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[cryondstadt]

im surprised i haven't broken my spine yet with how many creative ways i can sit on a sofa

[cryondstadt]

-𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐀𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮-

PAIRING: kaeya/gn-reader

GENRE: fluff, casual

WARNINGS: mentions of drinking (and a slightly long exposition I'm so sorry about that)

A/N - my first actual fanfic?? no way!!! super super nervous to post this dkjwkdje - this is mainly self-indulgent really, but I tried to keep the reader's backstory as vague as possible! essentially they used to be a traveller, but now works with the knights <3

SUMMARY: pre-relationship tension!! striking up conversation with kaeya at the tavern, but reader is a little wary/cautious with all the drunks so they try to pass the time by getting to know their new colleague

The wooden door creaked as you stepped out of the peaceful night's blue and into the loud boisterousness of the tavern. Flinching at the sudden noise, you looked around the crowded area, staring back at the flickering candles and lamps, then at the many heads that were turning in your direction. You swallowed, ready to introduce yourself, but as fast as the small moment of acknowledgement occurred, it went away with a flash once a drunken bard announced his newest ballad. And cue the music, followed by the eruption of roars and cackles that echoed the clumsy joy of all the occupants.

Sighing to yourself, you walked over to the nearest empty chair, trying to remember why you even came here in the first place. The smell of alcohol and the ever-booming noise threatening to distract you, you dimly recalled sharing a conversation with Lisa earlier in the day - you were worried, oh so worried, about creating new familiar faces. After all, it hadn't been long since you decided to join the Knights. Might as well make some friends to talk to, rather than tagging to poor Lisa and Amber all the time. You'd rather not disturb Jean either, although her kindness overwhelms you with gratitude.

Hesitantly, you looked over to the people inside the tavern, searching for that familiar figure Lisa suggested. You've seen him around, obviously, and exchanged words but that was really about it. Yet something about his personality intrigued you - you refused to believe most of the absurd rumours about him, and part of you was glad to finally have a chance at digging deeper into his story. So why wasn't he here? Surely the infamous drunkard would be hanging around all the wine, so why couldn't you-

"Looking for someone?"

His voice nearly made you jump out of your skin. Whipping around, your eyes met the tall figure of Mondstadt's Cavalry Captain, peering down at you with a knowing smirk. Unbeknownst to you, his gaze had never left you since you arrived at the tavern. You attempted to regain your composure, furiously trying to recover from the surprise.

"Actually, I was looking-"

But the Captain had already seated himself on the stool next to you, eyes not leaving yours as he tapped the counter to swiftly order two drinks. You set your jaw tight, trying not to let his forwardness trick your demeanor. Clearly, he already knew why you were here.

"So, you're the new recruit, I trust? Certainly more interesting nonetheless, I expect, from your travel experience?" his eye twinkled periwinkle blue at you, bringing you back, if not for a fleeting moment, to the moonlit sky of the night outside. How peaceful it is, to breathe the still night air. To sense the quiet envelope you comfortably, despite the sense of a lingering trap enclosing you inside it. To be caught still in that position, balancing between the impression and the much darker secret within. That's what Kaeya left you feeling as his stare locked with yours. What was it that this man had to hide? More so, what was it that simply made him irresistible, yet so dangerous?

"There's always room for improvement," you reply quietly, taking a careful sip of the dandelion wine newly offered to you on behalf of Kaeya.

"Certainly," he quipped, looking you over. "But you look quick to learn." Another quiet sip of your wine. You were to take his time with him, the silver-tongue, and to carefully analyze his intentions before making any move. "Indulge me, what was it that led you to give travelling up, for the sake of Mondstadt?"

There it is. You set your glass on the counter, eyes tracing the pattern on the wood while you mulled over his words. Information, information. That's all he ever looked for. Two minutes in and he's already testing your allegiance. You let out a soft chuckle, turning to face that eye of his again.

"Everyone has a turning point. What was yours?"

Kaeya's smirk grew, his intense gaze still on you while he took the time to twirl his glass of wine. "Ho, I'd tell you if I even knew."

Lies, you thought, and it was probably evident in your expression for the man loosened up his shoulders, letting out what seemed to be an honest chuckle. It surprised you, how even his laugh had variants.

"I digress. Have you been preparing for tomorrow's scout? I've been pleasantly informed that I am to work with you, alongside Amber," he mused, eyeing your attire. "Flattering outfit you have on, by the way. Though you might want to wear something a bit more... covered for tomorrow, hm?"

Your cheeks burned slightly, despite the amount of times you told them it was expected of Kaeya. Still, you refused to let it show. Staring disapprovingly, you retorted back, "don't concern yourself with what I choose to wear, Captain. I'm sure a Mitachurl will happily drive its axe through your exposed chest if it had the chance." You cursed at yourself mentally. Really, you could've kept that last bit to yourself.

"Oho, someone's been staring," Kaeya's wide smirk met your defiant glare, successfully creating some sort of reaction out of you. Yet as you expected him to fully take advantage of that, the man pulled back, raising his hands up playfully. "I'm kidding, I'm just kidding. No need to stare daggers at me."

He took a final sip out of his glass while you finished yours, and stood up to leave. Suddenly, the noises of the tavern sprang back at you, so loudly that you realized how immersed you were in Kaeya's presence. And before you could stop, your body betrayed you and you found yourself standing up with him. Oh, that surely prompted an eyebrow raise from him.

"Oh? Where are you off to? Not following me, surely?" he laughed at your expression, and in your haste you sat back down a little too roughly. As you tried to avoid Kaeya's gaze, however, you felt an arm snake around your waist - and pull you up again. You were still muttering apologies while he did so, which caused you to take yet another mental somersault. Now grinning, the man let go of you, taking your empty glass out of your hand to place on the counter.

"C'mon, take a walk with me. The night air is truly too peaceful to miss."

[cryondstadt]

Reverse Kaeya Comfort (G/N Reader)

Characters: just Kaeya 

Genre: hurt/comfort, fluff ig 

a/n: established relationship? use of darling/sweetheart. I love him sm:(

writing utc<3

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[cryondstadt]

Whoa, i love your new dad posts about childe and zhongli! Can i request it too for kaeya? How he tried his best to grasps that he is now a happy father after his dark past? Thank you ❤️

" TEARS DO NOT SUIT US "

━━ ☆ PAIRING: kaeya/reader

━━ ☆ GENRE: fluff, hurt/comfort

━━ ☆ SUMMARY: there are things that even kaeya doesn’t know and maybe that’s alright because perfection isn’t expected of him anymore. all that matters now is that he tries.

━━ ☆ WARNINGS: spoilers on his backstory

late nights were spent locked in his office with a cup of coffee as he stares off to the distance — sometimes to the stars that frowned at him, sometimes at his reflection that didn't even attempt to hide his dejection, and sometimes, to nothing in particular.

it was wrong. he wasn't arguing that his decision to run away was a justified act because he knew that it wasn't. it wasn't right for you to be the only person trying to hold the house that you two built together up, it wasn't right for you to believe that the reason for his sleepless nights at the headquarters was related to work and it wasn't right for you to be left in the dark when he promised that it'll be the last thing he'll do to you.

"how pathetic," he mumbled with a humorless smile as he took a sip from his lukewarm cup, "what a man you've become."

pathetic was kaeya who didn't know what to do. pathetic was kaeya doing the one thing he's good at — hiding away until the fear subsides into something manageable because god knows that it'll never disappear from his heart. pathetic was kaeya who chose to satiate the voices in his head that manipulated him with his insecurities like he was a weak man when now of all times, he had to be strong for three.

four hours earlier than the new usual — eleven o'clock in the evening. he knew you'd be fast asleep, too tired from the stress of work and chores combined, and despite having a heavy heart, there was gratitude and relief. perhaps it was selfish of him, maybe even unfair, but kaeya wanted to be infallible in your eyes and not... whatever he was right now.

before he could fall into another spiel of self-deprecating thoughts, a sharp cry broke through the night, and suddenly, he moved. it's instinct, it's subconscious, it's natural.

he was awkward as he tried to navigate through the dark hallway, feet thudding as soft as they could against the flooring. was it alright for him to do this or was he overstepping his boundaries by suddenly deciding to be a father after many weeks of being absent in his child's life? kaeya suddenly paused, lips parting in horror midway through twisting the doorknob open.

would you look at that... he was just like his father...

kaeya gritted his teeth before pushing the door open. dirty, bitter, maddeningly foul. even the demons in his head didn't hate him as much as he did at that moment.

but as if he was made for it, he knew what to do. peering over the crib, periwinkle met periwinkle, and all the seas of turmoil calmed for both father and child. an easy smile — the easiest he has had in the past month and an adoring glaze over his tired features. kaeya was a sight to behold.

"hello, little bunny... miss me?"

the baby giggled, hands closing and opening, beckoning for their dad to cuddle them or lift them up or anything — just needing his touch that instant. with a soft laugh, kaeya leaned down, letting the child grip on his hair as he gathered them in his arms, stiff and a little clumsy but warm... so warm that the baby couldn't help but coo the moment they found their new home.

"you enjoying that?"

'that' was the baby leaning against his chest, curiously listening to his heart that beat and beat and beat until it almost hurts because this... this affection, this security, this comfort... all of these he was depriving himself of for the longest time for a reason not even half as good as this.

"you need to be a little quiet at night, bunny. you'll wake up the entire city!" a boop on the nose, which prompted a giggle from the baby, "i don't know what i'll do if someone files a complaint against you and it ends up on my table! oh dear... what would master jean say? will you get daddy fired?"

with a toothy grin, kaeya trudged to the small sofa you insisted you needed to have while attempting to play 'peek-a-boo' with the thoroughly amused baby. plopping down the soft cushion with a thump, he made a mental note to thank you later for being so stubborn because that sofa was godsent.

"so, what does my lovely partner usually do to make you sleep, hm?"

he didn't expect an answer but it still came in a very deep gurgle that shouldn't have come out of a little, pretty being such as his child. with a genuine snort, kaeya slowly laid across the couch, one arm folded as a pillow while the other remained around the baby who was now nuzzling their cheek on his bare chest.

"hmm... do you want to hear a fairy tale?" no reply.

"i suppose that's a no. something to eat?" the baby blew him a raspberry much to kaeya's delight, chest vibrating as a laugh poured out of his lips.

"definitely a no. then, what do you want little bunny?"

the child merely blinked at him innocently and if kaeya didn't know any better, he would've felt as if the child was mocking him for being so ignorant. though if he was being honest with himself, the little taunt wasn't undeserved.

"fine then... would you care to listen to daddy's little rambles?" kaeya sighed, closing his eyes as he ran a hand over the small tuft of hair on top of the baby's head.

"my father was never around — too busy with plotting this and that. he never taught me how to tie my laces or how to start a fire when you're out in the wild. he was never there to watch me grow up nor was he there when i needed to be loved."

"he would frown at my tears and curse me for being weak. he would never even think of wiping them for me." but kaeya did and with a gentle hand, he swiped the remnants of the tears shed before this intimacy.

"and as a child, i always thought that the 'wrong' was with me — that i'm the one who's unworthy of being loved. so i tried, i tried so hard to please him... but he left me anyway. alone and unloved in a place far away from home."

kaeya groaned, muscles straining as he sat up so the baby was in his lap instead of his chest. grabbing a stray piece of napkin, he wiped the drool that slowly slipped off his baby's puckered lips.

"maybe it was a blessing in disguise because, for the first time, i met a man who, in a sense, loved me for who i am. he took me in, worried over little scrapes and bruises that were nothing to my real father and... he taught me that love is for everyone, be it a sinner or a saint."

bitter because of resurfacing memories, sweet because the source of his new ones was just in his grasp. "in the end, he left me — left us — too."

it was too quiet and usually, the quiet unnerved kaeya. silence meant he could hear his heart pump out blood, hear the muffled screams of his arguing neighbors, hear the loud, confusing pulls of the conflict in his head. but today felt different and silence only meant he had the time and place to flesh out the fears he had been avoiding for the past few weeks.

"i'm scared." a flicker of light or maybe, a teardrop that didn't follow through, "i don't know how to be a father because i never had one. i'm scared that i'll be like him and i'll end up hurting you. i'm scared because i can't bring myself to trust myself."

"little bunny if you knew what goes on in here—" in here was his heart and his mind. "you wouldn't trust me either."

"most men would hold their children and see their bright future, flower gardens, and white fences — growing old. i see you and i... i see the city burning, i hear your cries, i feel your pain in my hands. you deserve so much... so much more than me. i'm sorry. i'm so sorry. gods, i'm sorry."

but how could a man who holds their child as if they're porcelain, talks to them as if they are a god, cries for them as if a softhearted reader — how could that man ever hurt them intentionally?

"i'm sorry you had to be stuck with me but... i'm going to try my best. i won't let you go through what i did. i'm here. i'm right here and i'm not leaving. no more running away."

no more running away. seemingly appeased by his declaration, the young child's eyes fluttered to a close, allowing themself to be pulled into the welcoming arms of slumber. cautiously, kaeya brings his child back to the crib, eyes misting over in relief and adoration.

"you know... they never fall asleep that fast."

"ah, ah..." kaeya wagged his pointer teasingly, lips lifted to show that charming grin you badly wanted to kiss off, "where are your manners? did no one tell you that it's bad to eavesdrop?”

"i really don't want to hear that from you, mr. i-hang-around-the-tavern-for-wine-not-gossip."

with a huff of amusement, kaeya approached you, arms wrapping around your waist as he pulls you close. "i concede. how long have you been awake?"

"i wasn't sleeping. i'm always too tired to greet you properly nowadays so... i wanted to do it right this time around."

"darling i—"

"now, don't do that. don't apologize. you did nothing wrong."

you breathed out, incredibly relieved to finally have him in your arms after what felt like years. his sweet perfume that was reminiscent of sandalwood and coffee invaded your senses and it truly felt like coming home.

"you know..." you started, pinning your chin to his shoulder as your eyes found solace on the undisturbed crib. "i was aware that this situation would be hard to adjust to. it's entirely new for the both of us and given what you went through, i could only imagine what it's like for you."

he could feel you breathe — feel your pulse — and it calmed him as strange as it sounded to the untrained ear.

"i know that you don't see yourself being a good father but i do and your child does as well. and sure, maybe you won't ever be the perfect father but we don't expect that from you. that's too high and too cruel to be set on your, or anyone's, shoulders. you being here tonight? that just proves you're already so much better than many others."

"we'll get through this together— hey, wait." you pulled back, concern dripping on your face as you felt water droplets against your nightwear. "don't cry. it doesn't suit your pretty face."

kaeya let out a watery laugh, hands moving to wipe the tears that unknowingly started to fall from your eyes as well, "nor does it suit yours."

"and theirs, as well." you followed his gaze to the source of the quiet snores that filled the room. "look at me."

kaeya interlaced your hands, placing them against his chest that throbbed painfully in newfound determination, "i'll do everything for you two if it meant you'll be happy and safe. both of you... you're so special and i'll try to be a father and a husband you both could be proud of."

"honey," you sighed, overjoyed and content, "you already are."

there were so many unpredictable things in the world but they meant very little to kaeya — not when he’s happy, not when he’s loved, and not when he finally found people he could confidently call his family.

━━ ☆ NOTES: hello! thanks for requesting. i may or may not have slightly derailed from the original topic but i hope you still liked it nevertheless!

━━ ☆ SIMILAR WORKS: dad!au masterlist

[cryondstadt]

THIS.

soft kaeya headcanons because i hate fanon kaeya

cw: none! 100% fluff with boyfriend!kaeya, gender neutral reader, they/them pronouns, kaeya being the best boy, modern day!AU

a/n: so yeah, i can't stand fanon kaeya. he's actually lonely and such a gentleman :( he just has a "flirty" way of speaking, he's not a womanizer for the love of god. if you listen to the characters' voice lines about him it makes you kinda sad :(

kaeya is such a sweetheart

he would be a very attentive boyfriend, always making sure he's giving you enough attetion, and always reminding you how much he loves you

i believe his love language is physical touch and quality time, preferably these two together. it's not unusual for him to offer walks around the city (or anywhere, really, he just wants to be in your company)

holds your hand in public every. single. time. you two go out. he's so proud and so happy to have you, he won't waste one single opportunity to show you off, and also show that you belong to him, and he belongs to you

oh, someone's bothering you in public? some idiot can't understand the meaning of "no"? in the blink of an eye, kaeya is beside you, passing his arm on your waist and silently staring at the person up and down, intimidating them enough for them to leave as soon as he arrives

i don't really see him as the jealous/possessive type. of course, like i said, he won't hesitate to step up to take you out of an uncomfortable situation, but if you two are in public and he sees someone looking at you, he'll just think "i know, they're mesmerizing, aren't they?"

that being said, he does get insecure sometimes. he doesn't have an excellent self-steem (contrary to popular belief), and because of that he often thinks he doesn't deserve good things, you being one of them. that's when you come in with words of reassurance

the first time he oppened up to you about his insecurities and you started to reassure him and compliment him, as a person and as a boyfriend, he cried. he cried in front of you for the first time, that was such a special moment for him, he felt like he finally found someone who understood him and wasn't going to leave him or be a backstabber

after that, he felt even more safe around you. he felt that he didn't have to mold a persona, he could just be himself around you, in public and in private

i have a feeling he randonly likes to give you flowers. no specific ocasions, days or flowers, he'll just give you any flower he finds pretty (they remind him of you, duh)

he ALWAYS calls you either "love" or "darling". your contact is saved on his phone as "my darling <3"

since in the game he always wears an eyepatch, i have a hc he actually has heterochromia. he used to be bullied as a kid because of it, that's why he started to wear contact lenses, until one day he slept over for the first time and you woke up before him

you started kissing his face to wake him up, and when he did, he oppened his eyes and you saw how his eyes really were: one blue and one green. the most beautiful shade of green you have ever seen. you carefully grabbed his face and whispered "why have you been hiding this from me? it's so beautiful"

it took him a second to understand, and when he did, he panicked, trying to get out of your grasp. you just smiled and told him how handsome, beautiful and pretty he is. that was the second time he cried in front of you

and it was also the last time you saw the lenses

kaeya loves to tease you. he loves to make you blush and see you flustered. 9 out of 10 times he knows he'll get a slap on his arm, but he just laughs it off. he knows you actually enjoy it

he always wakes up before you, and every single day there is a "good morning, love. have a good day <3" text on your phone. he also goes to sleep after you, and even though you are already sleeping, he always sends a "have sweet dreams, darling" text to you

he's your personal hype man on social media. he'll always like and comment on your photos. depending on his humor, you might find wholesome comments ("stunning as always, darling"), sometimes teasing comments ("great photo, i wonder who the photographer is". spoiler: it's him), and, rarelly, spicy ones ("those clothes look beautiful on you. they would look better on my floor though")

overall, he's a gentleman who will always put you first. he's someone who needs to be reminded once in a while that he is loved and deserves good things. gladly he has you, right?

[cryondstadt]

random hc that diluc likes to feed the stray cats of mond & now they threaten to blow his cover every time he goes vigilante 

[cryondstadt]

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

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

word count - 3549

genre - fluff

format - headcanons + blurbs

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

summary - good morning kisses with the boys :)

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

diluc—☆

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

more characters utc!

kaeya—☆

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

albedo—☆

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

childe/tartaglia—☆

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

zhongli—☆

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

xiao—☆

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

kaedehara kazuha—☆

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

scaramouche—☆

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"is that why you hold my hand?"

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

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

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

dainsleif—☆

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

thoma—☆

thoma's got a strict schedule he needs to maintain

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

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

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

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

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

arataki itto—☆

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

gorou—☆

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

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

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

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

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

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

date published: february 7th, 2022

[cryondstadt]

Kaeya, Diluc, and Jean Headcanon...

Before Diluc's self-imposed expedition; he, Kaeya, and Jean used to be as close of a trio as any. They always trained together, ate together, and spent as much time together as possible.

After Diluc and Kaeya's falling out, she focused more on a traumatized and grieving Kaeya who didn't know how to use his new Vision and had just lost his family for the second time. By the time Diluc returned, Jean had helped Kaeya grow into the confident man he is in the game and their friendship is all the stronger for it.

While things remained tense between Kaeya and Diluc, Jean decided to take the role of mediator and keeping the two of them in line. She calls either one out if she feels they've gone too far.

She wishes things could go back to how they used to be.

[cryondstadt]

JgjdNSDHSJ this is so adORABLE

- Headache -

Tw: None I can think of

Wc: I genuinely have no idea this time I didn’t write it in word

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Some genshin men taking care of headaches

A/N: Inspired by the headache I got a few days ago // yes it’s short don’t mind it 😽😽

Masterlist -> <3

Diluc

Lets you gladly rest on his lap

He’s kind of worried??? Like did you drink enough water?? Are you resting enough??? 🤨

Can and will massage your temples-

Will bring you to your bed!!!!

And if you don’t want to lay down and insist on doing work?

Well too bad you’re in his embrace now and he isn’t going to allow you to sit behind your desk any time soon-

Cuddle time!! :D

Childe

Gasp???

🤯

His sweetheart?? In pain??? Unacceptable

You can apparently get headaches after fighting for too long

And we know how much this dude loves fighting

So Esu’s conclusion *drumroll*

He roughly knows what to do 🎉

Stays with you the whole time though because he cares :((

I think he attempted to drink his headache away by drinking firewater…

But you didn’t hear that from me- 🚶‍♂️

Kaeya

Also knows what to do

Probably has headaches himself so he’s experienced ✨

He was hungover many times- :(

Sweetie please drink less it’s not good for you-

Anywho- 💃

Painkillers???? Definitely has them laying somewhere

And those cold hands of his??? Heavenly.

Put them on y/n’s forehead right now!!

Zhongli

🚶‍♂️

That’s him

On his way to the kitchen

To brew you some headache yoinking tea 👌

🏃‍♂️

And this is him

Running to Bubu pharmacy for some medicine and painkillers

Can you believe he has his wallet with him??? Damn. 😳👌

Anything and everything for you y/n!!

Will massage your temples for hours if needed

I want him in my arms like rn 🫣

Albedo

Knows 186 ways to get rid of a headache

Probably has headaches from fatigue bc hE BARELY SLEEPS DUE TO HIS ALL NIGHTERS 🤡

Oh? You came in his office with a headache?? Mans stopped with his current work to make a head-ache curing potion

Yes, that exists in teyvat

Source: trust me bro 😽

He’s a funky little man with his funky little potions let him

But he stopped his work for you??? y/n privilege I see 😳

Allows you to rest on his shoulder whilst continuing with his work <3

Thoma

No ur in pain :(

He’s a malewife he got this 😼

Kisses your temples before bringing a good ass pain killer

And not only that

This man makes you some amazing food and tea

Nutrients are important peeps, go eat and drink after reading this

Literally forces you to lay down and take a nap

tHIS IS A PERFECT CHANCE TO LAY IN HIS ARMS ;););)

Ayato

Is the cause of ur headache

No jk, love you hydro daddy <33

He’s genuinely clueless I’m so sorry y’all

Offers to kiss your pain away though <33

Spoilers: it lowkey works

Puts your head on his chest and pulls you on his lap

Also drapes a blanket over you because it’s comfy and warm and he loves you

Falls asleep with you after a short while becAUSE HE OVERWORKS- 🧍‍♀️

Ayato, honey pls stop, spend quality time with y/n instead :(

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Taglist: -> @escapeis @x-zho

[cryondstadt]

Getting Mistaken for a Couple | Albedo + Kaeya Headcanons

Oh how I'd love to be mistaken for their lover <3

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

Albedo

The honest mistake doesn't phase him as much as it phases you.

It's not like he's been particularly flirty towards you, but he's able to rationalize why people might think you're an item.

"Hmm...I suppose human beings of the opposite gender hanging out one-on-one does raise romantic suspicions...It's also interesting to note that people seem to derive joy from imagining one person being with another."

Just wait til someone finally explains shipping culture to him.

If you're not bothered by it, he's not bothered by it, either. If anything, it's flattering to him in a way. It just goes to show how close the two of you have grown.

If it makes you uncomfortable, he'll kindly correct the commenter's mistake. He'll also try to think up some ways the two of you can still hang out without onlookers getting the wrong message. Though he's not sure how having you assist him with his alchemy has led people to their romantic speculations.

(Maybe it's because he's always glancing at you out of the corner of his eye ☺).

However, Albedo notes how his chest gets all warm and fuzzy at the idea. He's not really sure why, but when he looks back at you and considers the person's words, a small smile forms on his face.

Being your partner doesn't sound half bad, at least in his mind.

Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to try out some romantic experiments...he's curious to find out the results they would yield.

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

Kaeya

Amused, to say the least. He didn't know you two were so close that you were getting mistaken for a couple!

"Oh? I thought we were doing a good job at hiding our romantic attraction towards one another. We really must work on our displays of affection in public~"

He just can't help himself okay. It's Kaeya.

He'll eventually clear up the misunderstanding with the stranger, stating that you're just a very good friend of his. He appreciates that people think he of all people is worthy of your love though.

Yes, he sneaks in compliments towards you while correcting the person. Kaeya thinks very highly of you. He finds himself lucky to be your friend. But to be considered your lover? That's a great honor.

If the misunderstanding made you uncomfortable, Kaeya offers for you to join him at the Angel's Share for some drinks. His treat, of course! There the regular patrons know who you are and won't ask any odd questions the townsfolk might.

He also uses the situation to make Diluc feel bad for the two of you and give you a discount lol.

But at the end of the night when you're chatting lively to the other patrons in the bar, cheeks lightly flushed from your drinks, Kaeya can't help but smile fondly at you, thinking about how much he'd like to be your real lover after all.

He doesn't want to ruin the friendship between the two of you, but his mind keeps revisiting the idea of being yours. You being his. And the thought is intoxicating.

Maybe he can convince Master Diluc to give him some drinks on the house for some liquid courage. When it comes to you, the only person who manages to make him flustered and tongue-tied, he's gonna need it.