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What happens when someone destroys the goodluck charm you gave him ii

Characters: Ayato, Thoma, Albedo

Genre: fluff

More: i iii

a/n: i did it again with other characters :> mihoyo pls release ayato soon, I am surviving on CRUMBS PLS i will risk it all for him idc, also pls give me thoma pls hehe anyways enjoy!

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Ayato

I. Will. Bring. You. Home

Anyways, Ayato has a more....... manipulative way of getting revenge

Meaning he will only smile at first... having a calm composure

So like lets say he’s pursuing bandits for whatever responsibility he has you know

And then the bandit takes the good luck charm while he was getting away

Poor bandit, didn’t know what he truly got into

Of course the matter was dealt peacefully

However

There is this particular detail that Ayato is also in charge of the Shuumatsuban

He will know everything about this person and makes their life worse than hell

They must be prepared to be on Ayato’s #1 hate list

When he shows you the state of your gifts and tells you what happened, you gladly offer to repair it and ask what happen to the one who broke it

Ayato only kisses your hand and says it has been dealt with :)

Thoma

He’s so nice when dealing with them help

So like, if someone breaks it just to get under his skin, he will lecture them in a nice insulting way

And then proceeds to ruin their buisness alfjdkajfksskkdkg

Don’t mess with him he has connections

And plus, Thoma is a nice guy, if he says someones buisness is bad, it must be true right?

Thoma fixes the good luck charm by himself, but he is so honest he tells you about it not long after he repairs it

The culprit will not be scolded by Thoma alone, but also by YOU

No one crosses Thoma without crossing you

Albedo

Okokokokok

When you give it to him at first, he has the small smile

You know the one in the event when everyone is around the fire and he smiles algslgkskfkskgkkg

Hehe ok moving on

So pretty sure the good luck charm broke because of an experiment

It went rather poorly and when albedo saw that the gift broke, he was so sad

He was so happy when you gave it to him

And he was the cause for it’s destruction :((

You hapened to see the state of your gift was in and how upset Albedo was with himself

Of course he was not to blame

The good luck charm can always be replaced!

Cupping his cheeks with your hands, you made sure to kiss his cheeks, his forehead and then his nose before giving a sweet peck on his lips

Comforting him that accidents happen and he should not worry about it too much

— lapis dei | zhongli ( genshin impact ) x female! reader

part one.

SERIES GENRE: romance, angst, smut, fantasy mafia! au

SUMMARY: in your family, being married and giving an heir to a certain man you’re married to is a must. after zhongli lost his wife guizhong — he was devastated. but there’s no time in wasting to find another woman who shall be his new wife. and you were chosen.

CW IN THIS CHAPTER: strong language, arranged marriages, mentions of violence, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of death | please read at your own risk, and please send an ask if i missed any content warnings here.

NOTES: ahh!!! i finally posted this </3 i've been wanting to write a genshin mafia! au for so long 😭 i’ll probably make this a series! maybe around 3 or more parts :D if you want to be added in a taglist, just send me an ask/reply on this post! anyway, enjoy!! ♡

unedited!

part one ( you’re here! ) | part two | part three

-15 / BLANK / AGELESS BLOGS DNI!

you knew you were going to be forced into getting married sooner than later, but you never thought it would be him.

zhongli, also known as rex lapis or morax, has been the mafia leader of liyue after the death of his superior. it shocked everyone when they learned that his wife, guizhong, was killed, especially when she hasn’t borne a child.

of course, it shocked you as well. you never really knew her personally, but you’ve heard from others that she was a kindhearted and sweet woman despite her husband being the most feared.

and now, you were getting married to him.

“…what?”

“exactly as i’ve said.” xiao kept a stoic face as he looked at you, and you couldn’t help but feel intimidated by him. “your father had already agreed to this.”

of course, your father did. you know he would just do anything to form an alliance with rex lapis.

xiao, or the vigilant yaksha, is one of rex lapis’ trusted men. you knew him— he is notorious for killing people who got in the way of rex lapis. he is also always reserved, and would rather not get close to other people he isn’t familiar with.

“wait, my daughter?!” your mother gasped, looking at you. “you— you’re getting married to rex lapis!”

yeah, you could tell she was excited about it.

you forced a smile to your lips, “i guess i am.”

xiao nodded, “tomorrow at 12 pm, i’ll pick you and your father up and bring you to rex lapis to discuss about the wedding. that’s all.”

as you thanked and bid the vigilant yaksha goodbye, you were starting to feel nervous about tomorrow.

zhongli… the man who is known to be ruthless when it comes to contracts. once you break a contract, you’re dead.

“dear. oh dear.” your mother started sobbing, pulling you into a hug. you sighed and patted her back, feeling the tears starting to form in your eyes.

you wondered what your life would be once you got married to him.

rex lapis’ place is beautiful.

you stared in awe. it was quite simple yet pleasing to the eyes.

“y/n, let’s go.” your father nodded at you to follow him, and so you did. the inside of rex lapis’ mansion is luxurious— you were almost convinced it was made of gold.

“welcome, mr. zhongli is waiting for you in his office.” one of the assistants, ganyu, flashed a kind smile, which you did the same with her. you and your father followed her and before you knew it, you were infront of a big office.

bodyguards in front of you opened the door, and you saw him, the rex lapis, sitting on a chair with an emotionless expression.

you followed ganyu inside, and she bowed before him. “mr. zhongli, miss y/n is here.”

and then, his eyes were on you. you could hear your heart thumping loudly.

he looked very… ethereal. like a god.

“i see,” he spoke, and even though you knew he had a deep voice, it still surprised you hearing it in person. it sent shivers down your spine. “you may go, ganyu. thank you.”

“yes, sir.”

and the woman stepped out of the office, only leaving you, your father, his trusted man xiao, and him.

“have a seat.” zhongli gestured at the two chairs, which you and your father sat on. then, he looked at you. “as you may have known by now, you’re getting married to me. your father, a good friend of mine, had already agreed to this. i would like to hear directly from you if you agree to this marriage. by agreeing, you will give me an heir which my former wife has failed to give me.”

you could almost feel your father’s fierce gaze. well, it’s not like you had any other choice.

“i agree.” you responded.

“very well. here’s the contract,” zhongli handed you a paper and while you read the contents, he said, “i suppose you know what happens if you break them, right?”

you were lost for words at first, so you stumbled over them as you mentally cursed at yourself for fucking up. “i— y-yes, of course.”

“good.”

gulping, you grabbed the pen he had offered and signed on the paper. after that, he and your father had discussed more details about your marriage. you realized how lonely your life is going to be after the wedding ceremony.

and the thought hurts just as bad as you thought it would.

a few weeks later, you were finally married to rex lapis. the wedding ceremony was big and overwhelming. you still remembered the way he had kissed your lips after the priest said, “you may now kiss the bride.”

his lips were so soft… and quite addicting.

now, you were in the bathroom of the reception area, trying to stop the tears from your eyes from spilling.

god, were you nervous.

you’re a virgin. you’ve dated some guys, but it never got too far. affirmations from your mother didn’t really help…

“fucking hell…” you sighed shakily, fanning your face. it's okay y/n. tell him you're a virgin, and perhaps he could be kind enough to be gentle.

after heaving a sigh once more, you left the bathroom.

as few people congratulated you and you thanked them, you looked for your husband— who's talking to a woman, lady ningguang.

she's almost as rich as zhongli, you've seen her in magazines. she is gorgeous... ambitious... luxurious…

zhongli saw you first, “there you are. i was looking for you.”

“oh— i’m sorry, i had to use the bathroom.” you answered, then turned to the woman beside him. “good evening, lady ningguang.”

she nodded with a smile. “good evening. congratulations on your marriage, by the way. i hope you both live happily.”

your husband thanked her with a smile, and it was your first time seeing it. his smile wasn’t big, it didn’t have much of an emotion but it made you wonder, could you bring a smile on his face, too?

“you’re nervous.” zhongli said as you both entered the hotel you’re staying at for the honeymoon. fuck, is it that obvious? or is it because he’s in the mafia— he has killed people, perhaps he knows how they are when they’re nervous.

“a bit.” you muttered. what a lie.

“we don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.”

your eyes widened, looking at him. “no— i want to. i’m just… scared. first times hurt, right?”

you could see the genuine look in his eyes. “have no worry. i will be gentle. i can’t deny that it will hurt since it’s your first time, but i won’t be rough with you.”

you gulped, and felt the hotness spreading through your cheeks. even though he had a stern voice, you felt… safe.

“o-okay. i trust you.”

and you swore your heart skipped a beat when you saw him smile. and no, it was different from the smile he gave to lady ningguang. it was definitely more genuine.

“good. well then,” he leaned into your ear, “shall we get started?”

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A SPITTING IMAGE

Zhongli x Fem!Reader 3.1K words

Summary: It's inevitable that an archon baby would possess divine features, It still doesn't catch you any less off guard when they start to present themselves.

Content Warning: a baby lmao, mother reader, father Zhongli, reader from Sumeru, probably grammatical errors

| Zhia | pronounced 'Zheeyah' - I took a mix of a traditional arab name (Zia) and added a h to match Zhongli. I thought it was fitting considering I decided to make the reader from Sumeru :)

As beautiful as Sumeru was, the nights in Liyue were nothing short of remarkable, in you're own opinion. The usual Liyuan climate was divinely warm - an array of sun rays and a steady ocean breeze usually upheld the alluring city atmosphere - but as the sun set, the warm ocean breeze chilled over and left the city in a pleasurable state of tranquility.

Liyue was much different to your birthplace of Sumeru, and nights in Liyue by climate standards alone were enough to cause your appeal towards the city to prosper. But now the nightly routine of cuddling your baby Zhia while you waited for your husband to finish his evening shower was what truly made your nights in Liyue unforgettable.

The wind blew steadily through the open window, and the constant patter of the shower a door down had become white noise as Zhia lazily lay front ways against your chest, your own back pressed against the headboard of your bed frame.

This scene had become a persistant routine over the past couple of months since baby Zhia had been born. You'd usually spend most of your day at work, your daughter left in the care of Liyues youth (usually Chongyun, Xingqui and Xiangling when they were free) then ending your day an hour or so before Zhongli ended his own. And as you waited for your husband to finish his end of day shower, you sat stroking your daughter as she slowly temped herself to sleep after a long afternoon giggling about with the teens.

Tonight was no different, a soft hand stroking patterns against your daughters head, playing with the few inches worth of thick black hair - paired with golden amber tips. For having such a formidable and strong willed bloodline, she truly was such a well behaved, reserved baby.

She looked so peaceful, occupied with a pacifier, slowly blinking up at you as you ran a thumb up and down her head, coaxing her eyes slowly shut as you cooed at how adorable she looked.

All up until the small lump finally made contact with your fingers. The tiny - well, microscopic - rigid outline of what you could only describe as what felt like bone peaking through the hair on the right side of Zhia's head - similar to how a fresh tooth felt piercing through skin.

A soft yet sudden breath escaped the gap of your mouth, a slight "huh?" breaking past your lips as your fingers began rubbing around the general area in which you thought you felt the bump.

It took a second, your fingers grazing over nothing but soft hair until finally, a hard and sharp sensation grazed the pad of your thumb once again.

"Oh Zhia baby... what is that..." The words were soft as you positioned yourself higher against the headboard, eyebrows furrowing inwards as you pressed your finger into the unknown bump, inspecting it in the most inconspicuous way possible as to not startle the girl. Zhia was a calm baby, but still a baby no less, and panicking and causing a fuss over her would undoubtedly lead to an outburst of tears you were frankly way too exhausted to handle right now.

The sudden movement, though slight, was enough to have baby Zhia jolting out of her previously sluggish state, eyes peering wide awake as she glared up at her mother in wonder. The pacifier between her lips continued bobbing up and down as she reached a hand to clench her mothers top, and despite the fear you now held at the situation, you couldn't help but smile down at her and run the side of your index finger against her cheek.

Maybe you were bias as her mother, or maybe it had something to do with her literal divine genes, but Archons she was so perfect.

"Stop being so adorable and let me figure out what's going on here baby."

"What's going on here?"

The sudden display of the new voice in the room was enough to start you into a slight jump, Zhia letting out a weak whine at the shift in movement.

With the concern in your chest and your hand running circles over the lump in her hair, you hadn't noticed Zhongli coming out of the bathroom, ready to join his wife and daughter on the bed for their usual nightly cuddles together.

"Zhongli, you scared me." Your voice was notably quieter then usual, your statement not an exclamation of humor like usual, but instead a fact stated more to yourself then to anyone else in particular - you seemed distracted and concerned - and Zhongli took quick note of that.

"Is everything alright dear? You mentioned something being wrong."

Your eyes previously gaping intensely towards the top of Zhia's head now flicked up to look over at Zhongli, a quirk of your neck silently indicating for him to come closer.

"Baby, look." Your voice was slowly growing more panicked as the situation progressed, and as Zhongli finally placed himself on the bed besides you, you swiftly guided his hand over to the top of his daughters head, allowing his fingers to run over the small hard lump you'd recently noticed in the depths of her thick tufts of golden tipped hair.

"A... lump- it's- I don't- Oh god." He was quickly noticing how your tone was slowly descending into one of panic.

Zhongli was silent for a moment, his fingers continuing to rub circles, inspecting the object of your concern on your daughters head. His brows pulling inwards only pushing your cause for concern over the edge, a full blown panic beginning to bubble in your chest.

"Oh Archons, w-what is it?! Is it something bad? Do you think it's an early sign of some sort of illness...? O-Or a disease of some sort?! What if its not benign?! Should we take her to doctor Baizhu? Im taking her to doctor Baizhu! Do you reckon he'd come to us at this time of night? Like right now-"

"Darling!" His tone was stern, yet there was a hint of humor behind his sudden interruption. "I...-" His eyes suddenly softened significantly from the previous look of what you had interpreted as concern but really was just him focusing on the feeling of the bump on Zhias head. "I don't think you have any cause for concern." Finally, he let out an airy laugh.

"What do you...?"

"It's not a lump."

His confidence in his words was somewhat reassuring, especially as you considered the fact that your husband was over 6000 years old. He had seen a lot of things, observed many different illnesses and was very knowledgable. But your motherly concern was unwavering on the matter. Sure he was wise but can wise explain why your baby had a sharp lump poking out of her head?

"It's... not? B-but how can you be sure? I still think we should take her to Baizhu. Or maybe that mondstat healer can give her a look if he's too busy. Uh, what was her name again? Barbatos? Oh gods no thats the drunk archon... Barbara!"

In that moment, Zhongli had truly never seemed so amused by anyones fussing in his millenniums worth of life like he had in this moment. "No, no dear, unfortunately, I don't think any of those people could help with this one. Not any healer, not any scholar from Sumeru, certainly not that drunken bard." Zhongli rolled his eyes in apathy at the mention of his fellow yet imprudent archon.

"Then... what can we do?"

"Nothing."

There hadn't been a single thing that had ever left you at a loss for words like your husbands own in that moment. How could he be so... calm? Zhongli more then anyone else was so completely overprotective when It came to Zhia. The most minute scrape, the smallest topple, even the slightest of whines from her tiny little figure and Zhongli was making a fuss about how she needed to be more careful - about how someone needed to be hovering over her at all times when he couldn't because archons forbid anything happens to her…-

And yet here he was, eyes glimmering, with a humored tone to his voice over what quite possibly had been the scariest thing you've experienced with your child. You mean, when is a sharp lump on a babies head ever a thing worth not worrying about?

"Nothing?! Zhongli do you-"

"Nothing can be done about it because those people wouldn't have a clue as to what is occurring."

Your eyebrows furrowed as you clenched your daughter tighter to your chest, the conversation growing in volume starting to make her restless. "What and you would?" Your tone was obviously mocking and yet Zhongli's smile only widened.

"Yes."

At a complete loss for words now, you couldn't help but allow your eyes to widen completely, head now spinning - reeling - trying so desperately to connect the metaphorical dots here.

Zhongli finally chuckled once more. His hand still in Zhias hair which was previously observing the lump was now just stroking patterns over his daughters head. Zhia's response to this was a content coo as she finally took proper notice of her fathers presence, and suddenly Zhongli reached over to take the infant from your arms, wanting nothing more than to finally hold his daughter after a long day.

You complied with his movements, watching as he smiled down on her and cradled her small body against his chest, hand still intertwined in and stoking along her short dark strands of hair. Zhia took well to the embrace of her dad, an array of content noises filling the air as she desperately grabbed at the loose hair behind him, pulling and tugging in a way that had Zhongli chuckling.

"I would understand whats occurring because I've been through it."

His words were shocking and yet all you could do was lean forward to rub a hand against Zhias back and place the other on your husbands thigh. "What?"

"Well technically I don't exactly remember it too well, I was but a mere child myself when it happened but... Love, theres no need to worry. This isn't a lump nor an illness or a disease."

"...So what is it then?"

And finally, with a proud smile, Zhongli announced, "I guess her Archon genes are a little more dominant then we thought. They are her horns."

"They're-... They're her... She has...- Horns?!"

Zhongli really seemed to be quite amused by the situation, taking to the idea of his daughters new features quite well. Adoringly, he looked down upon his baby against his chest who was now glaring up at his own eyes, her head resting against his shoulder with a glassy, fatigued look. She was becoming sleepy he noticed. "To be quiet honest, I really didn't expect her to grow horns. Few immortal beings who take the form of humans possess horns. The Qilin do-"

"L-Like Ganyu and Yanfei?"

"-Precisely," He responded. "But its because they possess Adeptus genes. I thought maybe because she was an Archon and not an Adeptus she wouldn't possess such features but now thinking of it, I guess it was pretty presumptuous of me to think like that considering I too also have horns in my truer forms. It's only natural she'd take all my Archon features, even my ones not visible to the eye in human form."

Now, you had been told on occasion that you were quite a talkative person. And being married to a man who found himself maundering off on long and complex tangents meant you had become quite talented at responding to convoluted topics and contributing engaging input. And yet for the third time this evening, Zhongli had managed to stunt your articulation skills all together.

What in the world was he talking about? Horns? Divine features? This was certainly not a matter to be smiling about you had concluded. And yet he somehow had never looked so content.

This was undoubtedly a vexing situation. And he was smiling.

Zhia, up until this point had been quite subtle in regards to her Archon features. Sure her eye color was rather potent and there had perhaps been a few instances in which Zhia's excitement had gotten the best of her, just maybe causing the tips of her hair to start glowing a golden amber in and around the public streets of Liyue - one instance in particular being when she had gotten a little too joyful at the sight of a bird pecking at the pond in the plaza while Zhongli and yourself had been shopping at the general goods store, causing Zhongli to swiftly grab her from you and sprint towards the closed Funeral parlor for cover.

There had been instances but all together, Zhia looked and for the most part acted like a normal, human baby.

But horns?! Horns may as well have been a hand written sign that some supernatural phenomenon was occurring under your family roof. Neon flashing lights indicating that your household in particular wasn't entirely what they seemed.

"Zhongli, you don't see this as a problem?"

Zhongli's eyes flicked up and away from his daughters fluttering eyes, brows furrowing in ambivalence at your words.

"Why would this be a problem? She is what she is... Are you perhaps... not happy about this feature in particular?"

You quickly shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut with dismay. "No, no, of course thats not it. I know she's not human and im not put off by features that indicate who she is. It's just... Zhongli this is going to be very difficult to hide and people'll start asking questions. You see..."

"Oh." Finally, Zhonglis eyes dropped. "I hadn't thought about it like that. I guess- that is going to be quite an issue isn't it?"

A soft hum left your lips in response.

"Well, there are always methods of concealment. I've heard of a girl in Mondstat who covers her ears by blending the feature into her hair."

As the words left Zhonglis lips, your face fell in disbelief. "Really Zhongli?"

"What?"

"You don't see the problem with what you just said?"

"I don't-?"

"Youre aware of the way a girl hides her ears? She must do it real conspicuously cause obviously no ones figured her out, huh?" Your sarcastic tone was enough to have Zhongli's mouth twitching with a smile.

"I guess I hadn't thought about that either."

Finally you let out a sigh, allowing your head to fall back against the headboard once again, head turned to the side to stare at the now sleeping baby in Zhongli’s arms.

You loved your husband truly, and you loved your daughter even more. But Gods this was way too complicated for a mere mortal like yourself to have to think about. Curse the Archons and curse Zhongli's double life.

“You could always say you’re half Adepti or something.”

Was this man serious? You were from Sumeru. Who the hell was going to believe that?

"Or maybe I can convince everyone I had an affair with a god and she isn’t yours.”

Zhongli's eyes widened in despair as the indication of your words settled in, his arms subconsciously hugging his now sleeping daughter closer to his chest. In response Zhia whined and shifted in his grip before settling quietly with a hiccup.

Though he was aware you were clearly joking, even just the idea of Zhia not being his own was enough to make his stomach roll - the dismayed look he sent your way was something he couldn’t help displaying - a look which had you laughing humorously.

As your laughter settled, your eyes rolled away from Zhongli and landed back onto your baby, and your smile dropped as it quickly dawned on you that even if you actually wanted to do that, no one would believe you. The child was a spitting image of her father, from her amber tipped hair to her large golden eyes - people would believe HE was the one who’d had an affair and you were the non biological parent before anyone suspected he wasn’t her father - and everyone in liyue had seen you during your pregnancy.

Watching your clear change in facial expression, Zhongli read your thoughts like a divine contract and was soon the one chuckling at your own dismay. "It's okay darling she has your smile."

"No she doesn't. People just say that to make parents feel better about their shitty genes."

Zhongli laughed once again. "Don't feel bad love you were up against a God."

"Guess I really had no chance, huh? She was born to follow in your footsteps, I guess that starts with her features."

A comfortable silence soon fell over the room as you both contently watched the soft breaths of your daughters sleeping figure. Zhongli in particular looked absolutely captured by the image of his daughter against his shoulder, stroking a thumb over the skin of her cheek in adoration.

"So what are we going to do? About Zhia, I mean. Those horns don't exactly scream human."

"Maybe no one will question it."

You gave him an incredulous look. "Really?" You deadpanned. "I'm like 98 percent sure Childe already suspects you're not who you say you are. A supernatural baby is probably like written confirmation for him."

"Okay but Childe's barely in Liyue as it is, his suspicions aren't nearly as problematic to me, besides he saw me handing over a gnosis, I think we crossed that bridge long ago."

"Zhongli!"

He certainly wasn't taking this as seriously as he should have been. After all, it was his identity on the line, not your own. "Okay, okay," he chuckled. "Don't talk too loud you'll wake up Zhia."

"Out of all features! She couldn't have had like a birthmark or something? She had to have the one thing that comes out of her head."

Chuckling once again, Zhongli raised his unoccupied arm to pull your body into his chest. Once your head made contact with his body - yourself proceeding to wrap one arm around his waist and the other stroking against Zhias back - he finally leaned down to press a kiss against your forehead. "You worry too much. Besides, headwear fashion is quite popular now-a days."

Your face softened as a slight smile took place of the frown. "She'll be wearing beanies in the summer."

"Well maybe we can convince Hu Tao to give Zhia her hat. It's not like she'll say no, that child loves Zhia."

You giggled. "...Its not the most fashionable hat." Zhongli smiled.

"Perhaps." He mused. "Or perhaps she could just... not cover them."

"But, Zhongli, baby- what about your-"

"Its alright darling, I'd rather my daughter be comfortable then keep my identity a secret. I wouldn't necessarily have to reveal everything. Maybe just enough to keep people off our backs."

Finally allowing the conversation to fizzle, Zhongli settled his back against the head board, holding his wife and daughter close in his arms with a content sigh. He couldn't ask for more; A wife who cares and a daughter who resembled himself to a tee.

Sending one final glance down to his daughter, cooing at how peaceful the baby girl looked sleeping in his arms, he spoke, "And Its really not as if people aren't suspicious, I mean- her hair was glowing at second life grocer and I ran her to the funeral parlor, everyone definitely saw."

“Oh god, Zhongli-!”

💋Single Dad Zhongli | A Beautiful Beginning

Warning: None (SFW)

Pairing: Single Dad!Zhongli X Fem!Reader

Mia's notes: wtf...I wrote 8,314 words for something. Like it took me weeks to write 10k words for a project I'm working on and I speed wrote this in 2 days fufufu. Anyways here is the first part of Single Dad Zhongli!! First part...I have to go through this a good 10 more times for the other characters...fuck. Anyways hope you enjoy reading this! Reblogs are appreciated! Love you guys!!

WC: 8.3k

When you get a look at him walking down the street in his turtleneck sweater and blazer, with his hair flowing in a perfect low ponytail, amber eyes practically glowing golden in the sunlight and that dashing smile on his lips, you’d think he was a god who had descended upon the earth to grace everyone with his presence.

He’s the ideal man; well mannered with his gentlemanly gesture, a silky deep voice that had you entrapped in his knowledgable talks of history and the sort, and how can we forget about his tall build and great looks? Really a one in a million kind of man.

Men and women admired how he carried himself during formal events, a wine glass in his hand and a warm smile on his face as he entertained the crowd, even though it wasn’t him hosting, most of the time.

During the day, he’s usually deep into his work, analysing various rock samples and writing down his reports, pushing the thin metal reading glasses up the bridge of his nose without his concentration flickering the slightest. Sometimes his eyes would flicker to the felt framed picture standing on his desk, him with two little kids in his arms, the three of them grinning widely.

When Zhongli is in job mode, stopping him is almost an impossible feat since he’s always so engrossed in the rocks that lay on the table.

His job as a lead geologist, working at the Natural History Museum never felt like a job to him, since his passion was in understanding the mysteries and beauties of Earth. History had always interested him ever since he was a child.

He’d often been invited to various exhibitions with other well-known people, and whenever he opened his mouth to talk of the beauty of the cor lapis or the noctilucous jade, a crowd gathered around him.

His job was well paying, really well paying. He had an apartment in one of the richer parts of town and if anyone ever had the pleasure of being invited to one of the parties he hosted, they’d be in awe of the sleek interiors and various geodes that decorated the rooms.

Everyone loved him for who he was, loved him so much that they’d even offer to pay for his meal if he ever forgot his wallet at home, an event that occurred one too many times. Of course, he would send a gift basket to their homes as a form of thanks.

Out of all the people who loved him, there were two little angels whose love surpassed everyone else’s, and who he loved in equal -possibly greater- amounts. His daughter of 7, Ganyu and his younger son of 3, Xiao.

He tries his best to balance his job and kids, and it shows. He always tried to take out time for his two children, making sure to come home on time to eat dinner with them and tuck them in, reading them their favourite bedtime stories and kissing them goodnight.

If ever he couldn’t make it home due to reasons, his assistant and kind-of babysitter, Aether was always there to take care of the kids. He was practically their elder brother by now, with how often he was with the kids, having known them for over 2 years.

Xiao, his little son, was a very naughty boy. Always throwing a fit and making life harder for Zhongli, and Aether whenever the poor man was left to care for the child. He wants the same book read to him every night, he wants 3 kisses before he sleeps and he must have his dragon stuffed toy or else…

Zhongli made a note to start disciplining Xiao since he was to start going to daycare soon, and he would have to behave well over there. Maybe he needs a little motivation. Something sweet…

To stop Xiao from crying about how the green paint didn’t colour his hair green permanently or how his feet were Missing when he put on his shoes, simply pass him a bowl of sweet almond tofu. In an instant, his sobs would dissipate as he starts stuffing his tiny mouth with the dessert. Zhongli would find it so amusing at times, giggling while wiping the syrup off of Xiao’s little lips.

Ganyu, his elder child, was mature much beyond her age. She loved drawing, loved doodling flowers and deer, like sketches littering her art books. Zhongli was always filled with pride whenever she showcased some of her artworks to his guests, enjoying how they gushed over her skill.

She loved playing with her dolls and dressing them up, saying that when she grows up, she’s going to make pretty dresses for her dolls to wear. She even promised her papa that she would make him a pretty princess gown and Zhongli laughed heartily, patting her head and telling her that he’d be looking forward to that day.

Ganyu was a quiet child and didn’t really like going to school since there were so many kids everywhere. Zhongli was there to comfort her, dropping her off at school and telling her to have a great day. He would also personally ensure that her lunch is packed and her bag has her homework.

First grade went smoothly, she even made a friend, Keqing. Zhongli was happy for her, seeing her open up and enjoy school. On a random day during second grade, she went in all excited, brighter than the sun that morning. But when Zhongli came to pick her up in the afternoon, a little(much) later than usual, his heart broke to see her crying figure curled in the lap of some woman sitting on the stairs at the main gate of the school. A really…pretty woman.

With work and his children, the question of finding love again… never came up.

Well, he did get tricked into going on blind dates, all thanks to his stupid friend Childe. But it just never worked out. All the women he met were peculiar. Some of them very obviously wanted him for his wealth, some of them just wanted to have a good time, and then some who he thought were nice, they just couldn’t handle taking care of children so fresh into the relationship.

Maybe he just wasn’t meant to have a lover again. Well, he did think he needed one nor did he think he could add romantic relations to his tight schedule. He had his sweet angels, he had his work. That was his life.

The desire to find love had long flickered away, all being left was the smoke coming from a dying candle.

But something sparked in him when that pretty woman raised her head and made eye contact with him, her smile so warm and serene.

“Hello. Do you happen to be Ganyu’s father?” You softly smiled at the man as he approached you in long, hurried strides. The school grounds were empty and the sun was almost setting down the horizon. Zhongli was very, very late that day. He gave a quick nod and kneeled in front of you, reaching to touch the shoulders of his quivering daughter.

“Angel? What’s wrong?” He tried prying her off you but all she did was shake her head and dig her nose deeper into your neck, clutching the neckline of your lilac tee in her small fingers. Zhongli was taken aback. His daughter was refusing his embrace?

His eyes searched yours for an answer as you shushed the crying child and patted her hair. “She’s upset that you arrived…later than the other parents. She thought you forgot about her.” Your brows furrow when her crying increases at your words. Zhongli sighed, a small smile appearing on his lips a second later.

He mouthed a thank you while sitting beside you so that his daughter could get a better view of him. “Ganyu, my little angel. I’m sorry for coming late, I promise I’ll buy you some ice cream to make up. Don’t you want to go home now?” He whispered, dropping his head down for him to look into her eyes, something he couldn’t do because of how snuggly she had been wrapped in your arms, face hidden against your skin. When he reached to cradle her red cheeks, Ganyu swatted her father’s hand away and vigorously shook her head against your neck. “No! I don’t want to talk to papa ever again.” She spoke, cries muffled.

Zhongli was at a loss for words. He was really sorry for his mistake and forgetting to tell Aether to pick Ganyu from school. He wanted to express his apology but what was he supposed to do now? He’s never had to encounter a situation when his perfect daughter acted out.

Again he looked at you with a desperate expression, pleading for some help. You gave him a subtle nod and looked back at Ganyu who was huddled up in your lap. You brushed away her falling tears with your thumb before talking to her in a hushed tone. “Ganyu, can you look at Miss Y/N for a moment? Please?” Zhongli felt his heart skip a beat at your honey-like voice, his astonishment increasing further when Ganyu pulled away to look into your eyes, occasionally hiccuping and wiping away her tears with the back of her sleeves.

You looked at her with a gentle understanding gaze, pulling out a handkerchief from your pocket for her to blow her nose. “Are you angry at papa?” You ask her, puffing your cheeks in exaggerated crossness, rousing a little giggle from her.

“Yes…papa forgot about me.” She sniffled, messily wiping her face with the cotton cloth. You tilt your head to the side and look at her questioningly. “But if papa forgot you, then why is he here to pick you up?” Your question made the little girl dart her gaze to Zhongli, who still had an ashamed smile on his face.

“Papa didn’t forget about Ganyu! How could he forget about his sweet little angel!” You make reference of the pet name Zhongli used for her, quickly catching his expression to see for any discomfort. Thankfully all you got in return was a charming smile. You poke Ganyu in her tummy, the ticklish feeling causing her to fall into a fit of laughter.

Seeing his daughter much calmer now, Zhongli tried again to pull her into his arms and this time she let him do so. He picked her from your lap and brought her in his own, hugging her tightly like he had never before, giving her the warmth and fatherly reassurance she needed. “I am so sorry Ganyu. Papa will be careful from next time, promise.” He vowed, giving her a kiss on her forehead.

You couldn’t help but feel your heart melt at the father-daughter bonding the two of them shared. The way he held her like the most precious being in the universe, it made you smile. Feeling the weight of a gaze upon him, Zhongli glanced at you, your eyes meeting and holding contact for a second too long.

“Oh, I am extremely sorry for coming late today. I assure you this is the first and last time this is happening. I hope it wasn’t too much trouble for you to stay and look after her.” Zhongli stood up and bowed slightly, holding Ganyu on his hip. He felt really bad for having put you in a position where you had no choice but to care for his daughter. Being a teacher, you surely had lots of work and other things to do, and he really appreciated you looking after Ganyu in his absence.

You laugh and wave your hands in front of you, brushing off his worry. “That is alright sir. Ganyu is a student of mine, and she’s no less than a daughter to me. Taking care of her is second nature to me.” You walk closer and pinch the girl’s cheeks and give her a wide smile, pulling a similar one from her.

When you took in a breath, the subtle smell of pinewood filled your senses, the smell of Zhongli’s cologne. Your face tipped up to see how close you were standing to the male and to respect his personal space, you took a step back, blushing profoundly. Only, Zhongli didn’t mind you standing so close to him, he quite liked it. But it wasn’t appropriate for him to voice those thoughts so he stayed silent on the matter.

Zhongli sighed in short-lived relief. “Though I am going to have to scold you for being late. Ganyu how do people who come to class late apologise?” You cross your arms playfully. Ganyu’s eyes light up as she tugs the lapel’s of her father's jacket. “Papa you will have to write on a paper ‘I am sorry for coming late’! You have to write it 20 times!” She exclaimed.

“Of course angel, I’ll get right to it when we get home okay?” He promised, giving a little oomph when Ganyu hugged his neck out of the blue. When you giggled softly, Zhongli peeked at you. That laugh of yours pulled his heartstrings and he joined you, the two of you giggling together.

“If that is all, then I should be bidding you farewell, Mister…” You trailed off, wordlessly asking the male in front of you for his name. He coughed and extended his free hand for you to shake. “Zhongli. Please, just Zhongli is enough.” Your smaller hand wrapped around his and your fingers felt so soft, Zhongli wondered if you’d held the clouds in your hands at some point during the day.

“I am Y/N. It is a pleasure to meet you, Zhongli.” His name coming from your lips felt so perfect. Never before had he felt warmth blooming across his face when someone spoke his name. This feeling was so strange yet so right at the same time.

The beginning of something wonderful and memorable.

Zhongli gazed at you warmly, “The pleasure is all mine Y/N.”

Aether was the most surprised, seeing Zhongli return with Ganyu in his arms and a giddy grin on his lips. You could practically see the halo of pink hearts floating around his head. “You look like you’re in a good mood. What’s up?” Aether chuckled, setting little Xiao in his seat and walking to take Ganyu and give her supper.

Zhongli snapped back to his original self, trying to gather his composure while walking into his house. “Nothing much, just met Ganyu’s teacher today.” Aether didn’t think much of it, brushing it off as a parent-teacher meeting, but sweet angel Ganyu had to open her mouth.

“Aether, Miss Y/N is the best teacher ever! She is so pretty and she makes me laugh and she even made papa laugh today. If Y/N didn’t help papa then I would still be mad at him. Even papa thinks Miss Y/N is pretty, right papa?” She blurted out, then proceeded to stuff her face with mashed potatoes.

The younger male glanced at his superior, smiling in amusement at the scarlet red blush that covered his embarrassed face. “Oh, is that so Zhongli?” He teased, giving him a knowing look.

To ease a forming lump in his throat, Zhongli walked to the fridge to grab himself a glass of water. “Yes, she is quite…beautiful and sweet. She was really nice to Ganyu when she started crying and it was very kind of her to take care of Ganyu when I reached to pick her up late and…I’m not going to speak any further for I don’t wish to embarrass myself more.” Zhongli gulped down the liquid and averted Aether’s gaze, one filled with mock and tease.

Days later Zhongli was still thinking about the attractive, kind teacher he met. Did he say attractive? Well, you definitely were, since he did find himself get attracted to you. Your smile and gentle eyes peering at him had etched themselves into his daydreams. It was quite strange, he never felt this sort of tightness in his chest before whenever he met another woman. But you, oh dear you, you had stained every vacant thought of his ever since that afternoon.

A knock on his bedroom door snapped him out of his thoughts. “Ahem, come in!” He called out, expecting it to be Aether with some reports or something of the sort. Only to his surprise, his daughter walked in, a sheet of paper and a bright red crayon in her hands.

“Hello angel. What’s the matter.” Zhongli spun in his chair and leaned down to lift his daughter in his arms, seating her on his lap. She laid the paper on top of his work and handed him the red crayon. “Papa you still have to write the apology to Miss Y/N! You have to write ‘I am sorry for coming late’ 20 times! Papa you promised!” The little girl huffed.

Zhongli laughed, but upon seeing Ganyu’s serious expression, his jest died down. She really did want him to write the apology. “Of course angel, I’ll start right away.” Even when he said that she refused to move from his lap until he started writing.

For his comfort, he used his own pen, the ink gliding across the sheet in his calligraphic handwriting. Whenever he finished writing down one sentence, his daughter cheered and counted down, a method of motivation which she had learnt from her teacher, she informed. Zhongli smiled to himself. Beautiful and smart. This woman kept surprising her.

“Andddd done!” He announced, putting a full stop at the end of his 20th sentence. He had to admit, even though he writes pages worth of writing in a single sitting, this punishment felt very taxing.

“Yay! Congratulations papa! Now when you give it to Miss Y/N tomorrow, she will surely give you a gold star.” His eyes widened and his cheeks warmed. “You want me to come to give it to her?” He inquired, making sure he heard her right the first time. Ganyu rolled her eyes dramatically, “Of course papa. If I give it to her, then she will think that I wrote the apology.”

Her reasoning was very valid for a 7-year-old, so Zhongli shrugged and decided to go along with it. “Then I shall come with you tomorrow.” He smiled. What a perfect opportunity to get to meet you again.

The next day when Zhongli woke up to take Ganyu to school, he felt…more eager to do that daily task. While getting ready, he spritzed on his favourite cologne, one which he saved for special occasions, he wore one of his better coats and sweaters and he made sure his hair looked better than it usually did. He thought to himself, ‘why am I dressing up so much? What is going on with me?’

And all his questions were answered when he walked into the school grounds and saw your smile as you greeted the other children and parents. You were practically glowing, shining brighter than a diamond in the moonlight. You walked to the children who were reluctant to leave their parents and you encouraged them, gave them the confidence to join you in your classroom.

“Papa come! We need to meet Miss Y/N before you go!” Ganyu’s excited figure pulled Zhongli through the crowd of adults and kids until he found himself standing a few feet from you. He froze up when Ganyu left his hand and darted towards you, engulfing your leg in a bear hug. He should also greet you, it’s polite to do so.

“Good morning, Ganyu! How are you today?” You kneeled to her eye level and conversed with her, grinning at her enthusiastic replies. “I am very good! I was a big girl yesterday and I made papa write the sorry note for you. Please give him a gold star!”

Your E/C trailed up to the man who stood behind Ganyu, his lips turned in a lopsided grin. “Oh is that so?” You look at him with a playfulness in your tender gaze, he couldn’t stop his heart rate from increasing.

He pulled out the slip of paper from his pocket and handed it to you, praying that when you take it from him, your hands would meet. He really wanted to feel your feather-soft touch once again. And thankfully the archons above heard his prayers for when you reached out to grab the paper, you lightly touched his warm hand, your touch sending waves of homeliness through him. Was it too soon to describe that feeling as homeliness? Maybe, but that word was just perfect to describe the sensation taking over him.

A delighted giggle escaped your lips as you unfolded the paper to find that he had indeed written the apology 20 times. You were amazed by his beautiful handwriting, almost finding it hard to believe that he wrote it and it wasn’t the product of a professional calligraphy artist.

“Ganyu, why don’t you go join your friends in class? I am sure Keqing is waiting for you.” You wink at her, seeing her bubble excitedly. She gave her father a quick hug and ran inside, leaving you and Zhongli standing in front of each other.

“She never stops talking about you.” You beam at him starting a conversation as the other students started crowding into the main building. The pride that filled his amber eyes beckoned you to speak further, wanting to see more of his handsome expression.

“She admires and idolises you, Zhongli. She always tells all her friends bout how her papa knows everything about the earth and she even told us stories about how the Liyuan Canyon was formed as a result of years of erosion by the river. She had the whole class captivated, I’ve never seen the students so quiet and interested in history.” You giggle as he sheepishly laughs and rubs his neck.

“Thank you for your kind words. Though I must express, you are a role model for her as well. She always talks about the pretty teacher who pays attention to all the students’ needs and encourages her to perform her best” He complimented, only realising he called you pretty when he recalled his words after seeing you blush. “Oh dear, I am really sorry. That was not professional of me.” He spluttered. ‘What happened to the calm and composed Zhongli?’ He cursed himself.

“I don’t mind the compliment Zhongli. Thank you.” You looked to the side to avoid his eyes, but when you noticed the emptiness around you, you realised that you had a class to take care of. “I should probably get back to my students.” You patted your clothes out of instinct as you waved at him and turned to walk away.

Zhongli mistook your hurry as discomfort from calling you pretty. Just as he was about to scowl at himself, you looked over your shoulder and grabbed his attention. “And about your gold star, how about I give it to you when you come to pick Ganyu in the afternoon?” Your offer to hang out with him for a while longer did not go unnoticed.

He stood tall and fixed his blazer, mirroring your gentle smile. “I’ll be looking forward to my reward.”

That afternoon he was greeted with you waiting to put a gold star sticker on the breast pocket of his blazer, Ganyu getting excited at how her father got his first sticker. All day that day, he subconsciously ran his fingers over the smooth star-shaped sticker, smiling to himself.

From that day, your relation progressed from father and teacher to some sort of friends.

In the crowd, his face was the one you’d always be most eager to see and he yours.

The two of you would talk of trivial topics before the school bell rang and you had to leave for your respective job; and in the afternoons he would stay back a little longer, your conversations drawing him in as Ganyu played in the grounds.

Your nightingale like voice and childlike expression whenever you spoke of something that excited you made him sigh in happiness. His mind was all fuzzy and he felt like he could spend hours just hearing you talk and admiring your beautiful features.

Conversations with you were never dull, you always kept Zhongli on his toes with the tales you had to offer about your teaching experience and he entertained you with historical stories that had your interests piqued.

One day you told him that Ganyu mentioned during a presentation that she had a little brother and you were hoping to see a picture of him. Happy to fulfil your request, Zhongli pulled out his phone and swiped through the gallery, showing you various pictures of him, Ganyu and Xiao.

He laughed heartily when you snatched his device and gushed over his younger child, commenting about how much he resembles his father. You even requested to meet him someday and Zhongli was more than excited for you to meet Xiao.

The first time you met Xiao, Zhongli was slightly nervous, constantly reminding Xiao to be on his best behaviour. He knew it would be hard for a toddler to follow such strict instructions, but a man could dream.

To his surprise, Xiao was much more mannered when you walked over and greeted him in your baby voice. His eyes were wide and head tilted to get a better look at your face from his father’s arms.

Looking at Zhongli for perMission to hold him and receiving a nod in return, you opened your arms, getting ready to hold him. Zhongli expected his son to shrink back, but Xiao’s eagerness to jump into your arms startled him.

Picking up the 3-year-old on your hip, you asked him questions such as his name and age, cooing whenever he answered. Your praises embarrassed him and he hid himself in your hair, softly playing with your H/C ends.

“I’ve never seen him this quiet. Are you sure you’re not a divine being?” Zhongli’s eyes lidded as he exhaled deeply, a lovestruck expression drawn on his face. You blushed at his words and gave your much more accurate reply. “I guess I am just good with children. I like them and they like me, isn’t that true little Xiao.” You booped his nose and he snorted a laugh in return, proving your claim.

The 15 minutes he stayed back turned into an hour, the three of you walking to a nearby park and sitting on a bench while Ganyu tried catching butterflies in her little fingers.

Often Zhongli would buy you some coffee or tea from a local cafe, whatever is your preference. Many a time you told him that he had no need to, but he insisted, saying that it was a treat, from one friend to another.

In the chilly autumn afternoons, with the sun’s dim light shining between the withering leaves, Zhongli came to fall in love with you, staring at your features as you cradled Xiao in your lap, poking his nose and laughing with Ganyu whenever he sneezed cutely.

But, what was he to do with these feelings?

“Papa! Papa!” His little daughter burst into his room, with Aether and Xiao trailing behind her. Zhongli’s eyes darted up from his work and he took off his specs, jumping from his seat to kneel in front of his frantic daughter. “Ganyu? Is everything alright?” His eyes scanned her for any injuries, raising an eyebrow when he saw her with an ear to ear smile.

“Papa it is Miss Y/N’s birthday tomorrow! We have to specially meet her tomorrow! We have to make her a card and buy her a gift! We need to buy her a pretty diamond necklace.” Ganyu rambled on, various gift ideas pouring out her mind. Zhongli smiled and shook his head. “Yes, we do need to buy her a pretty gift. Why don’t you go put on some shoes and we’ll go shopping right now?” Ganyu squealed and ran out of the room.

“Ah is this the reason you declined day after tomorrow’s invitation to the Historian Meet?” Aether wiggled his eyebrows at Zhongli, causing him to roll his eyes at Aether’s childishness. “It’s nothing like that. Y/N invited us to her house for her birthday dinner and I thought it would be quite rude to decline her offer over something that happens every second month.” He tried justifying himself. A simpler reason would have been, ‘I like her and I want to spend more time with her.’

That year her birthday fell on a Saturday and she had invited Zhongli and his children for a celebration dinner on Sunday, just the 4 of them. When she asked him over the phone if he could make it, Zhongli nodded like an eager child and then slapped his forehead in realisation that she couldn’t see him.

In the afternoon, Zhongli and Aether took Ganyu and Xiao to the shopping complex, and the two children who would usually be so engrossed in buying for themselves, their only goal for today was to find the perfect gift go you.

“Papa should we buy her a dress? I want to pick a dress for her!” Ganyu whined and pulled the others into a boutique. “I’ll take care of Xiao while you help Ganyu select a gift.” Aether declared, leaving the father to fend for himself.

A good 20 minutes it took for the 7-year-old to select a dress, with the assistance of her father and a store clerk. Zhongli was in awe of the floor-length mermaid shaped silver dress that Ganyu tugged from the shelves, proclaiming that it was the perfect gift for Miss Y/N. He sure hoped that his estimate of her dress size was accurate enough to fit her.

This is a very good choice Angel. You really like Miss Y/N, don’t you?” Zhongli gave her a close eyed smile, paying for the dress at the check out counter. She nodded vigorously, “Yes! Miss Y/N is my favourite and I know she’s your favourite too!” Zhongli choked on air as the cashier subtly smirked, having overheard their conversation.

“Ganyu! You don’t speak like that in public!” Zhongli spoke sternly but didn’t deny her statement. “Sir, I know it’s not my place to say, but would you like to check out our selection of pendants? Maybe you could find something of your liking.” The cashier offered, gesturing to the display of necklaces and gems aplenty.

Zhongli hummed to himself. A pendant would be a nice gift, holding great emotion and even hints of intimacy. He felt a tug on his pants and his daughter was having thoughts that overlapped with his. Maybe a necklace would be a perfect gift along with the dress.

Finally, the night of the dinner came. You were getting restless, repeatedly smoothening your knee-length dress while checking your make up in the mirror. How this night would end, you had no knowledge. But you really wanted to try your best, hoping to woo the man you had been developing feelings for.

When the bell rang, your heart pumped faster in your chest as you darted across your small apartment to open the door. There on the other side was Zhongli, Xiao on his hip and Ganyu standing beside him, clinging to his pants. Behind them was a blonde man you’ve never seen before, who you assumed to be Aether by the description Zhongli had given you in the past.

“Good evening Y/N. Wishing you the happiest birthday.” Zhongli leaned forward and pressed an air kiss to either of your cheeks in greeting. Seeing the way his father kissed your cheeks, Xiao reached forward and wrapped his hands around your neck, the suddenness of his action making you jolt forward to catch him and Zhongli scrambling to catch you with his free hand, in case you fall. Xiao cutely pressed a big kiss to your right cheek and then your left, mumbling a small hello.

Your face turned ruby red. But not at the child’s kiss. Zhongli’s hand was firmly gripping your waist as he held Xiao, the boy leaning on you in a very awkward position. The tension was thick, your eyes stayed fixed on Zhongli’s bright eyes as even he found it hard to tear away from his gaze from yours.

Thankfully, a deliberate cough from Aether helped snap you back to reality. “Let me hold him. And please! Do come in.” You took Xiao from Zhongli’s arms and opened the door wider, letting the 3 of them in. “I hope you don’t mind me calling Aether along, I required some assistance with the children.” He apologised.

“Nonsense! I am so happy to finally put a face to the name. It is great to finally meet you Aether. Zhongli doesn’t stop talking about how helpful you are, be it with his kids or in general.” You extend your free hand to shake his, getting a cheeky smile from him in return. “It is wonderful to finally see the Y/N that has Mr Zhongli daydreaming and-.”

“Oh by the way, here is your present. Ganyu selected it herself.” Zhongli grinned and took a well-wrapped box from Aether, preventing him from talking any further. You giggled at his obviousness and walked to the couch, sitting down and pouring some drinks for everyone, handing the kids a carton of fruit juice each.

“Come on Miss Y/N! Open your present!” Ganyu bounced on the couch in excitement, pushing the box further up your lap. Zhongli was ready to tell her off for misbehaving, but you quickly puller her to your side and together started ripping off the nicely done wrapping paper. Zhongli hissed internally at how messy the two of you were being, but seeing to smile at Ganyu’s elated figure, he guessed that you did that for her happiness.

“I hope you like it Miss Y/N!” Ganyu played with her fingers as you lifted the lid of the box. Even Zhongli sat on the edge of his seat, waiting to see your reaction. He was more than pleased when you gasped and squealed, pulling out the sequinned fabric of the dress. You stood up and pressed the clothing to your chest, the dress draping in front of you. Zhongli imagined you in that dress, looking absolutely stunning with your current makeup and hairdo. He could hear the drumming of his heart in his ears, but that wasn’t able to drown out the sounds of you thanking him for buying you such a wonderful present.

“Please, I wanted to treat you. A wonderful person such as yourself only deserves the best.” He beamed as you folded the dress and carefully put it back in the box, ready to store it to be worn on a special occasion.

After a little more talking and laughing, the children started complaining about feeling hungry. Seeing the clock, you clapped your hands and announced that it was indeed time for dinner.

Once you seated everyone at the dining table and disappeared into the kitchen to bring dinner, Aether kicked Zhongli from under the table. Aether’s wide eyes and curled lips along with his head tilting towards the kitchen struck Zhongli as an instruction to go help Y/N. Not only out of politeness but also for some alone time.

He left the table and walked into the kitchen to see you gathering plates and bowls for everyone. He offered to help and even after you denying, he was resilient. Finally, you gave up and let him lend a hand, setting the plates and cutlery on the table.

He helped you carry all the dishes you prepared by hand. He wasn’t very happy that you went through the pain of cooking everything, especially since it was your birthday celebration, but the flavourful smell wafting through the air made him look forward to the meal.

At one point during the set up, the two of you reached for the same pot of curry sitting atop the counter, your fingers making contact. Like lovestruck teenagers, you stared at each other and started blushing, both offering to take it out instead. Using your ‘my house, my rules’ ability, you went and placed the final serving bowl on the table, with Zhongli trailing behind you only a breath away, bumping into you when you suddenly turned.

“Dig in!” You announced and everyone started eating. Moans of satisfaction and exclamations of ‘so yummy!’ filled the dining room, making you bashful.

Zhongli praised your cooking, telling you how he’s never tasted such delicious home cooked food and if he had a choice, he would eat such food for the rest of his life. Only when he was drinking water did he realise the implied meaning of his words. When he looked at you, he was relieved to see you smiling at him, in a way that showed that you accepted that hidden meaning. Could it be…

Dinner went by as smooth as it could. Yes, Xiao did start crying about how he did not want to eat his vegetable because they were yucky. Aether and Zhongli tried their best to convince him to eat, using methods such as the aeroplane and the chop chop train, but all in vain. Thankfully you stepped in to save the day.

Only when you did the aeroplane did Xiao agree to eat! He was happily eating the beans from your fork as if that was his plan all along, to be fed by you. You laughed at how Zhongli’s mouth was hung open. His own son had betrayed him, he wasn’t going to forget that ever.

Zhongli seemed to find more and more things about you to admire, from the way you were able to keep his children well behaved and still joyous with your humorous anecdotes to how you gelled well with Aether, laughing with him about Zhongli’s embarrassing parenting moments.

Eventually, dinner came to an end. Xiao very conveniently crawled into his father’s lap during dinner and fell asleep against his shoulder and Ganyu’s head was lolling around as she struggled to keep her eyes open.

Aether announced that it was time for him to take the children home since it was much past their bedtime and they had school the next day. As you went to shake Ganyu awake, she grabbed your hand and pulled your face down so that she could whisper in your ear.

“Papa has a special gift for you. I hope you like it.” And she was out like a light bulb.

You smiled to yourself and carried her downstairs, not wanting to bother the father or his friend with the task. Aether was quite thankful and once you were walking down the stairs, he caught Zhongli’s eye and winked at him teasingly, enjoying the reawakening blush on his face.

You and Zhongli set his kids in the backseat and buckled them up snuggly. Aether and Zhongli spoke a while and you not wanting to pry in their conversation continued to make the kids feel comfortable in their seats. A smile graced your face and their sleepy figures as you closed the door.

Aether stepped into the car and waved at you and Zhongli, the male finding his spot beside you.

“Are you staying a little longer?” You asked, hoping that he wasn’t going to head off for some last minute meeting or anything. Zhongli turned around to face your apartment building, lifting his arm and sticking out his elbow for you to grab. “I’ll stay if you want me to.”

You beamed at his offer and grabbed his forearm, walking with him back to your house. “Ah, I completely forgot about the cake!” You walked to the kitchen with Zhongli trailing behind you. From the fridge, you pulled out a small chocolate cake with Happy Birthday frosted on in royal red icing. “My cousin is a baker and she sent it for me. I was really hoping to share it with you and your kids.” You chuckle nervously, placing the cake on the coffee table in front of the couch.

“Well, maybe you can cut it in my presence and bring it over tomorrow to my place. We can have it along with a nice cup of coffee if you’ll accept my invitation.” He spoke while lighting up the birthday candles, both of you sitting side by side on the couch, your bodies almost touching. All either of you needed was a little encouraging push.

You nodded at him and picked up the knife. “Well, time to blow out the candles and make a wish!” You exclaim, closing your eyes and leaning forward. You were silent for a second, making your wish and once you opened your eyes, you blew the candles. Zhongli clapped as you cut a slice and before you could pick it up, he beat you to it, lifting the confectionary to your lips. “Birthday girl gets the first bite.”

You couldn’t deny the tension in the air when you wrapped your fingers around his wrist to guide the cake to your mouth. He couldn’t deny the feelings bubbling in his heart when you laughed with a face full of chocolate. Both of you could read the others eyes when he leaned forward to swipe some frosting off your lips.

“I…I umm brought you a gift. Apart from the dress.” He blushed and reached into his blazer pocket, pulling out a long velvet box. He sat up in front of you and opened the box to reveal a pendant- a gorgeous pearl-shaped one, the gem of a soft pink shade sparkling in the lighting of your house.

“Zhongli…this is so beautiful.” You hesitated to touch the gift, not knowing its monetary worth, but with his encouragement, you reach forward to brush your fingers against the silver chain and the glistening gem. You looked away from the necklace and saw his gentle eyes on you, taking in your fascinated expression. “Zhongli…can you help me put it on?”

He was taken aback by your request. Asking him to help you with your necklace, it was a direct request to be touched, for him to brush his fingers in butterfly soft motions over your skin. A request for intimacy.

He gulped and nodded, carefully picking the necklace out of its case while you turned around and lifted your hair, exposing your neck. The sweet smell of your perfume hit his nose and it was a lucky coincidence that you were unable to see his shaking fingering and red ears.

“This gem, it’s a rose quartz. And it does have some…meaning, if you wish to put it that way.” You shivered when the cold metal touched your collarbone, it sliding up your skin as Zhongli tried to clasp it behind your neck. You could feel his breath fan over the nape of your neck. “What’s its significance.” You whispered, the tone of the rooming dimming down.

“It…It’s a symbol of unconditional love. Of the purest and sincerest of emotions, from one person to another.” The click of metal signalled that the necklace was locked around your neck. You looked down to admire it in your fingers, giving great attention to how Zhongli’s hands dropped down to your waist. He shuffled closer, closer enough for your back to hit his chest and his chin rest on your shoulder, his burning cheek right up against yours.

You allowed his faint embrace, leaning back to rest your weight against him. He hummed in your ear softly. You could feel his Adam’s apple bob nervously as if he was itching to speak. A moment later, he found the courage to pour out his feelings.

“Y/N...I have a confession to make.” He pulled from you, causing you to shift in your seat and face him. You smile at his gentle smiling, feeling his hand reach up to cradle your cheek. Relaxing against his warmth, a satisfied breath escaped your lips as you slowly nodded your head, giving him to go to speak on.

“The reason I chose this gem was…as a confession of my growing feelings for you. I don’t know how or when it happened, but now when I look into your eyes, I…there’s no way around this.” He blushed bashfully and looked to the side, unable to collect his thoughts and convert them into words.

“Zhongli…just tell me what you’re feeling. Who knows, maybe I’ll reciprocate your feelings…” You lift your other hand to cover your pink cheeks. He chuckled lightly at slanted in your direction, till you could see the golden threads of his irises.

“Well then if I may be so bold to confess…Y/N, I have developed romantic feelings for you. My confession is in no means a way for you to feel obligated to feel for me back-“ He was going to ramble out a long apology after his small confession.

Your smile grew and you threw yourself into Zhongli’s arms, rubbing your nose against his neck. The overwhelming feeling of happiness was intoxicating as you giggled into his shoulder. “I like you too Zhongli. Like a lot.” Your confession, so simple yet filled with so many emotions, Zhongli laughed in relief hearing your words.

“I am so happy you feel that way.” His arms tightened around your waist, squeezing you in a bear hug. You squeal in his hold and pull your face away to see his soft happy smile. His smile faltered when he noticed how close your lips were to his, he could feel your warm breath on his lips, the sensation quite ticklish.

“May I…may I kiss you Y/N?” He gulped. Your lips brushed over his when you nodded and a wild part of him came to life.

His hands flew up to cup your cheeks as he pulled you in, placing his lips on top of yours with such gentleness, it made your head feel dizzy. His soft lips danced with yours in harmony, parting and meeting yours again and again. He delicately brushed his thumbs over your cheekbones, drawing you deeper into the kiss. Your hands dropped to his sweater, clutching the wool in your fingers. His kisses had you feeling drunk, and with every breath and gasp for air, you pulled him in for more.

You shifted closer to him till your thighs touched, every contact had electricity zooming through your nerves. Your fingers found the ends of his well-kept hair and shamelessly you tangled your digits in his soft chocolate locks, bringing him even closer if possible. His hands trailed down to your lower back, arching you closer to his body, till the warmth of your chest pressed against his. Your warmth… radiated that home like feeling again, and Zhongli welcomed that with open arms, holding you like the most precious being in the world.

Thoughts ran crazy in Zhongli’s head. He knew that if he ever had the opportunity to kiss you, your lips would feel so smooth against his, but he never expected it to feel so…perfect. As if his lips were made to kiss yours, fitting together like puzzle pieces. Butterflies flew crazily in his stomach, a sensation he’d completely forgotten about before he met you. You entered his life and gave him the love he didn’t know he missed and now that he had a little taste, he craved more and more of you.

Separating for real this time, you panted, feelings his heavy breath against you. You lifted your head and bite your lip, stopping that huge grin from appearing on your face. Zhongli didn’t want to hold back his happiness. He laughed and hugged you tight, peppering kisses on your cheeks.

“I am so happy you’ve agreed to accept my feelings Y/N. So very happy.” He cheered, words trailing off as his eyes fell upon you again. He pecked your lips, once then twice, making sure the events that just happened weren’t a dream.

“So what does this mean for us? Do you think Ganyu and Xiao will be fine with you having a lover?” You hesitated with your words, trying to voice out your concerns. He understood your worries and grabbed your hands, bringing them up for him to place gentle kisses on your knuckles. “I think they’d be quite welcoming. They love you already and having you join our little family would bring them great happiness. That is, if you’re ready to?” Zhongli whispered softly, knowing the responsibility you would be agreeing to if you accept.

You think for a minute, then flip your hands to place Zhongli’s on top, giving butterfly kisses to his nervous hands. “I don’t know if I can think that far ahead. But what I know is that at this moment, I want to be with you, I want to be with Ganyu and Xiao. I want to see your face, first thing when I wake up and I want to kiss the children before they sleep. If you’ll have me, the way I am?”

Zhongli didn’t even need to give it a second thought, he was already nodding his head and pulling you against his chest, kissing you all over again. Hearing your angelic giggles and feeling your electrifying touch, Zhongli knew that for the first time in a long time, he was ready to love again.

everytime you're out on the street —or anywhere really— you hear that small bell jingle near you. at first you thought it was just your mind making it up, but that was just not possible after hearing it for so long. then, you decided it was the loudness from outside, which ended being false when you still could hear it while the streets were empty. your last option was blaming it on some cat that lives around, but the problem is you have never seen the cat that seems to follow you everywhere.

one day you wake up in rush, you're late. you stayed up all night thinking where could that sound come from, and now you're tired, sleepy and late. curiously you didn't hear that particular jingle today on your way, so you were able to forget about it all day until you where walking back home. you're walking peacefully, and suddenly you hear some meow at your feet. it was a cat. it purs and rubs on your leg, you immediately crunch down and start petting it, praises and loving words leaving your lips for the adorable animal.

“that's such a cute cat” says a voice near you. your head snaps towards the stranger that appeared seemingly out of nowhere. he was rather —really—cute. he tilts his head at you, his earring making a much familiar sound of a little jingle. “are you looking for a kitty? i'm pretty sure there must be one out there that wants you to own them” you feel somehow weirded out by his choice of words, or just him in general, but you just politely answer him. “i think i would like to get one” he smiles widely and his eyes get crazed spark in them. “oh? that's good to hear. well, bye now” he leaves abruptly. you're kinda relived he did. you keep walking home and go on with your routine.

but then, when you're about to sleep peacefully for the first time in a long time, you realize that little jingle that has been haunting you non-stop, came from him. from his earring. the cat wasn't wearing a collar. it was him.

you hope he really was talking about kitties and not other things.

hot things the tokyo revengers boys do

attractive things they do without trying/ being aware of it

genderneutral!reader

trigger warning: nothing

─ mikey

he hums softly whenever you talk to him. it's hot because it proves that he's listening to you, but it's also hot because his low tone seems to resonate into your whole body, curling around you like a snake would curl around his prey.

the way he knows he has you wrapped around his finger. the confidence he has whenever he's asking you to do something for him and the way he smiles knowing you can't say no to him.

he gets super close to your face whenever you're saying something that has anything to do with your romantic feelings toward him. "oh really? that's really sweet of you to say." he usually answers, in a voice that seems like velvet to your ears. he often looks at your lips with lewd eyes after that but move away before you can kiss him. yes he's a piece of shit.

─ draken

always touch your hips to move you a little whenever he passes behind you. (bonus point when sometimes he quickly kisses you under your ear or on your neck.)

he willingly becomes your personal heater whenever you're cold. you don't even have to ask him to hold you, as soon as he sees the tip of your nose and of yours ears starting to get red you're already in his arms.

his.fucking.smirk. it's almost imperceptible, a little smile cross his lips and he slightly nods in your direction. it lasts a few seconds but it's enough to make you fall on the floor. he usually does it when he sees you during a gang meeting, when he can't talk to you for the moment. or when he has to go because mikey called him, before he's out of sight he turns his head and smirks at you.

─ mitsuya

he's so mature and responsible. he handles every conflict with calm and rationality and never loses his temper, you know you can rely on him, (bonus points bc he's good with kids and nice with your family too)

sometimes, when he's really tired, he just lifts your hoodie/shirt and pass his head under it. "you're really warm, I like it." you can feel his breath brushing against your skin and you're even more warm if it's even possible. the best part is that he does it without any ulterior motive, he just really likes being this close to you.

idk man he's just so nice to everyone, and respectful, he gives his seat to a pregnant woman in the train, he helps an old man to cross the road, he offers his hand whenever you're walking together, totally husband material, green flags everywhere, he would treat you better than your shitty boyfriend

─ chifuyu

he loves to talk to you really close to your ear, he says the most innocent and random shit like asking you if you want to eat italian food tonight and let out a surprised laugh when he sees your blushing face.

he kisses your knuckles, then the back of your hand, and he slowly raises up to your shoulder by tracing light kisses all over your arm, when he's at your shoulder he lifts his head to smile to you and god wouldn't be nice to be in a relationship with him-

he unconsciously licks his lips whenever he's hungry and sees some food he likes yes it also applies to you

─ baji

everything he does is hot, and yes it is objectively said by a professional baji's slut

but enough of exposing myself, baji acts like he owns every place he goes to. when he sits somewhere, he makes sure to spread his legs and extend his arm against the back of his sit. he looks down at everyone even if they're taller than him, he just knows how to look scary and intimidating. a confident queen

"look at me" you hear these words pretty often, like when you're anxious and too busy over thinking, he asks you softly to look into his eyes and calm you down. or whenever you act shy around him, he really can't help it, he wants to stare into your eyes

moans like a slut when he stretches. he's not even ashamed of it. when you hear his soft whines you usually drop everything you have in your hands while he's looking at you with an innocent smile. this man truly doesn't know the power he holds

─ kazutora

this mf smells really good. it's not even perfume, it's his own body scent, and it just makes it 10x times hotter. sometimes you nuzzle your head into his neck, drowning in his scent while he laughs a little because your hot breath against his skin tingles him.

you know the famous fuck me eyes trend on tik tok? we found the winner you can stop searching. I know that he has like, gigantic eyes that seem to want to swallow your soul but he can make them look really soft when he wants. his big ass eyes usually soften when he's looking at you, staring without realizing it.

he falls asleep on your shoulder or lap pretty often. he feels at peace when he's around you, and this shows how much he trusts you, letting his guard down and being vulnerable around you.

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Connie x Reader Sunkissed (Modern AU)

summary: you get a text from your boyfriend late at night, asking if you want to go on a drive with him. of course, you'd say yes, no matter how late it was.

(a/n: connie calling you by Spanish nicknames is all that has been on my mind lately so its gonna be used a lot in this fic lmaoo also this is so so so self-indulgent skgjdfh)

Get ready

What why??

We're going for a drive hermosa. I'm gonna be at yours in less than 10 minutes

With a soft smile, you shook your head at your phone before doing as he said - getting out of bed to put a jacket on and grabbing your phone as you waited for a text or call from Connie, letting you know that he was outside.

There was a little vibration from your phone and knowing that it was him, you quietly crept out of your house, watching how Connie had come out of the car to open the door for you with a cheerful smile. He was dressed in one of his oversized hoodies and some jeans, a thin chain around his wrist that you noticed as he held onto the handle of the car door.

When you approached him, he pecked your lips, murmuring a greeting against your lips. Then, you seated yourself in the passenger side, turning the heating on low a setting since it wasn't too cold as it was the middle of the night, mid-summer.

Connie sat in the driver's seat, eyes drifting over your figure before smiling once again. He turned his head to face the front, starting the car and going down the road at a steady speed, slowly picking up the pace.

"What are you smiling about?"

"You look cute."

"But I'm just wearing pyjamas," you pointed out, feeling warmth encroach your cheeks.

"I know, and you still are cute and pretty... Especially when you blush like that."

"... Shut up," it was a mutter as you cast your eyes away from him, hating the way he could so easily make your heart do a little leap. His words and the way he smiles while he speaks; the gentle glimmer in his golden eyes when he looks at you and the way they soften as soon as they land on you. Then, the breathy laugh he lets out when he witnesses your reaction, feeling smug for being able to fluster you so easily.

"Hey, you weren't about to sleep, right?"

"Nah, I wasn't, don't worry. I was up because I couldn't sleep. Why were you awake, though? It's literally three in the morning."

"Couldn't sleep either. I was thinking to call you, but I didn't want to wake you up, so I decided to text... Sometimes, I feel like we're connected in a way."

"Shut up."

Connie snapped his head in your direction, an almost offended expression draped over his face. "Why are you telling me to shut up?"

"Because you're being cute."

He snorted, finding your hand that rested on your lap and entangled his digits with yours before bringing your connected hands to the gear stick. "If you're telling me to shut up for being cute, then how come you don't always tell me to shut up?"

"You idiot," you laughed, glancing at your hands before directing your gaze to the side to see your boyfriend's visage bathing in the moonlight. "Then, I wouldn't have anyone to annoy me."

"Wow, so I annoy you? I am never annoying." It was evident that his tone was sarcastic.

"Mhm, and you never say dumb shit either, huh?"

"Hey! I didn't pick you up for you to bully me."

"You know I'm joking, baby. I love when you annoy me and tell me everything you have to say," you beamed tenderly at him, his eyes meeting yours for a moment before he faced the road again.

"And I love when you bully me because I know it means you love me."

"How do you know it means that I love you?" you teased, and he slightly frowned.

"Hush. Let us have a cute moment."

With a soft apology, the smile that stained your lips grew in size and you felt Connie's thumb brush against your hand before he changed gear, keeping his hand on top of yours.

"... Where are we going, by the way?"

"To get some food. Then, find a nice view to watch the sunrise."

"Very romantic. Who gave you the idea?"

"(Y/N)," he spoke with a hint of a whiney tone laced in his voice and a pout started to form on his lips, "don't act like I'm not romantic."

"I'm just kidding, you big baby, no need to call me by my name."

"What, does that make you upset, (Y/N)?"

"It does. Stop."

Laughing softly, Connie brushes his thumb against your hand again and you could feel the tenderness in his actions. "Don't worry, mi corazón, you know I don't like calling you by your name."

"Is it because you think my name is ugly?" you asked in a feigned serious tone that the male knew was a joke, causing him to let out a puff of air from his nose.

"No, it's beautiful, I love it. But I know how much you love my nicknames for you."

"I do love them, they make me feel special."

"Because you are... I love you so much, y'know. I want to marry you one day," he told you in a gentle voice, and you could feel the warmth of his hand on yours grow a little warmer. After his last sentence was spoken, you choked on your own spit and gaped in his direction, waiting for him to expand on his declaration. He only laughed again when he saw your expression. "Why're you so shocked? Some people already think that you're my spouse.

"Huh? Like who?"

"My colleagues at work. I tell them about my 'spouse' sometimes."

When met with silence, the twenty-year-old turned towards you once he pulled up in a McDonald's drive-through and he almost panicked when he saw you trying to fight the tears that threatened to flee from your eyes.

"Oh, mi amor, I didn't mean to make you cry. I'm sorry," he cooed, leaning over to gingerly hold your face in both of his hands, brushing away a couple of stray tears with his thumbs.

"No, no, it's okay. I'm fine," you whispered with a small sniffle, attempting to smile which was difficult with a quivering lip.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, don't worry. Your words just caught me off guard." You were finally able to form a smile, your eyes glinting with so much passion and adoration for the male in front of you as he mirrored your gaze. It was so obvious to see the amount of love he harboured for you just by a simple glance.

"You okay?"

"Mhm," you hummed in confirmation, leaning closer to him to give him a peck on the lips.

"... Uhh, hello?" a muffled and slightly static voice spoke up, causing both of you to look outside Connie's window. When you both realised that you had forgotten about how you were in a McDonald's drive-through, laughter erupted in the car before you attempted to contain it.

Your boyfriend cleared his throat before speaking, a hint of a smile still remaining on his lips, "Hi, sorry about that."

"It's alright. Can I take your order?"

Once Connie told the worker both of your orders, he proceeded to drive forward to pay before waiting for your order. There was a comfortable silence in the car as you waited - your mind lingered on Connie's previous confession, while his mind raced through so many different things. Most of the things included you.

It was a short while prior to you guys getting your food and Connie thanked the worker as he took the food, passing you your order. He left the McDonald's drive-through and proceeded to whatever location he had in mind for you to watch the sunrise.

"Why don't you park somewhere so you can eat?" you asked him, fishing his food out of the bag and opening the packaging.

"Because I have my lovely (Y/N) that will feed me and is already doing just that before I said it," he answered with a soft grin, causing you to snort and playfully roll your eyes as you brought two chips to his mouth. "Thanks, babe."

Humming a 'you're welcome', you took a sip of your drink before offering it to your boyfriend. It was approximately thirty minutes of driving before you arrived at Connie's apartment.

"C'mon, let's go up to the roof."

You responded with a nod, unbuckling your belt and grabbing your drink that was yet to be finished as you got out of the car and gently closed the door. The click of the car locking sounded and you soon felt warm digits intertwine with yours.

Taking the elevator to the top floor, you two then took some stairs to get to the roof and when Connie opened the metal door, the cool breeze of dawn grazed your skin. It was still a little dark outside, but it was unmistakable that there would be glimpses of light fingering through the few clouds soon.

"Hey," your boyfriend softly spoke to get your attention as you gazed at the scene before you - everything was so peaceful and mysteriously beautiful at night. When you twisted in his direction, you smiled at him and silently questioned him with your expression. "Come sit with me."

You strode towards him, noticing how he laid his jacket on the ground for you to sit on. He sat with his legs outstretched, leaning back on one arm while he patted the space beside him with the other. Once seated, he snaked an arm around you and drew you closer to him, enabling you to lean your head on his shoulder. As his hand lightly clutched your waist, you brought a hand to his and fiddled with his fingers.

"Con?" you said in a hushed voice, almost like you were afraid to break the serenity that you both settled in. He only hummed in response to let you know that he was listening. "You know earlier... when you said you want to marry me. Were you being serious?"

"Of course, mi corazon. Do I ever lie to you?"

"No, but--"

"No 'but's. I want to marry you and that's the truth that no one can change my mind about... I've loved you for what feels like forever and I know for certain that marrying you wouldn't be a mistake."

"Okay, okay, I believe you. Don't make me cry again."

With a gentle chuckle, Connie kissed the top of your head and let his cheek rest upon your head. It was quiet again as you both let your gazes descend onto the hues of fuchsia and burnt tangerine that began to disperse and mingle with the deep cerulean sky.

"... I can never get tired of sunrises and sunsets," you whispered, lifting your head off of Connie's shoulder and glancing at him to see the tint of the sunrise illuminating his face. It made him appear surreal. And you couldn't decipher whether it was the sunrise that made his cheeks slightly pink or if he truly was blushing when he realised you were staring. With a teasing grin, you kissed his rosy cheek. "You're so pretty, Connie."

He almost stumbled over his words as he let out an awkward cough, which was rare for him to do. "You're even more beautiful."

Widening your grin, you inclined your head so that your lips could meet his in a tender kiss. You felt him pull you even closer to him if that was possible as he gingerly caressed your hips. Your fingers travelled to the back of his head and gripped his little buzz cut, slightly tugging on a few hairs which caused him to hum into your mouth. His teeth grazed your lower lip as he parted from you and relaxed his forehead against yours, giving your nose a light peck.

When you unlidded your eyes, you noticed how Connie's were shut and you smiled, simply gazing at his sunkissed face. Then, he opened his eyes, the sun focusing on the gold treasure that blossomed in his irises.

"You really are so pretty."

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i. my youth is yours / eren jaeger ( attack on titan ). 

The reason why Eren is the way he is right now is that you have always been part of his youth.

wc: 1,672 

a/n: takes place in a modern setting of marley, where eren & the reader are both 22 years old and college students. 

Eren has known you since he was ten years old.

It started in the fifth grade when he first saw you on the first day. Back then, he thought nothing special of you. You were around his age, a classmate of his, and just someone who sits at a desk that was arranged next to him. Someone as sweet and nice as you shouldn’t be friends with someone as fearsome and abrupt as him, but fate had other plans in store for him.

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calling them your husband

✧ genre: childe, diluc, thoma, and kaeya x gn! reader fluff (modern au)

✧ warnings: none

✧ summary: how they react when you playfully call them your husband

✧ note: got my inspiration for this from this tiktok video so yeah HSJXKSKXD. thought it would be kinda cute to write so here we are :"D. i hope you all enjoy ^^

CHILDE

not a lot of things can catch childe off guard. but your little stunt certainly did the trick.

it's a mundane, ordinary occurence for the two of you. he's in the kitchen preparing a midnight snack for both of you while you watch him and engage in occasional conversations.

oddly enough, it's these little, domestic moments that convince you that you want to spend the rest of your life with him, so you pull out your camera to capture it.

childe feels your figure come beside him and he smiles when you take out your phone to film him cooking.

"look at my husband being a master chef," you say, a teasing lilt to your voice as you pan the camera towards the sizzling food.

childe freezes for a moment, clearly taken aback at your bold choice of words. the short silence is soon interupted by the surprised chuckle that bubbles through his chest.

"woah, woah," he laughs, turning off the stove just as you've stopped filming him.

he abandons the food, opting to trap you in between his lean body and the kitchen counter instead.

his arms are on either side of your figure, towering over you before leaning down to capture your lips in a sweet kiss.

"husband, huh?" he ponders. you can feel the ghost of a smile on his lips that brush against yours as he mutters, "i like the sound of that."

DILUC

does not expect you to call him your husband at all. you've got him completely flustered.

he's just woken up, hair all tousled and a loose house shirt haphazardly thrown onto his figure as he slowly comes to his senses, his feet guiding him to your figure in the kitchen.

he's drowsily wrapping his arms around you, lips connecting tenderly with your cheek as he rasps out a low "good morning, darling."

you chuckle and reply with your own good morning, smiling as he continues to back hug you while you brew some coffee.

once the coffee is done, you pour some in a cup for diluc, pecking his cheek as you hand it to him.

"some coffee for my husband," you say, the word playfully slipping past your lips. that gets diluc's sleep muddled brain to kick start.

his cheeks are flushed a deep scarlet and you only get a peek of it before he shoves his face into your shoulder.

he sets the coffee down onto the kitchen counter so both his arms can fully circle your waist, pulling your back impossibly closer to him as his heart beats rapidly against his chest.

your laughter causes diluc to smile against the little exposed skin of your shoulder and he eventually calms himself down, slightly chuckling along with you.

it's far too embarrassing for him to admit out loud, but he definitely loved how the word "husband" sounded on your lips.

THOMA

slightly flustered but also so giddy and happy at how natural the word seems to roll off your tongue.

he's helping you clean and organize your shared room for the day, hauling boxes up the stairs and dusting some of the higher places you can't reach.

eventually, as the sun begins to set outside the window, you both decide to take a break from all the cleaning and reorganizing you've been doing.

he automatically makes his way over to where you were seated on the floor and leans in to peck your lips softly before pulling you up from the floor so he can wrap his arms around your waist, slowly swaying you side to side in time with the gentle sound of music that filled the silence of the room.

"don't you think we deserve a nice little dance after tending to the room all day, my love?" he questions, a cheeky smile adorning his sunlit features.

"we do indeed, my husband," you reply, mirroring the same smile stretched across thoma's lips.

at your sudden and unexpected use of such an intimate title, his eyes widen and his cheeks dust a light shade of pink that was generously highlighted by the rays of the setting sun.

he sputters out a laugh out of disbelief for a moment before an even wider smile breaks onto his face.

he leans down to give you another sweet kiss to the lips before resting his forehead against your own.

"you know what?" thoma's heart pounds rapidly in his chest. "i wouldn't mind calling you my spouse one day."

KAEYA

rarely do you ever see him so soft and amused at such a thing so you better treasure this moment for the rest of your life.

you two are deciding what type of movie to watch for your date night and you're currently torn between action and some cheesey rom com.

"out of every movie, you choose a romantic comedy for a date night?" he asks, deciding to agree with your pick since, let's face it, he could never say no to you anyways.

one of his arms act as a cushion for your head that's currently leaning onto his shoulder, his cheek laying against your hair.

"quite fitting for a date, don't you think?" you retort lightheartedly, setting down comfortably against his side.

"besides, why wouldn't i want to watch a romantic comedy with my husband?" the moment those words left your mouth, kaeya goes silent.

you assume he doesn't think much of it so you decide not to comment further on it, glancing up at him instead before the movie started.

there you see that kaeya's features had softened once you uttered that specific word, his heart swelling and eyes pooling with an indescribable amount of fondness and affection.

he places a kiss to the top of your head as a small smile makes it's way onto his lips. he sighs in content as his arm comes to cradle your head towards his chest instead of his shoulder.

he pays almost no attention to the movie, his mind replaying back to hoe you called him such an honourable petname. he could definitely get used to you calling him as your husband.

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𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬

ft. albedo, childe, kaeya, xiao, zhongli x gn!reader

genre: fluff, headcanons, modern au

a/n: hello shawties <33 how is everyone doing today??? enjoy this little thing i made in the middle of trying to study w/ my walnut brain constantly getting brainrots instead of processing studies

→ ALBEDO on weekend mornings would wake up somewhere between 6:30 am to 7. he knows you don't wake up that early so he'll lay down a bit until you start your first yawn of the day. he'll let out a small smile before leaving the bed and wait for you, sitting in the living room reading a book. don't tell anyone but whenever albedo wakes up he's flawless — what's your secret, mr. albedo???

→ CHILDE, from all the exhaustion he'd face during his work would sleep in on weekends. if he's super exhausted, he'd cling on you and won't let you out from the bed. finally waking up he'll start with torturing you with kisses. if he wakes up earlier than you, expect malewife childe to make breakfast in the kitchen for his wonderful and still-very-tired spouse <3

→ KAEYA, much like childe would cling on to you, but not ample. he'll let you off his hands once he feels like it, but all he wants to see is your face basking in the beautiful 9 am sunlight while he strokes your face ;) usually, he'll wake up from friday night whilst he was drunk and sober. yet still looking absolutely gorgeous when he wakes up the next day. how???

→ XIAO would honestly just lay down and watch you sleep (even though his day starts long before the sun rises), and as soon as the sun wakes up, he'll call you yet still get off the bed at the same time as you. he finds you gorgeous when you bask in the 9 am sunlight yet he doesn't really say it. how can someone be so precious yet so scary? god i don't understand xiao sometimes

→ ZHONGLI would literally be right in front of you as soon as you wake up. no matter what the day is, he'll always be waking up right at 5 o clock. pspsp give me your tips zhong he'd give you some tea to start the day as there's no disturbances to well,, disturb you?? but yeah, he'll start the day off saying stories again and again, and his soothing voice'll never get tiring in your eyes~

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.

Request: au where the reader loses an eye and has to wear an eyepatch like kaeya, fischl and beidou. just them vibing with em all while everyone is worried about how you lost an eye??

Characters: Beidou, Kaeya, Fischl

warnings: mention of injury, soft yandere, sagau

Notes: my brain is fried, im also so sorry for talking so long to respond!

Fischl is the one most excited about it, because now, she has someone who shares the same fashion aesthetic as her. For so long, she’s been outcasted for the way she dresses and the way she behaves and now, her creator looks like her. To say she feels happy is an understatement. She feels a bit closer to you knowing that you both have something in common and you can often see her standing around you wanting to make conversation. To be with you when she gets the chance and if you choose to spend more time with her, she’ll be more than happy to oblige.

Kaeya is the most smug about this. He doesn't need to know why you wear an eyepatch because seeing his brother get pissed off is way more amusing than knowing what happened. Of course, if you choose to tell him what happened, he’s more than willing to listen. You’ll never see him say it out loud, but it’s obvious with the way he’s standing beside you most of the time and being right next to you that he’s subtly mocking the others.

Beidou isn’t smug about it, but she does find it a little enjoyable to see Ningguang staring at her when she sits beside you or when you talk to her about new eyepatches. She’s most willing to find other types of eye patches you like, be it with the finest cloth or something really simple. Each time she comes back from a voyage, she has a new one for you.

Everyone else is concerned about you. Why do you have an eyepatch? Did someone hurt you? Was it an accident? The Archons are the ones most actively trying to find out what happened but they can’t do much when you’re having the time of your life with the other three.

asking them / getting asked to watch the fireworks by them

inc. zhongli, ningguang, xiao, beidou

a/n. tfw lantern rite is so good it inspires you to write

zhongli

when zhongli turns around a corner in the wangsheng funeral parlor, he is delighted to see you. “hello, (y/n). i wasn’t expecting to see you here. i thought you’d be enjoying the festival.”

nervously, you twiddle your fingers. “yes, about that… i was just wondering if you’d like to watch the fireworks together…?” you suggest.

zhongli is quiet, eyes on the floor. you suddenly regret asking. “but, ah… if you’re too busy, or just don’t want to…” your voice slowly trails off as your face gets hot.

zhongli suddenly looks at you. “oh, no, it’s not that.” he clears his throat. “i’d love to watch the fireworks with you. i just was just trying to think of the most ideal location to watch them from.”

“oh,” you chuckle. “i mean, we have a nice few even from here. we don’t need to travel far.” you tell him.

zhongli shakes his head. “i appreciate the offer but uh… if we stay here, we’ll have an uninvited guest,” he nods towards hu tao, who has completely turned in her chair to watch you and zhongli.

you nod, grinning. “right. then what do you think about heyu tea house?” you ask. “that also has a nice view…”

zhongli smiles, stepping past you and opening the door to the funeral parlor. “that sounds wonderful.”

you step outside and into the commotion of the festival. you can hear people laughing and talking, children running around with liyue delicacies in their hands, and couples walking hand in hand.

zhongli lifts his arm slightly, and you intertwine your arm with his. he can’t help but smile. “alright, to heyu tea house we go.” he says.

ningguang

since you had been such a great help with restoring the jade chamber, you had recently been tasked with helping lady ningguang herself. it was truly an honor, and it also brought you closer to ningguang.

after a day of running around and meeting with people and overlooking the festivities, you finally returned to the jade chamber with ningguang. after helping her out with a few more things, you no longer had any reason to stay with her.

“well, lady ningguang, i believe that’s it for me…” you tell her.

the tianquan simply nods. “thank you for all of your help today. i don’t believe i would have returned to the jade chamber so early if it wasn’t for you.”

you smile. “thank you.” you turn to leave but suddenly stop, turning back to ningguang, who hasn’t moved from where she was standing. “um, lady ningguang, if you’d like to see the fireworks, i’ll be just outside, so…”

after a few moments, she smiles. “thank you for the invite.” and then she turns and walks away, quietly slipping into her room.

you rush out of the jade chamber, cringing at yourself in embarrassment. what gave you the courage to say that to ningguang? why would you even ask? you had only been working for her for a few weeks, so why—

you’re pulled out of your thoughts when you hear the familiar clicking of heels behind you. you turn to see ningguang, beautifully dressed in a navy blue evening gown. for a moment, you swear that she seems almost… shy?

“not to ask this so suddenly, but… what do you think of this gown?” ningguang asks.

you realize your jaw has dropped slightly at the sight of her. you quickly close it. “um… you look… beautiful, ningguang.”

she sighs in relief. “i’m glad. i wasn’t entirely sure if this fit me.” she smiles. “but i trust your judgement.”

“i thought you’d be too tired to join me for the fireworks, but i’m glad you’re here,” you tell her.

ningguang shakes her head slightly and she walks closer to you. “even if i was, i would never miss the fireworks of the festival for the world, especially if it’s with you,” she says, a playful smirk on her face.

xiao

you had spent the day with xiao, however you hadn’t

bothered to ask him to watch the fireworks with you. he wasn’t a fan of crowds, and you didn’t want him to feel obligated to join you. so once the sun began to set, you decided it was time to head back to liyue harbor.

“well, i should get going… it’ll be time for the fireworks by the time i get back to the harbor,” you tell xiao. “are you going back to wangshu inn? we can take the path that goes past there.”

“oh,” xiao says. “…yeah. we can do that.”

you two walk hand in hand in silence, listening to the surrounding nature and the distant commotion from liyue harbor. as you grew closer to wangshu inn, xiao suddenly stopped.

“hm? xiao, everything okay?”

xiao nods. “i was thinking…” he looks past you. “maybe we could watch the fireworks together.”

you stand still for a moment, before quickly nodding. “yes! that would be really nice, xiao.” you say softly.

xiao starts walking again and you quickly walk to catch up with him, grabbing hold of his hand again. “i swear i wanted to ask you,” you say. “but i know the festival isn’t exactly the most… inviting place for you.”

xiao shrugs. “i know. but i just really want to watch them with you…”

you smile. “thank you, xiao.”

beidou

you stand on the crux, resting your elbows on the ledge and looking out to the sea. you had been helping beidou with some things, and it ended up taking all day. you were still on the crux, and you surely wouldn’t make it back to the harbor in time to see the fireworks as you had planned.

“what’s up? you haven’t said a word in hours. catfish got your tongue?” you hear beidou’s voice growing closer. you feel her arm around your shoulders.

you sigh. “it’s nothing. i just wanted to see the fireworks… i made plans and everything but…”

“you’re here on the ship,” beidou speaks as if she can read your thoughts.

you nod. “yeah,” you say softly.

beidou laughs, patting your back. “well, you’re in luck! it may not be what you had planned, but little do you know, we have the best seats in liyue!” she says.

you give her an unsure look.

“hey, come on! think about it! we’re a pretty good distance away from the docks so we won’t miss a thing! no trees or buildings blocking our view!” she tells you, grabbing your shoulders and leading you to the other side of the crux.

you realize that she’s correct — you really do have the perfect view.

“hmm,” you say. “you’re right.”

“you know it! i’ve spent more time than anyone on this ship!” she retorts. “i know all the tricks.”

“then, will you stay and watch the fireworks with me?” you ask softly.

beidou looks flustered for a moment, but she quickly pulls herself together. “of course! who do you think i am?” she wraps her arm around your waist. “i would never let you watch the fireworks all alone.”

sincerely,

yours truly (part one). / sincerely (part two).

premise: your diligent efforts to uncover the identity of your secret admirer had ultimately amounted to nothing. in fact, your investigations only raised more questions — your companions' strange behaviors and shifty-eyed gazes hadn't completely escaped from your awareness, not to mention you've become... privy to some of their affections...

and what is the last thing you need while trying to search for one person who liked you? more people to like you, of course!

but that is exactly what you receive. (goddamn it all.)

includes: zhongli, kaeya, scaramouche, itto & the real secret admirer !

note: oh god i have done it. it's even longer than the other one but since this is the 10k celebration fic, it's only rightfully so! i hope you enjoy this... likes and reblogs are appreciated <33 please read the first part if you haven't already!

zhongli:

all things considered, zhongli is an unrelated figure to your personal issues, not particularly concerned with such trifling matters. you lived worlds apart, and he's generally preoccupied by his own studies anyway, too absorbed in his thesis to mind who has a crush on who and whatnot.

yet it seems as if fate is intent on pulling you two together whether you like it or not.

you belong in different majors, your lecture halls on opposite sides of campus, and he's an upperclassman. not to mention the upperclassman everyone looks up to, the senior equivalent of albedo. though he holds an air of benevolence and warmth, he's unapproachable in the way nobody would dare impose themselves in fear of bothering him with their presence.

professors only speak of his name in accordance with endless words of praise, and legend has it that any paper he proofreads is guaranteed to receive a high grade... not that anyone could confirm it, since nobody has been gifted that luxury.

except for you, of course, living the y/n life — you'd been slaving away on your assignments per usual at diluc's cafe when, in a moment of misfortune, zhongli had crashed into a waiter and spilled his coffee on your papers, soaking pale sheets in brown splatters and smudging the inked sentences you'd painstakingly written for the past hour.

if only your laptop hadn't run out of battery, you wouldn't have resorted to drafting with pen and paper. or you could have done your work in a later date instead of being productive for nothing. fuck.

witnessing your expression crumpled to disbelief and misery, zhongli apologized through offering his assistance in doing your assignment with you. and oh boy, he did it well. it was better than what you could've ever done, the insight he provided beyond profound. he was humble even as you showered him with compliments, still looking quite apologetic for the fiasco he caused.

and. right. it could've ended there. after that occasion, you would wave at him if you passed by each other at the hallways, but that's where the extent of your relationship ended, a pair of underclassman and upperclassman who'd known each other once.

but of course it's never that easy.

he pops up when you least expect it, running into you frequently even though the rumors articulated “you'd hardly get a glimpse of him since he's busy all the time” clearly. and he's acquainted with people you know well, just that you never paid attention to it; keqing seems to respect him a lot, so does xiao, ganyu perks up whenever he's brought up in conversations, and childe sticks to him when given the opportunity. perhaps it was only a matter of time that you begin a friendship with him as well...

but what's up with these horribly timed drama tropes you keep experiencing with him?!

bumping into him and dropping your books to the floor so he offers to walk you to the library, locked into a room when a professor asks you to collect materials for class with him and the door has a faulty knob, getting photographed by a student while you study in the same table and everyone assumes you're dating,,

you've been seeing far too much of him.

everyone's patience has been wearing thin. xiao tries his best to keep his annoyance at bay but fails. childe has resorted to bribing zhongli for free lunch to lead him away from you. albedo straight up drags you to the opposite direction whenever he spots zhongli within vicinity.

but it's like there's a force of nature compelling you to stick right back to him.

hosting events for college fests had never been your kind of thing, but attention follows you if you're acquainted with famous people, and keqing was unwilling to be an emcee if she didn't have a friend alongside her to act as a second host. of course, that meant everyone was deadset on dragging you with her.

you're not very keen on standing on a stage to face the whole school like a kid participating in a talent show, but you've never been good at saying “no” to your friends.

hence why you find yourself clutching on a microphone now, blinded by bright stage lights. you would much prefer if you were part of the audience. or if you were in ayaka's place instead, holding up cue cards behind the curtains.

there's some kind of beauty pageant going on, a popularity contest for the prettiest people in uni. votes are collected via online polls, and you're tasked to reveal the top 10. you don't doubt for a second your friends will all join you on stage eventually, and you've already asked ganyu to drag xiao up the platform if he tries to escape. sweeping off a piece of confetti by your shoulder, you flip open the folden paper in your hand and announce the winning names.

zhongli steps up as one of the candidates for first place and you faintly hear gasps of awe and high pitched squeals.

you nod at him in acknowledgement, and he returns the gesture in kind. you head on over to hand him a mic of his own, keqing busying herself by doing the same job for other contestants, and...

in your carelessness, distracted by fumbling with the paper in your hand to hide it back inside your pocket, you trip over an electrical cord.

you've been waiting the entire night for the time where you'll eventually embarrass yourself in front of a crowd. perhaps a voice crack in what's supposed to be a tense situation, a stutter in your words, falling off a stage even, but here it is, even more horrifying than what you could've imagined.

squeezing your eyes shut instinctively, you brace yourself for the hard surface to tumble onto. instead, what meets you is something squishy, someone's hands gripping around your shoulders, and-

FUCK. you banged your knees on the ground.

the first thing to pop in your mind is a myriad of swears that could stun a sailor.

the second is the oddly plush surface your lips had landed on.

the third is the sight of widened golden eyes. they look very familiar. but you'd rather not think about who they belong to.

the ugly screech of the microphone dropping to the floor is drowned out by gasps, yelling, and the scandalized choke of keqing behind you. xiao — who did end up being a contender for the stupid popularity contest and is standing only a few meters away, makes an alarming noise that could trigger a person's fight or flight reaction.

you hastily attempt to rise to your feet, but the floor is slippery what the actual fuck, and zhongli, oh for fuck's sake, innocent and oblivious zhongli grabs your hips to keep you steady.

.....of course the accidental kiss and caught in a compromising position tropes were going to happen eventually.

kaeya:

“it's from me.”

your gaze travels from the fresh, new bouquet of flowers emitting a sweet fragrance lying in your arms, and the face of the man currently standing before you, lips curled in what seems to be a supposedly reassuring smile.

“you mean... this and the carnations last time?”

his lips are still firmly quirking upwards, admirably patient in spite of reiterating the same phrase over and over again whenever probed with your repetitive questions.

still, he doesn't quite give off the impression of someone deeply infatuated.

and okay, not to be narcissistic, but you expected a secret admirer to... well, admire you more, yet this person looks as nonchalant as ever.

and he doesn't look like the type to profess love through subtle means. at all.

you'll be blunt. you've heard of kaeya. who hasn't? whether it be of mischief, or something more scandalous in nature, he's more or less always involved with trouble, gossip about him traveling fast. it may be an insane prank in the boys' dormitory or someone he bedded (who's supposedly out of everyone's league, yet fell for his charms so easily), you hear of his name quite often.

it's just that you didn't expect you'd associate yourself with him...

and if you have at least two brain cells to rub together, you can easily piece together the conclusion: this guy is definitely talking out of his ass.

nobody has ever heard of kaeya pining over someone so badly that he personally sent bouquets and other small gifts to appease them, admiring them from the shadows. it's so clearly not his style. if he likes someone, he'd flirt with them a bit and cleverly worm his way into their heart, and absolutely not give away presents expecting nothing in return.

but if he's not your secret admirer, then for what reason is he pretending like he is?

you want to seek the truth, and playing along for the meantime sounds like the best option. and this may draw out the real secret admirer, the sly part of you voices internally.

thinking it'll be rude to turn him down publicly (since of course he initiated this exchange in the middle of a crowd, and that only gives you more reason to doubt him), you decide to see how things go first.

if anything, this whole “wooing” business with kaeya seems like it's done out of spite. does he have a bone to pick with you? or he made one of those stupid “it'll only take a week for you to fall for me” bets with his friends? hopefully not, because that's terribly out of trend.

your indifferent responses do nothing to deter him from sticking to you like glue though, doing this and that to earn your favor. he's... not doing anything wrong, actually. if you didn't know any better, you'd think he's like any other eager guy who wants to receive your love.

he does a great job of remembering what things you like and dislike, making a habit of inviting you out for a meal in your favorite restaurants every now and then or taking note of what movies you're looking forward to so you could watch it in the cinema together.

... it feels more like hanging out with normal friends now.

kaeya eases into the idea of that notion, too, insisting on meeting you outside of his shady “i'm your secret admirer” business. it doesn't take too long until you begin to reach out to him as well, inviting him to go shopping with you to look at jewelry together (and dear lord, does kaeya know how to accessorize) or giving him a ticket to the amusement park when kokomi bails on you. (“so i' m just a rebound? a back-up plan?” kaeya arches a questioning brow, acting deeply hurt to provoke a reaction. you smack his shoulder and he laughs in mirth.)

(he definitely tries for the “let's go to the haunted house so you can cling to me when you're scared” cliche but fails. why does he feel disappointed though...)

if given more time, maybe the time would come where you'll both just shrug off the secret admirer thing and continue on normally as friends. it'll be the last thing on your minds, a joke that never had a punchline. just some prank kaeya didn't see through the end.

but then it resurfaces when kaeya had already given you your daily dose of coffee — yes, he somehow knows the secret recipe you like, something you plan to ask him about later — but another cup is waiting at your desk, its once warm temperature turning lukewarm.

you inspect it, judging for yourself, and you confirm it's the same recipe you like.

so this one is from the real secret admirer then, the one who's still hiding in the shadows. that, or this recipe is just popular.

the people residing in the same room as you observe the scene with interest, because apparently your romance drama became a spectator sport, stares pinned in kaeya's direction.

you knew he was a fraud from the very start, but others do not, and he's not sure what to say.

someone else makes the excuse for him. “do you have another person who likes you, [name]?” amber asks innocently, essentially saving kaeya's ass without her realizing it. you let your gaze shift from her to kaeya.

“...maybe.” you place the two cups of coffee side-by-side, feigning nonchalance.

if the real secret admirer found out that someone's pretending to be him, this must be his way of saying kaeya's a fraud in front of everyone. after all, if he was actually the secret admirer, there'd be no need for kaeya to give you another cup when he'd already placed one on top of your desk.

and a couple of people already know who the real one is, anyway. xiao just doesn't want to tell you.

kaeya sends what seems to be a longing gaze your way but ends up turning away to head to his own classroom. he'd only offered to walk you towards yours, and you didn't share classes. it gives you more time to ponder how to confront him.

you didn't have to. he explained things himself.

it comes in the time you least expect, a peaceful lunch like any other. he suddenly arrived at your table, tray in hand, and sat opposite of you. “it's not me,” is the first thing he says, no context at all. he admits the obvious truth and you shovel more food in your mouth in your hopes of hiding how curious you are for what else he has to say.

“but i know who's been giving you flowers... and the coffee. also the chocolate the other day. i helped him pick out the presents, actually.” and that's where you choke because that's not what you were expecting at all.

“he was considering sending a love letter, but i told him you'd recognize his handwriting because you know him very well. and he refused to give a printed letter because he thought it was 'lacking' and you deserved better than that.” he scoffed at the thought. “and that's cute of him. endearing, if you will. but he seriously pissed me off last month and i wanted to mess with him a bit.”

“so you... tried to date the person he likes?” your expression sours. that's a dick move. he immediately shakes his head, as if to say perish the thought.

“not that. i knew for a fact you wouldn't like me anyway. i was just teasing him,” kaeya huffs. “and he got angry at me. well, it's a justified reaction. but i didn't plan on keeping up the charade for long. i only wanted to fool around for a few days.”

“and then?”

“...i missed the timing to pass it off as a joke. then we started to hang out like friends. but i assured him that you didn't actually think i was the real secret admirer, so he forgave me as long as i... do some work for him.”

oh. he's right about that though. and that also explains why kaeya looked so tired recently, helping out a friend with his project as a sincere apology.

“does he plan on revealing his identity anytime soon?” you can't help but ask, your eager eyes betraying the nonchalance in your voice. kaeya sighs at that, leaning back on his chair and crossing his arms.

“i've been trying to convince him to. it's exhausting to look at him flailing about like an idiot. he talks about you all the time.” he frowns at the way your cheeks color. “you should try luring him out.”

you tilt your head in question. to show his point, he reaches out his arm, grabbing your hand. you let him do as he pleases, even as he brings the spoonful of your meal to his lips, and takes a bite out of it.

distantly, you hear a metal clatter against the floor and a voice cry out in surprise. you turn your head towards the noise, and you see—

the hell. it's just bennett tripping.

... but it's not like bennett dropped a metal utensil or anything. he is the one who cried out, though.

“wrong direction, sweetheart. you were supposed to look at the right. what a shame, you didn't see him picking up his fork like a fool.” kaeya laughs, releasing your hand from his grip.

he seems strangely reluctant in doing so, but you decide not to look further into it.

scaramouche:

at best, he is an unwilling spectator.

emphasis on “unwilling” because he truly does not wish to see you. like at all. you're pretty sure he hates your guts, but he'd amassed a lifetime's worth of misfortune and keeps seeing you... and the guys around you.

it's safe to say if your love life was turned into a k-drama, he'd probably seen the entire series.

he'd walked in on you when childe confessed he likes you, purple eyes narrowed into a sharp glare before he turned on his heel and left the room. he'd seen the way xiao looks at you, starstruck and excruciatingly fond, because of course scaramouche sat beside him in class (long, long ago they settled a mutual agreement to not speak to each other unless necessary, even if they hadn't verbally discussed it). he'd seen you at diluc's cafe, too, when diluc poured coffee at the angry customer. scaramouche's clothes were stained, as he was the customer sitting beside your table.

he'd seen you with kazuha when kazuha came to pick you up in the rain. he'd seen albedo draw sketches of you in the corner of his notes. he'd seen thoma with you while out for grocery shopping. he'd seen gorou follow after you not unlike a loyal puppy.

he's, reasonably, tired of seeing your stupid face and your stupid harem and he hates you.

by the looks of it, none of your friends like him. especially mona. she had a few arguments with him already. they didn't mix well, and scaramouche liked poking fun of the astrology she loved, a firm disbeliever of such things. “how is my birthday supposed to dictate my personality? or my relationship status? is this fortune-telling? tell me, then. what's my lucky color for the day-” and he only shut up when mona landed a clean kick to his shin.

...yeah. he's kind of an asshole. the type to scowl 24/7, glare at you for no reason, and bump into you without apologizing. then when you do try to make small talk to alleviate the awkward atmosphere, he scoffs and pointedly ignores you.

but you can't blame him for finding you and... the guys following you irritating. you imagine it must be an eyesore for outsiders. there's already quite a bit of rumors about you going around seducing men (and women, you add, because apparently you can't be friends with pretty girls without having those kinds of intentions... and yoimiya and ayaka could be somewhat touchy) and rumors are almost always wildly changed with each pass of gossip from one person to another.

of course your friends don't believe it one bit and are ready 24/7 to defend your honor, but scaramouche is very obviously not your friend, and he may regard you with something less than pleasing.

it's only understandable you're caught by surprise when you chance upon him picking a fight with people badmouthing you, shoving a boy to the wall with brute force you wouldn't expect from someone his size. (you berate yourself for making fun of his height in this kind of situation.)

“shut the fuck up,” scaramouche drawls out, fisting the boy's shirt collar. “your voice is grating to the ears. surely, you have better things to do than yap nonsensical bullshit out in the open?”

“what's your fucking problem?!” the guy responds, panicking within his grip. “it's not like we were talking about you! don't think so highly of yourself!”

that prompts a scoff from him, and he tightens his hold on the boy's collar. he immediately shuts his mouth, thinking it better not to retaliate. scaramouche's glare promises something beyond simple violence if he continued to act prideful.

somwhat satisfied by the fear glistening in the guy's eyes, scaramouche finally releases him. “scram.”

the group runs off, and you quickly duck behind a wall to hide from his sight as he walks away. you're not sure what to feel, conflicted by his usual prick demeanor and shockingly kind(?) actions behind the scenes.

unfortunately, your confusion reflects directly on your face. after a handful of times catching you staring at him, he finally snaps, “what do you want.”

your expression twists into something complex, and scaramouche's frown deepens. “uh... no, it's nothing, really...”

“you've been looking at me all day. do you take me for a fool?”

your face sours. so much for planning to thank him. maybe he didn't stand up for you and actually just found the noisy gossiping annoying enough to choke a guy and pin him to the wall. if it's scaramouche, it isn't too far-fetched at all.

and what were you going to say to him, anyway? it's not like he explicitly stated he did it for you. it would be beyond mortifying if you thanked him for it and he clarified that little detail, thinking you were stuck-up enough to assume the world revolves around you.

... no, that's too much overthinking, isn't it...

“well?” scaramouche impatiently taps his foot, raising an eyebrow expectantly. you hold back a defeated sigh and decide to stay put.

“sorry if i made you uncomfortable. i was, um, looking at...” who does he sit with again? “xiao!” you mentally apologize to your friend, using his name as an excuse.

impossibly, he becomes more irate than before, his taps ceasing into a calm quiet. the silence pierces more than the tense conversation prior.

without another word, he walks away.

...well. okay. that was safely evaded.

life continues on per usual. you don't interact for the next week, and you want to leave it at that.

except your life is a joke. a romantic comedy you never wanted to be a part of.

...you're assigned to a group project. with him. with childe too, no less. the childe who confessed his love to you not too long ago and you still have problems wrapping your head around it, not sure how to talk with him like you did before.

amidst this drama, scaramouche is stuck smack dab between you. he's unquestionably furious.

he's present when childe looks at you in the same excruciating way xiao does. he's present when childe tries to make jokes to ease off the tension, and it doesn't work in the slightest. he's present in the lingering gazes, awkward pauses when you graze fingers as you hand materials to each other, and reluctant conversations that never last any longer than seven clipped sentences.

scaramouche feels wronged. had he committed a war crime in his past life to deserve this despair?

and you. you just want to get this over with. collect information, make a powerpoint, and present in front of the whole class. easier said than done.

the three of you together doesn't sit right with you, but left with only two isn't any better either. childe and scaramouche don't get along if you leave them long enough for an argument to brew. scaramouche hates you and doesn't fill the silence when childe leaves for a bathroom break. childe tries too hard to talk when scaramouche leaves for a coffee break.

when the first day of working together ends, you nearly cry tears of joy.

“i can walk you home,” childe offers out of goodwill. it's certainly not because he has other intentions in mind, he's just concerned since it is pretty late.

“we take the same bus,” scaramouche speaks, for the first time joining your conversation. “we can go together.”

childe smiles in relief, lifting a hand to ruffle your hair. then he stills. old habits die hard. damn.

for his sake, you don't comment on it. you walk out of the library, scaramouche in tow.

the stroll to the empty bus stop isn't a comfortable one, but at the very least, you're accompanied by an acquaintance and you don't have to feel anxious being alone. you take a seat as you wait but scaramouche chooses to remain standing, placing a fair amount of distance between you.

“...you haven't made up?”

his voice is small, almost swallowed by the howling winds. you're surprised he wants to talk about it, but you laugh. “we didn't fight or anything.”

“fighting would've been better,” he replies. “an apology could still repair your relationship. but there's nothing you can do if you don't see him that way, and he can't see you as a friend.”

you look down at your feet, heels resting firmly against the pavement. “yes... it's tricky. i don't know how to act around him. i don't want to hurt him, but... maybe not rejecting him is painful, too.”

“then turn him down properly.”

“it's not that easy...”

“would you rather him still have hopes for a chance with you and eventually get disappointed instead of dealing with it once and for all?”

he makes an excellent point. it's reasonable enough... but you don't know how to bring it up with childe. not now. not yet. you'll have to think about it properly, the way to reject him with the least amount of discomfort from his side.

“receiving relationship advice from you... if someone told me this would happen today, i'd think they've gone mad.” you chuckle. “do you deal with friends whining about hardships like these often?”

“apparently, they think of me — someone who has no interest in dating — as the perfect person to consult for relationship problems.”

“hm? you don't date? do you like anyone, at least?”

he gives you a look. it's perfectly blank, devoid of his usual arrogance or irritation. you blink at him, the pause in the conversation stretching too long to be comfortable.

“you could say that. but i don't... try things i know won't work out.”

“...like?”

he rolls his eyes. “think about it this way.” he removes his hands from his pockets, approaching your seated figure. he comes startlingly close, mere centimeters away, and his fingers curl around your wrist. your lips part and close, and you wonder if he's trying to kiss your knuckles-

“if i told you now that i like you, with this many people who like you too, there's no way i'd win, is there?”

it's an example, you tell yourself. you asked him a question and he answered it.

“...so the one you like is popular...”

but his gaze looking directly into your eyes is too earnest, too honest. sincere. light reflects against the violet pools, a turbulent storm clouding within.

you neither nod nor shake your head. the bus arrives and you scramble to get on it.

scaramouche pulls you by the wrist when you nearly trip over the small set of stairs, leading you to a pair of seats. if you have something to be grateful for, it's that he doesn't try to talk anymore, using the pair of headphones resting by his neck for the rest of the ride.

itto:

itto barges into your life in a whirlwind of chaos.

it comes in the form of a stray volleyball plummeting towards your back, and the sheer force behind it knocks the wind out of your lungs. your knees buckle and you kneel on the floor, heaving violent gasps of air. the searing pain makes you wonder if you broke your spine.

distantly, a screech bellows from the court. a figure almost flies past the gymnasium's doors to check on your condition. “are you okay?!” it's gorou, you realize, his eyes blown wide with panic.

you don't want to worry him and say you feel as if you've permanently shattered a bone, but your back hurts like a bitch and you tell him so, “fuck me with a hammer, did a bowling ball crash into me or something?”

he ignores your interesting choice of words and answers, “my friends and i were playing volleyball, i'm so sorry! we didn't see you there at all!”

you steer your sight to the gymnasium entrance and oh my god. the doors aren't especially massive, and one of them is even closed, so what are the chances you walk past the small space and precisely get slammed by a stray ball? it's gotta be lower than a five star drop in gacha.

“can you stand?” gorou holds up a hand for you to take but you really can't move away from your fetal position without an explosion of ache jolting through your body. he's three seconds away from offering to carry you when someone else beats him to it.

“did you get hurt?!” a blur of white hair passes through your eyes, and you blink up at an unfamiliar man. gorou's friend, you're guessing, most likely the one who injured you too — that powerful force from the volleyball could only come from someone like him. tall, athletic, muscular. he's ripped. shredded. probably tore your muscle fibers too.

you don't let the pain cloud your mind. he didn't mean to kill you, you remind yourself. you stretch your lips into a smile, but it may just look like a grimace.

however, with a gentleness you didn't expect from him, he carefully hoists you on his back. oh. he's strong. and really warm.

...sticky with sweat too, but you'll try not to mind it too much...

“i'll carry you to the infirmary!”

your brain clears up from the haze of agony. “...wait, you don't have to-” before you get another word in, he rushes to the clinic, and you bypass many, many people. you settle for hiding your face as best as you can.

after proper treatment, he gives you a serious apology. you learn his name is itto, and you instantly recognize him. you've heard of the name itto before, that one popular student on a sports scholarship for basketball, but he's known more for goofing off with other sports teams. he's broken a lot of windows when he played baseball... and probably also broke bones of other people when he roughhoused too much on the soccer field. it's just that he's insanely talented, enough for most people to overlook his troublesome tendencies.

anyhow, famous or infamous, you can't tell yet. but he's very much willing to make up for your injury.

a free meal would honestly suffice just fine, but even after that, he insists on following you around, offering his assistance whenever needed. and, well. you have no problems with having an extra hand to help when you need to carry heavy equipment.

then he learns about the whole secret admirer thing and he proposes he'll help you lure him out.

“and how do you intend to do that...?” you inquire just as you enter the lecture hall, itto trailing after you and setting your bag on the table. his face splits into a grin and you have a vague idea of what he plans on doing.

he wraps an arm around your shoulders and tugs you close to his chest.

several things happen at once. a huff leaves xiao's mouth involuntarily. the crack of pencil lead breaking into pieces sounds from beside him, scaramouche holding the pen in his hand with too much force. the laughter ringing seconds prior comes to a halt, childe's face no longer displaying a bright smile.

itto blinks, retracting his arm. he didn't expect this outcome. “you have really overprotective friends, [name].”

as one would expect, you never got the results you want because too much people react to his provocations. it's tricky to pinpoint which one of them exactly is your secret admirer when they all like you the same. (this whole situation is truly absurd. it's not that you fed all these guys love potions by accident, right?)

itto doesn't dare upsetting gorou with this though, but with anyone else, it's free game. he begins calling you the most ridiculous pet names he could come up with, in the wrong place and in the wrong time.

my precious cupcake. my sweetest honeybun. little ducky. snugglepuff. they send shivers down your spine. (albedo is noted to be most affected when itto does this. it's not hard to imagine his brain cells frying when itto shamelessly calls you by such awful names.)

but then it becomes a habit. he's not doing it ironically anymore. his mouth had become accustomed to addressing you in manners only lovers do. more often than not, your friends would be caught by surprise when he wholeheartedly calls out “babe” to earn your attention and you turn towards him as if it's like the most natural thing in the world.

the cherry on top is when you attend one of his games for the basketball team.

it's not like you wore his varsity jacket to rub into everyone's faces the fact that you're dating. nor did you wear a cheerleader outfit of some sorts to show your passionate support as his significant other. you'd only come with gorou and kokomi, waving the banner the three of you made into the air as you were seated in the stands along the sides of the court.

when they won the finals, people on your side all rejoiced, flocking over to the team to praise them and offer their congratulations. thinking it would be better to stand by instead of joining the sweaty crowd, you stood aside with kokomi while gorou insisted on diving headfirst to the sea of people.

then a tall head approaches from afar. white hair, bright eyes, and a similarly blinding smile. “[name]!”

you didn't expect him to come to you. well. spares you the effort then. you throw a towel around his neck. “you're drenched in sweat. please don't touch me.”

he frowns. “not even a congratulatory hug?”

“not when you're this gross.”

at least that wasn't a stern no. itto grins. “wasn't i great out there?” he cards his fingers into his hair, fishing for compliments. you thought he had enough of those from the crowd currently swarming him. “i did a ton of 3 pointers. you saw me, right?”

“would you be disappointed if i said i was on my phone the whole time?”

immediately, his face twists into an offended look. of course that was a lie. you laugh and lean on the tips of your toes to reach his hair, ruffling it into a mess. “kidding. you were amazing, babe.”

that moment, you hadn't seen his expression clearly, occupied with patting his head. perhaps you hadn't even realized what you called him.

but to everyone around you, they could see it, plain to the eye — the shock in his gaze, the small twitch of his lips, the rise of his brows. then his cheeks flush a lovely color as he stares at you under his lashes with a hesitance as one would look at the sun, longing to admire its radiance yet afraid to be scorched by its brilliant rays.

he takes the leap anyways, staring at you as long as he wanted.

a lovestruck fool, keen to your touch.

your secret admirer.

relatively speaking, it's an ordinary day so far.

or as ordinary as it can be with a life as silly as yours. the past few weeks didn't feel real. you wish they weren't. everything has become too complicated. everyone kept on acting suspiciously and skirting around you, avoiding eye contact only to observe you from behind.

your day starts out seeing thoma when you open your front door, both of you telling each other good morning. you pass by kazuha having breakfast at a fast food joint. then you run into itto first thing in the morning, where he gladly helps in carrying a 3d model of your project into class. kaeya swings by to bring you coffee since you didn't get a chance to visit diluc's cafe, not having the extra hand to carry among the pile you already have. you make your daily greetings, saying hi to your friends and annoying xiao, as you always do. you nod towards scaramouche, and you even had enough courage to say hi first to childe too. when walking to another lecture hall, you happen to meet albedo, gorou and zhongli in separate times.

then at lunch time, when you briefly leave your belongings alone for a moment, someone leaves a packet of candies stuffed into your bag.

a sticky note is stuck on the surface, “please meet me at the physics classroom at 6 p.m.” scrawled in black ink.

the penmanship is good. it twists in elegant curls at the edges, brush strokes light and even.

you're able to recognize it at first glance, just as kaeya has told you.

you've seen it enough times to burn it in your brain. you've rigorously studied notes with that same handwriting, after all.

at 5:56, you stand in front of the classroom doors. in different circumstances, you'd have second thoughts before blindly following somebody's orders but you know who it's from, and it is decidedly not a murderer out to get you.

you collect an intake of breath, and twist the doorknob.

the last traces of sunlight bathe the room in a heavenly glow, a haze of aureate like shimmering flecks of gold. the billowing curtains hide the figure standing by the windowsill, the gentle breeze caressing your cheeks as you squint in its direction.

the figure moves of their accord, the sound of a book snapping shut following their actions.

albedo walks out, a serene smile displaying on his sun-kissed face.

“...hey.”

your heartbeat pounds in your ears. though you expected his appearance, it does nothing to dull your surprise.

“it's you.”

albedo had always admired you in quiet adoration.

he can't provide a clear explanation why his gaze is naturally drawn to you, turquoise eyes sweeping by your countenance before he realizes it. but it started out simple, as everything does: a curiosity piqued, when he heard of a person tagging along the supposedly unapproachable girls in school.

gossip comes and goes every season, and albedo knew it will pass soon. it's only a matter of time before they cling to another topic to babble about. most likely something kaeya did again, because he chases after trouble like a dog with a bone.

rumors are nasty. they paint you in malicious light, a person seeking attention among the most eye-catching lot. you wished you were on the same league as them, they said. you were only after the benefits of acquainting with those girls, they said.

but you were special on your own.

the way you carried yourself with confidence, against the judgmental stares and muddled opinions. the way you hadn't cared about what other people said, because you knew best about the situation and you were different from what they made you out to be. the way you genuinely loved your friends, sincerely wishing them happiness and doing everything you can to put a smile on their faces.

you were dazzling.

your laughter rang like bells in his ears, your grin a delight to see. your voice was melodious as you prattled on about the latest film you watched, or as you hummed a song with headphones covering your ears. your colorful expressions were amusing, a reflection of the feelings in your heart.

as the professor drones out during lessons, albedo finds himself distracted by his daydreams. what if he stood beside you? what if he could partake in conversations, not only able to hear your voice but you'd also hear his? what if he was the one faced with your smile, the reason of your smile, the one who made you feel such joy?

what if you permitted him to go further? to brush hands with you, to intertwine your fingers in simple intimacy, to curl his arms around your waist in a loose embrace, to press a kiss on the corner of your lips-

his ears burned in humiliation. what on earth was he thinking?

but forget “seeking attention from others,” it didn't even seem like you were interested in dating.

you showed indifference towards the idea, avoiding mixers and drinking parties. you also turned down quite a few dates. not to mention albedo wasn't even friends with you. he wasn't even sure if you knew of his name.

then you showed up at the library, and for the first time, albedo was thankful for the privilege nobody bothered his table, so you could sit alone together.

you became friends after his (despairingly embarrassing) insistent attempts to acquaint himself with you.

and he files away the little details, storing the small things about you in the corner of his mind. what you like, what you dislike. what days were you free, what things you prefer over the other.

it's a happiness he relishes in, the comfort of your friendship. but his greedy little heart yearns for more, for what you cannot give.

he tries anyway.

he's running out of time. you're always surrounded by people, whether you realize it or not. but he considers himself a selfish person. he doesn't want you to be taken away.

he may lose you entirely if he does it wrong.

but you're already here, eyes gleaming, lips pressed in a nervous tight line. the red dusting your cheeks leaves some hope for him, so he musters up his courage and simplifies the storm of feelings that eats away his heart each day:

“i like you, [name].”

GENSHIN IMPACT: SMALL THINGS THEY DO WHEN YOU’RE DATING PART 1

includes: kaeya, diluc, zhongli, childe

trigger warnings: none

a/n: hello peeps!!! i’m back after not posting for super long and hopefully will be way more consistent now :D

KAEYA

kaeya will pinch you just to see you squirm

he uses his cryo vision to make his fingers extra cold

he finds it hot when you glare at him afterwards, swearing to all seven archons that you will kill him the next time he does it

kaeya will then try to hug you while you give him the silent treatment - but it doesn’t last long

you give in and accept the warmth of his embrace and the kisses he gives you as an apology for his stupid prank

beware, he will totally do it again

DILUC

diluc will go out of his way to make you a hot drink every morning

doesn’t matter whether it is coffee, tea, hot cocoa - you name it and he will have it ready in no time

he doesn’t care that he has maids at dawn winery; he will still always make it himself

it’s his way of expressing his appreciation for you

he also loves the way you hold the warm mug first thing after waking up - warming up your hands against the sides

ZHONGLI

zhongli is very old fashioned and will kiss the top of your hand every time he sees you

he adores the blush that graces your cheeks every time he does it

he just wants to treat you like the royalty he believes you are

tease him by pulling your hand away and he will give you the cutest pout, before lacing his fingers through yours

CHILDE

childe’s love language is gift giving - don’t even try to argue with me

while he loves to spoil you with expensive gifts, he also appreciates the simplicity of gifting you random objects that make him think of you

he sees a cool flower? he will pick it. funky rock lying in his path with cool little holes and swirling colours? you bet it’s yours.

you’re his sunshine, so nothing is ever too hard to get for you

if he ever catches you looking at an item while walking past a stand at the liyeu markets, he will secretly buy it for you - nothing slips by him

masterlist

a/n: i forgot how much I love writing these!!! who’s your favourite genshin character? i will do more parts with this prompt with other characters (all with adult characters)

GENSHIN IMPACT: SMALL THINGS THEY DO WHEN YOU’RE DATING PART 1

includes: kaeya, diluc, zhongli, childe

trigger warnings: none

a/n: hello peeps!!! i’m back after not posting for super long and hopefully will be way more consistent now :D

KAEYA

kaeya will pinch you just to see you squirm

he uses his cryo vision to make his fingers extra cold

he finds it hot when you glare at him afterwards, swearing to all seven archons that you will kill him the next time he does it

kaeya will then try to hug you while you give him the silent treatment - but it doesn’t last long

you give in and accept the warmth of his embrace and the kisses he gives you as an apology for his stupid prank

beware, he will totally do it again

DILUC

diluc will go out of his way to make you a hot drink every morning

doesn’t matter whether it is coffee, tea, hot cocoa - you name it and he will have it ready in no time

he doesn’t care that he has maids at dawn winery; he will still always make it himself

it’s his way of expressing his appreciation for you

he also loves the way you hold the warm mug first thing after waking up - warming up your hands against the sides

ZHONGLI

zhongli is very old fashioned and will kiss the top of your hand every time he sees you

he adores the blush that graces your cheeks every time he does it

he just wants to treat you like the royalty he believes you are

tease him by pulling your hand away and he will give you the cutest pout, before lacing his fingers through yours

CHILDE

childe’s love language is gift giving - don’t even try to argue with me

while he loves to spoil you with expensive gifts, he also appreciates the simplicity of gifting you random objects that make him think of you

he sees a cool flower? he will pick it. funky rock lying in his path with cool little holes and swirling colours? you bet it’s yours.

you’re his sunshine, so nothing is ever too hard to get for you

if he ever catches you looking at an item while walking past a stand at the liyeu markets, he will secretly buy it for you - nothing slips by him

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a/n: i forgot how much I love writing these!!! who’s your favourite genshin character? i will do more parts with this prompt with other characters (all with adult characters)

married life

𝖓𝖆𝖓𝖆𝖒𝖎 𝖐𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖔 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖉𝖗𝖆𝖇𝖇𝖑𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 676 words

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: nanami is tired. so tired. but to have you here, to have those two little balls of sunshine with him… makes things a little easier on him.

IT IS AS if you massage the weight of the world from his shoulders.

Your approach had been as quiet as the exhaustion he hides in himself. Your hands were the first to touch him; fingers pressed into the wrinkles in his shirt, the warmth of his life glowing in your hands. A sigh had stretched his lungs. Too much of his breaths are wasted on work, on money. He’s grateful to finally have something, someone he can breathe and live for.

A quiet question had met his ears. Tired?

And he thought he’d been hiding it well.

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twirls hair. imagine flirting w strict driving instructor diluc, who has had enough with your reckless driving. absolutely sick of you inviting him to peek down your low cut shirt and “accidentally” touching his thigh as you reach for the joystick. just a fake ditzy giggle n oops! it’s so firm i mistook it as the gear shift ~

the way you’re not taking road safety seriously at all and pouting as if you should’ve passed the test without a hitch makes diluc frustrated, even more so when you plead for him to “bend the rules a little” and “not be so uptight.”

it’s really funny to you of course because when he’s releasing his frustration on your throat by fucking it, making tears spring up from your doe eyes, you know he’ll give you the pass and his number. diluc’s a gentleman so surely he’ll regret pounding your throat sore, after all you were too cute slurping with your hair tucked behind your ear, blinking up as if you ask with your gaze, am i doing good?

diluc definitely has a thing for praise hungry brats. (not projecting !!! nope. ps. i passed the exam w 100%, watch me hit you on the roads <3)

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prince!kaeya hires you to be his maid a few days ago, but he’s really demanding. he treats you like he’s known you for years. one day he calls you to his room and to your surprise, he’s almost half naked. but you have no choice but to obey. what are you gonna do?

TW: suggestive smut

MINORS DON’T INTERACT

“Y/n.” A stern sounding voice calls you from behind in the the halls of the throne room, “Your highness” you all bow before his highness, Prince Kaeya Alberich. “Y/n huh?” He repeats your name as he walks closer to you, after eyeing all the other maids, you were the only one who had eyes of an angel. “Pretty little thing~” he says as he smiles at you and walks towards his throne. “Your hired, as well as those two beside her.” “Yes your highness.”

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Hi! Can i ask you to make smth w the DICKZ and thoma? If gn reader gets cat called what would they do? I wanna participate in this event ehehehe

“𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌.”

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Normally appearing indifferent to the antics of others, Diluc is absolutely terrifying when his hard-set gaze is intentional. He stands tall, towering over all with narrowed eyes and thinly pressed lips. He wants to believe he heard incorrectly, that his ears failed him and he’s misheard what they said, but the clear discomfort in your face makes it apparent that he was right after all. He doesn’t hide his disgust. There is no need for you to turn to him with fear in your eyes because if looks could kill, Diluc would claim vengeance and be found guilty.

As spirited as Itto appears, he certainly isn’t dumb. He knows exactly what that whistle was intended for, what those words implicated. His face first contorts in blatant shock, then unmistakable anger. He’ll shout and make a scene, an arm around your shoulders to pull you into his side so he shields you with his body. If you so much prod his shoulder as a signal, however, he’ll be more than happy to whisk you away from the scene. Expect him to attempt to console you with his shenanigans afterwards.

Childe reacts with hesitance or uncertainty. All had been swell: you’d been hiding your smile behind your hand as he made grand motions with his arms, a hearty laugh falling from his lips. His grin falls immediately when he comes to a halt and turns on his heel so quickly, it’s a miracle that he doesn’t get whiplash. His tongue is sharp and his mouth spews bitter, angry words. It is the tug on his sleeve, a grasp on his elbow, that reels him back in from taking them by the shirt. A fight wouldn’t do, not when you’d be there to witness his stealthy corruption, but he never forgets the faces of those who dare treat you like such. After all, what kind of useless scum would he be to let this lesson go untaught?

Only a fool would dare to utter such crude things about the calvary captain’s beloved. Kaeya has his flirtatious moments, sweet and borderline suggestive but should never be underestimated to be indifferent to you. People dote on him all the time, yes, and he entertains them to get a kick out of their infatuation, but even he complies when it comes to personal boundaries. His remarks drip with sarcasm. He practically barks them out through a tense jaw and grinding teeth, an arm looped around your waist protectively. Violence may not be the answer, but when this happens all he sees is red.

Zhongli is no stranger to the ways of mortals. He has lived to see generation after generation, and while the world around him changed, human nature hardly did and that included the manners of which they approached different social environments. Nonetheless, he cannot fathom how one might muster the audacity to call after you so inappropriately. He himself has never been subjected to such harassment but being witness to it, especially involving you, arouses a wrath unmatched by any he’s known in his time. His presence alone emanates a poise unmatched by any other, even in this form, so don’t be surprised if he manages to intimidate the perpetrator away. If they linger, however, he will not hesitate to insert his dominance in the situation on your behalf. You are, after all, deserving of utmost respect.

Similarly to Itto, Thoma is renowned for his charm. He is the friendly face any one may seek out in the marketplace in Ritou or around the shops in Inazuma City, loved and respected by many. He is always so gentle with even the newest of acquaintances, establishing relationships with anyone who may need him, but don’t expect that to be the case here. He is more concerned about your well-being than that of his connections. He has no respect for those who demean others, and he’ll make this very clear. His voice carries throughout cobblestoned streets, maybe loud enough to draw a crowd, but he could care less. Out of the six he is most likely to not resort to violence, but he definitely would be verbal in such a situation. Afterwards, of course, he cares after you tenderly. Whatever you need, whether it be space or his comfort, he’ll comply without a second thought.

Ⓒ diluvey 2021. do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works.

(Y/n) Can’t Communicate! [Genshin Impact x mute!reader]

Synopsis: The quirks of a mute s/o can be both difficult and frustrating but nevertheless, cute!

(Komi-san can't communicate AU in Genshin world. How the boys deal with your social anxiety and inability to speak)

Genre: fluff

Characters: Mondstadt edition. Kaeya, Diluc, Venti, Albedo

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Diluc

Many know that the Mondstadt Tycoon is not fond of idle chit-chat, Diluc is a man of few words and his partner...someone with even fewer words.

At first, he found it unsettling the fact that every time the two were left alone he was met with pure silence. Then out of midair, you'll pull out a notebook asking how his day went. Though he does not mind the reading part, just the moments when it happened outside and everything was too dark to read. Luckily the Pyro Archon blessed him with the appropriate element for these situations. He's mindful not to burn them because one time he did.

You will never have to worry about forgetting your notebook because Diluc will be the one who will constantly remind you to the point it's almost annoying. But because he knows just how much of a frightful disposition you'll be in when your only ability to speak was taken away and he wouldn't want that. In fact, it also gives him anxiety. It pressures him to suddenly become a mind reader and learn how to handle your whirlwind of emotions which he is very very bad at. Ends up revealing a more awkward side of himself that he cringes every moment he thinks about it.

(You can tell he isn't a very good conversationalist either)

Just two shy people hanging out <3

Though this increases his protectiveness by a hundredfold. If you made a new friend, he would be the processor, the one to determine whether they'd be a right fit for you or simply those fiends that take advantage of others (Kaeya has a special class in this case, of course, he is considered omitted. Venti is high on his radar given how much he talks and how easily he can persuade you to do things). Jean once told him that you will never make any friends if he kept this up and when you agreed, he couldn't help sulking (don't blame him. He's trying his best to show 🥺affection🥺). Ensures that either his attendant, maid or Elzer would be the one accompanying you if you were to go to the city without him.

Yet Diluc is supportive in whatever you'll wish to pursue. He doesn't want to be the one holding you back in reaching your potential, instead of staying fearful for the rest of your life, he encourages you in subtle ways. His infinite patience to wait for those words to fall out of your mouth, even if it takes agonizingly long and giving praise despite it was only a few words. He tells you to take it one step at a time, you'll get there eventually and rely on him whenever you want.

For now the both of you just settle with writing letters. Although he has the choice to speak, Diluc grew fond of the traditional way of messaging and seeing the style of the way you write.

Kaeya

Unlike his brother, Kaeya has a way with words. He finds it amusing how you reply using a pen and pencil as well as the slight reactions on your face, you were like a puzzle that he enjoyed figuring out (eventually leading him to dive deeper in a relationship he was too late to get out from lmao classic Kaeya).

The pros of dating him was that 90% you didn't have to mutter anything and he already knows what you're thinking. You would just stare and he could tell that you were hungry. The same expression, it translates to "what did you do today Kaeya?". Not even the slightest change Kaeya can tell apart 'fearful' and 'cheerful'. A blink and a nod is enough for him to digest your...words. People question how was he so skilled with your silent language. That was because his brother was Diluc.

The downside is that it backfires. He can't stop himself from taking the opportunity to squeeze out a flustered expression from you every once in a while. No. That was an understatement. Too much to count. He's evil. Even though Kaeya knows exactly what you're trying to imply, he purposely mistakens it as something else more favourable to him. "Oh? Your eyes have been staring at me this whole time. Is this your invitation to kiss me?" And you'll frantically wave your arms to clearly reject that idea considering you two were in public but he'll simply interpret as a reaction of excitement >:) Then as you quickly search for your notebook you find it held needly between his two fingers, a smirk plastered wide on his face. He was having way too much fun (Diluc questions why you chose someone like him in the first place).

Jokes aside he finds you precious. You would be the type to wear your heart on your sleeve and it digs into his soft spot for he lacked tha aspect you possessed. Kaeya can read the mood pretty damn well, in gatherings he knows how to lead the conversation where you'll be comfortable in joining. Gives you headpats when you manage to say something, complimenting how cute your voice sounded. Will absolutely not let ANYONE get in the way of teasing you (only reserved for him heh) and if they do, they would definitely be met with the haunting gaze of the Cavalry Captain, sending a wave of coldair up their backs. Though the moment you turn around he was his usual happy self again.

Takes you to quieter places when the two of you have the time to go on the date and remembers all your favourite things to talk about, making it easier for you to engage. Kaeya won't force you to do anything you wouldn't like but he will always leave you an open door in which allows you to enter the time that you are ready.

"Sweetheart, why don't you try saying my name. Won't you? For me?"

"K-K-K-Ka-Ka....Kae............." "............................................."

Still a long way to go it seems.

Albedo

A disorder where you are unable to speak? Yes, very very intruiging. This was probably the main reason what brought you guys together in the first place.

Well its true that Albedo only has good intentions, sometimes his curiosity can get the bettern of him combined with his lack of perceptivity when it comes to social norms. He didn't know that staring at you for long hours (he claims it to be behaviour observation) would cause you to be so petrified. Sucrose told him it was called anxiety. Albedo couldn't quite understand. To make matters worse, he goes up to you and straightforwardly asks "You have an unsual way of reacting to your environment. May I study you?" and the only reply he would get is you running away from him.

It was a good learning experience. Albedo had to navigate through the complexity of the human emotion.

In a sense, BOTH of you were very bad communication. Your end being the one who can't say anything at all and Albedo saying all the wrong things so blatantly. He read in a book that telling jokes can get someone to laugh hence he tried it, several in fact, go through a large list to see which joke would be the best (Venti in the background be writhing in pain). Lisa sees him often in the library as he browsed through the social section, borrowing more books that related to 'Communication for beginners'. She even had some recommendations (mostly for him though).

However it does not remove the fact that Albedo is extremely keen. He has the eye to notice the tiniest of behvioural changes and commits them to memory. Like the way your breath hitches in different patterns depending on the occasion, reflecting your mental state. Or the way your eyes suddenly light up, indicating that you saw something pleasant. What angers you. What scares you. What makes you happy. Albedo made it a habit to write all those things down, hoping one day that he could draw a conclusion and help you get rid of your anxiety once and for all.

When he sees you stuck in a conversation where the other person obviously couldn't tell their boundaries, Albedo wouldn't hesitate to be direct. So direct that it would hurt the other person's feelings and make them feel ashamed of what they had done. He didn't intend it to be this way. That was just his nature. You admired how brave he voiced his thoughts and suddenly felt a rush of pride from the way you looked at him.

Has actually experimented on being mute for just a day, wondering what it felt like to be you. He thinks it can give him some insight on how to handle your emotions. Needless to say, being the genius he was, Albedo flawlessly handled conversations without having to do anything.

Venti

Loudmouth. Can't shut up. Osana Najimi 2.0

Venti is your polar opposite, always spitting out rhymes and ballads as if having empty space of nothing was against the rules. You sometimes found it hard to keep up with all the information you had to digest by the speed of his words. Often te case would be that he would already be on the next subject way before you could finish writing your sentence. (Conversations with Venti would only leave your wrist to have chronic pain so its better to listen instead).

With all said and done, Venti made it his mission to get you laughing. Just a little. It would really brighten his day! (Take notes Albedo). His first experiment would be playing a prank on an unfortunate soul but it would end up getting him a warning from the knights and a harsh lecture from Diluc (threatening that if he ever did that again he would be banned from the tavern for life except that one of them had enough time to outlast the other ehe). The second experiment was pathetic. It was Kaeya's idea. To get him so drunk and see him sing ballads in that state will get you to laugh. You were only worried about his health and brought him safely to your home so that didn't work. The third attempt he finds out that you're ticklish and it escalates from there.

"You have a pretty voice (Y/n), you should use it more!"

In truth, the bard knows how much value one's voice can bring as he himself uses his own to sing. Venti writes songs out of the words you wrote in your notebook and although they made no sense, it was rather sweet how he managed to put them together in a way that expressed your thoughts. Music is an expression of one's own feelings too, hence he taught you how to use the lyre. Occassionaly Venti would also grab a parchement and ink to follow your methods too, only for fun, smiling all the way. And to make things more interesting, he'll turn it into a drawing session where the two of you communicate only through pictures.

When you feel afraid of the world, as if the weight is dawning upon you, Venti knows exactly how to lighten up the mood. Its just part of who he is. Because of that you were eager to return the favor, to find your voice so that one day you can make him laugh too.

WAKING UP TO THEIR EMBRACE !

synopis: waking up to their embrace after staying at their place last night.

characters: childe, diluc, itto, kaeya, kazuha, xiao, zhongli

content warnings: suggestive + gn!reader

childe: when you wake up with sleepy eyes after coming home, to childe’s apartment you feel a loose arm around your waist. already noticing that the dull eyes have been staring at you before you had awaken. you cannot help but get flustered, as he presses a kiss to your head.

diluc: your back would be to his chest while he holds you by your waist, sleeping and nuzzled deep into your hair. he loved your aroma and scent and adored it so much. waking up to him is nice and cozy because he hardly snores and he usually wakes up after you do to say good morning.

itto: waking up to him is basically like being held by a huge teddy bear. he does snore a bit in the morning but perhaps it’s a sound you can get accustomed too. though if you wake up before him, he’ll just encourage you to go back to sleep.

kaeya: waking up to him feels like a short blessing, because he is so warm and hearing him praise and flirt with you at dawn is like the cherry on top. though a majority of the time his flirty comments makes you nervous so you end up burying your head into his shoulder.

kazuha: he always holds you upon his chest carefully, stroking the strands of your hair and saying good morning once your eyes meet the sun peaking through the windows. he’ll ask simple questions and always asking if you wanted to catch breakfast with him.

xiao: he generally likes to watch you fall asleep but the temptation and the urge to hold you, is way too strong which is why you awake in the morning to him pressing your head upon his chest while he tells you to go back to bed and kisses your forehead.

zhongli: oh archons, he is so gentle. he holds you very carefully and softly, making sure that you are safe in his warmth and embrace. he either has your head placed on his chest or shoulder to guarantee you comfort.

* the *short little things tag is for my multi character, short, applies to all type scenario < tagged below >

various !

☕️hq! and mha! as kissing tropes i love (various)

mha !

☕️sero hc's bc i'm in love with him (s.h) prt.2 bc i can't get enough of him

☕️my faves and their favorite song off evermore (s.h, i.m, k.b, o.u)

☕️11:10pm (s.h)

☕️how they crush (s.h, i.m, k.b)

☕️ sero crushing on his bsf hc's (s.h) + crushing on bsf ft. Mistletoe (s.h)

☕️ 11:46pm (s.h)

☕️ rating how good of a bf they'd be (s.h, i.m, k.b)

☕️ sero drabbles 1, drabble 2, drabble 3,

☕️ izuku taking care of you while sick (i.m)

haikyuu !

☕️matsukawa boyfriend things ! (i.m)

☕️ oikawa head canons (o.t)

3:04am

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parings : izuku midoriya x gn reader

summary: you suddenly wake up in the middle of the night finding your boyfriend not in bed with you.

notes: unedited, I do not own bnha or it’s characters!

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You scowled, feeling nothing but crinkled sheets and coldness as you reached for your lover's warmth. You squinted at the alarm beside you, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. 3:04am. Standing up with a grimace on your face, you searched the room for him, who was hiding his head in his arms. This image made your eyes soften.

You stood up and came over to your partner with a pleasant smile on your face. You run your hands through his unkempt green hair."Izu, come sleep on the bed," you sighed. "Your neck will hurt when you wake up for school." You get a hum as a response." But I still have to finish my revision," he replied, tiredly. You responded by nodding your head from left to right.

You smiled at him, "Izuku, we have another week till the exam, you need to get some rest."He tried to say something, but you didn't let him. He knew he needed to sleep, but he chose to study instead, knowing that he'd have to get up in a few hours. He tiredly got up after you, walking back to the comfy bed.

You slid into bed first, expecting your green-haired boyfriend to fall into your arms. Wrapping your left arm over his neck while stroking back soft curls, you placed his head inside your neck. He gave out a satisfied hum as you brushed his curls back and placed a soft kiss on his forehead.

His muffled voice broke the pleasant silence. "thank you for watching out for me."You chuckled as you kissed his forehead once again. "There's no need to thank me, Izu; please know that I love you," you replied, your fingers sliding through his hair. getting a little 'I love you too' as an answer. You hummed contentedly. you slowly fall asleep with a smile on your face as the rain taps on the window and the serene ambience surrounds you.

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thank you for reading! I made this a 6am but reblogs are appreciated!

(artwork by @ 2946_KO on Twitter!)

irresistible

✧ genre: xiao, albedo, childe, zhongli, and diluc x gn! reader fluff

✧ warnings: none

✧ summary: what the genshin men simply cannot resist about you

✧ note: this is basically genshin men being simps for you (as inspired by one direction's song), as they should be <33 this is a little break from some of the angst that has been appearing in my posts for a while now so yes take some of this simple fluff and i hope you guys enjoy ^^

XIAO

the adeptus finds that your touches spark a longing in him that has him wanting more every time.

he always indulges in your sweet touches, whether they are biref or lingering on his skin.

during the times he's still a bit hesitant to intiate physical affection, he relishes in the way you'd slowly take his hand in yours.

he absolutely loves it when you lean your head onto his shoulder whenever you two are sat beside each other.

his face flushes a deep shade of red everytime and you can tell he's flustered by the way he clears his throat but even then, he'd never shrug you off or ask you to lean away.

he may be rendered a little speechless but he secretly loves any sort of affection you give him.

when he gets more open in your relationship, he'll start to initiate smaller acts of affection.

he'll get close enough to brush his hand over yours, glancing at you birefly as if to silently ask whether you were fine with him taking you hand.

or when you both are spending a night at the balcony of wangshuu inn, he'll stand close enough for your shoulders to touch.

his touches aren't that big and showy, but xiao doesn't ask for much. even the smallest contact with you sends his heart soaring and pounding loudly in his chest anyways.

ALBEDO

your local alchemist cannot get enough of your eyes.

the way they glimmer and shine with joy, or the way they look at new things with such wonder and curiosity, he just loves them.

as a scientist, he likes to observe things and take little mental notes in his head. that's why he always stares at your eyes whenever you're doing anything.

whenever you're talking to him about anything your passionate about, unlike most people who stare at lips, albedo would intently look you in the eyes.

he enjoys watching how your eyes sparkle with so much passion and love, is so absorbed in the way they widen slightly when you realize he's staring at them.

he'd do nothing but smile at you softly and tell you, "do you know your eyes glitter like the stars when you talk like this, love?"

even when you're focused on something, sometimes he'll tear hus attention away from his work to look at how concentrated your eyes are on your work.

whenever you two are in the opposite corner of a room for some reason, your eyes will always catch albedo's

his heart breaks when you cry though because your eyes only shimmer with tears and pain.

would definitely wipe your tears away and ask you to close your eyes, planting sweet kisses on your eyelids in hopes that it would make you feel better.

CHILDE

this man finds your lips completely irresistible and he will never get enough of them.

unlike albedo, he's the type of person who would stare at your lips when you talk enthusiastically about something.

he'd interupt your speech with a quick peck to the lips. it stuns you for a bit when he says, "sorry, baby. you looked adorable talking like that i couldn't resist."

childe would definitely ask you for some type of kiss every single day you live.

his day instantly brightens whenever you greet him with a peck to the cheeks, hair, forehead, etc.

kiss him anywhere and his lips will begin to turn up to form a thankful smile.

he'd always reciprocate with a kiss of his own to your lips, basking in the warmth and love they provide him.

he seems a bit clingy because of this, but you can't blame him when your lips are just that soft and addicting.

on days when he's tired and worn out, your kisses act like a little energy recharge for him. kiss him once and he feels like he could defeat the entirety of teyvat.

he always feels reassured and comforted when you give him a kiss. that's something he rarely feels as a harbinger, so whenever you kiss him he makes sure to treasure it and of course, reciprocate it.

ZHONGLI

zhongli cannot get enough of your words, the way you talk.

we all know he's around 6,000 years old so he knows millions of stories and has an endless amount of knowledge and wisdom.

still, he listens intently to any stories you have for him.

it doesn't even need to be stories, you can tell him about anything and he'd still look at you with such fondness and affection.

he absolutely loves it when you ramble on and on to him. he thinks it's adorable how much you know about a certain topic.

zhongli also lives for your little praises, thanks, and "i love you"s.

whenever you compliment him about anything, pride and love makes his heart swell, a small smile adorning his features.

mutters a little, "thank you, my dearest," before placing a small kiss to the top of your head.

bottom line, he will never get tired of hearing talk about absolutely everything and anything. even on days when you don't have much to say, he loves to hear your voice.

this man trusts you immensely and he holds your words to the highest regard so anything that comes from your mouth is precious to him.

DILUC

your smile is something that will always make diluc's day a lot better.

he just finds your smile so contagious and comforting. he is unable to stop a smile of his own from making its way onto his features whenever he sees it.

he would give anything to see any type of smile grace your beautiful features.

he takes mental notes on what you love just so he could brighten both your day as well as his.

in the mornings, when your both in the comfort of your own home, he'd always peck your cheek.

as a bonus, he'd wrap his arms around your smaller figure too.

he basks in the warmth you give when you lean into his chest, adoring the way a smile automatically comes to form on your lips.

often times he would get you some of your favorite snacks or flowers before heading home as well.

his heart completely melts when your eyes widen with surprise. he definitely pecks your forehead when you smile and tell him, "oh, diluc... you didn't need to, but thank you so much. i love them."

your smile heals him and dispels all the fear, sadness, and frustration he holds. he would do everything in his power to make sure you never lose such a beautiful thing.

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CUDDLING TO SLEEP !

synopsis: cuddling with them to sleep.

characters: albedo, childe, diluc, itto, kaeya

content warnings: fluff + gn!reader

albedo: when he comes home a bit early from his often experimenting with works, you get one of the joyful times of burying your head into his chest for warmth. his aroma is amazing as well.

childe: always before you guys go to bed you force childe to shower immediately because of his often sweating from the fighting / sparring with the traveler. of course when you guys go to bed all he does is cling onto you.

diluc: when he cuddles with you before resting his eyes he always lays his head onto your shoulder burying himself, and he feels like a shoulder heater at times. and the arms around your waist was like a cherry on top.

itto: he is like a teddy bear, something you could hardly sleep without. you basically could use him as an extra bed while he used the real one, and his embraces / hugs were extremely warm and comforting.

kaeya: gosh, cuddling with him is fun. you could bury your head into his chest, or neck or vice versa. he loved being held by you as much as you enjoyed being held by him.

✫ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ✫ — [part 1]

𝐟𝐭.;; albedo, childe, diluc, xiao, and scaramouche

[part two is here]

𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐎;; “Hm…? You wish to know more about [Name]? Well, I suppose I might be of assistance. [Name] is an intriguing individual, I’ll give them that. Just when I think I’ve finally got them pinned down, they manage to evade me yet again. But surprisingly, I think I actually find that to be…enjoyable? How odd…Ah, my apologies. Where were we again?”

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄;; “Oh-? You’re asking me about [Name]? Why? Are you interested in them, Traveller? Haha, there’s no shame if you are, no need to be shy comrade! Oh…you aren’t? That’s a relief…hm? I didn’t say anything. It must be your imagination!”

𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐂;; “[Name]…? They’re okay, i suppose. As far as customers go, they don’t really frequent the tavern, but when they do, they always manage to pay without issue. In my books, that would make them a relatively decent person. And…I find that I quite enjoy the time spent between us, regardless of how short it is…huh? My face looks…red? You’re probably imagining it, traveller.”

𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎;; “You want to know about [Name]? Tch, stupid mortal. You shouldn’t call out my name for tedious things like this…ugh…I suppose I could indulge you. [Name] is…strange, to put it bluntly. I tell them time and time again to not make me Almond Tofu, and yet, it seems like their hearing has failed them. I also think they’re adding too much sugar to it, because whenever I eat it, there’s this weird, tingly feeling in my chest, and my face gets embarrassingly warm. They should really cut down on the sugar..”

𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄;; “Hah? [Name]? Tsk, you’ve got a lot of nerve, don’t you Traveller? I can see that look in your eye, and quite frankly, it’s pissing me off. Let’s get one thing straight. [Name] is mine, so back off, got it? They’d never look twice at someone like you, so get that delusion out of your head. I’m the only one who [Name] likes, not you.”

Final Fantasy XV Masterlist

Masterlist

•updated 3 Jul 2021•

Chocobros

◈ ♣︎Get chummy with me [Poly]

[F Reader] (Y/N) is the school friend of Noctis and Prompto. The trio is incredibly close and outsiders might not believe them when they say they’re just friends if they saw how they acted behind closed doors. One person who doesn’t like this is (Y/N)’s father. Luckily Noctis door always stands open when she can’t stand her father’s bickering. A quiet place to just bundle up and cuddle. A safe haven.

◈ ♣︎Gladnis “courting” HC [Poly]

◈ ♣︎Love at first sight HC

◈ ♣︎Reacting to cuddles Scenario

How the chocobros would react to their crush leaning on them/nuzzling them because they are tired and the boys are warm.

Cindy Aurum

◈ ♣︎Love on wheels

[F, Biker Reader] Watch out Prompto, Reader is coming to get yo girl

Ignis Scientia

◈ ♣︎Hot wheels in a summer breeze

[F Reader] Ignis encounters a lively biker as she almost runs him over in her hurry.

◈ ♣︎♠︎Though skin, Rough bruises

[GN Reader] Reader gets injured after car crash and Ignis takes care of them and defends them from cheating ex.

Prompto Argentum

◈ ♣︎Singing to Prompto

[GN Reader] His s/o sings him to sleep after a long day.

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Noctis | Gladiolus | Luna | Ardyn

♦︎General ♣︎Fluff ♠︎Angst ♥︎NSFW ✉︎Event ✮Current Favorite

bakugou who has a crush on you and cares about you in a subtle yet aggressive way... *deep inhale*

bakugou who quietly - and casually - invites himself into your room, carrying your favourite flavour of cup noodles in one hand, and spicy ramen for himself in another. both hot and steaming with freshly boiled water for the hearty broth

you're so busy with your work that you don't even notice his arrival; so busy that you can't help but jump when he breaks the silence with a gruff, yet gentle, "oi dumbass, have you eaten anything today?"

and when you try to remember - what was the last thing you ate? - he shakes his head and sets the food before you can even come up with an answer

"thought so. here. eat up. i wanna make sure you get something in your damn stomach. i'm not leaving until you do"

you open your mouth to object, but bakugou has always been quicker

"how is that you remember to tell everyone to take care of themselves, but you forget to do just that, huh?" he sits down on your bed and pats the spot beside him, getting comfy like he owns the place. like he owns your room

you glare at him for interrupting, and all bakugou does is glare at you right back. but you know from personal experience, that bakugou is quite possibly the most stubborn, hardheaded blond that you've ever met, and that arguing with him would be pointless

your stomach gurgles the very next moment - almost with comedic timing - and this doesn't go unnoticed by him. those ruby red eyes of katsuki's harden, so you swallow your pride and abandon your work for now. he somehow knew you desperately needed a break anyways

you both sit in relative silence, but the silence is comforting and calm. the kind where you can enjoy each others presence without having the need to say anything

until you accidentally grab the wrong cup and the sudden harshness of excessive spice hits your tongue, annihilating your poor tastebuds

and what does katsuki do when you make a face? god, he laughs. but it isn't anywhere near condescending. it's boisterous and loud and full of emotion. you playfully swat at his bicep and he snickers, finally reaching for the glass of water you keep on your bedside table

he gives you the right noodles, only after he's done teasing you, and it's only then is he satisfied when he knows you have something settling in the pit of your belly

you don't notice it; the way he looks at you when you're not looking - yet - but his body warms up in a way he's never felt before when he's beside you. making sure you're alright. taking care of you

he's content with making his home here, even if he has to keep his true feelings to himself for fear of you pushing him away

because no matter how painfully his heart longs for you - beats for you - bleeds for you - katsuki's okay with this; subtly yet aggressively pining after you from afar

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