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The moment Childe started to feel something for you, you would be sparring with him.

Childe had found it. An opening on your side. It was his time to strike.

With one foot he lunged himself forward to point his weapon at you— he drew closer and closer. When suddenly, he flinched.

He maneuvered his body to evade yours, stopping just beside you.

You took this as an opportunity to point your own sword at his neck, smirking in victory. "What was that, Childe, got distracted?" You playfully teased the wide-eyed ginger staring down at you.

"I'll let you win this time, Comrade." Childe mimics your smirk. He's not giving you the satisfaction of being praised for defeating him.

"I'm honored." You said sarcastically as you sheathed your sword. Childe saw you roll your eyes dramatically, and he couldn't help but chuckle.

The moment Childe started to love you, he hesitated to deal the final blow during your daily sparring session.

When his weapon suddenly slips from his hand, he catches it by the blade, injuring him. A mistake he has only ever made when he was a kid. He would laugh it off, and you'd be looking like him like he was a maniac for laughing with a bleeding hand.

He felt himself grow weaker with every day he spent with you. What was causing it? Childe just couldn't wrap his head around it.

Childe had decided one day, to find someone else to spar with. It's when he pushes his opponent to the ground that he realizes that the problem was never with his strength, it was with you.

For Childe, sparring with you just felt different. It felt strange. It was more exhilarating than when he sparred with others. But what about you made it so different? Was it the way that you hummed when you come out victorious in a sparring session with Childe? Or the way your hair falls gently to your face when you point your sword at him from above? Was it how your eyes sparkled in excitement when you see an opening for you to strike him?

'Oh damn.' Then it all clicked inside Childe's mind. No, nothing was wrong with you at all. Something had changed, and it wasn't you or him becoming weaker. It was his heart that had started beating for something other than the heat of battle.

It had started beating for you.

The moment Childe realized he loved you, he laughed like a madman— with ears tinged pink.

it's this madman's birthday! happy birthday childe!! even if u never crit and I've benched u I still love you bye!

oh and btw! requests are open~ you can leave it anonymous in the asks <33 thanks babies ~

bonus art without the watermark found here! -> @ceirondraws

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imagine painter y/n always going to the palace of alcazarzaray to paint it because they think that it's the most beautiful place they've ever seen, and then kaveh spots them. and he's drawn the palace hundreds of times before; he made it after all. But seeing y/n's creations, it was like he was seeing the palace in a new light. it was mesmerizing, and when you suddenly turn your head to see the unfamiliar blonde man staring at you, kaveh flinches when he notices that he's been looking for too long.

 

when you say your praises about the castle, and how you come here to paint it every time you need inspiration, kaveh can't help but feel his heart thunder in his chest. he's heard many compliments on his creations, but hearing them from you feels different—it feels genuine. especially when you're muttering all sorts of things about the palace, not knowing that the one who created it is standing right before you. In times like this, kaveh would love to interject and announce who he was. But this time, he really just wanted to listen to your rambling for hours on end.

 

but then someone just had to call his name.

 

"master kaveh!"

 

he whips his head around to see an akademiya scholar calling his name, but instead of greeting them, he turns back around to look at you. your face changed from confusion to shock and then bewilderment.

 

"Y-you're Kaveh?!"

 

Kaveh couldn't help but chuckle at your stuttering, but too bad, he wanted to mess with you more.

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something cute i thought of at 1am. would totally want to continue this after i finish studying kaveh's lore and personality.

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Coming Home

short drabble to celebrate baizhu finally getting released from hoyo's dungeon.

After a long day, nothing else would be better than to go home.

Home. The word left a strange feeling in my heart. Since when did this world start to feel like home?

There was still so much of this world to explore, so many treasures yet to be found, yet the one thing I always look forward to at the end of every adventure are these familiar wooden doors and bricked walls.

Excited at what had awaited me, I inserted the house key and opened the door.

The familiar foyer greeted me. The flower vase sitting atop the wooden table had once again been replaced with fresh flowers. A different kind from when I had left. They were Sumeru Roses, this time, instead of Dendrobiums.

A small chuckle escaped my lips as I leaned over to smell the roses. Their aroma was still fresh, as if it had been freshly plucked.

It always been Baizhu's practice to replace the flowers in the vase from the region of my most recent adventures. He'd always find a merchant to buy the flowers from, no matter how difficult they'd be to find.

"Darling, is that you?"

Of course, the house wouldn't have been a home without the owner of that voice in it.

I swiftly dropped my bags and ran to Baizhu. Passing through the living area to the hallway, there he had been in the kitchen. Various herbs and vegetables had been neatly placed where he had hovered over the counter.

He placed the knife he had been holding gently onto the chopping board, "Darling," He smiled softly, "You're home early." He says, as if I had not been away for several days. Perhaps he said it because my journey this time had been shorter than the others.

My smile had reached my eyes by now,

"I'm home."

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Meddling with Plot... Oopsies?

In which you get isekai’d into your gacha hell, only to get sent to the past. A past where a doll dons a more innocent spirit. (click for better graphics!)

Maybe you shouldn't have interfered with anything. Shouldn't have stopped to check on him as he lay weeping, abandoned by his creator. Shouldn't have embraced him until tears had stopped trickling down porcelain skin. And definitely shouldn't have allowed him to hold his gaze, let him ask you who you were, what your name was.

Who knows what will happen to his future now that you’ve become a part of it?

You suppose it shouldn't be too hard to set things back to the way they were... And besides, how were you supposed to stop him from following you without taking the label of the second betrayal in his story?

Now, where exactly was Tartarasuna again...

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loving him : ayato

loving him (a series)

tags: fluff, sfw, gn reader

warnings: probably ooc

loving ayato means he'd always take time off of his busy schedule to spend time with you,

he'd be glad to use you as a reason to slack off and take it slow.

being the head of the kamisato clan, your relationship with him would be no secret from the public.

though you might try to hide it from everyone, ayato wouldn't do the same.

a kiss on your hand the moment he sees you would be a dead giveaway to everyone watching.

but if you insisted on keeping your relationship low-key, he'd order his subordinates to pretend not to know.

drinking boba and walking around the city with you would be ayato's favorite past-time.

of course, second to that would be teasing you.

sometimes ayato would turn serious at random moments and share what you would think to be "words of wisdom", only to have him chuckling when he sees you listening to him so intently.

for ayato, loyalty is the most essential thing in a partner. as long as you stay true to him, then he will too.