you have been bamboozled i am so sorry. there is no genshin code.
INSTEAD!!
there is a chance to revive the interaction culture of genshinblr 2021/2022!
remember when asks were soooo common, love letters even more common – ebg games filled dashes, tagging EVERYONE in ask games, reblogs with TAGS and COMMENTS and silly thoughts just all around??? (mostly probably because we were chronically online!)
good times!
now when we look at interaction, we see... 11 reblogs. 400 likes. 24 reblogs. 600 likes. and das not good yall! it's only making genshinblrs more demotivated to create and interact ANYTHING. we need to bring these interactions back!!!
start by:
sending a shit ton of asks
reblogging with TAGS and COMMENTS!!!!!!!
revive tag games!
start events and games! interact with people!
just send silly stuff to your mutuals and people in your notifications!!!!
ACTUALLY ask people stuff during ask games!
send checkups / reminders to your friends!
send love letters to your mutuals! no inhibitions here!
we can still create and revive that sweet, sweet culture of 2021 genshinblr <3 and i promise, it'll benefit everyone!!! maybe your interaction will go up, maybe you'll have new friends – it doesn't hurt to try <3
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Strawberry Cheesecake – Tartaglia/Childe x gn!reader
A/N: Just a little something I wrote for my favorite ginger’s birthday. Hope you enjoy! <3 This fic contains spoilers for Childe’s real name, in case you don’t know about that yet. Pls don't let this flop.
Childe woke up when a particularly bright sun beam fell on his face, successfully dazzling him even with his eyes closed. For a brief moment, he considered burying his face in his pillow and trying to get back to sleep and the peaceful dream he had had about his snow-covered homeland but he was way too lazy to move. Instead, he threw his arm over his eyes in an attempt to block out the sunlight, only to jolt up just a few seconds later.
Sunlight?! What time was it?
He rubbed his eyes before squinting at the clock on the bedside table. Almost 10 am.
“What the…” Childe couldn’t remember the last time he had slept in. Usually, he got up quite early and on some days, he even was out and about before sunrise. Not that it hadn’t been nice to get a few more hours of sleep but it still was strange that he hadn’t woken up earlier.
With a yawn, he stretched his back; then he crawled out of bed and plodded to the bathroom to get dressed and brush his teeth. From the kitchen, he could hear you humming the song that had been stuck in your head over the past few days, followed by the clattering of crockery and cutlery as well as a muffled curse. Whatever you were doing, it wasn’t going too well, Childe assumed. Maybe he should check on you, just in case.
With that thought in mind, he made his way to the kitchen. On first glance, everything looked fine, aside from the pile of dirty dishes in the sink that definitely hadn’t been there yesterday when he had gone to bed. But who cared about dirty dishes anyway when you were there right in front of him, wearing one of his shirts over your dark sweatpants?
“Morning,” he finally said.
“Good morning, starshine,” you greeted him, a beaming smile spreading on your face as you rushed to his side to press a kiss to his cheek. He looked back at you, ocean colored eyes still full of sleep. “Hey there.”
Mornings with him had always been your favorite time of the day. In these moments, he had nothing in common with the fierce and dauntless warrior so many people feared. He wasn’t the charming and seemingly carefree diplomat either. In moments like this, he was just Ajax, a young man with messy, ginger hair sticking out into all possible and impossible directions, not fully awake yet and immeasurably adorable for this very reason.
“Why didn’t you wake me up?” he asked, trying to stifle a yawn – without much success. With a soft laugh, you turned around to face him. “Because it’s your birthday, silly. And because you clearly needed some rest.”
He blinked, dumbfounded. “Oh.”
“Don’t tell me you have forgotten your own birthday.”
“I think that might be the case.”
“Oh Ajax,” you laughed, kissing him again. Sometimes he was just too cute to handle.
“So…” he said when you pulled away, peeking over your shoulder at the kitchen counters where you had piled up a kitchen scale, various bowls, cups and even two baking pans, one of them containing something that vaguely resembled a cheesecake. A slightly burnt cheesecake, just to be precise. “Is my birthday the reason you decided to turn our kitchen into a mess?”
With a pout that couldn’t quite hide the sheepish smile that tugged at the corners of your mouth, you poked his chest. “Don’t be mean. I was trying to prepare a cake for you.”
“It seems like you weren’t particularly successful with that.”
You sighed. “I got distracted and forgot to take it out of the oven. But I think it’s still edible.”
“Even if it were poisonous, I’d still try it,” Childe reassured you with that soft, genuine smile that never failed to make you weak in the knees. “I wouldn’t want you to think that I don’t appreciate your efforts, sweetheart.”
You wrapped your arms around his neck. “You’re awfully sweet today.”
“My charm just comes naturally, I guess,” he replied, his smile slowly turning into a grin as you rolled your eyes. “I take it back. You’re insufferable.”
“But you love me.”
“Of course I do,” you said and pecked his lips before you released him from your hug and started to shove him out of the kitchen. “Give me a few minutes to finish the cake, okay?”
Childe hummed in response, quickly stealing another kiss from you before he made his way into the living room. On the dining table, there was a small bouquet of flowers as well as a cheesy birthday card, and he couldn’t help but smile at the sight. Every time you did these kind of things for him, he felt like he was going to melt on the spot, even though you probably would have insisted that flowers, a card and a birthday cake weren’t that special. But to him, they were, even more so because he could still remember the years where no one had cared about his birthday at all. And just the fact that you had let him sleep in while you struggled with a cake, knowing very well that he would’ve helped you without even complaining, was enough to make him feel incredibly loved.
He sat down at the table, absent-mindedly staring at the flowers, wondering how he deserved someone like you, until you appeared in the doorframe and cleared your throat. “Ta-da,” you said. “A birthday cake. Hey, don’t you dare laughing at this masterpiece,” you quickly added when you realized that Childe was actually having a hard time to keep a straight face. You had decorated the cheesecake with a hilarious amount of strawberries to hide the burnt top and even managed to stick a bunch of brightly colored birthday candles in there.
“Okay, you’re right, it looks horrible,” you admitted, joining in his laughter after taking another look at the cake and setting it down on the table. “But it’s better than nothing, right? Now, please blow out these candles and make a wish before I actually consider throwing the whole thing out and buying you a proper cake.”
Without any hesitation, Childe shook his head. “Please don’t. It’s perfect.”
You then watched him blowing out the candles and closing his eyes to make a wish, and before you even realized what you were doing, you had already stepped closer to him. You leaned in and brushed your lips against his temple before you pressed a tender kiss to his still closed eyelids, then to his cheeks and the corners of his mouth.
“Happy Birthday, Ajax,” you whispered against his lips, and he pulled you into his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist in a tight hug as he indulged in the absolute bliss and peace he always felt when you were so close to him. “Thank you, sweetheart,” he whispered back. “For everything.”
Thank you so much for reading! <3 If you enjoyed it, please consider reblogging and/or leaving some feedback. I’d really appreciate the support!
Taglist: @the-gayest-sky-kid @shanmie @genshinparty @somemothgoingferal @aphrodicts-imagination
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