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[kiyoominous]

you ask him to open a jar that you superglued shut.

includes: xiao, zhongli, ayato, thoma, and itto.

warnings: gender neutral reader, fluff.

notes: please this is the favorite thing i've written so far.

xiao.

xiao prided himself on always being available when you needed help. so when you called him and presented him with a tightly shut jar, xiao was more than accepting to help you open it. 

except that he couldn’t.

xiao frowned when the lid didn’t budge. he tried again, repositioning his hands on jar, but still the lid refused to moved. and then again. and again.

it was only when you let out a quiet wheeze did xiao stop. he looked up and saw you, your face flushed from trying to hold back your laughter, tears almost coming your eyes. 

“what?” he asked, slightly defensive. “what are you laughing at?”

“you,” you got out between laughs. prephaps not the best way to put it. at that, xiao raised flushed in embarassment, and you rushed to catch your breath and explain. 

xiao couldn’t believe he’d been had. especially by you. he threatened to never come to your aid again, especially not for such another “stupid” request. when you pointed out that was an empty threat, xiao only stalked off, not saying another word. 

poor xiao. all he wanted to do was help you. now all he could do was sulk in the corner like a scolded puppy, a perpetual frown on his face for the rest of the day. 

you better apologize. 

zhongli.

zhongli had faced many hardships and challenges in his few thousand years of life, but the small jar in front of him was proving to be one of the toughest yet. 

he underestimated its potential when you handed it to him with what he thought was a simple request. zhongli might have even laughed if he got it on the first try after your futile attempts. but he had lost count of how many times he tried to failed to unscrew the lid, and he no longer felt like laughing now. 

“it’s like,” he said as he tried yet again, “you superglued it shut.”

“no, i didn’t.” your answer, too quick. too defensive. too prepared. 

zhongli paused mid attempt. he glanced up at you, and you saw the realization slowly dawn on him. “you did superglue it shut.”

you shook your head and said again, “what? no, i wouldn’t have, i swear it.” 

your smile was nervous and forced and completely guilty. it faltered as zhongli put the jar down, crossed his arms, and gave you a disapproving look. “was this really the best prank you could come up with?”

“i’d like to see you do anything better.”

“is that a challenge?” zhongli asked. he didn’t let you answer. “if so, then i gladly accept. just be warned, [you]. i won’t be holding back.”

his eyes twinkled with all things mischievous. although you might have won this round, you suspected that zhongli would have the last laugh after all. 

ayato.

ayato, ever the intellectual, didn’t at first try to unscrew the jar. instead, he immediately began to run it under warm water. then, very unceremoniously, ayato whacked the jar against the countertop. after a few hard strikes, he then attempted to unscrew the lid. 

imagine his surprise when his methods of loosening the jar didn’t work. he tried again to the same result. 

you should have stopped him then. told him it was a prank, had your laugh, and rested on your laurels. 

but no, you decided to wait and prolong the humorous display before you. you watched as ayato moved around the kitchen, grabbing anything and everything that could aid him in his quest to open your jar. a spoon to wedge open the lid. a paper towel to wrap around the base. a bottle opener to try and break the seal. 

every single method that could have been found on a random blog was now being done in your kitchen. when, at last, ayato exhausted all his various items after failed attempt after failed attempt, you expected him to give up. 

but his face somehow began more determined. you were about to admit to your prank when he cautioned, “stay back.”

you were about to ask why when the flash of ayato’s vision and the quick movements of a hydro sword stopped you. it was over in an instant, and in its wake your jar—

your eyes widened. it was cut cleanly in half. 

“well, that certainly did the trick,” ayato said, quite proud of himself.

you stuttered out a string of incomprehensible noises, unable to fully process what just happened.

“although, i might have gone a little too far.” it was only then did you realize that ayato had not only sliced the jar in half, but the entire countertop, too. cleanly down the middle. ayato shrugged. “oh, well.”

you really should have stopped him earlier.

thoma.

how could you do this to poor, sweet thoma? your boyfriend trusted you entirely and genuinely thought you just needed help opening a particularly stubborn jar. 

now he only felt bad that he couldn’t. and you didn’t have the heart to admit it was a prank, not after he called ayato and ayaka for advice on how to help you. not after he watched several youtube videos on how to open it. not after he consulted google for the better part of an hour. 

you knew that you had to eventually, but as of right now, you were in too deep. prephaps if you got him to stop trying and told him later, it would soften the blow. 

“it’s okay,” you said to thoma as he tried yet again. “it’s really fine. i didn’t really need it opened.”

but thoma would not listen. he steeled himself to try again and—

nothing. the lid didn’t budge. the jar remained perfectly shut. 

and then your worst fears were realized to be true when thoma put his head down and started to sob. you opened you mouth as he practically shook from crying so violently. the frustration had finally got to him.

“no, thoma, please stop!” you said frantically, immediately pushing the cursed jar away from him. 

“if i can’t do this for you, what can i do?”

“don’t say that!” you insisted. and then, without thinking, “it’s just a prank! i glued it shut—“

“so you admit to it?” thoma looked up. no tears stained his cheeks. his voice was completely normal. a hint of a smile even laced his lips. “you admit to pranking me?”

you blinked in surprise. you were played.

thoma trusted you entirely, and he knew you even better. the way you handed him that jar with an innocent little smile… he knew. he knew before you even opened your mouth.

thoma, one. you, zero.

itto.

the first time it wasn’t a prank. when you needed help the previous night to open a subborn jar, you asked itto because you genuinely couldn’t do it yourself. 

“that was nothing!” he boasted after opening the jar with ease. “i could do that blindfolded and upside down, [you]. are you sure you just didn’t want to see how awesome i am?”

“i loosened it,” you protested.

“yeah, yeah,” he dismissed you. itto continued in a carefree tone, “listen! it’s fine. i don’t mind help you out. i can open any jar you give me, i promise.”

you raised an eyebrow at that last part. and now, standing before itto once again, a jar you superglued shut the night before in your hands, you decided to see if itto could really make good on his promise. either that, or recieve a rude awakening. 

as judging by the amount of glue you used, it was going to be the latter. 

“can you please help me with this one?” you asked. your blinked your eyes up at him in a show of innocence. your smug smile was hidden underneath a small pout as you pretended the jar had gotten the best of you. 

“another one?” itto asked in mock exasperation. he grabbed the jar from you and said, “watch and learn.”

itto twisted, and—

it opened. the jar opened. itto had opened the jar as if you hadn’t poured an entire bottle of superglue on the lid and rim. 

your mouth dropped open. itto offered it back to you and asked, “why do you look so surprised?”

“i…” your voice trailed off. telling itto would only further fuel his ego. and you really didn’t want to deal with him talking about it the rest of the night. “i’m not surpised. thanks for… yeah. thanks.”

itto gaze you a puzzled look. then he shrugged and said, “what’d i tell you? i told you i could open any jar.”

you could only nod in agreement. itto had no idea just how correct that statement was.

[kiyoominous]

hello lovely! congrats on 200 followers!💖💕 i’m so happy & excited for you! your event is so cute🥺 for the event could i please request a letter from diluc in red ink with bubble stickers & a wax seal?💕

a letter to lunargrapejuice

pairing: diluc/reader

content: fluff, comfort

author's note: honestly, i don't know why this took me so long T_T but to my lovely mutual lunargrapejuice, here is your love letter! please ready the corny parts as diluc possessing my fingers to write, not me. he's just a little awkward guys. 

to my dear (name), 

i hope this letter finds you well. perhaps it's a little too formal for me to handwrite my comfort and affections but adelinde suggested i try it out. after all, you always have your nose buried deep in your books, i would hope that written word would... speak to you more. 

it pains me when i do see you upset. whether it's at me or not, i can feel something twist inside me. this is not at all a way to guilt trip you into always feeling bright and chipper, i'm just worried. i wish i could shoulder all of your burdens for you because your smile is just as important to me as every single part of you. even the bad parts. 

do you know the story of the phoenix? it is a beautiful bird that exits the world through a show of flickering flames. it burns bright and bold before all that remains is ash. a sad predicament for such a prized bird, really. that's what i used to think anyway. but somehow, in the pile of soot and charcoal, it rises once again. resurrecting to live once more. 

if there is anything that the phoenix's tale has taught me, it's that mistake after mistake, i can become new again. i can take the dust of the past and be reborn once more. you are my beautiful phoenix. please remember that your dark moments don't last forever, you can rise from your ashes and continue to soar as you always do. 

i love you dearly. there isn't a single word, phrase or book that could begin to express how ardently i care for you. for me, you have made mondstadt summers brighter and the snow of winter less chilling. keep this letter to read over and over so that you never forget my love for you. if you want to, of course. 

yours, 

diluc 

[kiyoominous]

the worm (me) is back

[kiyoominous]

hello lovely! congrats on 200 followers!💖💕 i’m so happy & excited for you! your event is so cute🥺 for the event could i please request a letter from diluc in red ink with bubble stickers & a wax seal?💕

a letter to lunargrapejuice

pairing: diluc/reader

content: fluff, comfort

author's note: honestly, i don't know why this took me so long T_T but to my lovely mutual lunargrapejuice, here is your love letter! please ready the corny parts as diluc possessing my fingers to write, not me. he's just a little awkward guys. 

to my dear (name), 

i hope this letter finds you well. perhaps it's a little too formal for me to handwrite my comfort and affections but adelinde suggested i try it out. after all, you always have your nose buried deep in your books, i would hope that written word would... speak to you more. 

it pains me when i do see you upset. whether it's at me or not, i can feel something twist inside me. this is not at all a way to guilt trip you into always feeling bright and chipper, i'm just worried. i wish i could shoulder all of your burdens for you because your smile is just as important to me as every single part of you. even the bad parts. 

do you know the story of the phoenix? it is a beautiful bird that exits the world through a show of flickering flames. it burns bright and bold before all that remains is ash. a sad predicament for such a prized bird, really. that's what i used to think anyway. but somehow, in the pile of soot and charcoal, it rises once again. resurrecting to live once more. 

if there is anything that the phoenix's tale has taught me, it's that mistake after mistake, i can become new again. i can take the dust of the past and be reborn once more. you are my beautiful phoenix. please remember that your dark moments don't last forever, you can rise from your ashes and continue to soar as you always do. 

i love you dearly. there isn't a single word, phrase or book that could begin to express how ardently i care for you. for me, you have made mondstadt summers brighter and the snow of winter less chilling. keep this letter to read over and over so that you never forget my love for you. if you want to, of course. 

yours, 

diluc 

[kiyoominous]

diluc skin is so sexy ngl!! i WILL be paying real real money for his high ponytail

[kiyoominous]

WHISPERED PROMISES.

love, oh love. it works in many mysterious ways, but really, does it have to hurt so much?

k. ayato, k. kazuha, dainsleif x gn!reader (separate). side ayaka x gn!reader in ayato’s.

bittersweet. in general noble!au; fallen noble!au in kazuha’s specifically; bodyguard!au for dain’s. i enjoy this trope (read; noble) quite a lot actually

note: if you’d let me give u pinky promise kisses then i wouldn’t have to scream your name atop of every roof in the city of my hearttttt

K. AYATO — CYPRESSUS CUSTOS.

kamisato ayato never thought that he’d be anything but first.

he is the head of the kamisato clan, the most wanted and eligible man in the whole of inazuma — and yet, even though he has thousands at his feet, he wants no one else than you.

but, even though he wants you (and perhaps, the small conversations and time spent drinking tea together tells him you want him too), at the end of the day, he is a rational man. and precisely because he is a rational man and the head of the clan, it’s needs come first and before his own.

they’re powerful, his advisors whisper, but not powerful enough. (not powerful enough for him.) perhaps, we should arrange a wedding between them and the young lady. we could use their influence — but you need someone far more influential than them on your side.

he agrees — naturally he does. he is a rational man, after all. ayaka is good; better than he ever was or will be. she deserves you, far more than he does.

at the end of the day, it turns out he’s powerless, in a way; his influence limited and his hands tied behind his back. you are betrothed to another — to his own sister, for god’s sake, — to which he agreed himself. and so kamisato ayato comes second for the first time in his life.

it’s a bitter feeling.

K. KAZUHA — ACER PALMATUM.

you were supposed to get married.

“in comparison to me, you still do have a reputation to keep, dove.”

the art of pretending comes to kazuha quite easily. it always did, to be honest; to pretend to care on all the meetings, to pretend to care for all the rules, to pretend to care for the meaningless small talk. he’s mastered the art of it by now — so tell him, why does his heart hurt when pain flashes through your face?

it was always him and you, you and him. you were inseparable since you were kids — not that you knew it was but a simple plan on your parents’ part to make your future wedding much easier. and it was all going so well, so well, until the kaedehara clan lost it all. in a blink of an eye, kazuha was no one and the engagement was called off immediately.

“will i ever see you again?” you ask, voice just above a whisper, toying with the ring he gave you when the both of you were fifteen.

“naturally.”

he lies to you for the first and the last time.

DAINSLEIF — THE TWILIGHT SWORD.

this is perhaps one of many curses that dainsleif bears with him in his heart — to watch the one he loves be so close but so far out of his reach at the same time.

he is not supposed to be the one to gift you flowers; he is not the one supposed to see your smile; he is not the one that is supposed to hold your hands and he is definitely not the one that is supposed to have the right to love you.

and yet, he still does all of those things. quietly. gently. shyly. in a way only he can — in a way only the closest bodyguard of yours can. in a way only dainsleif can.

because, that’s what he wants to feel like — only dainsleif, no one more and no one less. because with you, it finally feels enough. his heart does not ache as much as it usually does and the sword feels lighter in his hand.

yet it is not enough. because at the end of the day, he is the twilight sword and you are one of the khaenri’ah royal family’s heirs.

he would never be enough. not in this lifetime, at least.

[kiyoominous]

dear diary, for the first time in months, i spent at least an hour putting on makeup. for a boy. not even for a date, i will probably be making eye contact with him though.

[kiyoominous]

…. guys i think i’m in love with dainsleif now

[kiyoominous]

who's a good boy?

blurb: your beloved has been magically graced with... animal ears! and a tail to boot! i wonder how they feel about them... but most importantly, how do you feel about them?

characters: kaeya, diluc and thoma

content: fluff, crack, alcohol mention in kaeya's

author's note: i saw a similar prompt a while ago that was like this but reversed but i cannot for the life of me remember who wrote it. i'll link it when i do end up finding it! i am also going to say that i'm not an animal expert so some of the body language may be incorrect!

kaeya with bunny ears!!

the cavalry captain with bunny ears and a ball of fluff for a tail. now wouldn't that be a sight for sore eyes?

it's exactly what he deserves after absentmindedly pouring a few strange liquids into one of albedo's abandoned experiments and then drinking it afterwards.

kaeya will not shut up about them. in fact, he'd plan out his wardrobe specifically to be able to show off his new ears and tail. sure, it's not the most professional but you've got to flaunt what you've got, right?

if he catches your eyes lingering on his recently sprouted parts, he'll do anything in his power to tease you for even glancing at them in the first place. whatever, you still win anyway. kaeya will eventually cave in and let you pet them.

on one your regular visits with him to angel's share, he had a few too many to drink. as you coaxed him out of another drink, you spotted his tail wagging. only a rabbit expert would know that it was... a sign of defiance.

"another... death after noon, charles." kaeya drunkenly mumbles. in a sudden mood of contentment — or perhaps just a normal after-work thought — kaeya insisted on sojourning to the tavern for a few drinks and a laugh with his new ears and tail.

he had a few drinks, alright.

charles looks curiously at the blue-haired man, clearly wanting to avoid mixing him another glass. to his fortune, you sat right next to him making all sorts of gestures to tell him 'absolutely no more drinks.'

"sorry captain, no can do. you've downed quite a few death after noons this evening." he quickly replies.

"you're no fun, charles." the drunken man of interest sulks. the bartender simply chuckles under his breath and your laughter follows.

kaeya's bunny ears lay flat behind his head as he drowns in his sorrows, as one may dramatically put it. this is definitely not an image you'd see during the day, when he stands tall as a leader of the knights. with his ears usually perked and alert, it's cute to see him reduced to floppy ears.

as you observe his slumped figure, something catches your attention from the corner of your eye. a movement of white. your eyes follow the curvature of his back until they reach his rear, where his tail is swinging back and forth.

"charles, look." you quietly gesture to kaeya's wagging tail. "do you know what that's supposed to mean?"

"that's usually an act of rebellion, almost like he's saying 'you're not the boss of me' or something to that effect."

oh holy barbatos, spare your weary soul. you already knew your partner could be a dramatic man but to see it manifested in a flicking tail? what an affectionate stake to the heart. fawning over your boyfriend aside, there was a much bigger mission to attend to; getting his more-than-tipsy self back home.

"you're way too drunk, my love. we're going home." you whisper in his ear.

"nooooo..." his whine is accompanied with a quick flick of his tail.

"come on, let's go now."

"not... yet..." another wag from his tail.

"you have work tomorrow, kaeya." an unintelligible noise leaves his lips as his tail shakes side to side once more.

it takes a prayer to the anemo archon and the willpower of a boar to lift kaeya from the bar and then promptly dragging him out of the tavern. you shouts your thanks to charles as you walk through the door, being quick to turn to your lover. he hasn't quite passed out yet but his ear's are flopped forward this time, almost obscuring the gentle smile he's wearing on his face.

oh you are going to have a field trip with this after kaeya sobers up.

diluc with cat ears!!

cats are adorable, diluc is adorable, so the both combined would be wonderful!

a new set of ears isn't something he'd normally wake up to. he didn't eat or drink anything weird... perhaps it's delusional but something tells him that this is the work of an abyss mage.

the young ragvindr is not happy with this outcome. displeased, undignified and embarrassed are all appropriate words to describe his emotions towards his new appendages.

you, on the other hand, are so enthralled by diluc's new look. seeing the twinkle in your eyes as you pet his pointy ears makes the moment a little more bearable. only just a little though.

to humour yourself, you tried meowing at him to see if he'd return the favour. all you got back was a deadpan stare and a half-hearted huff. guess the abyss mage's spell wasn't strong enough to turn him a little more animalistic.

it's a quiet afternoon in the manor. diluc is busying himself in the love seat with another thick novel and you're lounging on the chaise next to him, watching in awe. it's quite amusing to watch him read as it is but adding cat parts to the equation? hilarious. occasionally, his ears will twitch a little and if you're lucky, his tail will swish from side to side.

his new body parts were cat-like enough but how much of a feline was he? you muse that there's no better way to get your answers than to test a hypothesis.

so, you start meowing.

you only get a few quite mewls in before diluc places his book down solely to give you an unimpressed look.

"what are you doing?" there's a discontented tone in his query. though he sounds serious, you can find a silver of mirth dancing in his eyes if you look for long enough. determined to continue your experiment, you simply shrug off his irritation with a guilty grin.

"i, uh- just wanted to see if you would meow back?" with a snap of the fingers, his huffy demeanour cracks to reveal a half-hearted eye roll and a chuckle.

"you would enjoy that a little too much, wouldn't you?"

maybe you would. maybe the sight of seeing the all-business-no-party heir of dawn winery meowing like a new born kitten would entertain you to no end.

"i don't feel anything different if that's what you're wondering. i feel normal aside from the obvious... recent growths." diluc continues. surprise may not be evident in your face — what, with the way you're still blankly observing him — but you're astonished to know that after all this time, he's picked your brain apart enough to know exactly how you'd approach his cat parts.

a gentle silence passes and diluc has yet to return to his book. his ruby reds are too busy gazing into yours to even consider picking it back up. words always have a chance to bore him but your glittering eyes never will.

perhaps this little cat situation is... less than ideal but if there's anything he could do to see your sparkling smile, he would jump at the chance to do it. even if it's at the expense of his own dignity.

diluc brings a hand to your chin and pulls you closer to him, from the comfort of the chaise to the armrest of the love seat. "so, shall i humour you with your query?"

your eyes light up and giggles begin to quietly spill from your lips.

"oh i would be honoured to hear a meow straight from the diluc ragvindr's mouth."

thoma with dog ears!!

oh, thoma with a pair of dog ears and a beautifully fluffy tail would be a sight to behold indeed.

looks like ayato managed to make a meal so terrible that a pair of furry ears and an equally fluffy tail sprouted from thoma's head and back after he ate it. oops!

to be honest, he doesn't hate them! in his words, "they don't look too bad on me!" perhaps the only drawback would be how much more obvious his emotions would be.

the only thing that truely matters to him is your reaction to them. he would most definitely eat up all the attention you're showering him in, ears twitching and tail wagging in delight.

even though he's still thoma, just with a few extra parts, he has had the urge to bark like a dog more times than he'd like to admit... please don't tell anyone though

"you know, i've always wondered how it feels to be a dog getting head pats." thoma practically thinks out loud. he's lying with you on the plush mattress you share, head sitting in your lap and the rest of him curled around himself. both of your hands have found their way to his scalp, massaging and scratching the sweet spot between his ears.

"guess you don't have to wonder anymore then." you quietly reply.

"guess not."

a five minute petting session turns into a half-hour head and ear massage too quickly. your eyes flicker towards the window of your bedroom — the sun is starting to set. crap, both of you need to start dinner now.

with a knowing sigh, you turn to the quarter dog sitting in your lap. full dog even, with the way he simply is. thoma's eyes are contently shut and his euphoria is so clearly painted on his face. oh, it would break your heart to slip your fingers from his hair. unfortunately, duty calls and both your stomachs must be served as soon as possible.

carefully, you remove your fingers from his blonde locks and quietly rise from the mattress. but before your feet can even touch the hard wood flooring, you hear a squeaky whimper. there's no need to question where it came from when thoma's hands immediately clap over his mouth.

"i won't say anything. promise." you blurt out. there's a fear in his eyes that you've never seen before.

"please don't. if ayato even catches wind of this, i'll never hear the end of it."

a solemn nod and the promise is sealed. you feel a half-smile creep on your face as you grasp onto his hands, pulling him from the bed. "come on baby, time to make dinner." you coo.

after successfully dragging him from your bedroom, thoma lazily wraps his arms around your figure and settles his head in the crook of your neck. instinctively, you reach up to pet him and he instantly nuzzles into you. oh how he made you melt. as you both waddle your way to the kitchen, you feel a cool breeze around your hips that's also accompanied by something swinging back and forth.

thoma's tail is wagging very enthusiastically.

right then and there, you decide that now you could finally die happy.

[kiyoominous]

this is literally thoma it’s so canon

[kiyoominous]

everyone i have an announcement to make…… i love women .

[kiyoominous]

who's a good boy?

blurb: your beloved has been magically graced with... animal ears! and a tail to boot! i wonder how they feel about them... but most importantly, how do you feel about them?

characters: kaeya, diluc and thoma

content: fluff, crack, alcohol mention in kaeya's

author's note: i saw a similar prompt a while ago that was like this but reversed but i cannot for the life of me remember who wrote it. i'll link it when i do end up finding it! i am also going to say that i'm not an animal expert so some of the body language may be incorrect!

kaeya with bunny ears!!

the cavalry captain with bunny ears and a ball of fluff for a tail. now wouldn't that be a sight for sore eyes?

it's exactly what he deserves after absentmindedly pouring a few strange liquids into one of albedo's abandoned experiments and then drinking it afterwards.

kaeya will not shut up about them. in fact, he'd plan out his wardrobe specifically to be able to show off his new ears and tail. sure, it's not the most professional but you've got to flaunt what you've got, right?

if he catches your eyes lingering on his recently sprouted parts, he'll do anything in his power to tease you for even glancing at them in the first place. whatever, you still win anyway. kaeya will eventually cave in and let you pet them.

on one your regular visits with him to angel's share, he had a few too many to drink. as you coaxed him out of another drink, you spotted his tail wagging. only a rabbit expert would know that it was... a sign of defiance.

"another... death after noon, charles." kaeya drunkenly mumbles. in a sudden mood of contentment — or perhaps just a normal after-work thought — kaeya insisted on sojourning to the tavern for a few drinks and a laugh with his new ears and tail.

he had a few drinks, alright.

charles looks curiously at the blue-haired man, clearly wanting to avoid mixing him another glass. to his fortune, you sat right next to him making all sorts of gestures to tell him 'absolutely no more drinks.'

"sorry captain, no can do. you've downed quite a few death after noons this evening." he quickly replies.

"you're no fun, charles." the drunken man of interest sulks. the bartender simply chuckles under his breath and your laughter follows.

kaeya's bunny ears lay flat behind his head as he drowns in his sorrows, as one may dramatically put it. this is definitely not an image you'd see during the day, when he stands tall as a leader of the knights. with his ears usually perked and alert, it's cute to see him reduced to floppy ears.

as you observe his slumped figure, something catches your attention from the corner of your eye. a movement of white. your eyes follow the curvature of his back until they reach his rear, where his tail is swinging back and forth.

"charles, look." you quietly gesture to kaeya's wagging tail. "do you know what that's supposed to mean?"

"that's usually an act of rebellion, almost like he's saying 'you're not the boss of me' or something to that effect."

oh holy barbatos, spare your weary soul. you already knew your partner could be a dramatic man but to see it manifested in a flicking tail? what an affectionate stake to the heart. fawning over your boyfriend aside, there was a much bigger mission to attend to; getting his more-than-tipsy self back home.

"you're way too drunk, my love. we're going home." you whisper in his ear.

"nooooo..." his whine is accompanied with a quick flick of his tail.

"come on, let's go now."

"not... yet..." another wag from his tail.

"you have work tomorrow, kaeya." an unintelligible noise leaves his lips as his tail shakes side to side once more.

it takes a prayer to the anemo archon and the willpower of a boar to lift kaeya from the bar and then promptly dragging him out of the tavern. you shouts your thanks to charles as you walk through the door, being quick to turn to your lover. he hasn't quite passed out yet but his ear's are flopped forward this time, almost obscuring the gentle smile he's wearing on his face.

oh you are going to have a field trip with this after kaeya sobers up.

diluc with cat ears!!

cats are adorable, diluc is adorable, so the both combined would be wonderful!

a new set of ears isn't something he'd normally wake up to. he didn't eat or drink anything weird... perhaps it's delusional but something tells him that this is the work of an abyss mage.

the young ragvindr is not happy with this outcome. displeased, undignified and embarrassed are all appropriate words to describe his emotions towards his new appendages.

you, on the other hand, are so enthralled by diluc's new look. seeing the twinkle in your eyes as you pet his pointy ears makes the moment a little more bearable. only just a little though.

to humour yourself, you tried meowing at him to see if he'd return the favour. all you got back was a deadpan stare and a half-hearted huff. guess the abyss mage's spell wasn't strong enough to turn him a little more animalistic.

it's a quiet afternoon in the manor. diluc is busying himself in the love seat with another thick novel and you're lounging on the chaise next to him, watching in awe. it's quite amusing to watch him read as it is but adding cat parts to the equation? hilarious. occasionally, his ears will twitch a little and if you're lucky, his tail will swish from side to side.

his new body parts were cat-like enough but how much of a feline was he? you muse that there's no better way to get your answers than to test a hypothesis.

so, you start meowing.

you only get a few quite mewls in before diluc places his book down solely to give you an unimpressed look.

"what are you doing?" there's a discontented tone in his query. though he sounds serious, you can find a silver of mirth dancing in his eyes if you look for long enough. determined to continue your experiment, you simply shrug off his irritation with a guilty grin.

"i, uh- just wanted to see if you would meow back?" with a snap of the fingers, his huffy demeanour cracks to reveal a half-hearted eye roll and a chuckle.

"you would enjoy that a little too much, wouldn't you?"

maybe you would. maybe the sight of seeing the all-business-no-party heir of dawn winery meowing like a new born kitten would entertain you to no end.

"i don't feel anything different if that's what you're wondering. i feel normal aside from the obvious... recent growths." diluc continues. surprise may not be evident in your face — what, with the way you're still blankly observing him — but you're astonished to know that after all this time, he's picked your brain apart enough to know exactly how you'd approach his cat parts.

a gentle silence passes and diluc has yet to return to his book. his ruby reds are too busy gazing into yours to even consider picking it back up. words always have a chance to bore him but your glittering eyes never will.

perhaps this little cat situation is... less than ideal but if there's anything he could do to see your sparkling smile, he would jump at the chance to do it. even if it's at the expense of his own dignity.

diluc brings a hand to your chin and pulls you closer to him, from the comfort of the chaise to the armrest of the love seat. "so, shall i humour you with your query?"

your eyes light up and giggles begin to quietly spill from your lips.

"oh i would be honoured to hear a meow straight from the diluc ragvindr's mouth."

thoma with dog ears!!

oh, thoma with a pair of dog ears and a beautifully fluffy tail would be a sight to behold indeed.

looks like ayato managed to make a meal so terrible that a pair of furry ears and an equally fluffy tail sprouted from thoma's head and back after he ate it. oops!

to be honest, he doesn't hate them! in his words, "they don't look too bad on me!" perhaps the only drawback would be how much more obvious his emotions would be.

the only thing that truely matters to him is your reaction to them. he would most definitely eat up all the attention you're showering him in, ears twitching and tail wagging in delight.

even though he's still thoma, just with a few extra parts, he has had the urge to bark like a dog more times than he'd like to admit... please don't tell anyone though

"you know, i've always wondered how it feels to be a dog getting head pats." thoma practically thinks out loud. he's lying with you on the plush mattress you share, head sitting in your lap and the rest of him curled around himself. both of your hands have found their way to his scalp, massaging and scratching the sweet spot between his ears.

"guess you don't have to wonder anymore then." you quietly reply.

"guess not."

a five minute petting session turns into a half-hour head and ear massage too quickly. your eyes flicker towards the window of your bedroom — the sun is starting to set. crap, both of you need to start dinner now.

with a knowing sigh, you turn to the quarter dog sitting in your lap. full dog even, with the way he simply is. thoma's eyes are contently shut and his euphoria is so clearly painted on his face. oh, it would break your heart to slip your fingers from his hair. unfortunately, duty calls and both your stomachs must be served as soon as possible.

carefully, you remove your fingers from his blonde locks and quietly rise from the mattress. but before your feet can even touch the hard wood flooring, you hear a squeaky whimper. there's no need to question where it came from when thoma's hands immediately clap over his mouth.

"i won't say anything. promise." you blurt out. there's a fear in his eyes that you've never seen before.

"please don't. if ayato even catches wind of this, i'll never hear the end of it."

a solemn nod and the promise is sealed. you feel a half-smile creep on your face as you grasp onto his hands, pulling him from the bed. "come on baby, time to make dinner." you coo.

after successfully dragging him from your bedroom, thoma lazily wraps his arms around your figure and settles his head in the crook of your neck. instinctively, you reach up to pet him and he instantly nuzzles into you. oh how he made you melt. as you both waddle your way to the kitchen, you feel a cool breeze around your hips that's also accompanied by something swinging back and forth.

thoma's tail is wagging very enthusiastically.

right then and there, you decide that now you could finally die happy.

[kiyoominous]

You’ve heard of one shots, now get ready for none shots! It’s when you think of an idea for a fic and then don’t write it

[kiyoominous]

ft. ei / raiden shogun x gender neutral reader, no pronouns used. fluff / comfort. warnings : thunder & lightning mentions.

"it's loud."

you speak just above a whisper, pursing your lips together as you snuggle even more in the embrace of your beloved. it's comfortable, unlike what is present outside of the windows tonight.

"...thunder and lightning isn't so scary, you know?" ei mutters while looking over at you, not understanding very well as you scrunch your eyebrows together and murmur, "easy for you to say."

the night sky is filled with nothing but the clattering of rain and ei's throbbing heartbeat close to your head, until you hear a sigh.

"here."

you turn your head to meet her steel gaze, that softens slightly upon gazing into yours. even without words, you can tell she's allowing you to move closer—a gesture you are grateful for. and, so you slightly adjust your position and grow even more comfortable in her presence, as she moves gently to drape a blanket over you.

"...it's alright. you're safe."

her voice is comforting—a hint of hesitation lies in it, as if she's unsure in her words, though you know it's because she's unsure of herself, in this moment with you. ei wonders if she truly offer the comfort you deserve and need, yet you know better and smile gratefully.

"thank you." is what you mutter as you press a kiss to her cheek, and the light colors of red that flourish on her skin is what makes your heart flutter.

ei speaks no more words afterwards, instead offering you the comfort of her silence—truly a calm in the storm, you think, though she herself is a storm indeed. nevertheless, you close your eyes and listen to the sound of her heart that beats with affection for you, and the thunder now seems quiet and still.

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[kiyoominous]

what is a sagau? could someone please inform me

[kiyoominous]

hi!! i’m so shocked i haven’t followed you sooner cause your writing is absolutely godtier aidnskwjd 😭 i can’t wait to binge your genshin m.list when i’m less busy!!!

oh hello!! same here, i’ve been reading your works for a while and i love them! and you’re so sweet fjskdhfjf i hope you enjoy them <3

[kiyoominous]

thoma and his blazing heart

blurb: headcanons of thoma absolutely head over heels in love with you

pairing: thoma/reader

content: fluff, comfort

author's note: based off of the arataki itto headcanons i did here! i love thoma very very much, can you tell?

thoma would:

pack you meals before you head off for the day. sure, you could buy your own lunch during your break but what's the fun in that? thoma spends an hour everyday in the kitchen to cook up something delicious for you to devour. oh, and he'll take any chance he can to make something in your lunch look cute. so don't be surprised if you find a sea of sausage octopi in your bento box.

run errands for you completely unprompted. forever the housekeeper in both the kamisato estate and your shared home, thoma ensures that he lifts every possible burden from your shoulders. even the fleeting mention of your pantry running out of rice will send him running to the marketplace to purchase three bulk-sized bags of it.

"you don't need to run all my errands for me, my love." you mentioned to him one day.

"that's true but that won't stop me from doing them!" was his chirpy reply. a kiss to your cheek and you knew it said 'it's because i love you.'

make sure he'd always be touching you whenever you went out together. though not possessive, thoma will take any chance to let everyone around him know that he's your's and you're his. a hand on your lower back, fingers gently intertwined, an arm gracing your shoulders. he enjoys the knowledge that it's you against the skin of his fingers. if ever you're away from him, just know that he'll find his digits playing with the hem of his clothes instead.

play with your hair after a particularly long day at work. on those days that stretch on for a second too long, thoma finds solace in threading his fingers through your tresses. he loves the feel of your hair between them, he loves the way your whole being relaxes as he does so, and most importantly, he loves that it's you that he's touching. now if you played with his hair... oh he'd unravel in front of you right then and there.

kiss your wounds better. every scratch and bruise that you earn is just another excuse to give you a kiss in thoma's eyes. memories of his kind mother pressing her lips to his injuries flood his mind each time he finds them on your skin. "it'll make it heal faster!" he'll say if you ask why. he'll never tell you this but he also loves the giggles that spill from your lips each time he does.