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[cheelduh]

bruh your notification just jumpscared me so bad lol,

wb if youre back!

Bro has notifs on for ME?1?1? 😭😭😭

TY!!!

[cheelduh]

HOLY SHIT YOU ACTUALLY LIVE -🔮✨

I DO

CRYSTAL BALL I MISSED U

[cheelduh]

Is school kicking your ass? [f]

It’s doing more than just kicking my ass ✊😔

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Like a sea of decay

Pairing: Childe x gn!reader

Warnings: Angstish

Word count: 900+

Synopsis: Watching the ocean with ur fav Childe

"I like the shoreline at dusk," You say, mesmerized. "Reminds me of home."

Childe hums next to you, interlocking his hands with yours. Tight. Comforting. Afraid to let you go, as he always is.

He's serene in the morning, your lover, lacking in his usual zest and mirthful attitude. Reminds you of tranquility of the harbour. Faint and leisured, but it's not because of exhaustion. It's times like these where you finally catch up to him, where he allows you to match his pace, meeting you halfway.

A raging heart evened with the arguing of the oceans tides. Scent of morning sea breeze, dewy and sweet, paired with the crystalline mist of seawater. Enough to drown you in him completely.

"Y'know what they say when the ocean is quiet?" The harbinger breaks softly, tugging you near.

You make a show out of thinking about it, squinting your eyes out front. "That it's a good day to go fishing?"

Childe chuckles, and it's genuine. Forgoes the taunting underlie he sticks with most of the time. It has a pleasant kind of ring to it, you decide, lovely.

"I suppose you aren't wrong, love."His thumb presses your knuckles, counting one by one. "A quiet ocean weeps for all the anguish in the world."

"Then who weeps for the ocean?"

Childe rejoices with the silence, lips in a thin line, thinking. He's always thinking. When he's watching, when he's fighting, even in his insomnia ridden nights, staring at the ceiling with a vacancy that hides the crowded torments.

"No one." He finally replies, back to tracing the knuckles of your cold hands. "The ocean is big enough to stifle everything anyone ever feels, but no soul is great enough to contain the ocean's sorrow."

You close your eyes, melt into him, away from the chilly gale of the shoreline, never wanting to let this feeling go. Even if circumstances refuse to be in your favour.

It's a moment of peace you both gravitate in, basking within the rolling of waves. You're submerged, in a state in which you can feel everything yet nothing. It's the perfect instant in which time is frozen, frozen enough for you to indulge in the arms of your lover, forgetting about all your worries.

It's you and him. It's him and you. Two lost souls, intertwined hearts, vivid and abstract in every way.

"Come back to me." Gently, Childe places a soft kiss on the lobe of your ear, his mellow breath tickling you. You open your eyes slowly, gaze up, and he's glowing, ethereal in the various hues his visage has captured. "I'm here."

"I know." You tilt your head on his lap, reach your hand up at his cheek. Barely grazing a finger on his cheek. "So pretty."

"I should be saying that." Childe clasps a hand around your wandering fingers, brings them to his lips. "You're pretty."

"Oh? No witty quip? Can't say I'm not surprised."

He pouts out you, the distant look in his eyes dissolving in those captivating pools of cerulean. "I give you plenty compliments."

"Yeah, right after you've had your fun."

Childe grins mutely, leans his face down to slot your lips with his. The ocean bursts when your eyes flutter, everything around you collapsing, leaving nothing, nothing but him. His lips are molten against yours, tender, hiding a thousand words.

He pulls away reluctantly, when he's stolen all your breath and overcrowded your senses. All sparkled up now, energized, devoid of his lost sentiments from earlier.

"Time to leave, comrade." Childe hovers over you to grab his forgotten gloves, yanks them on, and then flexes his digits. "Locals should be up soon.”

You fall silent as you draw yourself away from his lap, patting down the sand off your uniform. For a second, your mind surfs, an unpleasant storm brewing in your chest.

Childe's mouth thins in a straight line, nimble fingers adjusting your mask on the side of your head. He places a chaste kiss on your forehead when he's done, then goes to fix his own mask.

He wordlessly reaches out a hand to help you step over a corpse, one that's blood is premature, freshly painting the sand. Your gaze travels up the trail of blood, which leads to the rest of the bodies, scattered across the coast. Renders the waters murkier.

A sea of decay.

You're alongside Childe, not daring to flush out the multiple faces that haunt your mind as you’re treading past the still-warm bodies left in your chaos. The dead won't touch you right now, but they will in your conjured up dreams—they always do.

When they appear, one dream at a time, they don't speak. The stillness is deafening all the same.

Some of the faces are almost a sickening pale-blue in the rising water. Darkened eyes watching but not seeing. Mouths closed, but you can hear all their screams.

Then muffled static, like a whisper in your ear but no one's talking, and you're caught in the waves, drifting away.

Suddenly, you’ve come to a halt.

Childe turns to look at you, but doesn't approach you immediately. He ignores the stretch of his heart, bitter feelings threatening to bubble up and escape. He swallows them down tightly.

"Will the ocean weep for us?" You murmur absently, mind astray.

There's a dead kind of blankness on Childe's face. The void swirls deep in his eyes. An unsettling sort of expression you aren't quite used to.

But then it's gone almost immediately, replaced with his signature tenderness, lips upturned.

"You must be hungry Y/N. Why don't I treat you to something at the docks before we board?"

[cheelduh]

Homegirl come back 😔😩

Uni is ass fucking me bestie

[cheelduh]

wait we could also thirst for CHILDE DELUSION FORM.

this is a wonderful day to declare war.

(Uid: 607380049 💖 none of my characters are built)

-🔮

We can admire him as we kick his ass <3

It truly is an amazing day to raise hell

(I can’t carry either we’re both gonna get our asses handed to us) 💖

[cheelduh]

Alright, that’s it, war.

UNSEATHE YOUR WEAPON

(and uid)

AND WE FIGHT TILL DAWN.

-🔮

Your insolence will not be taken lightly. 👁

We will see who is the victor.

Not even azhdaha has shit on me. (Add me kiss kiss 613558394)

[cheelduh]

no….

NO FUCKING U!!!!

-🔮

I CONSIDER THIS A THREAT 😤

[cheelduh]

Hey hey, Sena

You’re cool.

-🔮

You’re COOLER bestie 1!1!!

[cheelduh]

hii, could i request just a crumb of fluff for diluc and a very shy/wallflower reader (especially if it could be more crush/mutual pining focused if thats fine)? 👉👈 thank you 🥺

Nothing Else

Pairing: Diluc x gn!reader

Warnings: Spelling mistakes prolly :( fluff!

Words: 850

Synopsis: Diluc looks forward to seeing you everyday, because deep down he perceives you as his biggest epiphany, that someone could seamlessly make room for themselves in his unpredictable world, to take him by the heart and never let go.

Note: Sorry I took so long to complete this!

He's distracted. It's something that you notice almost immediately. It's only one hour into his shift, yet he's fatigued like he is during closing time.

Something isn't right.

You observe him quietly, discreetly, careful not to wane his momentum.

It's an injury. Somewhere that's easily irritated, because as he continues there's a barely notable grimace. This isn't exactly shocking to you, because you know he's ought to be injured after his nightly escapades, which he tries to conceal from everyone including you.

He looks the same as ever when pouring drinks, except his body is taut in stiffness, recoiling when there's a glass in his hand, sensitive.

It's his palm.

When the rush time disseminates as the time goes by, at long last giving him time to breathe. Your breath stills, hesitance brewing in the thick of your skin. It's your chance.

"Diluc." Your voice is barely above a whisper, but he hears you regardless. He always does.

He approaches you, a soft smile playing at his lips. Something he doesn't even try to hide from you anymore, and it's enough to kindle a flame in your heart, joining the dust of cherry on your cheeks.

"Another drink?" Diluc's gloved hand reaches for your cup. Even so, you stop him by gently enfolding your hand on his wrist, halting further movement.

It takes him by surprise, a pleasant one at that. It's messy, his heart beat, increasing with speed by the second. Before he can truly appreciate the touch, your hand is already gone, the moment ebbing into a new memory. One that both of you will cherish, unknowing of the feelings the other one holds.

"I'm—I'm sorry," You stammer, voice dripping in doubt, then reach for something in your bag. "I just—I couldn't help but notice that you were in pain."

He raises a brow. "Pain?"

Stillness. Until you fluidly push a tinted, compact glassed bottle his way. "Your palms are irritating you are they not?"

It's common for claymore wielders. The overuse sometimes forms small, painful little blisters, and the gloves act as a catalyst to further aggravate the skin. It's nothing more than an insignificant annoyance to Diluc, so why does it matter so much to you?

Diluc controls his neutral expression, but his red ears hold another story, blending in with his hair. He's staring at the bottle too long.

"It's a salve," You explain shyly, mistaking his hesitation for confusion. "Liyuean. It should soothe the burning?" It sounds like a question, but that's only because you don't know how much longer you'll be able to keep this conversation going, especially with the ringing in your ears and the compression of your heart.

You burn under his gaze, fidgeting with your sleeves when you turn away.

He snaps out of his daze, grabbing the ointment, mentally berating himself from taking too long to answer.

"Thank you." He says, and you miss the tenderness held in his voice due to the erratic palpitations in your veins.

You let out a soft mhm as a reply, shoving your books in your bag.

Diluc pockets the bottle swiftly, panics a bit at your impeding departure. Worries that he's made you distressed with his aloof persona. "I—leaving so soon? I can fix you another drink if you'd like?"

You shake your head at him, sending him a genuine, close-eyed smile. "I'd love to. But I'm afraid if I don't leave now my brother's going to ruin your floors."

As if on cue, your brother stumbles through a body of people, half of his body folding over the counter as he sticks up two fingers.

"Four more drinks please!" He claims, all red in the face.

Diluc's not impressed.

You seize your brother by the arm, tugging him away from the bar top to avoid further embarrassment. "Time to go home."

Using all your weight to push your drunk brother outside the door. You stop momentarily, as if forgetting something.

The golden hues of the lantern reflect themselves in the whirls of your hair while you run back to the counter, biting your lips in contemplation. Then you take a deep breath.

For the first time, you don't waver when you stare into his eyes with another kind of determination. "Please take care of yourself. You can't help people if you don't help yourself first!"

Diluc's heart immediately stops, and he thanks the Archons it's Kaeya's off day, else the mischievous cavalry captain would've caught his near-loss of composure. Would've teased him relentlessly too.

There's nothing else to say, but he doesn't want to let you go. Not without conveying something, anything at all. Just to reassure you, to articulate a semblance of his feelings.

But Diluc isn't the best at expressing himself, he never has been. He wants to be, but until the second he's able to do so properly, with words of intimacy that you deserve, he opts for something elementary in the meantime, something that lasts till your next encounter.

"I look forward to your visit tomorrow, Y/N.”

When you wave a final goodbye, and take your exit with a hidden grin, Diluc softens.

[cheelduh]

What if i saidim inlvoe qith yu... /p /j

Hkgjgjgjgjgjgjf take mmy heart <3 💖💖💖💖💞💞💗 take it nOW

[cheelduh]

hi!! can i request childe fluff with a reader who has a very strong fear of heights? like, they want to confront it and fail, and are down about it? sorry if i missed anything!

The Fall

Pairing: Childe x gn!reader

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: A shitton of typos prolly. Pls ignore any mistakes 

Synopsis: You've been afraid of heights for as long as you can remember, avoiding dangerous mountainsides completely. However, you can't quite stifle the yearning for wind gliding, wishing to experience the enjoyment of it yourself.

Note: Thank you so much for the request. Sorry I took so long, I hope you enjoy it! :)

It starts as a mellow gnawing, the fear, sometime around your early teen-hood when your adventurous cousin lugs you around mountaintops, away from the safety of your village that you're accustomed to. Then it matures, slowly but surely condemning every crevice in your body to the same paralyzingly fate.

"Isn't it beautiful?" She says in awe, clamping hand around your wrist, ensnaring you towards the edge. Her eyes are widened in amazement, brimming with wonder.

Your anxiety blinds your from said beauty. All you can see is the fall, the danger, how all it takes is one uncoordinated step or a joking push from someone to fall to your impeding doom. You don't see the beauty at all, because it's corrupted by dread.

The longer you look down, the deeper the fear manifests, deep within the pit of your stomach, becoming a never-ending inferno that threatens to consume you whole.

You scramble away from the mountainside, your cousin, staggering back until your back hits the grass beneath you, and you're trembling, shaking, unable to breath.

After that day, you never venture too close to the edge of cliffs, preferring to stay grounded, safe, away from the risk. And it works out for you, for a while.

You follow designated pathways up mountains to gather flowers and ore you need, forgoing the climbing part completely in dangerous areas. If there's no way to get somewhere without climbing too high, you just move on to another area, avoiding it completely. It works. Your system may not be the best, but it isn't supposed to be. It gets the job done, and that's all you really care about.

Although every time you catch someone wind gliding from afar, or couples enjoying the view from higher altitudes, you can't help but feel a twinge of envy, a deep rooted dejection.

Your boyfriend, Childe, doesn't really let you sulk in the misery that stems from your fear of heights, finding much more fun date ideas that involve your feet safely on the ground.

His creativity never once ceases to amaze you, every single outing with him being far more enthralling than the last.

He doesn't ask. He doesn't really need to. Being the eleventh harbinger, he has a knack for observing things that people won't admit. He's patient, caring, and loving, has all the best qualities in a person (except for his penchant for violence, which you easily bypass). To be frank, he's the best boyfriend you could ever ask for.

One day, in the midst of your cuddling session, you confess that you'd like to get over your deathly fear of heights.

Childe reassures you, peppering your cheeks with his loud kisses. "You don't have to if you don't want to. I'm perfectly fine with enjoying everything Liyue Harbor has to offer."

"But I want to." You pout, nuzzling your head deeper into the side his neck. "I want to appreciate more viewpoints and scenery. I want to be able to wind glide, like super super high."

He chuckles at that, finally agreeing and setting a date, but lets you know that if you wish to back out he has a number of other activities planned.

The morning comes in minutes it seems like, your jumpy nerves not allowing you a wink of sleep. You don't mourn much for the lost hours, because it gives you more than enough time to observe the adorable way your boyfriend snores.

It's not like you have a choice either, because Childe refuses to let you go—that too subconsciously. He's trapped you in a fixed position, front to front, legs tangled for the entirety of the night.

When Childe wakes up, he isn't an idiot to know you've been up all night, but doesn't seem to push it. He has a penchant for sniffing out haywire-nerves, oftentimes pointing them out in himself or his soldiers before an upcoming battle.

After you two finish with your morning routine, he takes you out. Specifically, you're headed towards Luhua pool, and it takes half the day to get there from your home back at the harbour. Once you finally reach the location, you realize why he chose it. Luhua pool is an easy place to glide, closer to shallow waters, and all the while breathtaking to behold.

"Come on," Childe outstretches a gloved hand, gently easing you in close proximity to the border of the ruin you two have climbed. "I got you."

Getting up here wasn't so bad, not when Childe was behind you, telling you to focus on each step and to take your time.

Side stepping the scattered paint brushes and random sketches that someone was in the middle of prior to this day, you clasp his hand tightly, and he weaves his fingers within your own. With a guiding tug, your face meets his chest.

"Turn around," He brushes your hair away gently. "Come on, you don't want to miss this."

Apprehensively, you peek an eye out from the safety of your boyfriend's hold, moving around so you're semi-facing the breathtaking view in front of you. When your eyes are blessed with the delicate hues of the scenery beyond you, your jaw begins to hang. Seeing everything from a distance, from high up, even if you aren't as high up as you'd one day like to be, makes everything look all the more breathtaking.

Childe's right, you don't want to miss this. You don't want to miss this ever again.

But then you look down, the intrusive rhythms of your brain forcing you to peer at the drop, the fall, inches away from where your feet are standing.

The fall. It's always the fall. You aren't even too far up, but the agitation that overtakes your entire body, numbing you completely, branching off in your heart, makes it seem as though you're hundreds of feet away from the ground.

You turn to him, to tell him about your seconds thoughts. The I'm not ready weighs down on your tongue, but the stars in his eyes as he basks in the warm casts of the setting sun terminate the words before they are even born.

So when he finally snaps out of his momentary daze, shrugging off the remaining inertia to grin at you, you doubtlessly agree to what he says next.

"Ready to try the wind glider?"

—

You failed with the wind glider. Panicked last second like a complete moron, caught your leg on the edge of a rock and then fell to your death.

Thankfully your impeccably-adept-at-flying fatui boyfriend launched himself into a free fall not even a millisecond later. With expertise like no other, he dodged your flailing hands and seized your body close to his, swiftly opening up his gliders with an experienced motion.

Even when Childe's feet landed on the ground, arms around you, safe, secure, you couldn't stop screaming, clinging onto him like you'd die if you let go. Took him a solid five minutes to calm you down, wiping at your tears and soothing you with loving words of consolation.

"Hey, are you still thinking about today?" Childe's voice draws you out of your momentary trance. "You haven't even touched your crystal shrimp yet."

"Oh," You blink, pushing them around with the chopsticks. Poking, but not eating. "Thanks."

The harbinger sighs, neatly placing his chopsticks down—not like he was using them right anyways. His hand snakes across the table, finding yours with the sole intention to relieve your unpleasant brooding.

"I'm sorry," You squeeze his hand, unable to meet his eyes yet. "It's so stupid. I'm so stupid. I shouldn't have wasted our day—"

"Stop it." For the first time, he's provoked in your presence, words holding more weight in them than they usually do on his end. "You're not stupid. It's perfectly valid to want to get over your fears, in fact, I think it's admirable. I just—I don't understand why you can't see that, why you can't see how much progress you've made today. Just because you had one slip up doesn't mean anything, it doesn't erase the fact that you faced another challenge and came out of it stronger."

"What if I..." You murmur, timid when you look up to meet his piercing gaze. "What if I don't want to anymore?"

Childe smiles at that, thumb circling around your knuckle, familiar in motion. "Then that's that. Perfectly fine. We don't talk about it ever again unless you bring it up. But if you decide you want to continue, then I'll be there to catch you. Always."

"Thank you." Your beam is small, but doesn't go unnoticed by the other.

"Of course," He lets go, scooting his chair so that it's right next to yours. "And as for compensation, you can feed me. Better feed me dessert too, us fatui are clear-cut with our dealings. To the T."

You roll your eyes, soaking a jade parcel in the broth before picking it up with your chopsticks. "Fatui scum, so hellbent on collecting debts."

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I AM REQUESTING FOR COCOGOAT

Could I request a scenario where ganyu is super overworked and overwhelmed (when is she never) and the reader just holds her and comforts her about it?? Idm about the gender of the reader they/them is fine

THANK YOU

Behind Schedule

Pairing: Ganyu x fem!reader

Word Count: 750

Note: Tysm for requesting :) I rlly hope you like this!

Synopsis: The weight that Ganyu’s been shouldering for all these years has finally begun to take its unabated toll.

The day coursed the same as always. Wake up, get dressed, leave your lover in bed to go for work, run a number of important errands in reverence of the Liyue Qixing, come home, finish the rest of the paperwork at home, then finally indulge in some much needed sleep.

Rinse and repeat. It's a hectic schedule, that's for sure, but it works. Ganyu makes it work, because she's not the Qixing's irreplaceable emissary for nothing.

Then why is she sitting frozen in place, pen loosely held in between her rigid figures, eyes glassy as they stare at a transactional document. Why does she feel a rock in her throat, and a hostile tightness in her chest that doesn't allow her to loosen her stiff posture?

And why is she three hours behind in her schedule when it's supposedly a lighter workload today.

Why why why. She thinks. Why can't I do this? Why can't I move? Why can't I finish this so I can go home to Y/N?

But you're probably asleep by this hour, snuggling a pillow, no doubt in her absence. You're probably disappointed too, spending yet another night without seeing her or waking up to her.

All this overthinking decelerates her. Every encounter and setback this week welds into a merciless sword of fire, and digs it's flaming blade into the depths of her mind. It buries to the hilt in her thoughts, tormenting her into an overwhelmed state.

She doesn't take note of the tears that streak down her face, past her cheeks, easing in speed once it reaches her chin.

Ganyu is a silent crier, not one to burden others with the ache in her heart, shouldering it alone. Just as she's always done, and will continue to do.

Her shoulders shake miserably, on the brink, about to tip over, and then—

You barge in noisily, stumbling into the office  with the signature wanmin packaging, two glasses, and a shitstain of a grin hiding behind the tower of food you're balancing.

Ganyu's wipes her tears at record speed, a second before you place the food that obstructs your vision on the table.

With much disgrace, you stagger away to greet her. "Surprise!" You motion towards the food, smug and proud of yourself. "I got all your favourites. Since you've been so busy all day, I had a feeling you'd skip dinner."

While Ganyu's heart does flutter, the pure actions of love and care on your part reels her away from her shell, vulnerable all over.

She offers you a wobbly smile.

Your smile drops immediately, and you're rushing around the table to kneel in front of her chair. "Is something the matter my love?"

That's all it takes for the dam to break, the concrete walls of her carefully crafted veil shattering, and the weeping begins its reign.

You lean forward to wrap your arms around her shaking shoulders, and she's hiding her face in the crook of your neck. Although meek and nervous in nature, she's not reluctant to clutch your body close, grip tight and desperate.

"I-I'm so sorry," She gasps through her sobs. "I don't understand why I'm crying. This isn't—isn't supposed to happen. I'm behind schedule and I have so much work to do, so so so much work, and I—"

Shushing her, you lean back from the embrace and caress tear-eyed face in your hands, wiping away the remnants of her sadness.

Brushing one of the locks that frames her face, your voice is level when you whisper words of encouragement. "Why don't we do one thing at a time okay? You must be famished, so let's get some food into your system."

She nods, albeit reluctantly, but her hiccups are relentless.

You place a gentle, feather-like kiss on her cheek. "After you finish eating, i'm going to take you home and you're going to relax. No excuses."

Ganyu has no apparent qualms. Yet.

"Then tomorrow, I'll clear out my schedule and help you with your paperwork."

"But the Tianquan—"

"I'll have a word with Ningguang tomorrow. Don't fret too much about it dear."

The half-adeptus sniffles, then tugs on your shirt in primarily concealed desperation. Timid as always, your girlfriend.

More than happy to receive her request, you tenderly draw her in again, letting her bury herself away from the taunts of her endless responsibilities.

For the first time in hundreds of years, Ganyu allows herself to depend on someone else, taking a much needed breather.

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aah id love to request but is it okay if i ask about your request rules first? 👉👈

Sorry I'm a bit late, but here you go! Rules

If you have any further questions concerning the rules, I'll be more than happy to answer <3

[cheelduh]

—rules *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Welcome to my ask rules! Pls follow these guidelines, and if you have any questions feel free to ask me. My pinned masterlist will tell you if requests are open. -Sena <3

Who I will Write For 

Any genshin character, unless they are underaged

Do not interact if 

you’re under 14 (pls don’t tap the 18+ labelled fics)

homophobic

transphobic

islamophobic

racist

just a meanie omg

What I’ll Write

NSFW 

Dubcon (meaning that consent is IMPLIED, but not established in the fic)

reader insert or your genshin ship 

Fluff, smut, angst, any kind of oneshots. 

I’m okay with writing certain kinks as long as they are between two consenting adults.

What I Won’t Write

Hardcore noncon

Incest

Omegaverse

Eating disorders/anything weight related 

Heavy trauma 

Any sort of physical disabilities. (This is because I’m afraid I won’t be able to depict these well enough, and I don’t want to offend anyone)

Sometimes I won’t accept certain requests, this is because I don’t want to write something that is subpar just because of my lack in interest.

Currently, I’m writing for anyone that’s on my masterlist. However, I haven’t had the time to update it so you can request anyone that isn’t on there (Kazuha, Thoma, etc).

Please specify if what kind of AU if you want, because I’ll just be going with the canonverse as default.

Be really specific for your request! I don’t like guessing, and want to make sure I deliver a fic that meets your expectations. However, if you want me to come up with things, also make sure to notify me. 

If you give me an estimated word length, then I’ll try my best to fulfill it. However, it would be great if you don’t hold me to it, considering that I can sometimes lose interest.

Please be patient with me! I’m starting uni in a month so I’m super busy. Don’t take it personally if I haven’t completed a request quickly.

If you have any more questions, you can ask me :) 

[cheelduh]

hi! may i know how you managed to put more than 10 pictures in your masterlist?

Initially I tried to do it on mobile, but it didn't work so I used my computer to do it. Hope that helps!

[cheelduh]

Sweet Valberries and Cinnamon

-> Pairing: Lisa x gn!reader 

-> Warnings: None. Pure fluff! 

-> Words: 800

Synopsis: Lisa’s just trying to ask you out, but you don’t seem to be getting the memo.

-> Note: I hope you like this @nightingtalesworld ! Happy birthday! So sorry it took me like a day TT

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You like to think that you are a diligent, noble, and hardworking knight, one that doesn't stray far from their duties on a daily basis.

Having a few years under your belt, and the favor of the Grand master, there are many inexperienced knights that yearn for your guidance.

You're not exceptional. Not by any means. Which is why you work twice as hard, twice as fast, and twice as focused whenever you have to complete any task. Whether it be clearing out hilichurl camps, gathering fatui intel, or delivering a simple letter, you confront each of your duties with the same determination.

Yes, you are calm, diligent, noble, and most of all, hardworking.

So when Lisa, the mischievous librarian asks you to join her in the library, you accept, and presume she needs your assistance with a task. Maybe cleaning the shelves, or organizing the books. It's not the first time the librarian has long overdue her work, mainly because of her slothfulness.

"Here you go cutie," She hands you another rosy covered book, bending a bit too close to your face.

The pleasant scent of valberry and cinnamon, no doubt from her lunch, invades your senses, has you reeling in your chair. Your knuckles turn white gripping the book in your hand.

You don't feel entitled to her affections, knowing that she probably treats everyone like this. It's just who she is, stretching over and nuzzling into the closest human being like a lazy cat.

Heartbeat thrumming loudly in your ears, you shift so you face her, not quite meeting her alluring emeralds.

"I-I get that we're re-organizing," You mumble out, voice small. "But how come we're starting with the romance books? Shouldn't we go alphabetically?"

"Efficient as always cutie," Lisa winks, and you catch yourself from sputtering. "I believe that romance books are what bring people together."

Then, she leans into your ear, bending over the table, so close that you have to hold your breath to keep yourself from combusting. "You can easily observe the true colors of someone, know what they like, know what they hate, just by their choice in books."

Trying to collect yourself, you question her in confusion. "You're starting with the romance books, because it's your favorite genre?"

Lisa blinks, pulls away. "Cutie, I'm trying to send you a message here."

"I mean, if you want me to get you a romance book for your birthday you could've just asked—"

The librarian scoffs playfully, cutting you off successfully. Then she sandwiches your face in her soft hands and narrows her eyes.

"You're adorable darling."

"Thanks?" It comes out muffled, your face all shades of red. You're falling into a state of sheer terror, experiencing an alarming rate in which your heart beats.

She sighs, acknowledging your pitiful state, and then let's go. "I don't know how much more direct I can be."

You snap your fingers in realization. "I think I get it now!"

"Hmm? Really?" Lisa grins, scooching closer to you, practically melting into the side of your arm.

Ignoring the thrumming in your veins, you nod your head. "You need my help asking someone out right?" The conclusion is a little disheartening on your end, but you'll go above and beyond for all your friends.

"Cutie," Her smile doesn't go away, but her left eye twitches a bit. She grips the collar of your uniform, yanking you real close, close enough that you feel her hot breath on your lips.

"I like you."

"I like you to—"

"No," If Lisa is irritated, she sure as hell knows how to hide it behind her sleek mask of tease. "I like you romantically."

You stutter a bit in disbelief, thoughts in a jumble, unable to form any coherent words.

"You? Like me? Uh I uhhhh." In your panicked short-circuiting, you accidentally get a paper cut from one of the books you were trying to repair.

"Oh no!" Lisa gasps dramatically, yanking your thumb to inspect it closely. "This won't do."

Before you can say anything, she wipes the blood away with a velvety purple handkerchief, grabbing some ointment and bandages from the drawer of her desk. She makes sure to wrap the tiny wound with the upmost of care, brushing her hands lightly.

Her touch triggers fireworks underneath your skin.

After it's bandaged up, she twirls a strand of your hair in her finger, leaving you not an ounce of mercy.

Then, she pounces, biting her plump lips flirtatiously. "Now, where were we? Oh yes, the love confession."

You turn beet red, and she lures you in further.

"But first, let me kiss your injury better."

You are a calm, diligent, noble, and hardworking knight. But around Lisa, all of those things vanish in an instant, resigning you into a stuttering love-struck fool.