he's still a little drunk or maybe it's because it's 3:30 in the morning, but he figures this is the right time to tell you how he's always felt, even with tears stinging the back of his eyes — and he doesn't know why. "i ... miss hanging out with you, i guess. and it's my fault that i let you go, haha. i'm sorry. i miss you. i'm —

ah, you still remember how to shut him up by squeezing his hands gently when he starts rambling. when he gets insecure. when he looks like he's about to cry, because no matter how much time you spend apart, you'd never want to see him break.

kaeya ; the ex who realises you're happier without him.

there's no denying kaeya alberich isn't the easiest person to get along with or get to know. but it's hard to resist getting tied up in all his fun and games when he's so goddamn attractive.

after your breakup, you realised how much you hated him. hated the way he would lie and pretend things were fine. hated the way he acted like he told you anything, just for you to find out from someone else yet another secret he had been keeping. hated the way it always felt like a game of push and pull, chasing after him even after you were already his. hated how you could never decipher that twinkle in his eyes when you asked him if he truly loved you.

but at the same time, being apart from him from even a day made you realise how much you missed his presence. even if he was so incredibly unbearable. you missed his silky voice, speaking up for you in that authoritative tone of his when you were about to get pushed over once again, because he knew how afraid you were to stand up for yourself. missed his hands that would touch you gingerly, knowing all the right places to land before finally swooping you into a perfect kiss. missed the way you knew him best, you knew just from the way he looked at you, despite all the secrets he refused to spill until the very end.

you think kaeya didn't miss you, not after the way he walked off without looking back that night, glittering eyes turned cold and dull, not even sparing well wishes. he hasn't texted you since, notifications empty since you've changed his contact name ( but for some reason you can't delete his number yet ). it's like he's disappeared from your life, and you think it's because he despises you so much he wants to get you out of his sight.

on the contrary, he removes himself from anything related to you so no one will have to see him break. he can't bear to hear your voice anymore, calling him by his name in a tone full of contempt when previously you would call out a cute pet name with a bright smile on your face. he can't bear to watch you laugh at someone else's jokes or make an exclusive handshake with some other guy, as stupid as it sounds. he hates knowing that you go out with someone else on friday nights now, that you have someone else to go to when you're upset, that someone else is getting to know you possibly better than he ever has, and that's his fault. and he thought it would be better to avoid you, because if he doesn't see all this happening with his own eyes, perhaps he can pretend it wasn't true.

mutual misguided impressions of wanting nothing to do with each other, and of course you tried to get on with life in every way possible. it's safe to say you went through the generic post - breakup glow up revival whatever they called it. you even started talking to someone else. a part of you was upset that kaeya never noticed, but why? was it because you wanted him to see that you were better off, wanted him to feel worse about himself — or was it because deep down inside, you hoped he'd get jealous and try to re - appear in your life once more?

it's at the party when he first sees you. he wasn't expecting to see you here, knowing that you two had gotten used to staying at home on saturdays for date nights instead of going out with other people. it appears things have changed, and he shouldn't really be surprised. he sees the way you giggle, the way you look so fucking good in that outfit ... not that you don't look good in anything, though. he sees how other people take an undeniable interest in you, and he just can't help himself but intervene.

because shit, you're so hard to get over it hurts.

"hey sweetheart, fancy meeting you here." kaeya cringes internally at his own words, knowing you're not some stranger he couldn't care less about. this is YOU, why would he say such a stupid thing, meeting you for the first time after the breakup?

"you know this guy?" the person next to you looks him up and down, but kaeya knows ( due to his big ego, of course ) that there's really nothing terrible that can be said about him — on the outside, at least. so he flashes his widest grin, swinging an arm around your shoulder. before you can speak, he interjects. "yeah. we know each other quite well, wouldn't you say so, darling?"

his overuse of pet names isn't a surprise to you, especially when you can practically smell the scent of alcohol on his breath. it's not uncharacteristic of him, but after months of not speaking or even seeing each other it would be a lie to say you weren't shocked. similarly, kaeya is pleasantly surprised when you nod and plaster on a smile, nodding in consent when he makes a motion to lead you towards the quieter balcony.

kaeya lets his hand trail over your cheekbones, touch so featherlight it makes your heart leap out of your chest. he knows all the ways to break you, so why is he doing everything right now that you aren't his anymore? "hi." he whispers, the expression on his face full of a raw longing. "missed you."

"you're drunk", you reply matter - of - factly. "don't say things you wouldn't say if you were sober." your voice quivers when you speak, and you don't know why ( actually, you do, but you just don't want to admit that you still have feelings for him after all this time ) .

albedo ; the brilliant student who had greater things to achieve.

oh, dear albedo. named after a scientific phenomenon and he follows in its footsteps too. as the two highest achieving students in your year, he's always been your ( friendly ) rival.

albedo may have a one - track mind, consistently focused on his academics and academics only, but he seems to still make time for others. albeit aloof and socially somewhat blunt and inadequate, he is a generous and gentle person — never turning down requests for help and always being able to handle it all whilst still doing incredibly well.

he's a gifted kid and yet he still has other things he's amazing at. painting, for example. everyone always talks of his oil paintings and charcoal sketches but one day you walk into the art room as he's painting watercolour on the balcony and you swear you've never seen something more beautiful. um, the artwork, of course. not albedo, that's for sure, haha. but there's no use denying that he's just breathtakingly gorgeous.

but what truly captivates you about him is how thoughtful he is. always has an extra pen for you, black gel ink in 0.5 thickness just the way you like it in case you lose one or forget it when coming to a lab. he remembers your favourite flower, pink camellias, and it just so happens he grows them on his balcony at home. whenever you have to work on a project together in the mornings ( because of course you're always only each other's partner ), there is always a coffee, ordered perfectly to your preferences sitting on the table along with a new pastry he insists you try.

despite all the good in him, he's so ... unreachable. there seems to be so much to albedo, yet it's impossible for anyone to figure out what exactly is beneath the surface. because he doesn't want to show anyone what that is, and you know that. you know it all too well from the way you've tried to do activities other than academic projects and he always refuses. from the way your text conversations always run dry when you try to change the subject. from the way you only ever see him when you're at school or studying for something important. "i have no time for that," he would say nonchalantly.

and all the while, albedo is yearning to tell you why he feels as if he has to push you away. he's always been told he's too ambitious to be around — he makes people feel bad because he achieves so much more than they do, his busy schedule is too much for them to handle, the lack of quality time he has to spare means getting to know him better isn't worth it at all. albedo wishes he didn't have to watch your face fall when he gives you a small smile instead of a smooth remark like the other boys do, or control himself from hugging you just a few seconds longer when you look upset. if what they say is true, and it seems to be because so many people have repeated the same thing to him his whole life, then he doesn't want to ever put someone as wonderful as you through the inconveniences of being close with someone like him.

you had since graduated high school, let the memory of the genius boy slip from the forefront of your mind. you definitely didn't expect to meet him again four years down the road, accidentally bumping into him on the street on a cool spring day.

oh, he's still as pretty as ever.

a gaze of diamond blue collides with yours and you can't help but get lost in his eyes, his curious, captivating, and yet cautious stare so familiar and foreign at the same time. blond hair falls in front of his face, framing his delicate features perfectly, rosy cheeks flushed from the breeze.

"long time no see." he grins lopsidedly, his smile almost flirtatious in the morning sun. "long time no see," you respond, unable to contain the joy that spreads across your face. "so what are you doing here?" albedo sighs a little, and that's when you notice the pad of watercolour paper under his arm. "oh, i don't know. just finding fulfilling ways to pass the time."

you're taken aback — not due to his attention to detail or inquisitive nature of all that he sees and experiences, but because for once, he's not rushing somewhere or on the way to someplace greater. you swear you see a nostalgic twinkle in his eyes when he finally asks you whether you'd like to join him for the rest of the day. where to? he's not too sure yet either. but it should go perfectly fine with good company, no?

xiao ; the quiet boy at the back of the class who's always had a crush on you.

didn't you realise xiao has always noticed you?

maybe it's because he sits at the back of the class, his eyes glued to the front of the room — not at the whiteboard, no, at the back of your head, most of the time. involuntarily.

xiao tries to focus in class but it's only when you're not at school ( unfortunately ) that he can actually get any decent notes down. he makes sure to send them to you at the end of the day. you always reply with that cute little smiling emoji. it reminds him of how happy you always are compared to him.

or maybe it's because he doesn't talk much, preferring to stay quiet when the rest of the boys are rowdy and talk back to the teacher. when the rest of them go out to parties and try to hook up with some random girls they don't know, he's at home on the couch playing wii or mario kart with his younger siblings. when the rest of them ask him who he likes, he answers with a simple "no one. i'm not interested in people here."

but he knows he's lying to himself, because xiao knows the way butterflies flutter around in his stomach when you flash him a smile from across the room. he knows the way words get stuck in his throat when he wants to ask you a question, and the way his hands shake when he wants to tap you on the shoulder to get your attention. he knows the way his heart races every time you brush against him or accidentally come crashing into his chest in the hallways ( because you're always rushing somewhere for some strange reason he doesn't understand ).

he thinks you never notice him despite all the space you take up in his mind. he's wrong, though — you've always noticed him too, lonely yet beautiful amber eyes that catch your stare every time, gentle touches to manoeuvre you back in the right direction so you won't be late for class, a soft, low voice that asks if you're alright, thoughtful texts updating you about what the teacher said when you're home for one reason or another.

you noticed how he thinks he's sly when he slides a bracelet made of daisies onto your desk, accompanied by a sticky note with a smiley face so uncharacteristic of his cold personality. how he never talks to you in person but can stay up texting you all night. how he pauses his valorant matches for you because you watch him stream and every so often when you respond to his messages, he would let himself die in - game to reply — you swear it isn't on purpose. how he stutters when you interact at school, unable to do anything except nod or shake his head.

god, he's so cute.

so one day you decide to ask him out on a date. in letter form, of course, because no one ever said you were any more bold than he was when it comes to things like love.

it's 7:45 in the morning when you rush into the math classroom, putting a brown paper envelope face down on xiao's desk, sealed with a little sticker shaped in a heart.

it's 8:02 in the morning when xiao walks into class late, drenched from the early rainstorm. someone snickers at the way he shivers and his hair plasters across his forehead. you pointedly give them one of your best death stares.

it's 8:10 in the morning when xiao finally opens the envelope, hiding it behind one of his books. he's thankful you sit in front of him, because heavens forbid you see the way he can't resist a stupid smile when he realises this is you're handwriting, YOU are asking him to meet tonight, it's you, it's always been you.

it's 3:10 in the afternoon when you feel a tap on your shoulder, and you spin around, finally meeting eyes with him for more than five seconds for once. he opens his mouth and then shuts it, fumbling with the envelope in his hand, clearly extremely flustered at the attempted interaction. "hi."

"hey. uh -" he holds up the letter awkwardly. "if this is real, then ... yes."

"it's real!" you proclaim excitedly, probably a little over - the - top due to the adrenaline coursing through your veins. "see you tonight then right?" you smile sweetly and he thinks he'll combust at how inexplicably adorable you look right now. a blush creeps across his cheeks and he hates how he grows even redder when you reach out to hold his trembling hands. "hey ... don't be nervous, okay?"

fuck, you're so thoughtful it makes his heart want to beat out of his chest. "okay." he breathes, secretly wishing he could keep holding your hands for a little longer. "see you tonight."

thoma ; the best friend that watched you fall for someone else.

your best friend has always been one of the prettiest, most gorgeous people you have ever met.

emerald eyes that glitter in the golden sunlight, strawberry blond hair tousled over his constantly - smiling face, cheeks flushed with the excitement of wherever you're going together this time ...

"you're like a brother to me", you've always told him, and he has always been okay with it for as long as he can remember. he doesn't know when it all changed — when he internally grimaced at your platonic words of reference, felt his heart sink whenever you introduced him as your best friend and nothing more. even with all the time you spend together, all the friends who ship you two together and all the precious moments you've shared, he knows that there is a boundary he won't ever dare to cross in fear of changing the wonderful thing you two have fostered.

thoma thinks it's unfair. unfair how you're falling in love with someone who doesn't even love you, someone who has the audacity to lie to your face about how much they care. he thinks it's unfair how you can believe in their pretty deceitful lies and all the sugarcoated bullshit used to lure you into their toxic embrace. he thinks it's unfair how he's been there for you all this time, been so genuine and pure and kind and considerate towards everything YOU. and yet you seem to pay no mind to his efforts and instead have your eyes fixed on someone else.

but at the same time, he can't blame you, because he knows how attractive those others are compared to him. they're good at everything, have lots of friends, go to parties instead of being homebodies, and in general just know how to get you on the edge of your seat — something that a soft, gentle, shy guy like him could never do. he could never fluster you with a one - liner or make you blush at first sight. he's not that kind of person, and he knows it. and when he was still the one you were closest to in life, when you still listened to him and cared about him, he didn't mind so much. but now he's been thrown aside, sometimes he wishes he was someone else.

you've had this conversation far too many times. thoma tells you he's just caring for you out of the goodness of his heart, and you angrily push back, saying you know what's best for you. but there's a little voice of conscience inside that nags at the back of your mind, a constant reminder that you tend to be too blind to see what's in front of you while it's still there. a reminder that you often don't think things through, that since the beginning of time thoma has been there to help you solve problems in a calm way, to get you out of sticky situations, so stand up for you no matter how much he gets shamed or bashed for it. and yet, you still are indignant that you know better.

"this isn't healthy ..." he's tired of receiving your late night calls, not because he doesn't want to hear your voice or talk to you but because it's always on the topic of you stupid ex, one who keeps playing you over and over like a game that's just for entertainment. he's tired of it, hearing your broken cries and begs for his comfort, feeling his own heart shatter at your sobs and wishing he could get to your house faster. even if being harsh with you would be more effective, he could never bring himself to do so, always dampening his own emotions and practicing his patience to simply be the good listening ear he's always been.

you shake your head, opening your mouth to protest. "but —" "but he's just no good for you!" thoma raises his voice to interject for the first time, eyes blurring with unshed tears as you angrily wipe away your own. "why can't you see that?"

"god, why can't you just GET OUT of my personal shit, thoma? do you hate me or something?" as soon as you speak, you realise your mistake. he would never hate you, and it hits you as soon as you lock eyes with the sadness that fills his. "do i make you feel like i hate you?" his voice is quiet and timid, like an animal retracting back into its shell. "i'm really sorry."

regret instantly rushes into every inch and crevice of your soul and it engulfs you whole, arms instinctively reaching out to pull him into a hesitant hug as he sobs silently into your shoulder. "no, i'm sorry," you whisper, running your hand through his hair. "i know you're right. you always have been."

understanding, forgiving eyes meet yours and you wonder why you've never seen your best friend in a different light before. why you've never considered the fact that you feel so safe, so comfortable, so happy and carefree around him — you feel so much better in your own skin. and you know that no matter what you do, he will always be there to catch you when you fall.

THROWING IT BACK ON HIM. I’m feeling ROMANTICAL 😈

KAEYA, ZHONGLI, DILUC, CHILDE, SCARACOOCHIE, ALBEDO

cw. suggestive, please don’t mastrubate to this!! take those fingers out yo bootyhole and spray em with Lysol. NEOW

ac. pnkkr4mune on twt;;

DILUC doesn’t know what the fuck to do.. 😭😭 His hand is flying everywhere. Man’s going places‼️ Is he supposed to? Hold your..⁉️ Is it even respectful. HES LOOKING AWAY AS BEST AS HE CAN‼️ WHILE HIS HANDS SEARCH FOR SOME BADONK DONK… while keeping a 6 inch social distancing. Respect 💪💪

KAEYA is grinding at that shit. Fookin delicious. Man’s in those skinny jeans GETTING IT ‼️‼️ He’s ur hype man, doesn’t matter if ur a stranger, friend, fiancee. TO HELL WITH IT 🤬⁉️⁉️ he probably has an erectile dysfunction from those skinny jeans but HES RECEIVING ASS PRETTYY WELL..

ZHONGLI puts his hands on your hips, and puts his head on your shoulder, and closes his eyes. WE THROWING OUT OUR DUMPITY DUMP TRUCK AND UR GONNA.. CLOSE UR EYES⁉️⁉️ THE FUCKING AUDACITY 🤬🤬 if his voice didn’t sound like literal sex, that bitch would’ve been DEAD. 😇

CHILDE hypes you up, like kaeya but he’s secretly a virgin 😭⁉️ this man gets NO bitches. ZERO PLAY 🤣👎⁉️ HE SAYS HE KNOWS WHAT HES DOING AND FEELS U UP… but in reality he’s shitting himself. HE DOESNT KNOW WHAT HES DOINN 😭😭 he tries escaping through the bathroom window. Let’s hope ur into edging, bc that man is an ajaxulate and evacuate kinda guy

SCARAMOUCHE slaps ur ass and slutshames u. NOT LIKE… sexist shi but sexy stuff yk. Romantic fr⁉️💞💞 But tbh he’s actually VERY embarrassed and his red ears are covered by his hair. DAMN THAT BOWLCUT🤬🤬 probably halfway in, he hurts your feelings and you have to stop him.

ALBEDO asks u wtf ur doing. Like. IM TRYNA SEDUCE U 🙄🙄‼️‼️ mating call yk. He probably records it for “research purposes”.. He just stares at ur ass. It’s very awkward, I suggest throwing urself off a bridge. 💞💞

ASKING THEM TO BAIL YOU OUT OF JAIL.

MASTERLIST | G!N READER

summary : "hey, this is y/n's friend. uhh, y/n's in jail and they need your help with bailing em out."

characters : venti, diluc, kaeya, zhongli, childe

[🌸] Genshin Boys Reacting To You Smothering Them With Affection <333

Diluc

The first time you do it, it catches him conpletely of guard. The blush on his face was evident of that. Kinda likes your kisses and hopes you do it again. Just not in public though. He has a reputation to uphold and he hopes you respect that, But when the both of you are alone it’s a completely different story. Withing the walls of his manor, he turns putty in your loving arms, he is your baby and demands attention, but keep in mind, its only when the two of you are alone.

Kaeya

Instant ego boost. Not even kidding smh. Be aware though, cause once you do it, he will demand affection every second of the day, starting as soon as you wake up. He doesn’t care if people are watching, he will do it public too. Now the angsty part. I believe Kaeya is very touch starved since his father left him in mondstaldt when he was just a child and the incident with Diluc only made it worse, so he is very grateful to have a lover like you, who he can rely on for a gentle feeling of fondness.

Venti

Instant ego boost part 2. Litreally clings onto you like a leach. Wouldn’t let go untill you give him some kisses. Again, doesn’t matter if you are in public. You both are drinking in the tavern? he needs a hug. You both are cassually sitting on a bench near the cathedral? He demands a kiss. People passing by give you both disgusting looks but again, he doen’t care. After venti lost his friend, the nameless bard, he didn’t think he had ever felt this way. The warm fuzzy feeling your tenderness gives him, makes him feel like he is on cloud 9 and somehow he just cannot let it go.

domestic things they do | genshin men

masterlist

characters: diluc, kaeya, itto, albedo, gorou, childe, xiao, and thoma.

a/n: i laid in bed and wrote this after school so yeah. i love domesticity, wanted to write fluff after writing so much angst for thin ice. :)

diluc always has to leave late for night watch, but there’s one thing he’ll do without fail: he kisses you softly on the forehead before he leaves. diluc doesn’t know how to aptly show affection when you’re awake, but pecking you on the forehead before you leave is a step in the right direction to him.

kaeya will always give you his coat when you’re cold. he doesn’t even need for you to say anything; that thick, fluffy, leather jacket gets draped around your shoulders without fail. when you look at him with surprise, he only winks and shrugs his shoulders.

on days where you come home after he does, zhongli always has a cup of tea prepared for you. most days, it’s oolong tea. but the more and more time you spend together, he sorts through your preferences. zhongli won’t skip out on details either; he knows exactly when to stop pouring in the creamer, how many sugar cubes is just right, and how long to set it over the stove so that it’s warm when you come home to him.

albedo will always ask how your day is before you can even say “welcome home!”. he wants to know everything always, and that includes discovering what makes his love happy and sad. he’ll be quiet in listening, staring at you with enamored eyes.

no matter the weather, sick or in good health, itto is always willing to cuddle you. he likes hold your hand while doing so and stuff his head into your neck too. no words need to be exchanged—everything is already expressed in the steady rhythm of his heart.

gorou is always willing to run out and get you whatever you need. if it’s the middle of the night and you want some miso soup? he’s already halfway out the door. sometimes, he’ll even come home with whatever you were thinking about needing. he’ll joyously laugh in delight, chuckling that you both are telepathic.

childe always brings home gifts. whether or not he’s been gone for a few hours or a few months, he’ll return to you with trinkets. when you ask him why he bought it, he’ll bashfully reply that it reminded him of you.

to everyone else, xiao couldn’t care less about reminding them of their well-being. but before you ever go anywhere, xiao will clippedly scold you for not wearing warmer clothes, or forgetting to bring an umbrella. when you tell him thank you, he’s reduced to a flustered, blushing mess.

thoma, somehow, is always one step ahead of you when it comes to chores. when you leave the dinner table to go get your phone? he’s already wiped down the table, put away the leftovers, and is in the middle of washing dishes when you return. when you come home, your room is spotless, the closet is organized, and taroumaru is well-fed. if you try to tell him that you can do some of the work, he’ll laugh and tell you it’s no big deal.

zhongli ▪︎ beloved

pairing: zhongli x traveler!(f)reader (in 2nd PoV - "you") or Lumine if you wish

genre/theme(s): angst with happy ending + jealousy, fluffy as fuck, midst-of-a-slow-burn-romance type, mutual pinning, misunderstanding

word count: 5.9k+ (omg sorry didn't really plan for this fic to be THIS LONG)

summary: rex lapis has plenty of time on his hand ever since he stepped down from his former seat as the geo archon. currently as zhongli the mortal, it is not so rare for him to accompany her on her commissions now and then. over the time spent together, the feelings she harbored for the man were no longer as simple as one would hold for a good friend — it took one interesting commission for her to realize that. if only she knew she was not alone in this. — | m.list

a/n: I'm finally back after LONG hiatus. i'm very thankful for this break; my inspiration was as dry as the desert. picking up where I left off, i've decided to release this long overdued fic rotting in my drive. i needed the warm-up hence here is that fic. I decided to give writing in 2nd PoV (You) a try, and I have to say I enjoyed writing this fic in that way! You could pretend the reader to be you (the traveller) or simply Lumine (i mean, Lumine IS the traveler which is YOU - if you play female MC ofc.)

enjoyyyy. i look forward to reading feedback <3 please do me a favor and reblog this too! :)

Canopied by the overhanging trees, golden eyes squinted against the sunlight shining down at them through the leaves, then lowered their gaze.

Back to the soft breathing by his right shoulder where his lips met the crown of your head with an accidental brush at the turn of his head — one that he made no move to pull away from.

The edges of his lips lifted as incoherent words were murmured against him in your slumber.

A surge of wind tugged his eyes up and onto the glistening ocean beyond the green, grassy hill they sat on.

Liyue Harbor was right across, bustling and busy as ever.

Even from the hill across the city, he could hear the hollers of the dock crews and see the locals milling along the wharf. Ships were departing and docking, in and out.

Strong and prospering on its own feet, Liyue Harbor ran like clockwork.

There was nothing more he could do for the city he had built.

His archon days were long over.

Morax, Rex Lapis — he had abandoned these names and every meaning behind them.

No longer the Geo Archon, he was simply Zhongli the mortal now, and truly enjoyed everything about this mundane life.

Strolling leisurely while taking in the sights around the city, listening to stories told at Third-Round Knockout with tea to accompany him, and watching businesses unfold between merchants and their customers in the lively market.

These were the many things he grew fond of as Zhongli, but what he found himself looking forward to the most...was your company.

Whether it was just a mere chat over tea or out on adventures in the wilderness every now and then, your presence seemed to brighten his mortal days even more.

As a gust of wind blew at the hilltop, Zhongli raised a hand, his eyes focused on the lock of your hair blown into your face by the wind.

Only to pause as you stirred.

Fingers on your face dropped back onto his lap as he watched you open your eyes, with a small frown between his brows.

"Sorry, did I wake you?"

You met his apologetic gaze drowsily. "No..." A yawn escaped your mouth.

Your head shifted against his chest. Since when were tree trunks this comfortable to lean on?

You moved your gaze away from his with groggy blinks—

Then jolted upright with a sharp gasp, flinching away from him like you were scalded.

Flustered blush colored your cheeks. How did you end up sleeping on Zhongli?

Your eyes sprang wide.

—oh no!

What if you snored? Or worse, drooled?

Your hand flew to your lips to check, horrified at the absurdity of that thought; it was ghastly to even think about salivating all over a former archon.

Thankfully there was none, you dropped your hand back to your lap as relief left you.

"My apologies," Zhongli's voice turned your head. "I didn't think you would be uncomfortable being this close to me."

There was a strange expression on his face, "I just thought you would sleep better against me than this tree." — a faint smile that made him look somewhat...disappointed.

You broke into a smile, laughing. "No no, I was just surprised," Another yawn was stifled, "Thank you, Zhongli, I had a really good nap."

Your eyes darted to the trees behind theirs, in time to see distant figures among them, moving in their direction.

"...Looks like they're here." You turned your head to watch Zhongli climb to his feet. "It still puzzles me why they made such a request; I'm afterall just an ordinary funeral parlor consultant."

You stood as well, brows raised in incredulity at his words but said nothing.

Ordinary? Nothing about him was ordinary.

Even as a mortal, he makes heads turn.

Almost every single woman they met on your commissions seemed to be enamored with him. It was hard to tell whether he was ignoring their obvious advances or was simply oblivious to the attention he got.

You couldn't blame them though.

Zhongli was a gentleman known for his vast knowledge and talents. His speech and mannerism were sophisticated enough to charm anyone on the streets albeit not intentional, or at least you thought so. Even as a close friend, you weren't immune.

He was like...a natural ladies' man, so much so that you often felt like a third wheel whenever they traveled the lands with female clients.

And from these experiences, it had not been pleasant being on the receiving ends of suspicious glares and calculated stares despite being introduced by the man himself as a mere good friend.

A sigh left you as you stepped forward with Zhongli, silently hoping for none of those this time.

Grass and dirt crunched under its wooden wheels as the horse carriage rolled towards them.

There were intricate signs of wealth all over the vehicle.

The roof of the carriage had an edge rimmed with gold and carved dragons in the polished wood. Guarded by the back of the horseman, the carriage hid its occupant away from the world behind its sturdy wooden doors.

The horseman himself wore a short robe of black and blue, armed with a metal plate across his chest and a sword on his back.

Unmistakably, this whole picture was a telltale sign of their client — a daughter of a rich man; whoever this Lady Wen was.

Even the stallions pulling it wore expensive cloths marked with a symbol around their necks.

In an anticipating silence, they watched as the carriage finally slowed to a stop.

The man at the front hopped off the carriage with ease, robes fluttering with his movements as the grassy ground met his feet with a rustle.

You two watched him begin to move, fully expecting him to pull open the door for his passenger to step out.

But instead, he started walking towards you two, almost eagerly, with his hand raised and extended before him. When he came closer, you noticed he was a young man with dark hair long enough to be tied loosely in a semi-ponytail and a face decent enough for ladies to take interest in.

Zhongli was the first to mirror his gesture with legs moving forward and a hand raised to meet the man's, but for it only to fall back to his side when he realized that the man was fixated on something else.

Not on him.

His brows rose.

…but on you.

"You must be her," with admiration on his face, and hand around yours. "...that woman."

Did he mistake me for Zhongli…? He does know that Zhongli is a man right —

Shock elicited a surprised gasp out from you when he suddenly brought his lips down to the back of your hand in a greeting kiss.

You could only stare back at the stranger with wide, blinking eyes, unsure what to do.

Next to you, Zhongli’s golden eyes narrowed as a feigned cough ensued from his throat.

You jolted at the same time with the man. "Oh right! How can I forget my manners?" he released your hand, eyes darting briefly over to Zhongli.

"Forgot your manners, indeed." You thought you heard Zhongli mutter under his breath,

"I'm Young Master Wen." the man introduced, “You may call me Jun instead.” as he returned his attention, hopeful gaze back to you under Zhongli’s furrowed scrutiny, just as you were bringing your offended hand behind your back, afraid he would kiss it again.

You wiped your hand hastily against your clothing as subtly as you could, not expecting his next line. "...I've heard of what you've done for both Mondstadt and Liyue — definitely a woman of power and beauty!"

—you coughed, spluttering on choked saliva in your surprise.

You were aware of the many praises about you.

Strong, yes. Cute, yes. Pretty, maybe.

But a woman of beauty? Never.

You could only manage an awkward thank you as Jun finally turned to Zhongli. Thank god, the overly passionate gaze on you was getting a bit too much.

"And you must be Mr. Zhongli!"

"Ah yes, Young Master Wen." Zhongli merely said, shaking his hand.

You looked over at Zhongli in mild surprise.

There was something different about how he greeted the man — almost grudgingly if you were to squint. His usual cordial enthusiasm was lacking.

You swore you saw a dagger-like glint flash across his golden eyes, just as the man turned his head back to you, about to step towards you with the same fascinated look on his face.

Zhongli moved fast so you didn’t realize until you suddenly found yourself blocked by a broad back and peering over Zhongli’s shoulders at Jun instead.

“Enough, Young Master Wen, I’m sure she understands quite clearly that you admire her.” Zhongli intervened, feeling the coil of frustration in his chest tightened. “—now, where’s this Lady Wen who seeks me? Your sister, I assume, going by your title?”

You felt the tension in your shoulders leave with your silent sigh when Jun finally pulled his gaze off you. Weirdo.

“Oh, my sister—”

“It's been a long time since we met, Zhongli."

All eyes swiveled to the carriage to watch a lady emerge from its confine.

So this was Lady Wen, your eyes widened.

So she was the one who asked for Zhongli in the commission letter Katheryne passed to you?

Though siblings, the Lady Wen standing in person before you was not what you had expected. Apart from her wealth, her face also sets her apart from other women; for she bore a face men would compare to a goddess.

Mesmerized by the flowery grace and gentle sweet smile of the approaching woman, you knew you were right to doubt the compliment the man sang of you.

You? A woman of beauty? No way.

It was Lady Wen.

So what did this beautiful lady want with Zhongli? You wondered glancing between the man standing before you and the woman.

Then you caught the quiet admiring gaze on Zhongli, and a faint sign of recognition on the said man’s face. “—Wen Rong.” You heard him utter.

“It's been a long time since we met, Zhongli." Her greetings echoed back in your memory, then it clicked.

Ah, you understood now.

Night fell over like a curtain of darkness, just as the carriage arrived at a distance five hours away from your destination.

Shadows lurked in every corner of the campfires, behind the trees and the bushes.

The fire crinkled and sizzled in the soft breeze, dancing lightly on the firewood stacked atop of each other. Over the warm light it emitted, you could hear their laughter.

Hers and his.

Despite not seeing each other in years, their friendship rekindled almost instantly.

You sneaked a glance at them, to where you previously sat before you realized you were too dumb to understand what they were saying.

You weren’t sure what they were chatting about, but you knew they were subjects Zhongli loved to share with you when you two hung out. Most of the time, you would either end up nodding and feigning understanding, change the subject or just zone out completely.

Things were definitely different from the other commissions you two have taken on. You weren't on the receiving end of suspicious glares and calculated stares this time round.

There was no one vying for Zhongli's attention; it wasn't necessary when the female client was his friend and someone like Lady Wen.

Lady Wen was not only the definition of beauty; she was grace and wisdom too, with a soft, friendly personality like a cherry on top.

Every aspect of her seemed to compliment the former archon so well.

This was one of the few rare times you had seen Zhongli so immersed in conversations with someone on a commission. But of course, it was because they met before.

And perhaps, the only commission Zhongli had barely spoken a word to you, or you to him — you didn't see why you should interrupt them.

A bitter sense of helplessness and frustration curled like a tight knot in your chest as you hugged your knees closer to your chest, nails digging into your palms.

...but why does this bother you so much? Zhongli and you were just good friends after all.

As a good friend, shouldn't you be happy for Zhongli if he found someone he could spend his mortal life with?

You were afterall a mere child to him…or at least that was what you felt sitting with these two.

Enough.

You fought, begged the strange twinge inside your heart to stop.

The Wen Mansion was just five more hours away from here, and you will be done with this commission. Why should you care? It was so silly.

For whatever reasons Lady Wen's father wanted to meet Zhongli, it was not your business to care. It was Zhongli’s.

Staring at the fire, your jaw clenched as their laughter reached your ears once more.

Maybe you should go help Jun out?

For a young master, he was pretty adapted to the outdoors. He reminded you of a puppy — a nice, weird puppy that was a little overboard with his admiration for you.

He was a bit strange and a little too enthusiastic for you to handle but c’mon, you practically fought both humans and monsters for a living. What was so scary about this man anyway? Besides, you needed fresh air to clear your head.

You rose to your feet and stepped over the log you sat on. The voices of the two grew faint as you entered the vegetation around the camp, in the direction you knew Jun headed for.

Jun insisted he should be the one carrying back your share to their camp despite occupied arms, but you walked ahead before he could grab the ones in your grasp.

Following you into the camp like a shadow, you saw him walk away in a different direction, to the fire closer to where Lady Wen and Zhongli sat from the corner of your eyes as soon as you two broke into the edge of the camp.

You shrugged, returning to the one further away. The one you left behind to find Jun.

The bundle of sticks and branches gathered in your arms was placed by the fire as you kneeled down to the dirt ground. The warmth of the flame instantly engulfed you; you felt a sheen of chill on your skin vaporize in its heat as you drew near to feed it more wood.

Nights in Liyue, especially in areas dense with trees, were often dewy and cold and this night was one of them. You could feel the cold penetrating your usual traveling cloak and nipping at the skin your dress underneath failed to cover.

The fire crackled and jumped as you fed it the last stick from your finding. Just as you leaned away and settled on the log behind you, you felt a presence hovering beside you.

“It wasn’t wise to go off into the woods alone with him.” His voice answered your question before you could turn to find out who.

There was a tinge of disapproval on his face when you looked up to find Zhongli gazing down on you.

A small ball of anger curled inside you at that face. “I don’t see why not.”

Your eyes flitted behind him, wandering to where Lady Wen was, and found her glancing over while saying something to Jun.

Shuffling feet and the shift of the log beneath you moved your gaze to your side in time to watch Zhongli settling down beside you.

There was a frown on his face.

“Didn’t you see how he looked at you this afternoon?” His gaze seemed to cut into you from the way his piercing eyes dug into yours. “You made me worried sick just now when I looked over and you were not there.”

You looked away; his eyes on you always set your heart pounding. Staring into the fire, you threw out a careless laugh. “Jun isn’t so bad. He’s just a little excited about me, but he is actually pretty nice.”

“A little excited?”

You couldn’t see Zhongli’s face but you could hear the incredulity and exasperation in his voice.

“Anything could have happened among those trees. I’ve lived long enough to know what perverted minds would do and I can see right through him.”

Your breath hitched when you felt the tip of his leather glove graze your hand, but you snatched it away before he could hold it. “Please, could you stay away from him?”

Quite often when you two talked side by side like this, you would always find your hand in his, fiddled absentmindedly as his voice coated the air, but you weren’t up for it this time.

“I’ve fought long enough to be able to handle them.” You hated the way he lectured you like you were a child.

Maybe you were indeed one to him, and this possible fact in your head brought up the memories of Zhongli and Lady Wen’s laughter, the silent look of adoration on Lady Wen’s face, and how clueless you felt sitting around them.

You stood up. “Stop treating me like a child, I don’t need your concerns, Zhongli.” Your voice was icily calm. “Your priority should be Lady Wen, not me.”

You saw something flash across Zhongli’s face but you had too much inside to care and ran for the woods.

Morning came, and this meant it was time to hit the road once more.

You avoided him as much as you could until the carriage was loaded and ready to go. You could feel his eyes on you the entire time you helped to prepare the carriage. You spared no glance at him through it all, but you could sense it off him; his desire to speak to you.

And even more so when you settled yourself beside Jun at the front of the carriage instead of inside.

Jun appeared oblivious, happy you chose your place beside him, not noticing the tension between you two, while Lady Wen glanced between you two but said nothing before politely beckoning Zhongli into the carriage with her.

Zhongli seemed to have resigned himself to your silence and stopped glancing over. The troubled crease between his brows softened as he helped Lady Wen onto the vehicle with a steady hand around hers like the gentleman he is.

Once everyone was settled, Jun beside you turned his head back to the front.

At a flick of his wrists, the horses began to move. The wooden wheels beneath clattered out of their campsite and onto the main path.

You squinted against the filtered sunlight as you cast a glance up at the forest’s canopy, and back down to find a clearing ahead.

The dirt path grew bumpy near the mouth of the forest; you had to resist shooting your hand out to hold Jun who was indifferent to the jerks under them. The path along the forested area eventually led the carriage out into a vast field, instantly greeted by the warmth of the morning sky.

You breathed a sigh of relief as you fell back against the wooden wall behind you the moment the bumpy path ended, connected to a man-made road paved through a small village.

As you were about to straighten away from the wall behind, you caught laughter. Familiar laughs from last night coming from the confines of the carriage behind you.

Zhongli was sure laughing a lot — you couldn’t help noticing as your heart sank with sadness — even he doesn’t laugh this much around you.

Then you grew curious.

“Young Master Wen,” You tried to block out the muffled voices behind you as you turned to Jun, “I hope you wouldn’t mind me prying...but may I know what did your father want to meet Zhongli for?”

You hesitated. “I mean, you know Zhongli is a funeral parlor consultant right? Sorry if I’m being too insensitive, but does anyone require that kind of service in your home?”

Jun didn’t look offended at all, in fact, he burst out laughing at your question, his eyes amused as he flickered a glance over at you.

“I’m not supposed to reveal this yet, but…” His voice dropped even lower, so soft you almost had to lean over to capture his next line. “Mr. Zhongli is being invited over for marriage.”

Your eyes flew wide while your heart dropped. What? Marriage?

“You mean as a guest to witness a wedding?”A sudden fear hammered in your chest. Why were you so scared? It could just be a harmless wedding invitation?

Jun shook his head. “No, as my sister’s husband.”

You blinked in shock at him. Husband ??!

A burst of laughter barked from Jun once more at your reaction. “My sister had loved Mr. Zhongli ever since their encounter. Wen Rong’s birthday is coming up and my father wanted this marriage to be a surprise gift to her.”

Jun turned his eyes back onto the galloping horses before them. “She doesn’t know about this herself; she only thought it was for business, so could you help me keep this a secret?” He threw a grin over and winked.

“Hahaha, sure.” You forced a smile back at him.

Marriage, huh.

This came out of nowhere, but it somehow made sense to you. You’ve seen the chemistry between those two. When they chatted, it was like there was no one else in this world.

You were forgotten by Zhongli the moment this commission started.

Lady Wen Rong and Zhongli.

They were a match made in heaven or what Teyvat has as heaven. Celestia? Whatever.

Perhaps…

You watched as the carriage climbed a gentle hill towards a compound of prestigious-looking houses. Their roofs colored dull green could be seen from where you sat.

…this was where all it ends with Zhongli. He had found a better place, a better person to spend his mortal life with. And you should stop holding him back.

The Wen residence was exactly how you had imagined it to be when you saw it from the hill. The carriage itself was a reflection of all that would greet you.

The corridors stretched far and wide across the large courtyard, around manicured gardens, and connected to the many houses owned by the family.

Perched on the railing dividing the corridor and the trimmed grass beneath your dangling legs, your eyes were once again drawn to the closed doors a small distance away.

—to where Zhongli was enthusiastically escorted into by the Head of the Wen family himself, with Lady Wen treading on their heels.

It happened the moment they stepped through the main gate. Quick gratitude from Lord Wen was all you were given with a generous bag of Mora before he swept the former archon in with his daughter in tow.

Jun had offered you tea and food but you politely rejected them. Your appetite had vanished the moment you heard the news from him on the carriage.

Now, you were caught between wanting to leave and wanting to listen in about their marriage. But the latter quickly won, and you found yourself sneaking over with the stealth you learned from your travels.

Lightly pressing your head to the wooden door, muffled voices penetrated but you had to listen hard to understand them.

Golden eyes pondered over the steaming cup of tea on the table before him, as the memory of the sadness on your face flashed by in his head once again.

It was subtle and he only managed to catch a glimpse of you over his shoulders while he was being whisked away by Lord Wen — but he had watched and memorized you long enough to read you.

It never sat right with him whenever he saw sadness in your eyes. This time, it was unbearable because he was aware he was the cause of it.

But why? Was it wrong of him for wanting you to be safe?

He wanted to apologize, but he knew he shouldn’t until he understood what he was doing it for. It wasn’t because he was prideful; he simply believed an apology should be sincere and not for the sake of it.

Zhongli dropped his shoulders quietly with a soft sigh at the thought of you, eyes flickering over to the doors as he raised his gaze to Lord Wen who had finished giving his servant orders.

Beside her father, Lady Wen was quiet and gazing at her own cup, occasionally stealing glances at him.

“Thank you for coming all the way here, Mr. Zhongli.” The lord finally turned his attention to them, his fingers locking together on the table between them.

Zhongli simply nodded. “Thank you for your invitation, Lord Wen.”

His eyes strayed to the doors for a quick second, along with a silent question about your whereabouts. It felt weird not having you around, especially since this was your commission.

“Right,” He was quick to catch himself from drifting away and cleared his throat, “As much as it’s an honor to be invited here, may I know the purpose of this invitation?”

Zhongli found himself itching to stand and leave this room to search for you, but he could only eye the father-daughter pair with calculated patience.

Lord Wen let out a hearty chuckle, stroking his long beard. “Before we get to the point, what do you think of my daughter?”

At his question, Zhongli glanced over at Lady Wen for a quick second to find her sharing a similar puzzlement on her face.

“She is a wonderful friend.”

A cough ensued from the lord. “No no, what do you think of my daughter as a woman ?”

Lady Wen’s face went red at that question but her reaction went unnoticed.

“Ah, as a woman.” Zhongli’s hand paused in the midst of a sip. The cup was set down as he blinked in bemusement and thought carefully. “...Wen Rong is a woman of wisdom and many talents. Also, with beauty comparable to a glazed lily.”

He didn’t quite expect Lord Wen to burst out laughing as if he was told a joke. “Wen Rong? First-name basis already eh?”

Zhongli looked at him strangely. “I’m not particular about formalities between friends.”

“Nonsense!” Lord Wen waved his hand dismissively at his reply with a wide grin, “Alright, let’s cut the chase. What do you think about marrying our Ah Rong?”

“Father!” Lady Wen looked horrified and extremely embarrassed, glancing over at Zhongli with silent hope among her bashfulness.

But Zhongli did not notice, caught off guard by the sudden marriage proposal.

No wonder. Understanding dawned on his face. He should have realized where all that odd, rather awkward questions were leading to.

Zhongli found himself ready with a clear response to the proposal; he knew his answer right away. His mind went straight to you the moment this question was sprung on him; it has been clear to him for a long time.

Cup to his lips, Zhongli tilted his head back in one sip. He could feel their anticipation on him.

Golden eyes glinted decisively as the cup, now empty, was set down on the table in a quiet, yet firm manner.

“Thank you for your offer in marriage.”

He mirrored Lord Wen, gloved fingers locking together on the table.

“I’m very flattered to be presented with such a priceless offer, given that Wen Rong is a dream to, I’m sure, many men in this world.”

He watched Lord Wen’s face brighten. “But I—”

A muffled shuffle of footsteps outside the room snatched his gaze away from the father and daughter; their eyes followed his.

Zhongli caught a flicker of silhouette behind the paper screens of the windowed doors. Could it be…?

Alarmed, he quickly climbed to his feet and threw open the doors, much to Lord Wen’s protests. His head turned in the direction of where he saw the movement and—

And his heart sank.

…No.

Then Zhongli broke into a run.

“Thank you for your offer in marriage.”

Zhongli...He was going to accept it, huh.

“I’m very flattered to be presented with such a priceless offer, given that Wen Rong is a dream to, I’m sure, many men in this world.”

You rose from the crouch you were in. Tears were flooding your eyes and you were frustrated.

Frustrated at yourself for feeling sad instead of happy for your friend. Frustrated that you could not compete with Lady Wen for Zhongli. Frustrated that you accidentally gave yourself away with that loud shuffling of your feet. Frustrated at the tears for nearly blinding you as you hurried away.

Hurry to where?

You didn’t know. All you wanted was to get as far away as you can. Somewhere you could disappear to, so that you could just make sense of yourself and all these crazy emotions inside you.

But, you heard the doors you left slam open before you could get any further.

Shit.

Your heart hammered in your chest and your mouth went dry. You did not need to turn around to know who burst through those doors.

—and he was the very person you wanted to get as far away from.

So you ran.

Your legs were carrying you down the hallways the fastest they could to outrun the longer pair behind you. You didn’t want to be a drama queen, but you just couldn’t stop.

Where was the main gate again?

You did not know where the hell you were running to. You just ran blindly, turning into any corner the winding vendettas led you.

There was a chance you could end up in a dead-end but screw it, you will find a way out of this maze-like compound even if it meant climbing over the walls fencing around it.

You could hear him calling out your name in a voice you’d never thought you would hear from Zhongli.

There was desperation leaking through the cracks in his voice— why was he even desperate? Desperate to tell you he was sorry that he was going to leave you?

You skidded around a bend and—

well, SHIT.

— your hands palmed against the wall curled into fists. Just your luck to really meet a dead end. You glanced up, hoping that it was a fence wall, but only to find no opening.

You needed another escape route.

You spun around and gasped instantly to find that Zhongli had blocked off your only way out. Unlike the voice you heard him speak in, he did not look desperate at all.

The tension in his shoulders and the unreadable look in his golden eyes made him look…almost menacing as he approached. Step by step.

He did not look like the Zhongli, the funeral parlor consultant you hung out with — your breath shook with your heart as the sight before you intimidated you with a creeping fear.

—from the way his golden eyes blazed amber at you, he looked like the Rex Lapis he was instead. The Geo Archon of this land.

Spending so much time with Zhongli has made you forget that he was an archon, he was a god everyone in Liyue worshipped.

And this made you realize how much more inferior you were—

You didn’t have the beauty, comparable enough to a goddess like Lady Wen or the wisdom to keep up with him.

What were you? You’re just a traveller who only knows how to survive in the wilderness, all just to take back your missing brother from some unknown god.

What did you have to offer?

…foolish of you to think that you could stand beside him when you didn’t even belong in Teyvat. You were unworthy.

Tears were starting to well up in your eyes once again at these thoughts.

Shit.

You could not bear to meet his eyes, knowing the tears in them were obvious. Your eyes dropped away from his, looking for an opening, anything so you could just…just...

A resigned sigh left you, your shoulders falling slack as you felt energy leave you.

“—let me go.” your voice was thick with falling tears as you finally spoke. You brought your eyes back to his. “I’m leaving, and you’ve got a wedding to plan for.” You wiped your tears away.

Your gaze lingered on his in the brief silence.”...I’ll wait for your invitation.”

Then you moved forward, trying to sidestep him.

But before you could make it past him—

Your eyes widened. ...!!!

—he met your lips forcefully, slanting his lips over yours dominatingly.

You felt the air knocked out of you and your heart missed a beat as Zhongli backed you up onto the dead-end wall behind, with a hand caressing the back of your head and your mouths connected by the onslaught of his lips.

Over your head, his left arm propped against the wall behind you as his mighty figure bent over your smaller one, with a sound similar to a growl coming from the back of his throat.

Quickly losing foot against his demanding lips, you found yourself unable to resist as you melted at the feel of his lips pressed over yours. You were weak for him; you always were.

The aggressive force behind his lips grew faint the moment he felt you relax into him. His kiss was now tender, almost a delicate dance of twisting and turning over yours, and eventually inside after he coaxed you to open.

As if you were the dearest thing to him, treating you like you could break if he was any rougher like he did seconds ago.

Short, heavy breaths accompanied your locking lips as he hoped the affections behind his kiss were enough to tell you what you needed to know.

After a few lingering seconds, his lips on yours slowed as Zhongli made a move to end the kiss, reluctantly pulling his lips away. 

Disbelief crashed like a wave upon you the instant your lips lost the warmth of his. Things still seemed surreal to you.

Why did Zhongli…?

How could he…?

Hand raised, its warm, bare palm cupping against your cheek cut off the doubtful thoughts in your head before it could drown you.

Your eyes hesitantly turned to his as he tilted your face up to his — then your breath was caught in your throat at the softest look you’d ever seen in his eyes.

In the sea of gold and amber, there was worry in the midst of his affection that was beaming down at you just like the sun.

“Wen Rong is just a friend to me,” His voice was firm but gentle, “so I will not be accepting her father’s offer.”

A frown creased between your brows.

“But…” Doubt clouded your heart.

Despite sensing his love from the kiss, stubborn doubts still continued to whisper about yourself. It was no longer about Lady Wen and him.

“Are you sure?” … about me? You wanted to voice that, but your fear held your tongue.

There was a pause of silence before Zhongli chuckled. “Not that I mind, but are you trying to get me to kiss you again?

You flinched with bashful blinks, not expecting his reply.

Zhongli suddenly regarded you seriously, the amusement in his eyes gone.

“...Or perhaps I should just marry you.”

His hand released your chin and went to his own as he stepped back with a thoughtful face.

“What? Tha-That’s too sudden!”

You two haven’t even officially dated!

There was another pause of silence from Zhongli before he cleared his throat, hiding his laughter behind a cough at how red you got.

“But would you want to?” He was serious again.“I meant, get married to me.” Zhongli added as if he wasn’t clear enough.

Silence.

“...yes, of course, eventually.”

Zhongli smiled. “Good.”

You felt your heart flutter in your chest at that smile; he was truly happy about your answer.

Your eyes caught movement below and flickered down to watch his hand envelope yours. “Come,”

With that said, Zhongli gently tugged you to walk with him, his hand releasing yours as soon as you fell in step beside him.

You have always suspected Zhongli was a romantic, being a gentleman and all he was.

But knowing and being the receiving end of his affection was worlds apart, so you found yourself surprised again when he pressed a chaste kiss to your temples.

“...Let’s reject their offer properly together.”

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—published on 28.01.2022

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Being Best Friends with Them

❧ Genre: fluff

❧ Includes: Kaeya, Albedo, Childe, Xiangling, Zhongli, Hu Tao, 

❧ Warnings: food mentions (Xiangling)

❧ A/N: I love a little bit of platonic love every know and again

~※ Main Masterlist ※~

Kaeya is always sweet with you. He does not tolerate anyone talking bad about you or making rude comments. He’ll punch someone straight in the mouth if he hears them talking bad about you. He loves to spend is evenings talking with you over a drink at Angel’s Share. He does tease you a lot - all in good fun, of course. He just likes seeing how worked up you can get.

Sometimes you can’t quite tell if you and Albedo are friends but rest assured, you are in his eyes. There’s always an open invitation for you to visit him while he’s in Dragonspire; he actually enjoys when you come to visit. He enjoys your company even if you aren’t working on the same thing. He cares about your opinion on everything he works on and will ask you for it often. 

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How they like to be called - Character x gn! Reader

Characters: Diluc, Childe, Kaeya, Zhongli

Genre: Fluff, Humor

Warnings: Nicknames, terms of endearment(?)

Diluc: Darling, Love

All you have to do is look at this man and call him by an affectionate nickname and he would get flustered.

But that doesn’t happen for every nickname you call him by. But there are specific ones…

“Do you want to take a break, Diluc? Come lay on my lap, Darling.”

OHO he gonna drop his pen on the ground and look at you with widened eyes

Gosh darn he’s so adorable I can’t even

“D- don’t call me that. What if the maids-”

“Love, I don’t care about the maids.”

You broke him.

-

Childe: Babe, Sweetheart

Oh he’s such a tease. He would call you such embarrassing names in public.

Pumpkin pie, for example.

Yeah you hated that. So you began to plot your revenge.

But you decided to forget about it.

“Babe, can you hand me the fork?”

OH YOU GOT HIM RIGHT WHERE YOU WANTED HIM

He’s so flustered he would just stammer his way out of the situation

“Oh the fatui wanted a pep talk for a-!? for a p- project they’re working on-”

That was quite the show.

-

Kaeya: My love, Angel

This man literally does not get flustered.

Do what you want, you’re not breaking him.

That is until…

“Did you like the lunch I made today my love?”

Oh my god his face

His one eye was blown so wide-

He tries to play it off cool, but you KNOW something's up.

“I don’t e- eat lunch, darling.”

He… doesn’t eat… lunch?

You managed to fluster Kaeya, you deserve an award.

-

Zhongli: Dear, Honey

Oh Zhongli is super dense. He is SO dense.

He has you unintentionally flustered every time you’re with him, but you almost never fluster him.

Oh haha hold on, I said almost.

Call him by a classic nickname in front of his colleagues.

“I’m going to take my leave honey, be back home soon okay?”

Oh HELL YES

His face, his precious face is so… SO red.

He just looks at you with puzzled eyes and tries to distract himself-

“Y- Y/N?…”

This is probably the pinnacle of your existence, you made Zhongli blush.

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💭; about us: valentine's day.

synopsis: love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me more (in other words, what they say to you in game)

!! : masterlist.

pairings: childe, diluc, itto, kazuha, scaramouche, thoma, xiao x gn!reader (separate)

category: fluff, voice line + slight character interaction scenarios

warnings: they might be slightly ooc (bc LMAO IM RUSTY AT WRITING)

notes: thought i was sane enough to not do a valentine's day post bc of the amount of work due for school but ig not then.

CHILDE — "most joyous valentine's day, comrade! say, what if you and i- '...' no, no as much as i'd like to spar with you, a little geo birdie told me that today is about spending time with your lover. so that's what i'm intending to do! we could go for a walk around the harbor, have a nice dinner date, anything you wish. though make sure not to let your guard down!"

DILUC — "happy valentine's day. would you care to join me at dawn winery for the evening? it's been a while since we've last played a game of chess or rather have had a good moment to ourselves. '...' wonderful. i look forwards to our time together, dearest (y/n)."

ITTO — "as the head honcho of the Arataki Gang, would you do me the pleasures of uh- going on a date with me? '...' whew! great i can drop the fancy talk now. let's roll! i've planned a day of relaxation for the two of us and of course, a beetle fight at 6 where i plan to win both your affection and a big feast! haha! it'll be great!"

KAZUHA — “oh, (y/n). just the person i was looking for. i was hoping that we could spend the day together. if you have the time of course. '...' great! shall we get going then? i've found the most wonderful spot to gaze up at the sky in and perhaps i'll even let you in on the new haiku i've been working on. '...' telling you it now would spoil the surprise, would it not? hmm... though i'll let you know that it does feature a very special someone"

THOMA — “happy valentine’s day, (y/n)! i was wondering if you had a moment to spare. i have a little picnic planned for the two of us cooked by yours truly. and don’t worry about my duties. m’lady said i could have a rest day. ‘...’ no need to pay me back! what kind of lover would i be if i didn’t set something up? ‘…’ heh c’mon!"

XIAO — "here. qixing flowers. '...' tsk don't act so shocked. it's custom for mortals to give gifts to their loved ones on this day, is it not? '...' hmph if you do not like them then i would not mind taking it back. '...' you.. like… *he clears his throat* i'm not one to indulge in such.. mortal leisures but i suppose if it's for you, then it is bearable."

goodnight kisses

→ alternatively, how them sending you off to dreamland with their little kisses.

ft. albedo, ayato, childe, diluc, gorou, itto, kaeya, kazuha, thoma, venti, xiao and zhongli.

notes; a little brainrot based on a writing prompt i saw a long time ago </3 *heavily unedited*

ALBEDO often kissed you at random times, even before you wanted to close your eyes, prepping yourself to drift away to the other heavenly realm before a soft contact from his lips to you was felt, and you looked up at him, eyes shying away from yours, and a goodnight wish was heard.

AYATO kissed you cautiously with such gentleness, and sometimes, you heart fluttered at the feeling of his warm breath hitting everywhere around you, because he was too slow, felt too safe, and your worries had been thrown out of the window the moment he planted his lips on your forehead.

CHILDE would kiss you playfully, and that was the perfect mood to make you at ease, as if his body told you to mentally relax, because you deserved the best after a hard day, and oh, giggles between kisses because he loved seeing you in a joyful state before going to sleep.

DILUC wasn't affectionate, but the moment he tried to kiss you a goodnight, you were caught off guard, and although his kiss was awkward, you couldn't help but smile at his cute attempt, and you pecked him at his nose, noticing the small, light blush he'd been hiding from you.

GOROU liked to peck you, snuggling with you, inhaling your own scent, and your brain mentally screamed at the way he was too soft. soft kisses on you were littered everywhere by him, and his puppy eyes seemed so in love that you almost teared at up at the sight, and your heart was too weak for him.

ITTO wouldn't kiss you, unless you kissed him first. he would be super excited seeing you almost touched his lips, but then you pulled away and he would be frowning. two could play at this game together, and so, he would do the same, yet he would end up kissing and cuddled himself with you nonetheless.

KAEYA loved to tease you, whenever you clung onto him, or rather asked him where was your goodnight kiss, he would always tease you, jokingly said that you were such an attention seeker, but still his precious attention seeker, and he was more than happy to kiss your pretty face every night.

KAZUHA calmly kissed you, and this had been proven to be the most effective way to keep you collected and composed, and at times, you would fall asleep in his embrace. like the calm breeze, he felt the same towards you, and you ultimately knew, that you were so lucky to have him beside you.

THOMA perfectly knew you liked it when he kissed you, so he always took his efforts in making your heart content, a chuckle left him when he felt you reciprocating his kiss back, enjoying the night in each other's arms as both of you felt heavy and slept.

VENTI would practically drown you with his kisses, a kiss to your forehead, a kiss to your nose, a kiss to your lips, a kiss to your cheek, he was basically living to see you being entertained with his actions, and that was enough for him to sleep in peace at nights.

XIAO only kissed you when you were asleep. he was too shy and too amateur in this, but he knew you felt his kisses, the small smile you gave when you were pretending to be sleeping soundly wasn't went unnoticed by him, and that made him restlessly happy throughout the whole night.

ZHONGLI started developing this habit of kissing you once midnight approached was when you once asked him to do it to you. it came off neutral afterwards, and he being such a gentleman he was, the kiss he delivered to you was nothing less. gentle and loving, just like him.

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#WITH CUPID’S HELP

CHARACTERS: ALBEDO, BENNETT, CHONGYUN, DILUC, KAEYA, KAZUHA, THOMA, ZHONGLI

PAIRING: CHARACTER X GN!READER

GENRE: FLUFF!~ （＾ω＾）

“HOW SOMEONE GETS YOU TWO TOGETHER.”

A/N: inspired by @kageyuji’s “their friend accidentally confesses for them“ haikyuu post!! mwah go read it and leave him some rb‘s and kisses <33 ♪(´ε｀ )

NAVIGATION

#ALBEDO (KLEE)

listen. klee is convinced the two of you are made for each other!! she saw you two talking and went, ah yes, a couple!! (๑>◡<๑)

in her mind, the two of you looked just like any of the other couples she has seen around mondstadt!! you’re probably married, right? wait…she wasn’t invited to you wedding! how dare mr albedo do that!! >:o

imagine her surprise when albedo told her that, no klee, y/n and i are just friends. where did you get this idea from? - so you’re not married? and i didn’t get not invited to the wedding? - no???

after her “discovery”, albedo’s afternoons with klee consisted of, “mr. albedo, did you ask y/n yet??”, “well i think y/n likes you because you like them too!!” and “can we go visit y/n?? please??”

he’s truly struggling keeping up with her questions about you, especially because she just doesn’t get tired of it?? he’ll tell her that you’re just friends and she’ll be like, no, you’re not and that’s it! checkmate mr smarty pants (๑･̑◡･̑๑)

luckily for him, klee never actually mentioned him or how she thinks you two should be together to you??? well, she didn’t…

…until she did (*⁰▿⁰*)

klee asked you to have lunch with her and albedo, and you obviously agreed because who could say no to that?!

you and klee are on your way to pick up albedo from dragonspine, chatting and having a great time when she suddenly hits you with the, y/n, you have to go out with mr albedo. ok? he never listens when i tell him to ask you! it’s so annoying!!

safe to say, you were stunned. klee, what are you talking about?? albedo and i-

he likes you! and you like him, i know it! so be together! >:( klee’s getting all pouty and stomps her little feet because ugh!! just date already!! it’s so obvious, so please!!

you tried to brush her off and were ready to just pretend nothing happened, to never speak a word about this to albedo…klee on the other hand, didn’t （＾ω＾）

you reached his camp, and even before albedo was able to greet you two, klee excitedly told him, mr. albedo, i did it for you!! i told y/n about it and they’re gonna say yes, so just ask them now, ok? (๑╹ω╹๑ )

seems like now both you and albedo had to face your feelings ♪( ´▽｀) klee walking up to jean like hehe yes i did that thank you

#BENNETT (BARBARA)

barbara found out about benny’s crush on you while patching up some of his wounds, actually! he was still high on adrenaline and kind of just said whatever came to mind? ٩( ᐛ )و

he passed by you on his way to the cathedral and now his mind’s running, both from the adrenaline pumping through his veins as well as from seeing you-

oh and i went to good hunter with them and fischl yesterday! it was so good and pretty! the food was good and y/n was pretty, i mean- and also! did you know that y/n also knows how to fix my wounds? they helped me last time, when you were out and-

he’s just rambling and rambling and rambling and barbara just listens to him gushing about you with a smile, well, did you ask them out if you like them so much?

and he just freezes (*´ー｀*)-

he regains his composure a bit and immediately is like, oh no! i could never!! me and my bad luck would bother them so much and i don’t want them to possibly get hurt, and what if they don’t even like me like that and it could ruin our friendship and make us awkward and-

barbara feels so bad for him?? she knows it’s not her place to do anything but she doesn’t want him to think like that, especially when she knows that you might, possibly, perhaps also like him :((

so she takes it upon herself and writes a little anonymous note to you!! she mentions that a certain member of a certain one man adventure team might be fond of you, and that you definitely should ask him out!! (^з^)

unfortunately, barbara isn’t that good at hiding things? which results in her avoiding you like the plague because she doesn’t trust herself to not expose that she was the one.. ∑(ﾟДﾟ)

but at the same time she always tries to subtly ask bennett if anything…special…happened…if there was something…happening…and poor benny is clueless and is always just like? no? i don’t think so? ( ・∇・)

barbara is frustrated!! she fears you might’ve never actually received the letter? what if you lost it before you could read it?? what if she accidentally put it in someone else’s pocket?? dear barabtos, what if…what if you don’t even like bennett back?! what then?! oh dear archons-

her train of thought is interrupted by the door swinging open, a beet red bennett stumbling in, goofy smile on his face..

and would you look at that!! from now on, benny gets to gush about you to barbara as your boyfriend!! wowie!! ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶

#CHONGYUN (XINGQIU)

there’s rarely anything xingqiu enjoys as much as tormenting chongyun - lovingly, of course! but…

…if there’s one thing he absolutely hates, it’s the way chongyun torments himself by not confessing to you,,,heck, he doesn’t even have to confess!! merely talking to you would be a reasonable step to take!! (￣^￣)

xingqiu tried everything. from being very gentle and understanding to giving chongyun rather aggressive love and support- and nothing works!!

xingqiu’s is at the end of his rope while chongyun is the same lovestruck fool he always was 😀👍

xingqiu doesn’t want to confess for him or anything, because that’s a little too far, even for him! (￣^￣)

(also, he’s sure chongyun’s first instinct would be to say that he’s lying and that it’s not true. so, maybe he would, but it would probably backfire.)

sooo…since he can’t be the one to tell you about chongyun’s crush, who could?…well, how about chongyun himself 👀

xingqiu knows that his plan might be a little mean, but he’s truly just looking out for chongyun!! especially because he’s about 97% sure you like him back-

because you see, xingqiu’s plan was to have you ‘accidentally‘ overhear chongyun talking about his feelings for you!!

is it a little mean? yeah, but it’s all in good faith! xingqiu just really, really wants to help chongyun out - and if it means making him a little mad in the process, so be it

they met up to have dinner together, and xingqiu invited you too, unbeknownst to chongyun - and unbeknownst to you, he invited you a little later

that way, he has enough time to ease into the subject and have chongyun ramble about you by the time you arrived!!

say, chongyun, how’s your little crush on y/n going? - w-what? well, it’s going fine. i mean, i haven’t told them yet and i’m not even really thinking about telling them because that would be crazy right? y/n surely doesn’t like me back and-

and what can he say, it worked!! perfectly, actually (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) well, perfectly except for chongyun‘s face that looked like it was about to explode while you stood there like Σ੧(❛□❛✿)

tldr; so while chongyun might got a little mad at first, at the end of the day, xingqiu was the one who got you two together! ha, checkmate! (*´꒳`*)

#DILUC (JEAN)

jean absolutely did not mean to say anything. she would’ve taken the knowledge of diluc’s infatuation with you to the grave if she had to. especially because not even diluc knew that jean knew!! it’s a mess- (*´Д｀*)

the second she accidentally let it slip, she froze and just stared at diluc for a second…who seemed just as shocked as her ( ・∇・)

um, i-…did not mean to say that. i’m sorry, please forget about it. it’s absolutely none of my business, i never would’ve said anything, i-

she’s panicking while diluc is still frozen, his mind racing; how did she know? did he tell her at some point? did someone else tell her? did she figure it out on her own? if she figured it out on her own, dear archons, does that mean he’s that obvious? but if that’s the case, other people would’ve surely noticed as well, right? what if-

the ungodly shrieks both of them let out when you come into the tavern, greeting them- 💀

they both try so hard to pretend like nothing happened and jean tries her darnest to come up with an excuse to leave immediately, she can’t take this anymore ( ´θ｀)ノ

them: ( ・x・) you: (*^ω^*) hey guys!!

jean really doesn’t mean to butt into diluc’s business!! especially not his love life- (ﾟ∀ﾟ)

but she’s also someone who really likes to help people…and she’s seeing how much diluc’s struggling with her own two eyes…

would it really be that bad if she were to just..help out a little..?

now, jean herself also has no idea what she would do in his situation, much less any idea what she’s supposed to do as a bystander!! so she figures that encouragement would be the way to go! (๑>◡<๑)

so, the next time she meets diluc she tries to subtly bring you up, which seems to work well until she looks up at diluc and he stares back at her with the iciest glare she’s ever seen 😀-

i-…i just mean…you know, i think it would benefit you if you told them? i think it’s pretty obvious to anyone that you and y/n have some sort of…special relationship? surely it would be best for you to…, jean trails off, seeing you slowly get up from the floor behind the counter where you had been helping diluc by sorting and refilling some ingredients ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ

very much awkward silence. it takes a solid 10 seconds for anyone to move, and once shock dies down, it’s chaos from there :(；ﾞﾟ'ωﾟ'):

right when jean found the words to say something, anything, to take back what she said and explain, diluc had a ‘ah, screw it’ moment and asked you to follow him outside for a second

the second you two went out the door, jean rushed to the back door of the tavern and hurried back to the knight’s headquarters - there’s no way she’s gonna stay around after the utter embarrassment she felt ヽ(￣д￣;)ノ=3=3=3

she and diluc silently agree to not talk about how you and him got together ( ✌︎'ω')✌︎

#KAEYA (ROSARIA)

does rosaria care about kaeya’s little crush on you? absolutely not. the only reason she even knows about it is because kaeya let it slip after a few drinks at the tavern (°▽°)

what she does care about, though, is the fact that he just won’t shut up about you. it’s like a broken faucet, he just keeps rambling on and on and on and on and on and-

she had to do something, okay? something to get him to shut up - so she took it upon herself to get you together (one way or another)! ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ

the thing is, though, that rosaria doesn’t…care? not enough to come up with some elaborate plan or give kaeya a pep-talk, at least-

to be fair, she did try to get him to confess to you before - which kaeya just shrugged off and dismissed, telling her, ah, i wish i could

she’s quite literally about to just march up to you and let you know that kaeya likes you and that you should talk to him about it, for her sake if not for anything else (　˙-˙　)

the thought has been swimming around her mind for a while, but she never really felt the need to go through with it…until kaeya refused to talk about anything else but your upcoming birthday, which at that point was still a whole 2 weeks away (*´ー｀*)

surprise gift that, surprise dinner this - for days, all he talked about was putting together an amazing birthday surprise for you while all rosaria wants to do is sit in the tavern, drink and relax…ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ

quite frankly, she had enough 😀🤚

so imagine your surprise when rosaria pulls you aside the second you enter the tavern, brows furrowed

listen, y/n, i need you to do something about that little thing you and kaeya have going on. it’s so painfully obvious, and he won’t ever shut up about you, so for the love of all archons, just get it together. both of you.

you just stood there like Σ('◉ ⌓ ◉’)…and then you locked eyes with kaeya, who was standing behind rosaria- (kaeya and you suddenly locking eye(s) like Σ(‘▇ ⌓ ◉’))

rosaria follows your stare and turns to look at kaeya, shrugs and goes back into the tavern. her mission is done here! ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ

it’s safe to say that both of you were a little flustered during the conversation you and kaeya had afterwards (〃ω〃)

it didn’t take long for kaeya to turn all suave again, though! ε-(´∀｀; )

(poor rosaria though, because now that you and kaeya are actually dating, he won’t ever shut up about you ٩( 'ω' )و)

#KAZUHA (BEIDOU)

kazuha regrets ever confessing his feelings for you to beidou about two times a day ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ

he’ll forget to do something and she’ll be like, kazuha, how are you gonna get y/n to date you if you can’t even prepare the rice?!

she’s very direct and definitely wants him to confess to you - but, being the responsible captain she is, she also makes sure to remind him that a romantic relationship means change

he’ll have to figure out if he wants you to come with them, or if he’d like to stay with you - maybe nothing will change and you’ll only see each other every few months? beidou is very supportive of him, though, and always encourages him to be brave and go for it

she just really wants to see him finally be happy darn it!! (＞人＜;)

the crux had a little celebration the day before they were leaving liyue for a few months, and beidou made sure to tell kazuha to invite you!!

at least invite ‘em to the celebration! you don’t have to give ‘em your heart, but at least bid a proper farewell to ‘em. you’re gonna miss y/n either way, whether they know or not

when beidou told him that kazuha kinda just went hm. (。-∀-)

because she’s right!! but the way she said it also made him want to confess really badly,,,

so you’re invited to the little celebration held on the crux!! how fun!! well, it is quite fun, but it would probably be a little more fun if kazuha didn’t look so gloomy the whole time? Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑)

he’s just brooding the whole time, which is so unlike him?? you’re not sure what’s wrong, so you decide to ask beidou about it…she’s had a few drinks, so you had to ask her a few times until she got it ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ

ahhh, that idiot…you know what, y/n? i’m a great captain. amazing even! so i’m gonna do what’s best for one of my own. listen well, yeah? that poet has the hots for ya. for a while now. won’t stop worryin’ about it. ‘s probably why he’s borodin’, he’s worried you’ll be gone by the time we come back.

while you’re standing there, processing what she just told you, she turns around and beckons kazuha over. she pats his shoulder and gestures towards you, i told ‘em about it. you can get mad at me tonight, but make sure to thank me tomorrow

beidou used to poke fun at the little poems kazuha would come up with when he was still crushing on you, and now she’s poking fun at him for the poems he writes down as your boyfriend. they’ll never change ✌︎('ω')✌︎

#THOMA (YOIMIYA/AYAKA)

thoma struck pure gold in terms of finding the absolute best friends he could ever ask for!! yoimiya is the passion and confidence he needs and ayaka stays rational and talks him out of anything stupid (*´ω｀*)

now, yoimiya has been telling him to confess for months. years. eons. ever since she caught wind of his little infatuation with you, she told him to go for it, thoma!! what could possibly go wrong?

…which was met with ayaka telling him to calm down and go about it slowly, thoma. spending more time with them and getting closer gradually is better than just springing it on them out of nowhere like that

it’s safe to say he’s struggling a little trying to decide what to do |(￣3￣)|

even though yoimiya and ayaka couldn’t exactly agree on the way thoma should go about asking you to be his, they did however agree that this couldn’t go on any longer - poor thoma is all up in his head because of you!! (´；Д；`)

so, they decide to help out! thoma’s birthday was coming up anyways, and what’s a better gift than to finally be able to confess his love to the person he’s been pining after for so long? (๑･̑◡･̑๑)

they had a perfect plan - the two of you would be sent out on your own, you believing you’re the ‘distraction’ that has to buy some time and while you’re walking around (with coincidentally placed flower petals and pretty lights everywhere), yoimiya is going to set off the prettiest fireworks!!

it’s going to be the perfect moment for both of you to come clean about your feelings and arrive to the birthday party as couple!! (๑>◡<๑)

yoimiya is burning with excitement and works on the fireworks with a completely new found fervour while ayaka is organising the surprise party~

they’re both just so excited to see thoma be happy with you :(( <3

and when the day finally comes, it all seemingly goes according to plan - you’re out with thoma ‘distracting’ him and buying time for the people still decorating the kamisato residence, then the fireworks go off - it all went smoothly!! ayaka and yoimiya are both excitedly waiting for you two to walk in (｡･ω･｡)

and you do walk in!! you’re both smiling, thoma very obviously excited, and yoimiya can’t help but blurt out, FINALLY! FINALLY YOU ASKED Y/N OUT!!

…never had anyone see the smile on thoma’s face warp into utter confusion so quickly 😀

w-what? i didn’t- what? - you…you didn’t? but…the plan? the light? the flowers? the ‘distraction’? the fireworks???

seems like they both planned everything to a t, except for letting thoma know what he’s supposed to do (´；ω；`)

in the heat of all the confusion (and embarassment, honestly) you excuse yourself and thoma and drag him outside - and the next time you enter the room, the smile on thoma’s face won’t be dropping so quickly ♪( ´▽｀)~

#ZHONGLI (HU TAO)

not once did zhongli even so much as mention you around hu tao, and still, she somehow figured out that he’s particularly fond of you?? and zhongli hates it!! _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):

she’ll randomly be like, oh! hey y/n!! just to watch zhongli turn around, ready to greet you with a tiny smile on his face, only to be met with no one…(￣ ￣) his smile drops so fast </3

hu tao’s thriving and zhongli’s losing his mind!!

she also always brings you up, no matter what they’re talking about! he’ll mention going to lunch and hu tao’s like, ah yes, lunch, try eating it with y/n, though! i think it’ll taste better!

the amount of times she almost said something in front of you is way too high to count!! and coincidentally, it’s the same amount of times zhongli almost suffered a heart attack (ﾟωﾟ)…

you see, zhongli actually does plan to confess to you - on his own terms, though. he absolutely does not want to rush anything or ruin whatever platonic bond you built over time

he wants to be sure that you also harbour romantic feelings for him!! so, he decides to wait; decides to be patient and let you relationship grow naturally until it feels right

…hu tao doesn’t think that his approach is very fun, to be honest. actually, she thinks it’s ridiculously boring!! why would he wait that long? and what’s that about letting your relationship grow naturally??? pffff- not on her watch!

straight up telling you about it wouldn’t be much fun, so hu tao decided to organise a cute little date, invite you in zhongli’s name via a little note, tell zhongli that you invited him for dinner and then she’ll just see what happens!!

and to even her own surprise…it worked quite well? zhongli was a little suspicious when she told him you invited him to dinner, but nonetheless, he took the chance - because what if it was actually you, and he didn’t show up? the idea of even accidentally standing you up makes his heart hurt (´･Д･)」

the two of you are having a great time and at one point zhongli kind of just decides that this right now is the perfect moment - you’re both smiling from ear to ear, listening to each other’s stories and basking the presence of one another

y/n, pardon me if this is not the right time, but, what would you say if i took the liberty of asking you out on a date? a real, formal date. romantically, of course.

hu tao was listening the whole time and she’s both flabbergasted and impressed?? she didn’t expect it to actually work!! 10/10 for herself, 10/10 for you and 7.5/10 for zhongli because the way he asked you out was way too formal for hu tao ψ(｀∇´)ψ

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CALLING THE GENSHIN BOYS BY THEIR NAME.

genre. fluff, boyfriend au cw. male genitalia mentioned in a joking way. pairings. xiao, kazuha, zhongli, childe x reader.

all rights reserved to me. do not repost, translate or steal.

— xiao

tries to pretend he’s not bothered by it

tries miserably

with any other person, its literally just routine for them to call him by his name… y’know being a big bad yaksha and all

but when you call him xiao instead of your normal “sweetie”….

expect him to be an ass the next couple of days he gets so pouty and sulky

which is ironic cuz when he first met you he hated being called anything but his name

and now he finds that the best part of his day will always be in your presence with you calling him pet names

he’s absolutely whipped but he’ll never tell you that

— childe

the biggest little shit in teyvat

he can and WILL ignore you for as long as he needs until you submit

his name isn’t childe. or tartaglia. or ajax. it’s honeybear.

corny as hell but he would genuinely ignore you until you call him that, poker face and all

and when you do call him that…. expect an even cockier childe with a shit eating grin smothering your face in small kisses

— kazuha

freezes up when you call his name

he literally feels his heart drop into his pale, firm ass when you call his name

he thinks he did smth wrong

so while you’re waiting on his response he’s frozen in time trying to tap into his memories and try and remember if he did anything to upset you

but he literally cannot think of anything.

but he apologizes anyways with a sad, small voice and sympathetic eyes which makes you confused ??? like why is he apologizing

when he sees that you’re confused he explains and you’re left like ö oooohhh

all he wants is for you to call him your prince he’s like a clingy cat he loves attention and esp if its from you

— zhongli

yes he is a grown ass man with dick and balls and bills to pay

yes you will call him your baby because he is exactly that

your baby. not zhongli.

when you call him by his name he’ll stop you immediately and tell you to call him “that funny little name” you call him

while he wasn’t really a fan of pet names… you calling him that just makes him feel warm inside

SAYING SOMETHING OUT LOUD. multi

it's been on my mind quite a while. ( or, genshin characters + accidental confessions when they think you don't hear them.)

ft. diluc, kaeya, albedo, childe, xiao, kazuha x genderneutral reader

warnings : fluff, slight angst, blushy blushy, me bullying kazuha but its affectionate !1! i wrote this at 2 am editing tomorrow :]

DILUC RAGNVINDR. noctua

"i want to marry you someday." are the words he mutters when all he can do is stare at you, when he thinks you aren't looking. where diluc ragnvindr's entire mind goes blank — not a thought behind those pretty, red eyes besides 'oh god oh fuck' when you eventually catch him. diluc doesn't want you to know about all the ugly sides of him, about how rough he is around the edges. he doesn't want you to get caught up with him—he can't let the fire burn you like it has burnt everything else in his life.

he coughs, and refuses to acknowledge it ever happened despite your countless jabs to get him to say something—to say anything. it's quiet and diluc wants so badly to pretend it never happened, to pretend he never said anything because he doesn't want to ruin it—to lose you too. you huff slightly in frustration, and diluc resists the urge to laugh despite the situation he's put himself in. it's strange how you can make him smile even when it feels his mind is crumbling.

the silence settles and diluc can feel the anxiety ripple through his body as he steals a glance in your direction. just as he can get ready to apologize, your finger pulls his hand into yours. "we don't—we don't need to get married now, but in the future ... will you marry me?"

KAEYA ALBERICH. pavo ocellus

"i don't know if i love you yet, but if this isn't love then i don't know what is." are the words he whispers into your hair, on nights where he thinks you're asleep. where kaeya alberich is at the breaking point, teetering on the line between loving you and keeping you out.

on nights where all he wants is to say i love you without the fear of you understanding. the fear of you loving him because how can you love someone you don't really know? how can you love him if even he doesn't know who he is? you're a breath of relief to him and kaeya wants nothing more than to be able to breathe without guilt. his fingers rake through your hair, and kaeya knows—he knows he doesn't deserve to have you in his arms like this, but he can't help but be selfish when it comes to you.

you turn your head, your face only inches away from his, before kissing the tip of his nose and holding him tighter. it's there that kaeya finally let's himself close his eyes. there's so much you want to say, but for now, it'll have to wait till morning, when he can be completely sure you know what you're saying when you say you love him.

ALBEDO. princeps cretaceous

"you're my muse." are the words he replies with, nonchalantly when you ask why you have to sit still, instead of working like jean had told you to. on the days where he finds himself unconsciously writing your name in his notes, sketching your face in the margins. albedo doesn't even realize he's said it, he doesn't realize how the words affect you until he looks up from his sketch book to find you staring at him in surprise.

albedo doesn't understand love, he hasn't even fully grasped the idea of it, but it's obvious to everyone with the subtle reminders to take care of yourself because albedo doesn't know how to express his feelings any other way. "is something wrong?" he asks, concern laced into his tone before you shake your head, a smile growing on your face. "muse? did you mean that?" and his mind blanks, before the realization hits him.

"ah i didn't—well, i did mean that, but it doesn't need to mean anything if you don't want it to." he says in a panic, even if it's not obvious to most. his voice trails off before he finally exhales. you laugh, crouching infront of his sitting figure before pushing the bangs out of his face. his gaze remains focused on you the entire time, an eyebrow raised. his eyes widen, before muttering a quick "oh." against your lips. albedo doesn't understand love, but he thinks he can try if it's for you.

CHILDE. monoceros caeli

"i don't care about the fatui—about work, about my reputation, just—tell me to stay, tell me to come home and ill come home as long as it's you." are the words he whispers the night before he has to leave, again. childe knows he has to—it's his job, his responsibility as a harbinger, but when he sees his family, when he sees you, he can't help but feel like throwing it all away.

on nights where he can't let you go, his siblings having to physically pry him off to eat breakfast, on nights where he thinks if he doesn't hold you now he won't remember what your hugs feel like. childe doesn't cry—he doesn't want to cry in front of you, in front of his siblings because he's supposed to be strong, but he can't stop it when you make him weak.

he buries his face into your neck, promising to give you anything, despite him being the only thing you want. childe interlocks your pinkies, he promises a future. one where he won't have to worry about not being there to kiss you goodnight, but for now, you can only whisper your declarations of love till the brink of dawn. "i promise, ill be here when you come back, ajax."

XIAO. alatus nemeseos

"till the day i die—im not going anywhere, not without you." in response to a question you'd asked him earlier that day, one he was too afraid to answer. "are you leaving?" you asked, rubbing the tiredness from you eyes, strands of hair sticking out as you watch him from the bed. he knows—xiao knows that's not what you meant, not in that context, but the question struck enough fear in his heart that he had left without warning.

you lie asleep on his shoulder and xiao wonders if he ever really will leave. if one day the guilt that scratches at his throat whenever he says your name will be the last sign needed to push you away, for your own good. the sun is warm on your skin, and xiao hopes that somewhere in the depths of your mind, you'll hear the words he's too scared to say while you're awake.

xiao doesn't make promises, because he knows that there's always a possibility he wouldn't be able to keep them, but as the sun falls on your figure, xiao can't help himself. he never can when it comes to you. "you've stayed ... you've stayed this long, no going back, okay?" he sighs, and xiao can only hope you'll let him stay with you as long as he can. you hand finds it's way into his, interlocking them as you absentmindedly trace shapes into his knuckles. "no going back." you mumble into his shoulder before going back to sleep, and xiao freezes in shock, before slowly holding your hand tighter, tapping 3 times on the back of your hand. a silent 'i love you.'

KAEDEHARA KAZUHA. acer palmatum

"you're everything. everything compared to whatever this world has to offer." are the words he says when you ask how his travels went. kazuha has never been able to stay in one spot for too long, be it because of the price on his head but because he's always been homesick for places he's never known, for places he's never been to. he's traveled so much, yet he's never been truly at home anywhere, because every time he says he's homesick, he really just misses you. kazuha would bring you with him if he could, because atleast that way he'd always be home with you.

kazuha plants kisses into your shoulder, trapping you in his arms the second he gets home. early in the morning when you've barely gotten ready for the day, adrenaline coursing through him because he's finally home in your arms. kazuha talks about the places he's been, wishing he'd brought a kamera so he could show you everything he saw, everything that reminded him of you while he was away. he talks about the people he met—stories that sound so bizarre you have to poke his cheek and ask if he's exaggerating.

"huh, they really .. don't come close to being here with you." kazuha chuckles. he talks like he's in a daze when he looks at you, and it's probably because he is. "you're everything. everything compared to whatever this world has to offer" he whispers, before laughing in an attempt to distract you from the blush on his cheeks and the things he just said. "wait what did you say? i couldn't hear you." you ask incredulously, while he only smiles, planting soft kisses on your neck. "nothing, nothing."

you roll yours eyes, fighting the smile tugging at your lips. "for the record, you're my everything too."

© scaramew — do not repost, translate, copy, etc.

querencia.

calling them your husband.

this is part one. the inazuma boys including scaramouche will be written in a separate post.

domestic, fluff, established relationship, crack, made gender neutral to the best of my abilities and definitely a treat to write.

ft. diluc ragnvindr, kaeya alberich, tartaglia, zhongli, xiao, venti, albedo.

✦ diluc ragnvindr.

stares at you like: 😐 then 👀 then 😳

that's basically the sequence of him processing your words. at first he'd stare at you with his 'what' deadpan. you'd almost mistake his look to be something along the lines of "what are you talking about." but then he furrows his brows as if confused.

and then the rest is literally him looking like someone just insulted his existence, the most look of suprise you'd see is a raise of his brows. and that's exactly what he does after the scandalized face.

he'd clear his throat awkwardly. knowing full well there's nothing blocking it, he's trying to do something to dissipate the tension in the air. and no, not the.. bedroom one because his reaction made the silence deafening. and it's giving him second hand embarrassment.

this bitch is a lonely ass man who literally ignores his suitors in favor of pursuing his revenge so... no shit his reaction is akin to a school boy acting like his crush calling him a very close freind.

✦ kaeya alberich.

you know he's gonna play along with you, mumbling about that he wasn't aware you were playing house. oh well. 🤷‍♂️ he'll take the husband role just for you, unless you want him to be the wife of course. 😉

he still acts like the husband even though when the whole calling him the husband thing was like.. a week ago. and purposely makes the mondstadt people's mind go haywire because since when did kaeya fucking alberich get married??

thinks it's amusing to see them get confused and messes their perspective even more by throwing in a few plot twists because who'd pass by free entertainment? plus, it's a bonus to see how gullible the residents are to rumors.

uses the playing as husband even in the tavern and makes diluc's migraine worse about whining about how he and his dear wife/husband got into a pitiful fight and how much he wants to say sorry.

it's almost believable because he's actually spouting some things that actually make sense to fight over, believable until he seems a little bit too happy. 😭

✦ tartaglia.

if you thought kaeya was bad then wait till you see how big childe reacts.. he literally doesn't falter and you could even say that his smile got wider and even more joyful. was that even possible?? he's smiling as if the gods decided to grace him.. it's too binding.

so binding that whatever city he's in.. you're still the boy that I'd pick mondstadt, inazuma, liyue.. the citizens are all flocking out of his way like he's a disease because who wouldn't shit their pants when he looks suspiciously.. happy?!

apparently they don't exactly realize that atleast some of the harbingers are actually functioning human beings with human emotions but it's understandable after how much terror they induced nationwide. 😃

he takes it too seriously tbh, tells you to stay in bed while he cooks in the pink apron. the domestication of this man istg. he's too happy to realize it was a joke and you're far in too deep to escape so goodluck.

writes a letter to his family with messy scribbles of ink clearly full of excitement to even properly straighten the lines. it's funny since he acts like a blushing, squealing man in the letters and there's him irl. 🤺 he's a fucking warlord.

you cannot tell me this bitch doesn't buy you a ring a day later.

✦ zhongli.

please.

out of all the men here he's the most likely to not have a reaction at all, albedo being in close second and kazuha in third. though your boldness does suprise him a bit, a pleasant suprise.

plays along knowingly and doesn't bat an eyelash at your claim, unbothered king. kinda thinks it's normal so he starts treating you as if you were married casually💀. and then the next thing you know you're the proclaimed best couple in liyue omg goals 😍😍 the power this man has.

you have half the mind to tell him that it's a joke but not the heart to do so because how could you ever break his happy smile!?!? he looks so happy and content he's gonna make the ladies and gentlemen swoon over his husband worthy look of love.

randomly starts having thoughts about literal marriage a few days later and literally starts making a venue wtf? one day asks you what your favorite cake is and the following day there's a fucking letter to you thanking you for ordering a cake?!?!? FOR A WEDDING?!?!?

yeah goodluck getting out of this one, if you snap him out of his little phase then you'd get a gloomy zhongli. JUST PLAY ALONG MAKE HIM HAPPYYY

✦ xiao.

unlike diluc xiao goes: 😐... 🤨...

makes no indication that he cares about it and hastily disappears in a flurry of anemo energy before you could see him have a fucking stroke. you're standing there in confusion while he's somewhere on the very top of the inn gripping his polearm so hard like his life depends on it.

yeah, you didn't see him that day anymore. .... and the day after.... and the day after, it does on and on until you either corner him or if you were in danger. can you like not, he's too busy wallowing in embarrassment to do anything.

vents out said embarrassment on poor hilichurls who had the misfortune to be the first thing his gaze lands on. I wonder what's happening. "LAMENT" *hilichurl screaming noises in the backround*

does not know how to react, help him. so for the mean time he's distracting himself until he forgets about it but when he sees a married couple or even you he's back to square one. save hilichurl lives.

unintentionally acts more mean but still AGRESSIVELY caring for you to a more extreme degree. 😇

✦ venti.

...lawl what 😅 hahaha that's funny freindo.

what do you mean ure not kidding? don't you see this?? *points to a ring made of sticks in his finger* MY SPOUSE MADE THAT FOR ME, how dare you flirt into an unnoficial not married yet man?! yeah. he's drunk and whispering so loudly that diluc kicks him out for noise complaint.

but in another reality, where he's not drunk which is uhm 67% likely.

giggles loudly and there's already a crowd forming when he decided to pull out his lyre and pluck a couple of strings to test it out and seemingly formulate a tune for a song that you most definitely speculate to be connected to your previous words.

get out of there before he makes it painfully obvious that the song is inspired by you, people would get the wrong idea if they follow the trail of venti's eyes because why hell is he singing about marriages and domestic fluff?!?!

he tells you in a jocular manner that you'd be the 'man' of the house because he can't pay the bills but he can the the househusband/wife for you. just ples bring him home dandelion wine okay? 😍😋

✦ albedo.

lowkey didn't hear you at first and abnormally had the most slowest reaction timing you've ever seen. because he literally turns his head to you slowly, somewhat resembling a robot and murmurs thoughtfully, blinking. "husband." which would be normal if he didn't say it 10 MINUTES LATER.

be creeped out because he's gonna start staring at you after he finally remembers your words. you could be writing some thing and he's just there like. 👁👁 staring at you with unblinking eyes, lost in thought.

doesn't say anything for the past few days and didn't really had a reaction so you just had a small laugh and would've forgotten about it if he didn't mention it a few days later.

turns out he spent so long pondering about the matter, investigating various topics and creating theories for his questions like the scientist at heart he is. it ranges from: why did that feel nice? why does it have a certain ring to it? what are these feelings? and the iconic hm... interesting.

his questions sounds like something some person put on google for archons sake 😭

sucrose is curious as to why he isn't really the usual focused in experiments and seemingly out of it. she timidly asks after gathering courage as her curiosity overweighed her shyness. the only thing he answered was. "oh. my mind has been occupied over marriage for the past few days, strange."

sucrose: 😰

navigation.

Resolve ★ Kazuha

— ★ Scry: Solar Scintilla + Kazuha — ★ Genre: Platonic + Fluff — ★ Concept: There are times when he wakes up crying and cold, but those are quick to dissipate after remembering that he's been blessed with fate's mercy. — ★ Words: 3.6k — First Part: Vigil — ★ Blood A/N: Although the scry didn't explicitly state to be in Vigil's universe- 'solar scintilla' is an invitation- I hope anon dear didn't mind eeeee— read the first part (original) for context!

“Nee-san, come look!”

“My, what’s this?”

Little Kazuha beams as he shows the contents of his paper, watching his older sibling try to make sense of his drawing, “It’s home!”

“It’s pretty—but I don’t see a house?” [Name] flips the parchment to look at its backside, but there is nothing.

“There’s no need for one,” he smiles, “Because us two makes a home!”

A samurai lives with honor and vigilance, striking down foes with a wayward strike of a blade.

Known weaknesses are to be overcome and be a root of power, and with each descent of a comrade in the battlefield equates to honoring their death and trudging on to triumph over the war.

This creed is held above all for those who wield the sword, and Kazuha is no different from it.

It becomes his reason the moment his hand burns with the transient blaze of his friend’s Vision—becoming his purpose as he flees from Tenshukaku.

He has rooted deep into his heart the reality that he will have to respect Tomoaki’s decision. Accepted that he will honor him by bearing the now masterless Vision in hopes that one day, something greater will trounce that vicious lightning.

That passing shall be his source of strength, he will proceed with his own war.

But he later realizes with grave denial that he is far from being prepared to live by the code of the samurai.

“You…” a broken whisper in the cold.

He is not ready to march on his battlefield alone. It is an inopportune time—a cruel hand of destiny, a devastating turn of events. He did not want this.

He doesn’t want to honor this.

“Have to leave me.. Kazu..” a tiny plea lost to his ears.

Underneath the eternal squall that plays a part in fate’s cruel thesis, the fugitive runs with only the wind and his resolve as his incentives.

The lasting echoes of numerous bellows make him run faster.

But the heavy rain lags him down. The stormfall minutes ago has at long last begun to pour its tears, crying for a tragedy that is minutes away from reaching fruition.

Not if he goes against it, though.

Another murmur resounds, more desperate than ever, “They will catch you..”

The burn in his chest, the ache in his limbs, the mist in his eyes—why is it that even his body is going against his will?

Why must even he fall victim to this tragic play?

“I’m only slowing you down.”

He can’t allow it—no, he won’t allow it.

The boat is close—he has managed to outrun the shogunate, there is no way he’s stopping now.

The arms around his neck start to unlink themselves, letting go after the realization that he will not bend to the wish to let go. Feeling the deliberate loss of security on his person, he begins to panic.

Stop it. He can’t pause midway to move his sister from his back into his arms, there’s no time. Stop it… !

Amid the cold, he feels warmth seeping into the fabric of his already soaked clothes.

It’s his kin’s blood.

And just being here, bare in the watching eyes of life, trying to rescue someone who—despite is knocking on death’s door—still thinks of him in her last moments, makes him rasp out a sob he’s been trying to keep at bay.

“[Name], please just let me save you,”

His voice gets muffled by the rain and the shouting, but he knows his sister can hear him well, what with the responsive twitch of her fingers.

I cannot let it end like this, he thinks after recalling how bright [Name] had been when talking about the future. You cannot pass like this.

Why is that when he has finally started to reach back for the fingers that have grasped his—they are withdrawing farther and farther from him? Is this the universe’s reprisal for his negligence?

For knowing only how to lament and regret when everything is already too late?

“Please..” he tightens the hook of his grip on his sibling’s legs.

I’m sorry, I’m sorry, just please—please don’t take her.

Though he doesn’t remember when his thoughts begin to overpour with his grief, nor does he know who listens to his prayers, he doesn’t care.

Don’t take my sister from me.

He cries, “I can’t lose you, too.”

“…”

The sound of the rain is all that there is, but he doesn’t let up.

In all honesty, he believes that his voice no longer reached his sibling—that he’s far little, too late, and the hope inside is dying- but then he feels quivering hands latch onto him again.

Weak, barely even noticeable—but he does notice, and he almost cries out in utter relief, but he knows the battle has not ended yet.

He does not stop moving even after he has gently set the lady in the boat and he moves to push it in the waters.

Does not let his aching muscles ease as he summons a burst of wind that helps propel them forward and guide them in the direction of Yashiori.

Everything is a blur to him afterward, though he does remember his tremors as he overlooked the paling form of his sister and her open wound.

He remembers arriving at the shore near Fort Fujitou, having barely escaped the arrows from passing the shogunate stationed at the borders of Kannazuka.

No matter how hard he tries to cling to his sense of reason, the mix of hysteria and panic is enough to conquer rationality.

It’s still raining when he takes his kin into his arms to race towards the resistance camp some distance away.

But he has overestimated his body—before he knows it, his legs have given up on him and he falls onto the sand.

The horror that gnaws at his conscious intensifies after seeing his sister’s body roll away, followed by a feeble yet sharp groan of pain.

Washing away towards the rolling tides near them is a dull hue of red, darkening to crimson.

An endless stream of blood.

But what captures his focus the most is not the stream, but the pair of [c]s and the hand that is reaching out.

The unpleasant telltale of disquietude tears out raw distress and he almost breaks back into tears seeing his dying kin reach for him.

With newfound resolve and clawed fingers against the sand, Kazuha pushes himself up—only to collapse, the strain on his body too much to overcome.

His vision begins to blacken and—no, no, no, no.

I can’t, not now.. ! Even moving his arms have gotten so difficult, but he keeps on struggling- keeps on fighting. I’m so close… someone..

He mirrors the action, hand reaching forward to the distant figure of his sister in a silent cry of desperation. Please-!

But his vision finally fades to black.

Nee-san… !

Kazuha gasps, resurfacing from the ghoulish clutch of the night’s terror with a lurch from his bed.

His hand is hanging in midair, reaching for nonexistence—at least, now that he’s awake, there is nothing he’s reaching for.

Still at the crest of consternation, the dropping of his arm is slow, like the turning cogs and gears in his mind that start to make sense of what’s happened.

Another—another awful nightmare. What’s the count again?

Oh, who is he kidding, he no longer is able to take count of it.

It’s always the same dreamscape whenever he escapes to his slumbers, the fear, the denial… he still feels them even after waking up.

A raw wound—an eternal scar.

He tries not to think much of it, knowing that there’s nothing to worry over now.

But all that greets him when he closes his eyes is the blood—the spear, the time of impalement, and he all but throws his covers away in mild annoyance.

There is no way he can sleep now. That is basically just inviting the nightmares again.

With unease nestling in his still racing heart, he makes the decision to leave his cabin as silently as possible—so as to not wake those who sleep in the same room.

The rest has had enough of waking him up when he’s stuck in those horrible terrors and couldn’t for the life of him open his eyes.

The timid rock of the Alcor as it continues its voyage in the sea thankfully gives him some peace of mind, though it can never replicate the comfort provided by the elder Kaedehara.

He ascends to the main deck where he sees Beidou behind the wheel, her good eye leading him to the starboard.

Sitting upon the barrels nearby is none other than his sibling, who seems to be stitching something under the light of the moon.

His chest immediately surges with relief. She’s alright.

Sometimes, all he really needs is the reminder that his resolve did not fail him—that his fear can be put to ease knowing that the [c]-eyed lady is still alive.

“Oh, Kazuha, you can’t sleep?”

He shakes his head at this, almost embarrassed, but the understanding smile on his sister’s face tells him that everything is fine.

She pats the space next to her in a wordless invitation and the samurai doesn’t hesitate at all, taking the chance to revel in the comforting solace.

The latter realizes that the fabric being worked on is the scarf, its golden trim being fixed.

“What has gotten you up?” her voice is as kind as ever, already on the precipice of giving succor if need be.

It has the kind of cadence that will urge one not to lie even if it’s for the sake of not worrying her.

Perhaps he didn’t notice that he has failed to respond as quickly as usual—or maybe it’s because his answer is already known before it can form into words, for a hand is already laying upon his wrist.

[Name]’s expression is blunt with understanding.

“Oh, Kazu,” her murmur is soft, almost lost in the evening wind, “It’s okay. I’m here.”

The way his taut limbs go lax at the gentle reminder he so desired to hear is almost pitying, but he can’t be bothered to care.

Closing his eyes, he takes in a sigh of relief, grateful for the wind’s gentle caress.

The comfortable atmosphere proceeds without any interruption, the ambiance only being the breeze’s encapsulating sound and the sloshing of the tides against the hulls.

“You need not be scared any longer,” he opens his eyes after hearing his sibling speak, turning his eyes towards her—though she’s still engrossed with fixing the scarf.

“Do you remember when you came back to Inazuma to fight alongside the Traveler?”

Ah… he hums, letting his memory reel in the scenes just a few weeks ago, “Of course.”

When he blacked out by Fort Fujitou after his dire escape from the city, the General has found and taken him to camp. [Name] has been personally treated by the Divine Priestess and.

Kazuha has never been so grateful in his entire life.

Just being able to recall the miracle—the shred of mercy, the saving light in his darkening world—is enough to drive him back to tears.

In a rather dismaying case, however, he still has to leave the camp. He’s a fugitive then, after all, and he couldn’t bear to endanger the Resistance.

He left with a promise to help overturn the tides when he returns with more allies and swears to grant them any favor, be it big or small, in exchange for keeping his sister safe.

[Name]’s comatose forbade them from saying goodbye.

It hurt—and his eyes still stung when he left, even still when he came across Beidou.

He recalls attempting to reawaken his friend’s Vision as a way to lift himself up from the cliff of his negativity, and thus he met the Traveler, whose journey requires them to head towards the land of eternity.

Kazuha wished to step down from the Alcor then but knew it to be a reckless move, so he kept himself patient.

How can he forget the moment his feet stepped onto the shoal of Nazuchi when the time has finally come to battle against the forces brought by Kujou?

And in the aftermath of the battle, when they have succeeded and will return to camp, he can’t ever lose the memory of his speeding heart.

When Kazuha looks at his sister now, he can only envision the second he sees the same silver hair standing out from the crowd weeks ago.

[Name] had been treating the wounded and had just finished passing the bandages when their eyes had met.

The world is a blur after that. Nothing else mattered other than the tight embrace shared between them amid tears.

If he dwells on that memory for a while longer, he swears he can feel the warmth from that hug.

“You know, I’ve always had my doubts about leaving Inazuma,” [Name] stops with her work, setting the materials aside as she lifts the newly stitched scarf with a smile.

Kazuha hums, not expecting the divulgence. This is new.

He never really knows how his wanderlust is perceived, so to say that he’s intrigued is more than correct.

The scarf is lowered back onto [Name]’s lap as she caresses its fabric, her smile turning more nostalgic and despondent.

“Because all my life, I’ve devoted my time to making sure that you’ll grow up in a place that you can really call home,” with a wistful tone, she continues.

“Sometimes I even thought of marrying into one of the renowned clans if it means helping to restore the Kaedehara’s honor and give you the luxury that we lost. Leaving means forgetting my purpose.”

He is a part of that purpose.

His first outward reaction to this is to flinch.

I.. wasn’t aware of such plans, he swallows thickly. All this time, you’ve been doing everything for me.

Perplexed, he turns to his sibling, grasping her by the arm and taking her by surprise.

“You needn’t do such things… !” he breathes out in concern, worried that this mindset carried over until the present, “I am beyond content even with the way things are now, you—”

He zips his lips and bites down on them. You needn’t sacrifice more of your happiness for my sake…

[Name] pats the hand on her arm in a gentle fashion, reassuring, “I know, that is why I joined you. I had a time of repose and epiphany when we reunited.”

She takes a few moments for herself, letting nothing but her [c] eyes speak of the hundred of words she cannot utter in a second. Still, it eases the samurai.

“What you said as I was treating your wounds struck me a lot… do you remember it?”

He does, with perfect clarity.

Kazuha had been drowning in the words and emotions he’s suppressed that when he spilled even a portion of it, the dam was breaking.

He refused the healing offered by the Divine Priestess to be treated by his sister, instead.

And when they’re alone—he finally spoke of it.

“In the first suns and moons following the fruition of my wanderlust, it’s been lonesome,” he remembers the words as if he said it yesterday.

“For although a haven has been provided by the Crux, I’ve come to realize that I am not entirely delighted in my travels.”

He remembers [Name]’s look of confusion—because why would he be not content when his wish was to travel all along?

He remembers the way her hands gently tremored at the notion of another departure, remembers the look of loneliness in those eyes- that he just falls silent again and allows his memory to reign free.

“’It ails me to know that I left home’,” [Name] chuckles, “That’s what you said before asking me to join you.”

“I apologize for my selfishness, but—will you join me?”

He purses his lips with a nod. Because I’ve learned that you are my sanctuary—and I can’t bear to leave again.

“I realized then that perhaps leaving wouldn’t be so bad, not when my little brother is there with me to make it worthwhile.”

Kazuha watches with slightly wide eyes as the black and red scarf is placed on his person, snuggling around his neck in a perfect fit, complementing his attire.

“After all,”

Because the last time he was given this same article of clothing, he rejected it. Oh, was that such a foolish move of his.

[Name] gives him an endearing smile.

The same one she gave him when she woke him from his nightmares, when she told him to come back safe in the night—when she only thought of his welfare as she pleaded to be left behind so that he can escape.

“Us two together makes a home.”

He is instantaneously swept over by a wave of nostalgia.

It has his fingers rising to clasp the scarf around his neck, wary that if he chooses to hug his sibling, it may hurt her.

Eyes glossing and heart weighing—because even after all those years, she still remembers that—, he shakes.

Nee-san…

Although he does not say anything, [Name] nods, welcoming his wishes with the slight opening of her arms.

Kazuha does not turn away from this, scooting closer and making himself comfortable in the loving embrace.

The fact that he’s no longer a child does not even faze him in the slightest—in fact, he wallows in his own grief within it.

How could he have ever turned a blind eye to his only sister when all that she’s done was for him alone?

He made mistakes at a heavy cost, nuanced changing behaviors that progressed arguments and yet—

A tear slips past his eye. And yet you still honor and accept me.

It’s this heart-wrenching realization that bolsters the samurai’s resolve to do right this time around. To cherish, to respect, to be grateful.

He swears upon himself, as he’s lulled to sleep by the brushes upon his hair, over and over again.

I will return all that you gave me.

“Anchors!”

The Alcor is beginning to dock and as usual, many are waiting by the pier for various reasons—perhaps a returning loved one, or foreign goods.

Regardless, everyone’s faces are full of mirth.

It is rather contagious, but Kazuha doesn’t need its influence to work up a smile of his own. His reason is already standing by him.

“So this is Liyue…” a murmur of awe and disbelief, “It’s beautiful… what will we do here?”

To ease his stiff neck and aching shoulders—to sleep on mere barrels whilst sitting was uncomfortable but worth it—he rolls them a few times, taking an ample amount of time to respond.

Not like it’s a bad thing, he actually doesn’t want to impede his sister from admiring the harbor.

“Aside from a few commissions I plan to take for earnings, I wish to show you all that I’ve explored in the meantime.”

This will be the first time he’ll take up commissions.

It’s a new feat but not something he’s not willing to do. If this is to be any other case in which he’ll travel alone, he will simply make things work even if he has to sleep outside and hunt.

But now that someone is traveling with him—someone who has allotted all her time for his sake and growth—he will turn to… proper means of living.

He’d hate to make this any harder than it is.

“I’ve heard of some festival in a few days’ time, as well,” he informs as they bid farewell and thanks to the crew, at long last stepping onto the harbor of a different nation.

It almost feels surreal to watch [Name] take a step—almost hesitant as if she’s still in disbelief—forward, turning her eyes to all possible directions in muted excitement. Seeing it is rather bittersweet.

He hasn’t seen her this happy—and he didn’t expect himself to feel just as jovial. Oh, what a wonderful feeling this is.

“I heard of glaze lilies and dandelions, oh, it’d be a sight to see them.”

Dandelions?

Kazuha hums at the familiar sound of the flora before nodding, “Ah, those are found in the city of wind. A neighboring nation.”

“Mm..”

He knows that distant look anywhere. It’s almost foreign. He hasn’t seen it in a long time but still knows what it means—perhaps, this is because they are siblings.

You’ve always kept silent about your own wishes because you’re prioritizing mine, he sighs. That won’t do now.

“We can visit if you so wish.”

The way those [c]s flash alight with a gleam so beautiful and liberated makes him stop breathing for a moment. Happy.

Nee-san… his voice is lost. For a second—it seems like they haven’t surfaced from great troubles and everything is fine.

“Truly?” [Name] smiles, radiant and blooming and alive.

Feeling his heart warm with gratitude—for the universe’s mercy—and ease, Kazuha allows himself to smile.

Oh, who is he kidding?

“Of course.”

As long as they are together, there will be no rainclouds.

“That’s lovely! Oooh, I’m rather excited—but wait, we must eat first! I overheard some people talking about a restaurant, let’s go!” [Name] claps before darting into the crowd.

Kazuha buzzes in shock, hurrying after her with a call of, “Nee-san!”

Just a reviving bond, a pleasant journey…

“I understand your eagerness, but please do not rush so suddenly,” the samurai sighs, much to [Name]’s giggles.

“My bad, but! It seems like we found what we’re looking for. Shall we?”

The older Kaedehara begins to amble through the sea of people again and Kazuha follows, his fingers pinching the ends of his sister’s sleeve.

... And a loving home.

a/n: at long last... the alternate ending.. A HAPPY ENDING! FOR KAZUHA AND NEE-SAN .·´¯`(>▂<)´¯`·.

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Date Night (Short Story)

Bakugou x Reader

You are sitting at home when you look down at your phone at the time. Seven o'clock crap your late getting ready for your date, Katsuki is going to be here any minute now.

You jump out of bed and rush over to your closet hoping to find something clean, looking at the pile of dirty clothes in the floor that you should definitely do tomorrow. You find a black sweater and a pair of leggings and throw them on and spray yourself with your favorite perfume. The great thing about Katsuki is you don’t even have to try to look nice around him, he LOVES when you show up like you just rolled out of bed. He says it’s when you look the best, no makeup and your natural hair falling down your back.

Katsuki pulls up and honks his horn. You grab your phone and wallet and run out to meet him. You see that devilish grin across his face. You hop in the car and he has the windows down blasting his rock music (as usual) you take off and go to your favorite place. There is a place not far from his house, an open field where you both love watching the sunset and eating your takeout from your favorite restaurant.

As the sun sets on another great day, Katsuki pulls out a blanket and lays it on the ground for the two of you to lay down on. The stars shining bright in the sky but one thing shines brighter, Katsukis eyes. Your favorite thing to look at. He turns his head to you and you both lock eyes, in that very moment you feel like your on top of the world.

“You look beautiful tonight y/n” your cheeks getting hot and red. Katsuki leans in and kisses you. He grabs your chin and tilts your head up kissing your neck. Chills run down your spine. You sit up and sit on top of Katsukis lap, wrapping your legs around his waist. He places his hands on your hips and flips you over pinning you to the ground. His body hovering over top yours.

He takes your chin into his hand and kisses you deeply. “Never pin me down unless your willing to deal with the consequences teddy bear.” Katsuki grins.

The rest of the night you spend tangled up in each other. Waking up covered in nothing but a blanket. Kasuki pulls your bare body close to his and whispers in your ear “I love you teddy bear.”

“I love you too Katsuki.”

I hope you all enjoy this I worked very hard on it. Much love for you all. -L