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Soaked

Contents: Reader and Childe are running errands, he is playful and it's raining. Modern au

Pairing: Childe x gn!reader

Warnings: none, sfw

Word Count: ~800

A/N: Fatui boy on banner means Fatui boy gets the first of my recent inspiration. Not beta read, only first half is proofread/edited

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With a snap of your passenger door, the sounds of rain drowned behind the glass of your window. Their muted plonks lasting seconds before rising again as Childe retreated behind the wheel where they quieted once more. With the driver's door now closed, the rain roared into a downpour as if a harder assault could pierce the vehicle and drench you both thoroughly.

As Childe started his car and eased out of the parking spot, you groaned at how damp your clothes had become. The rain, though it was lighter, had still been enough to make the thinner fabrics stick uncomfortably. Hearing your grumble earned a side glance from your partner and his own "hm?" In reply.

With a frustrated sigh you answered him, "I just wish the rain would make up it's mind!" When he just gently chuckled at your plight, you decided to continue, "It would be nice if it stayed consistent, but all the switching from heavy and light is annoying."

"We can finish errands tomorrow, then," Childe offered as he turned out of the shopping center.

The thought was appealing, but you knew your schedule wouldn't allow it. Letting the windshield wipers pass once, then twice, you thought a second longer to be sure before answering, "I wish we could avoid the rain," you grumbled out, "but I'm busy tomorrow."

Without missing a beat, "Then I can do them for you!" Childe countered. Always eager to help you, he already had another offer on the table. You knew he was serious as he'd done your errands before, often by surprise since you hardly accepted his assistance and your answer rarely changed. Shooting a halfhearted glare his way you also shot him down, "I'm not letting you do my errands again."

As the rain began to lessen, he laughed at your usual reply, obviously enjoying your continuing disagreement. "Alright, alright," he started, quickly quieting his chuckle with a cough, "So how are your clothes?"

The casual shift of subject caught your attention, and his remaining smirk, though he tried to hide it, did nothing but make you skeptical. Usually he would fight through the next errand, insisting you let him do something for you, but his lingering grin proved he hadn't given up yet.

Tentatively you replied, "My clothes are still kinda wet, but drying... Why?" Ignoring your question, he paid full attention to the road, his focus reigning in the smirk across his face. You had no idea what he was planning, but knowing your partner it could be anything.

Turning another corner, Childe clicked his tongue as the rain began to pummel against the car once more. "I agree," he spoke, more to himself, as he kept driving, "all this changing from heavy to light rain is annoying."

You stayed quiet trying to figure out where his thoughts were heading, but your silence only led him to continue. "And we still have to get out of the car..."

Expecting him to finish his sentence, you directly looked at him as he let his thought trail. Even though he still hadn't answered your question, you replied "Yes, we do," hoping he would continue that thought, but he only nodded at your words, keeping his eyes glued to the road.

"What are you getting at?" You exasperated, used to his antics and wishing he'd just spit it out.

Finally he looked back at you. "It's just annoying that once we're finally dry, we have to get back out in the rain!" As he finished his sentence a hint of mischief crossed his features before quickly being contained, only confirming he had some kind of ulterior motive.

"Y'know, I can fix it. The dry then wet problem," he revealed, too serious than normal.

After a doubtful glare you quickly quipped back, "Oh? You can change the weather?"

"Control the weather?" he chuckled out, "No, no that's silly." On queue like mother nature could hear, rain began to pelt harder causing your partner to fully laugh.

You gave him a moment to control himself before calling his bluff, "Then how?"

Instead of verbally answering you, Childe began to laugh uncontrollably, glancing back at you and only growing louder. Scowling at your partner, you knew you fell into whatever trap he had been planning and simply braced yourself.

Within a second the familiar motor of the windows began to turn accompanied by quick winds and cold, cold bullets of rain. Fully accepting of your fate, you leaned back into the headrest letting the water soak you, closing your eyes and lightly shaking your head at your partners antic.

While howling winds made it impossible to talk, looking back at your partner revealed he too became drenched in this stunt. Ginger hair plastered against his face as rain seeped into his shirt, any fabric he wore sticking in awkward positions. Knowing you looked just the same you couldn't help but grin, and when your eyes finally met with his own, the car filled with both of your laughter.

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Itto showing up has rekindled my creativity

No no, not for him, I won't know how to write him until we actually meet him in game, but I've got ideas for some of my other favs so I'm crossing my fingers one of them gets written

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omg itto requests????? please if it inspires you, may I request anything involving hugs? those arms were made to crush 🥰

prompt: local gossip says you and itto are an item. you are determined to make these rumors stop. (spoiler alert: you don’t)

pairing: itto x gn!reader

“ah, you’re really dating an oni?” the shopkeeper asks. despite your transactional relationship of simply being someone who wants to buy some potatoes, the shopkeeper has decided to force you to pay with town gossip as well. your shoulders deflate slightly. you just wanted to make stew later. you didn’t want to be caught up in all of this.

and yet, thanks to arataki itto, you are.

“no, we’re not dating,” you huff, angrily bagging your own potatoes since someone seemed more keen on watching you rather than helping you.

“married?” the shopkeeper is insufferable.

“no. and why do you care?” you say, setting down the bag of produce and staring back at him. the shopkeeper chuckles and shrugs his shoulders. the dismissive action feels derisive and you briefly considering chucking the potatoes directly through the stall’s sign.

“my love life is none of y-“ you begin, only to be cut off by a third, boisterous voice.

“darling!”

oh archons. you brace yourself for impact, which arrives in the strong arms of arataki itto wrapping themselves around you and pulling you back into him. his muscles constrict you in a bone-crushing back hug, pulling your back flush against his exposed chest. his chin finds your shoulder as he uses you as a headrest, leaning the slightest bit of his weight on you as he cradled you close. the shopkeeper looks at you smugly.

“hi, itto,” you say defeatedly. despite the oni standing directly behind you, you swear you can see the radiance of his smile.

“what are you doing here?” itto asks.

it’s a market, it couldn’t be more obvious what you’re doing.

“they said that they were looking for you,” the shopkeeper pipes up and you bite back a groan. yes, itto was one of your friends, but the last thing you needed for the rumors surrounding the two of you was to have a very public interaction with him, especially when the eyes of other shopkeepers at their respective stalls are now focused on the two of you. for the sake of both you and itto’s reputation, it would be best to speak privately. itto, however, doesn’t seem to care as he bursts out into laughter, vibrations of the action running directly into your own body as well.

“i knew you missed me too, songbird!”

he sounds so happy. you decide to indulge him for whatever rumors this might cause and refuse to correct the shopkeeper. you detract from the situation and gesture to the potatoes.

“how much?” you ask and the shopkeeper looks all too pleased with the situation unfolding.

“considering you just won me a bet with this little display, they’re on the house,” the shopkeeper declares. itto watches curiously as the shopkeeper passes the bag over to you before snatching it out of the shopkeeper’s hand before you can.

“i’ll carry it,” itto declares. “i don’t have these muscles for nothing!”

you despite arataki itto, but you hate merchants either more. deciding to deal with the worse of the two problems, you squirm out of itto’s loosened grip and wrap your hand around his wrist, tugging him along behind you as you ditch the shopkeeper’s stall. all too happily, itto tags along behind you, allowing you to guide him away from the prying eyes of the shopkeepers.

“hi,” he breathes when you finally turn to look at him. you swear that if he had a tail, it would be wagging. “you look lovely today.”

“are you saying i don’t look lovely every day?” you challenge and a brief flash of panic crosses itto’s expression.

“well, i mean, you always-“ he begins, but you cut him off with a soft laugh and his expression instantly softens.

“it’s a joke, itto. how have you been?” you giggle and itto stares at you, awestruck.

“uh… great. i am wonderful. everything is awesome with me!” he says rapidly, stumbling over his words.

you hate arataki itto, but you hate the butterflies in your stomach that he causes even more, especially when he looks at you as if you put all the stars in the sky.

“thank you for carrying my stuff,” you say and itto nods earnestly.

“any time! if you ever need anything anytime, feel free to find me,” itto says.

you hate shopkeepers, but you hate when they’re right even more. you and itto are certainly more than friends (or, at least, that’s what you’d like to believe). away from the fuss of the market, the atmosphere between the two of you has turned tender. recently, it is how every encounter with itto ends up feeling.

“oh? is that so? how about you help me by taking me to dinner then?” you ask. the cool tone of your words surprises even yourself. a confession to itto hadn’t been planned and yet, as you watch his lovestruck expression become infused with pure glee, you realize that you made the right choice.

“really?!” itto says excitedly. “i know the perfect place! i beat the restaurant owner in a fight once and got a free meal out of it, but i don’t know if he’ll let me fight on the behalf of two people.”

you stare at him before placing a calm hand on his bicep. you bite back a flustered reaction at your own actions as you feel just how firm his muscles are under your touch.

“wherever we go is fine, itto,” you reassure and itto nods intensely. his gaze searches yours briefly before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you directly in for a hug.

“i’ll be sure to sweep you off your feet then, sweetheart!”

you can hear the rapid beating of his heart as your head rests against his chest. you smile at the sound.

“you already have,” you murmur softly. his heartbeat accelerates, yet the laugh that escapes his lips is an even prettier sound. maybe everyone else is right. maybe, just maybe, town gossip isn’t always a bad thing, especially when it causes you to flee directly into the arms of itto.

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I'm back!

I'm- I didn't set the queue up fully and I thought I had /sob

I'll reblog some more, but I want to get my own piece posted first. Once that's up I'll slap in more reblogs from others!

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xiao is the type of guy who gets frustrated with a jigsaw puzzle because "the piece won't fit" only to realize that he was putting the piece wrongly

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HOW THEY PLAY WINDTRACE (HC)

penpal: this isn’t technically an x reader but i just had an idea about this and i really want to write it lol

sypnosis: hc on how the characters would play in windtrace

warning/s: none

characters: diluc, kaeya, zhongli, childe, albedo, xiao, ganyu, jean, lisa, and venti

DILUC

-> an amazing hider and hunter. it’s all thanks to his darknight hero duties. he doesn’t go to the favor unless he’s the last hider that’s not yet caught.

-> when hiding, he will get every opportunity to slip away from the hunter’s grasp. if a hunter is near his hiding spot and they turn a blind eye, he’ll immediately leave without them noticing.

-> he uses his lay bait around his hiding spot just so he has the chance to get away if the hunter got blinded from it.

-> as a hunter, he has a good reflex. the moment the sensor aura skill alerts him that a hider is nearby, he’ll immediately use the capture skill.

-> he only loses as a hunter if you’re always in one place to another and a fast runner like him along with managing to get the favor before him.

-> dawn winery is definitely when he is insane as both hider and hunter. he knows every single spots of the place for hiding and hunting down hiders.

-> favorite people to play with: aether

KAEYA

-> a sneaky hider. he has so many good hiding spots that numerous hunters would go pass him and he doesn’t even use the disguise skill much.

-> he’ll tease the hunter if they managed to walk pass his hiding spot and will laugh if the hunter goes back to his “hiding spot”— in reality, he was nowhere near the hunter and was just watching them from afar.

-> as a hunter, he’s the type of hunter that manages to win last minute. in the first minute of the game, he will just stroll around and would pass a few hiders— while you think he didn’t see you, he’s just waiting for the timer to be in a specific time and would immediately get them all.

-> kaeya is fast so the moment you try to run away from him, it’s game over (unless you’re rosaria or someone who’s just as fast as him, then you can possibly escape him). he has a good eye too so even mona’s sprint skill or pretending to be an npc won’t help you if he were the hunter.

-> for favors, he’ll get them as both hider and hunter. he’ll find it challenging as a hider if the hunter is nearby the favor and will definitely try to get it without them noticing. if he was the hunter, he’ll either camp or get it and use it if the last hider decided to change their hiding spot after his “stroll.”

-> favorite people to play with: jean, diluc, albedo and rosaria

CHILDE

-> the hunter who loves a great chase. he’s mostly a hunter in most rounds and he prefers it that way.

-> he mostly targets zhongli because of what happened in the archon quest (iykyk).

-> he’ll spam the capture skill while running around, which can backfire if he came across to a lay bait.

-> when he spots a hider running away, he’ll give them a few seconds before he starts chasing them.

-> as a hider, he once tried to hide behind hunter’s spawn area while the other rebels are trying to find a good spot to hide in. he thought the hunters are blinded and ended up with him being the first to get captured. this was his first round of the event and he did not accept it.

-> he’s a good one too— but a risky kind. the moment he showed himself to a hunter, he will make them lose stamina and hide somewhere else. he mostly prefers lingering around the roofs or high places just to be chased with gliding.

-> favorite people to play with: zhongli and aether

ZHONGLI

-> the hider who’s always being chased the whole game. he usually hides far from where the hunter is but sometimes can backfire if he was still running to his hiding spot when the hunter is now out— hence why he’s being chased.

-> he’s mostly the second or last to be out. he’s a sneaky runner and won’t hesitate to bamboozle the hunter with the lay bait.

-> he’s also a decent hunter. he relies on his sensor aura skill and will immediately capture hiders if the skill detects one.

-> don’t think about fooling him with npc’s or pranks, he’s cautious with his surroundings and is a smart guy (he’s one of the only people who can’t be fooled by venti).

-> favorite people to play with: qiqi, xiao, ganyu and aether

XIAO

-> the non-existent hider and a beast at hunting.

-> xiao was probably dragged into the game thanks to zhongli, who thought it would be best to give xiao some fun time. it didn’t take long for xiao to understand the mechanics and how to play as a rebel and hunter, when he did; he’s insane.

-> as a hider, he mostly hides in high places or spots that hunters would usually turn a blind eye on. if he were to use the disguise skill, he’ll do it if one of the props is small.

-> he’s definitely the scariest as a hunter. it will feel like you’re in a horror movie (it will get scarier if the map is wuwang hill).

-> he has good eyesight, the moment he sees a prop moving, he’ll immediately go to it and use his sensor aura. he’s usually fooled by venti’s pranks but he doesn’t mind. in fact it made the game a little more interesting.

-> although he isn’t a fan of the windtrace game, he would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy it.

-> favorite people to play with: zhongli, hu tao and venti

ALBEDO

-> the lay bait master. albedo’s not reliable on that skill, however he does know the best times in using it, especially when getting chased.

-> he usually hides in places that has the most props and won’t budge unless the hunter obtains the favor or is very near.

-> as a hunter, he would go to a high place and watch out for any props moving. he’ll also try thinking of his friends’ playmates’ perspectives to find them (such as kaeya being in trees, klee near where kaeya is, etc.)

-> favors are just an obstacle to albedo. if a hunter manages to get it, he’ll immediately start planning on running and put his bait in the right places.

-> favorite people to play with: klee, sucrose and kaeya

VENTI

-> the mischievous one. do i have to explain why?

-> as a hider, every single prank you’ve seen on social media related to windtrace, venti will do it all. he’ll do the “pretending to be an npc”, hiding in a chimney of springvale as a hale, try to hide behind the hunter’s spawn, etc.

-> he’ll definitely go to roofs or high places and pull a gliding chase from the hunter just for fun.

-> he usually gets caught first depending on what he’s doing this time but he doesn’t really care since he’ll be busy giggling.

-> venti doesn’t mind being a hunter since he has plenty of tricks to play. he’ll definitely pretend he’s afk and will catch all hiders if they dare to go to him.

-> he’s also very cheeky when being chased. the moment you turn around the corner while chasing him, he’s gone.

-> favorite people to play with: xiao and zhongli

JEAN

-> the team player.

-> if she’s a rebel, she’ll carry the team all the way until the end. she’s willing to distract the hunter when she notices her teammate nearby.

-> when it comes to favors, she’ll immediately run for it so that she and the hiders won’t be found by the hunter. though she won’t do it if the hunter is too near to the favor.

-> she’s a smart hunter. just like kaeya, she will think of her playmates’ perspective on where would they hide. when using favor as a hunter, she only uses it if time is about to run out and if there’s only one rebel left.

-> even though it’s just a game, jean couldn’t help but have the urge to help her friends out. plus, she’s a very positive person after the game and would treat her playmates to good hunter for meals after playing.

-> favorite people to play with: barbara, amber and lisa

LISA

-> the hider that watches everyone get caught.

-> she isn’t the last hider in most rounds (mostly because she lets herself get caught and didn’t want to be chased down) but she knows a few good hiding spots to hide in.

-> lisa’s hiding spots are usually where she can see the hunter, so she just watches every movement of the hunter as a prop and watch her teammates being chased down.

-> since she’s scary when retrieving books, think about her as a hunter tho 👁👄👁

-> while hunters run around, she walks with a scary smile on her face.

-> every movement you make, she’s only one step closer. your only advantage is running since she doesn’t want to get dizzy or too exhausted.

-> favorite people to play with: aether, amber, and jean

GANYU

-> the normal player that just plays for fun. no tricks, no being obsessed in chasing down, just a normal player who’s here to vibe.

-> ganyu usually plays if qiqi or anyone invited her for a round, she will not play if there’s no one she knows of. she first played it thanks to ningguang and yaoyao, who had persuaded her to play the game before she could overwork herself again.

-> she gets scared when being a hider because of how anxious she feels when a hunter is near (especially if the hunter is xiao).

-> she immediately starts moving when the favor is announced. she wants to avoid being chased even if it means she has to get out from her safe spot and get the one thing that will not end up with her being chased around the map.

-> she’s very confused when playing as a hunter (mainly because she’s rarely a hunter) so she had to have a conversation with xiao or yaoyao about how the hunter works. later on, she’d enjoy playing as a hunter (just because she doesn’t have to be chased).

-> despite the panicking she received from playing, she did have a lot of fun and is happy that she has a bonding moment with her friends given that she’s mostly busy from her workload.

-> favorite people she likes to play with: qiqi, xiao, ningguang, keqing, and yaoyao

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omgomgomgomgomgom-

For the event may I please request huddling for warmth (like it's super cold so the characters are forced to cuddle)? 💕

FOLLOWER EVENT - most likely to & fanfic tropes most likely to huddle for warmth - ganyu & jean

soft and sweet, you couldn't ask for a better person than ganyu to be with when an abrupt snowfall hits liyue. sure, you had accompanied her to jueyun karst upon her request and would likely be at home safe and warm in your home in liyue harbor otherwise, but you were tired of letting ganyu pile on so much work for herself. you had been determined to help and now, you and ganyu take shelter in a cave, small fire roaring in front of you. the bitter chill is becoming overwhelming and even ganyu's efficiency in starting the roaring fire isn't enough to keep the both of you warm. so, with a concerned voice, ganyu asks if she can hold you close -- she runs warm due to her cryo vision after all and isn't as affected by the temperature due to her adeptal ancestry. you happily oblige and, with flushed cheeks, ganyu holds you close throughout the night, praying for the storm to let up soon so she can return you home to safety.

jean is no stranger to picking up extra tasks around mondstadt to help others. yet, you're awfully confused as to why she thinks its a good idea to go find chief alchemist albedo in dragonspine alone. rather than argue with her, you pack up your things and set off with her. yet, mitachurls appear shortly into your journey and even the power of the dandelion knight isn't enough to defeat them without severely depleting your resources. so, the two of you run off course in an attempt to escape, ending up in an undocumented area of the mountain. sheer cold begins to set in and, even with the small flame that burns before the two of you, severe discomfort still sets in as the winter winds of dragonspine howl outside the small enclave the two of you take shelter in. so, wordlessly, you scoot closer to the acting grand master and pull her shivering form in close, hoping to transfer some of your body heat to her, if only to alleviate some of the wintry chill that affects her.

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ur dad!zhongli and dad!childe made me feel ckkshdnekdoidkskd😭😭🥺 but that got me thinking,,, dad diluc would be suCh a good dad too🥺🥺

DAYLIGHT PANCAKES

━━ ☆ PAIRING: diluc/reader

━━ ☆ GENRE: fluff

━━ ☆ SUMMARY: in the early hours of the morning, there was only you, diluc and your child, all huddled together in your kitchen with the sweet smell of cinnamon pancakes wafting in the air.

━━ ☆ WARNINGS: small mentions of diluc’s backstory

the uncrowned king of mondstadt awoke before the break of dawn.

despite his early rise, he kept his eyes closed, a soft smile lighting up his face in a way the sun could only dream of doing. from underneath his fingertips that laid against the soft, silken feel of your skin, he could feel you breathe, light and rhythmic as if not even the world's worst could hinder your peace. you were the ground under his feet, the fire that keeps him warm, the twilight in his dark skies. at that moment, diluc was convinced that home was your hair sprawled over pillows, highlands made of towering dreams, his lips lightly brushing on your cheek and pancakes. right, pancakes. with a light chuckle, he slipped out of bed, giving you one last adoring gaze before walking out of your shared bedroom built from a million memories. 

the short walk from this room to that was routine. some days, diluc would wake up earlier than his usual to calm the adorable little monster inside. some days, diluc's head would be filled with nightmares and the trek to his child was the remedy to it. when his ruby eyes find the striking contrast of barely grown crimson hair against snow-white cloths, he is reminded that not all in this world was cruel, the definition of good being a defenseless human laid against plush pillows and blankets.

"good morning, angel," he whispers with a bright grin you typically wouldn't find on his face but came rather naturally to him. "ready to make breakfast?"

yes, some days the world was kinder to diluc. no stress from work, no weight from his duties, no horrors to plague his day. sometimes, it was just him, his child, and the quiet house that was almost made just for the two of them.

"what are we having today? we have chocolate and strawberry vanilla—"

diluc sighed as the baby laughed, having just thrown the boxes he placed right in front of them, "guess we're starting from scratch today."

"okay. sit here," carefully securing the baby to their chair, he crouched to their height, eyes softening at the bright reds that stared right at him. "and wait for daddy, okay?"

watching the baby mumble something incoherent, diluc hummed in reply, pressing a kiss on top of their head for good measure before walking to the kitchen.

"right, how does he do it again?" swiftly rolling the sleeves of his nightshirt up, diluc reached for the flour right by the corner which was apparently amusing for the young child, "is something wrong?"

the baby made an obnoxious 'humph!' that pulled a gentle laugh from diluc who leaned to boop them on their nose. this, of course, causing the baby to erupt in another fit of laughter.

"you know, my father used to make this for me. he said the recipe came from my mother before she..." diluc trailed off before carefully smoothening his expression with a smile, "anyway, this used to be my favorite but i didn't get the chance to learn how to make them. i suppose we just have to figure it out."

tossing the flour and cinnamon amongst other things, he stirred and stirred, remembering the days his father would playfully dust him with the white powder saying 'oops, my hand slipped. sorry about that, diluc.'

maybe someday, he gazed at his child who was staring at the bowl with a focus unparalleled, mesmerized by the way the strong hands that were just holding them were now whisking some strange liquid together. they recognized the bar of butter in diluc's hands and reached out, immediately whining when diluc pulled it away.

"later, sunshine. you're going to get us both into trouble."

noticing the infant's pout, diluc chuckled, trapping their tiny hands between his fingers in an attempt to provide comfort, "later, okay? i'll convince them to let you put some butter on your pancakes."

seemingly appeased, for the time being at least, the young child gurgled in delight before patting diluc's hands quite harshly for a child not even a year old. taking that as a sign to go back to work, diluc poured the batter into a pan, eyes trailing over the bubbles that started to form on top.

"what are my two babies up to?" averting his gaze, he mumbled a small 'good morning' as you approached to give him a kiss. "ooh! pancakes? there's some cream cheese in the fridge—"

"i know. go wash up. it'll be ready soon."

"fine," he rose a brow at your childish drawl, watching as you stepped around the counter to squish your baby's cheeks in greeting, "i'm gonna be back soon, okay? watch over daddy for me and don't let him burn the kitchen down."

"i'm not—" sending a cheeky wink, you left before he could argue his defense, "you're not teaming up against me, are you?"

narrowing his eyes at the baby who smiled all too innocently, diluc shook his head, going back to the task at hand, he started making the glaze that you had taken the liberty of reminding him about. you and your picky antics, he mused with a grin that told everyone of all the ardor he had for you.

"should we wait or do you want to—" diluc didn't even get to finish his sentence before the baby was already reaching for the plate, mouth watering and eyes pleading for help, "i suppose you could start early."

grabbing the nearby knife, diluc began slicing the fluffy cakes into bite-sized pieces, gently blowing on it before sliding the food near the baby's mouth.

"careful— sunshine, you really need to let me finish my sentences."

with an exasperated smile, he picked up a napkin to wipe the glaze that oh-so-messily stained the child's stretched cheeks, gummy smile showcased to the entire world.

"one more? okay," too busy cutting up another slice, diluc didn't notice the sudden furrow in the baby's brows, lips turned into a big pout as if hesitating, "here we go—"

"da... da-da?"

they say that time freezes for certain people at the most inopportune time of the day. it has never happened to diluc, at least, not before this. pausing, freezing — mouth ajar and hand so still in place as he tried to wrap his head around the meaning behind the sharp squeak that left his young child. shakily, he called out your name and you immediately rushed out, hearing the unusual tremble in his stern voice.

"diluc? honey, what's wrong?"

"they—" he took a sharp breath, eyes misting over as looked at you, "they called me their father..."

muffling your gasp beneath your hand, you immediately came over, hand interlacing with his in true bliss. placing a kiss on your knuckles with a watery smile, diluc was certain that this — you, him, and your child — this was nirvana.

turning his gaze back to the baby who was staring up at him as if he held the universe in his eyes, he softly cooed, free hand rubbing small circles on the baby's warm cheeks, "will you say it again? please?"

"h-hm.. dada!"

"that's right i'm—" you squeezed his hands lightly as diluc pulled back, hands covering his face as he tried to hide his sob. "i'm your dada."

"shhh... hey, it's alright," you whispered, lips brushing against his head as he pulled you close, hiding his head on your shoulders.

"i miss him — i miss him so, so much. he should've — should've been here. should’ve been here to teach me what to do.”

you supposed that even the strongest men could fall. this was the first time you've seen him cry for the lost, seen him so weak and fragile over his father. the last time he talked about him — felt for him — he told you that it was all in the past; nothing more than a wound that has been sewed up and healed. was that him telling you or was that him trying to convince himself? wounds heal but sometimes they leave scars and scars never go. they stare right at you, a reminder of the hurt you've been through on the best of days and a wound that inflicts phantom pain as if you're witnessing everything unfold all over again during the worst.

"i can't fill his shoes. he's too good, too good to me — to us."

"diluc, you don't need to fill anyone's shoes. your father... he just tried his best to make you happy and now — now it's your turn to try. you don't have to be perfect, you just have to try and when you fall while trying, we'll be here for you. always."

you felt him clawing at your clothes as if finding something to cling to. sighing in sympathy, you card your fingers through his hair, feeling a small amount of the tension he held in his body leave — as it did every time you did it. "besides, you're already on the right track."

pulling away slightly to get him to look at you, eyes looking like roses in the early hours of the morning, you smiled playfully though you wondered how playful it appeared to be when you're just as emotional as he was.

"you're the favorite one already," chuckling with him, you wiped the rest of his tears and replaced them with a loving kiss. as he deserved after everything he has been through. "stop stealing my spot."

"it's not my place to decide." returning your chaste kiss, he turned back to the baby who was watching the interaction curiously, "sorry for the wait, angel. should we go back to the pancakes, now?"

"oh right! pancakes!"

excitedly bouncing to the seat across diluc, you served yourself some, eyes still lingering on the two people you loved the most, "hey diluc?" a hum in reply, attention still focused on your baby. "i love you."

"i love you too..." he answered without a pause in the beat. "and thank you. for everything."

the first signs of daylight began showing as sweet laughter of delight mixed together to make one fine symphony. with your smiles no longer faltering, diluc was proud to say that the world was right by his grasp. cherry tinted and glowing spectacularly, he allowed himself to have hope once more as he wished for this orchestra to remain together until the end of time, singing about the lovely joys of being a father so that one day, he could join his father in a chorus of being a good one.

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Childe - First Father’s Day

Summary: You break the news you’re pregnant to Childe.

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Characters: Childe x afab!Reader

Type/Genre: Fully written, fluff

Word count: 496 words

Warnings: Pregnancy, not proofread

A/N: Happy Father’s Day to all fathers out there <3 Here’s Childe’s part of my Genshin Boys’ Reactions to You Telling Them You’re Pregnant headcanons 

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Imagine

After hundreds of years, since you’ve died, Zhongli’s wedding ring breaks.

He has taken great care of it, but time thinned it out, for he has worn it every day since you two have pledged yourself to each other.

He’s heartbroken, his voice wavering, every time he looks at the imprint it left on his ring finger. The band was well worn, worn with pride and solemn, but now nothing more than a mark and reminder of your wedding. And once again, he’s lost a small bit of you, that he misses so dearly.

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Zhongli, Diluc, and Albedo, reacting to their s/o tackling them and then showering them with kisses because maybe they boys were away and s/o missed them a lot? - 🦉/ 🐉 anon

how I missed you

Warning -> SFW, fluff

Character X GN Reader | Anthology 

Includes: Zhongli, Diluc⚘ , Albedo

Zhongli 

Zhongli is a consultant, so he goes where he is needed, and right now he is needed somewhere far away from where you are 

It was painful to see him leave - since he normally doesn’t stray far from Liyue - you remembered vividly the shape of his back as he took those steps away from your arms, it was excruciating to smile, to watch him disappear over the horizon, just as much as it was to wait for his return 

You waved one, three, ten, fifteen times until his silhouette had long faded into the horizon. There was a force holding you in place, like chains and shackles around your ankles, their grip tight, endless and impossible to break. So, you stood, much longer than you needed to until finally, your body begged you to move. 

The days turned into weeks and you waited, patiently, responsibly, you waited for his return. You went about your days as you normally would. Activities and engagements seemed less exciting without the participation of your partner, discussions about histories, interests, and other popular topics held less weight without the input of the person who experienced more than anyone would in their lifetime. 

Without him, you canceled plans on days when you just wanted to sit in your house and surround yourself with things that reminded you of him. You wore his jacket, slept in his shirts, neatly, perfectly cleaned, and placed them back where they needed to go. 

When the nights were lonely, you crafted tea just the way he showed you, setting the leaves just right and, after pouring yourself a glass, you made one for his empty chair. 

“For you, my beloved.” You lifted the glass to the emptiness that fell onto the room before pulling it toward your face and letting the sweet-smelling aroma fill your nose and wash away, if only for a second, the pull in your heart to hear his voice. 

Childe came by a few times to keep you company, your mutual friend, though more Zhongli’s than your own. He would give you updates on his whereabouts, always making sure to add a, “He looks well,” comment in there somewhere. To be so reliant on Fatui information, you felt your skin crawl at the notion. 

You knew he would come back, of course, he would. It’s just that you were getting tired of waiting. 

A letter came - it was hand-delivered to you and as your fingers ran over the script which pressed into the parchment, the elegant writing that spelled your name your hands couldn’t stop the movements, eagerly you opened the letter with shaky fingers praying you didn't accidentally rip it 

It explained how the trip had brought many delays and that they were finally coming to a close, ‘I shall be returning to Liyue within a few days.’ That’s all you needed to read, that’s all your brain understood because everything after those words turned into a jumble of nonsense 

You pulled the letter to your chest, spinning with excitement and flashing no one in particular the brightest smile you’d worn in weeks 

Waiting those last few days were the hardest part of the whole experience - you were excited, yes, the weight of your dread and apprehension that he might never come back lifted from you - but it also meant every glance, every call of your name, every shout of hello turned your head with so much hope that you were starting to get whiplash 

The harbor was lively, there were so many more people running from place to place, ship to ship as goods were moved to travel across the sea. You were equally as busy making sure that everyone was following the rules of the harbor. Your clipboard had seen more activity on this day than in a while. Notes flew from under your pen as you passed on information to the other attendants at the Feiyun Commerce Guild. 

While things were busy, wildly, crazily busy, you were thankful for the distraction for today was the third day since the arrival of the letter and the excitement in your stomach had already stolen your dreams from you, you were damned to let it take your day. 

“Excuse me!” Someone shouted and you turned your head toward the exclamation. It seemed they needed your immediate attention and, with a sigh, you made your way toward them. The hair you had lazily spent putting together this morning was sure to be frazzled by the time you got your break. 

There was a voice - a voice which shook your body, rattled you from the top of your head to the bottom of your feet and every single bone, muscle, the tendons in your body shuttered at the sound

“Hello, my love.” You spun around, this time, this time for sure it wasn’t an illusion because illusions didn’t know to call you by the name only he knew to use. Zhongli stood there, his arms resting against his back and a smile so warm that you were sure you were dreaming. 

“Zhongli?”

“Yes.” He nodded and the fever in your legs propelled you forward. The clipboard dropping to the ground with a loud clatter and drawing attention to your reaction as people stepped out of your way only to get a better look. Leaping into his arms you wrapped them around his neck and wasted no time pressing your lips to his. 

It was like someone blasted a hole through a mountain, the feeling of his lips against yours was so impactful it knocked the breath from your lungs. He lifted you, his sturdy frame and height easily keeping you off of the ground and he kissed you back. All those empty nights seemed like nothing now, he was back and that’s all that mattered. 

He let your feet connect with the ground and the difference of your heights forced your arms to slide over his shoulders but you kept them on his chest. 

“I waited.” You say, staring into the eyes that you missed oh so much. 

“Yes you did, my apologies for forcing you to wait for such a long time.” 

You shook your head, “It’s okay, I knew you’d be back and I’m so happy to see you.” 

“I am equally as happy. How I have missed your face, your smile.” He brushed his thumb over your cheek, the feeling of his touch sending shockwaves through your body. 

“You know, I had to make my own tea while you were gone. I’m not as good as you are no matter how hard I try.” Your comment made him laugh and you thought your heart couldn’t pound any harder in your chest. 

“While I am pleased to hear of your attempts, I am sad for the results.” 

“It’s okay, you’re back now.” You beam at him, your smile just for his eyes, as they always were and always will be. 

“Yes, I have made my way back to you, as promised.” He ran his fingers over your ear, pushing against the hair that covered your head. Lifting yourself onto your tip-toes you signaled for another kiss, several actually, and because he missed you just as dearly as you missed him, he leaned down to let you indulge yourself. His smile and chest-rumbling laughter spurring on your desire for more and more gifts to welcome him home. 

Diluc

It’s not unusual for him to be busy day after day, though it was strange for him to be gone for so long

For weeks you hadn’t seen him, hadn’t heard from him, each day dragged on, and your desire to see him, to be close to him, to hold him grew with every passing hour until they slipped into an unending, tortuous reminder that he wasn’t there 

You found yourself wandering around the winery for the, you weren’t really sure of the number, you’d lost count so long ago. Walking had become a common pastime for you, it was the only thing that distracted you from the dread and loneliness which consumed you inside of that place. If one more maid tried to assess your needs for the day, or offer just a little more support or attention, you were going to snap. 

So, you meandered through the grapevines, down the paths, along the riverbed, on the hilltops, in the rain or the sun you meandered with no goal other than to fill the minutes that passed by slower than it took to wear down a rock in the beating waves of the ocean. 

Sometimes, you thought you heard your name being called by the wind in his voice. You turned with an eager heart only to find the nothingness of Teyvat staring back at you. Scowling at its humiliation of your excitement you continued on your walk. 

Even the increase in your own work didn’t stall the thoughts that filled your head, the images, desires, longings that lingered from dusk to dawn. The mindless actions of your day becoming nothing more than a necessity. You had your own life before him and yet, with him away it felt … off-color, almost as if the world had muted and dulled in its radiance. 

Your feet on autopilot, you found your way back to the door of the winery, and with a sigh and prepared responses, you opened the door. 

There was a hustle, a buzz around Dawn Winery - a maid rushed to provide you with news that the master would be home within the day, and immediately you were antsy, impatient, excited

You found yourself looking at the path over and over again, your eyes drawn to the clear windows that hold back the outside world, and you’ve stared at them for so long that your breath has fogged up the glass even in the warm days of summer 

The hours drag on again and your impatience turns to anxiety - so, to alleviate the sensation you distract yourself

“Are you just as eager as I am about Diluc returning?” You asked the book in your hands as you slid them into their place in the study. It doesn’t respond, of course, it’s a book, but in your mind it does and its reply makes you smile. 

You walk from the room, hand sliding along the railing as you look toward the front door, the maids are still bustling as they eagerly await his return. Slipping into the bedroom you go to tidy it up, even though it’s already been addressed and you know everything is as it should be. Flopping onto the bed and grabbing the pillow, holding it against your chest, you give it a squeeze before lifting it above your head. 

“You know that you’re being silly, y/n.” Your voice is deep like you’re imitating an old man and, as you enunciate the words, you bounce the pillow as if it’s talking to you. 

“Listen, I don’t need the lecture, Mr.”

“How would Diluc feel if he knew you were so anxious waiting for him to return?” 

“We just won’t tell him, duh. And it’ll be fine anyway, once he arrives it’ll all be fine.” 

“Of course, you know best as always.” 

“You’re right, I do.” You laugh, but as the imaginary conversation dies down you feel the sting of worry slip back into your mind. The pillow drops onto your hips and you give it a squeeze, glancing toward the entrance to the bedroom and with everything you have inside of you, you make a wish. Walk through that door, right now. 

There is a scurry, a commotion that makes your eyes shoot open, and the words, “Welcome home, Master Diluc” which rip you from the bed 

You run, flinging the pillow back towards the bed without abandon, it will lay where it will lay because your mind is on something far more important. Gripping the doorframe you use its sturdiness to propel you forward and through the door. It flings you toward the railing and as you look down to the floor below and catch the red flash of hair, dark jacket, and tall frame standing in the foyer you freeze. 

There he is, he’s home. 

You hear a voice drift up to you, but you can’t really understand anything. All your energy is on the man you’ve been dying to see. When he turns and your eyes connect, the world comes back into vibrant color. With heavy breaths, pounding heart, and stinging eyes, you look down at him and he looks at you. 

Your hands drop to your sides as you stand taller, “Welcome Home.” You’ve waited for weeks to say those words to him, please, Diluc, respond in kind. 

“I’m home.” His lips curl into a smile that you can see all the way up here.

Breaking out into a sprint you run along the upper level and down the steps, your feet moving so fast it’s almost a blur to onlookers, and as soon as you hit the floor you launch yourself toward him. He catches you in his sturdy arms, the smell of him hitting you like a wave, the warmth of him powerful like the middle of a summer day, the comfort of him washing away all your worries. In the middle of the crowded winery, with extra eyes you don’t care about, you place a kiss against his skin. 

“I missed you.” You whisper just loud enough for him to hear and he squeezes you tightly, so tightly that on any normal day you might protest but this day wasn’t a normal day. 

“I missed you, too.” Feet dangling, arms wrapped securely around each other, and faces buried to burn into memory the smell, feel, the essence of the other, the two of you stay this way long after the room becomes empty. 

Albedo 

You knew how important it was for him to go on these expeditions - it was important for him to help the other alchemists, not to mention he was eager to be of assistance, especially if it meant being hands-on 

You supported him of course, while dreaded the times that they occurred because they never had a clear end-date … 

So, you were often left waiting unless somehow you had convinced them to let you tag along (this was not one of those times) 

You distract yourself, again and again, different things each time in order to keep your mind quiet for as long as possible. Taking commissions seemed to do a lot of the work, but every time you found your way back into the city the night reminded you that you’d go back to an empty house. So, you partook in the nightlife around Mondstadt. It wasn’t normal for you to hang out at the pubs since you didn’t drink much, but you found a very welcoming table for you each night the quiet shifting of your home kept you awake. 

Angel’s Share had become a popular spot for you, Charles had started to expect you and would often hold a table on the upper floors. Somewhere in the corner where you could observe the patrons drown themselves in their drink, or participate in the festivities of their friends. You would do that too if most of the people you called friends weren’t also on the expedition with Albedo. This was the only problem with befriending all of the alchemists at the research facility, when they were gone you were left to wait for their return. 

Still, if you needed someone to talk to Charles always lent you his ear for a spell. He’d come to check on you, slip you a few things here and there, and always reassure you that the day would come, it always does. You’d also started a few pleasant conversations with Diluc, who you were predisposed to think he disliked conversations; however, he was cordial and would listen if you ever shared anything with him. Your favorite evenings were when the Cavalry Captain showed up. Kaeya always brought an interesting addition to the building and you liked to watch people gravitate toward him. If you were careful and observant, you could hear the secrets they spilled to him as they found the bottom of their drink time and time again. 

If there weren’t any commissions for you to take, you found other things to occupy your day. Asking the shop owners if they had anything they needed to be done, visiting the knights to offer support, or just lounging in the library reading books on more dreary days.

Weeks went by and you started to slip into a normal rhythm. Status reports continued to come in every once in a while, though none of them gave you information on the expedition's return. The news was always fruitful as they found something or were continuing their investigations. You cheered for them on the sidelines and pushed the bitterness of your impatience underneath your feet. 

So, you waited -- 

Sucrose walked through the town square, her upbeat attitude bringing a smile to your face - wait … you turned and saw a few other alchemists walking through the streets - did that mean? 

You ran, ran so fast, faster than you normally would have gone - desperate to find him, your head-turning, people confused and worried that maybe something was off - you were sure the knights would find your behavior unwelcome as it was putting people off guard 

Then you see him, your feet skidding to a stop as he passed through an alleyway, it was only a flash of him and most people might not have even noticed, but you did 

“Albedo!” You scream, your voice echoing through the closely packed streets, the shadows of the tall buildings shrouding you in darkness as you rush through the alleyway. Bursting through the other side, you turn to look in the direction he just turned, hands extended to keep your balance. When you see him, your eyes light up at the sight and his name explodes from your mouth again.

He turns just in time to catch you as you fly through the air. Your legs sway from the momentum, his feet shuffling to steady the both of you. Citizens walk by covering their mouths, laughter slipping through their fingers. 

“Y/N? Is there anything the matter?” His first reaction is of your wellbeing, of course it is. 

“You’re back.” Your voice is muffled, your mouth pressed against his shoulder to cover the joyful tears that threaten to slip from the eyes he hasn’t looked into in such a long time. Your feet settle onto the ground but you don’t dare remove the arms that trap him close to your chest, if you let go there’s no telling if he will disappear from your sight. His hand slides down your back and you feel him shift, his head moving against your hair before he envelops you in his arms even more. 

“You’re back.” You say it again, but this time in disbelief. Pushing away from him, his hands sliding over your arms and holding onto you, you look into his eyes, gaze into his soft, sea-foam green eyes and shake your head. “What took you so long?” 

“We got a bit held up, sorry for making you wait so long.”

“I waited for so long.” He gently places a kiss on the tip of your nose, his lips warming up the chilled bones in your body and breathing life back into your flesh. Your reaction is so strong that you can’t stop the several kisses you liter his face with. One on each cheek, another on his chin, the top of his forehead, and the last one on his lips. 

A reunion like this, no one would blame two lovers for displaying their affection, and so, for as long as the two of you can, you hold the other close. Your foreheads resting against their partners like two birds flying through the sky, or a pair of flowers reaching to bloom in the others' gaze. 

The two of you are showered love as you stand next to the fountain which basks in the presence of the Anemo Archon. 

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summary: you help diluc with his hair | modern college au

warnings: diluc / gn!reader | fluff 

word count: ~980

a/n: apologies if he’s ooc or there’s any errors, i’m sleepy and threw this together pretty quickly after fighting with my own hair all day

sfw content under the cut | 18+ | minors dni

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dating zhongli would include...

zhongli x gn!reader

hc & scenario, sfw, general, no cws, 558 words

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note: im back HAHSHSDHSD. anyways kazuha is most likely the next one with diluc/childe following up and venti/kaeya would be the last ones <33. idk if i should do anything for 500 so if you want me to do another milestone event then lmk!1! if you dont want another event i'll just open requests again since it's been a while.

zhongli ;

i wouldn’t say a slow burn but yeah, your relationship would be a bit… sluggish. although yes, it’s been a while since zhongli started to adapt once more to what the civilization he created has become, it’s not like romance was one of his priorities. it was probably at the near bottom of his list - not anymore though since you two recently started a relationship.

dating zhongli would most likely include a lot of indoor dates. yes, zhongli likes to go outside, but it’s only for a stroll or two. he prefers to spend time with you behind closed doors. he doesn’t mind doing PDA but like i said, indoors is best preferred for the man. your PDA would mostly be handholding and small kisses every now and then though - nothing too big and nothing too small, just the exact amount, you know?

do you know those little lamps around liyue or something? yeah zhongli gets that for you - matching ones too. one for you, and one for him. he said it’s a small memento if you miss him while he’s away for work or other business. but you didn’t expect to get a literal lamp as your so-called “memento” from him. you don’t mind though! the lamp is actually cute and good for display.

he likes to pick flowers for you too. usually makes his own bouquet instead of buying (he has his own reasons) and gives them to you if he gets home from work. you wouldn’t call it a habit of his but it’s certainly something that happens most of the time whenever he goes back home. and to be honest, the flowers he picks are too pretty to the point that you suspect him exploring the other landforms of liyue just to pick them for you.

zhongli is surprisingly good at house cleaning too. he’s almost what you can call “husband material” if it weren’t for his forgetfulness whenever he cooks. he doesn’t set a timer whenever he cooks a dish since “he can just count” but he ends up thinking about something else and loses track of time. whatever he was cooking obviously ends up being overcooked - nearly to be being burnt.

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“dear, you do know that i can just do my tie myself, right?” zhongli said, looking at himself in the body mirror. “so? i wanna do it for you too!” you huffed, continuing to do his tie. you actually had no reason why you volunteered to do it. random words just spewed out of your mouth so here you are, in front of zhongli doing his tie.

you managed to get his tie done, straightening any other messiness in his clothes. zhongli grabbed his coat as you walked him out of the door. “goodluck at work,” you said. zhongli thanked you, making his way outside until you stopped him in his tracks. “wait you forgot something!” you yelled.

zhongli walked back towards your door. “what is it—” you pulled his tie that you worked at earlier this morning and brought him up for a quick goodbye kiss. as you pulled away, you saw hu tao (who was there to walk with zhongli to work) jokingly gagging at the two of you - to which you rolled your eyes at.

a simple wave of goodbye and the two of them were off.

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what would they sneak into your bag when you’re on a long trip —

Just some silly little thing I fell asleep to last night 

Includes : Diluc, Zhongli, Kaeya, Xiao, Albedo, Childe 

Warning -> fluff, SFW

Character X GN reader | Anthology 

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order up ! // how to summon a boyfriend [ childe x reader ]

order up ! one fresh bubble tea + salted caramel + whipped cream for childe! prompt: you summon the demon tartaglia to be your fake boyfriend to get your family off your back about dating. (a promise between two people + monster/mythology au + star-crossed lovers (kind of)) now serving: childe x gn!reader warning labels: selling your soul to a demon?, mentions of occult, typical demon stuff word count: 1.3k words

chef's notes: part of my most recent follower event found here ! i hope you enjoy !

maybe you really had gone crazy.

you sit on the cold tile of your bathroom, shrouded in darkness. before you sits all of the appropriate offerings to summon one of the harbingers and, although you sincerely doubt that it'll work, you're desperate for something, anything to relieve you of your current predicament. your family keeps threatening to set you up on a date with that one stubbornly constipated rich redheaded dude that they insist is a close 'family friend'. you would much rather stay alone than deal with whatever's up with him, especially with the cold and gruff way he greets you.

so, in order to get them off you're back, you've resorted to finding a different suitor. a more... palatable boyfriend, even if its just a temporary arrangement. but rather than ask a friend or even pay some random dude off craigslist to help you (or, y'know, just download tinder), you decided that the best course of action would be to turn to the occult. what better boyfriend could there be than a demon? summoning them would inflict them with contractual obligations to keep your secret, plus you wouldn't have to see them at the grocery store afterwards if things got awkward. if your family asks where they went, you can just say they moved. going back to the underworld is considered to be moving, right?

you shift uncomfortably on the tile before taking a deep breath. you had done your research. the harbingers were those demons once devoted to the tsaritsa, a demon far too powerful for a mere mortal to summon. yet, her devotees were a different story. eleven of them in total, you decided that the demon tartaglia was likely your best bet. sure, he had a bit of a penchant for murder according to the books you had pored over, but he seemed far more likeable than the crazed il dottore or cunning la signora.

maybe choosing the demon whose goal is to conquer the world might not be the best idea, but its too late to worry about such trivial things as you light the match. before you can second guess yourself, you light the candles before you, watching as your illicit offering is illuminated in the soft yellow fluorescence.

nothing happens. disappointment begins to fill in your chest, mixed with embarrassment that you thought this dumb offering would work, but before you can stand up, the candles are doused out with a sizzle that indicates the presence of water. a flash of violet electricity briefly lights up the room before the candles relight themselves. their glow is obscured by a looming creature and you slowly look up to make eye contact with the creature you summoned.

at least, you think it's eye contact. a lavender pearl sits centered in the demon's face as he hunches over to fit himself and his massive horns in the space that clearly wasn't designed to house a creature of his size. the demon remains silent, tilting his head slightly as he peers down at you. his face is unreadable and you aren't sure what to make of his gaze. it doesn't feel predatory... hopefully it's not, at least.

"um, hello!" you greet with a small wave while desperately attempting to not burst out screaming. "are you tartaglia?"

"eleventh of the fatui harbingers," the demon rumbles in a voice that radiates unhuman energies (as if his appearance didn't tell you that to begin with). "yes. i am at your service. i would kneel, but it doesn't seem as if there is enough room in here."

"oh," you laugh nervously. "that's okay! you don't have to kneel! don't worry about it!"

you scoot backwards in the direction of the bathtub to make more room for the demon, but it doesn't seem to help much. tartaglia appears to be nonplussed by the fact that he barely fits in the room and you briefly wonder if he's been summoned to worse locations. yet, before you can ask, his right hand crackles with electro energy.

"which of your enemies would you like me to vanquish first?" tartaglia asks you and sounds far too excited at the concept of killing people on your behalf.

"uh. hm. no vanquishing is necessary... i think?" you say, pondering over the thought. sure, tartaglia could just kill diluc ragnvindr so you don't have to date him, but... that doesn't seem very efficient. or nice. definitely not nice, even if he is super stuffy.

"then... what have you summoned me for?" tartaglia asks. the excitement in his voice is completely drained and is instead replaced by an increasing amount of confusion.

sure, confusing an eldritch entity was certainly what you had planned for tonight. at least he wasn't murdering you... yet.

"oh, i summoned you because i need a fake boyfriend!" you chirp.

"a... boyfriend?" if tartaglia sounded confused before, he's absolutely dumbfounded now. maybe you could add confusing a demon to your resume, but you aren't quite sure why he's confused. the concept seems rather simple to you. summon a demon, get a (fake) boyfriend.

"yeah! we don't actually have to date or anything, but my family is just... pressuring me to settle down with someone and..." you look down at your hands and fiddle nervously with your fingers. this demon has probably lived thousands of years and now he's required to listen to you talk. "i just thought summoning you could help fix my problems."

"sounds like i can help," tartaglia says, yet his voice sounds different, so you look back up at him. rather than the demon that lurked before you just moments ago, a tall, ginger-haired man stands above you. while he still looms over you, he fits quite comfortably in the space of your bathroom and looks almost human, but the crooked smile that he gives you lets you know that he isn't quite normal. sharp fangs greet your eyes, but despite the clear threat of danger that lurks in his deep ocean eyes, you can't help but be drawn in completely to the appearance of this almost-but-not-quite human.

"does this suit your requirements?" tartaglia asks and you stare at him, mouth agape, before slowly nodding.

"you... are okay with this arrangement?" you ask incredulously and tartaglia lets out a laugh.

"of course, comrade! it's just another battle, just... without the blooodshed," tartaglia says, sounding oddly sad about the lack of destruction. "but you'll still owe me the same payment as usual."

right. your soul. hm. sure, why not? there's absolutely no way this could backfire. you take tartaglia's extended hand and stand up and fumble for the light switch. in full lighting, he's nothing short of breathless. his eyes scream of danger and mischief, yet his perfectly sculpted face is the type you would only see on billboards. the demon's smile is utterly charming and the way he looks you up and down has butterflies erupting in your stomach, yet you force yourself to keep a clear head.

"deal," you clasp his hand in yours and shake it enthusiastically. "but, uh, is there something else i could call you?"

tartaglia takes the hand you've placed in his and lifts it up to his lips, pressing a chaste kiss to your knuckles.

"hm. typically, mortals call me either tartaglia or childe. but for you, sweetheart, i suppose you can call me 'ajax'." tartaglia winks at you as he lowers your hand and you stare at him with wide eyes. sure, you had sold your soul off to him, but he was already beginning to take your heart from his simple flirtations as well. you were definitely in over your head, but you had a boyfriend to appease your family, at least.

hopefully they won't ask too many questions.

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fluff/relationships w the mondstadt crew

characters included: diluc, kaeya, and jean

gn! reader as always <3

tw: fluff??? domesticity??? crack??? ideal relationships w people who will never be real??? also mentions of alcohol!

an: so i’m back w a sequel to my “fluff/relationships w the liyue crew” since you guys seemed to really like it <3 thank you my heart is literally melting 😩 this post was getting too long so i excluded some of the characters but expect a part. 2 (more like part 3 but part 2 to the mondstadt version)! 

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diluc

man. this MAN.

that’s it, that’s the headcanon. 

he would literally be the most doting lover in the softest ways

SUCH a soft romantic like you thought you knew love??? nah this man will show you what love is

will constantly leave you things around the winery to convey his silent thank you’s and appreciation for you putting up with him being busy for most of the day

it’s always the most thoughtful things ever too like-

you mentioned how nice it would be to have some fresh lemonade with the hotter weather outside but it was too late in the day to actually go to the market in search of fresh lemons 

the next day you walked downstairs only to be greeted with a pitcher of cool lemonade with a side of lemon bars

there was a note attached to the handle of the pitcher <3 

“i recall you mentioning how lemonade would be perfect for the warmer weather so i decided to make some for you this morning. i hope it’s still cool by the time you drink it. love, d” 

pls sir your hand in marriage

he secretly loves it when you usher him to bed after waking up in the dead of night to see him working by candlelight on reports 

soft hands on his cheeks gently whispering about how, it’s been far too long and come to bed, darling and there will be time for this in the morning

his protests are light given the dark purple hues under his crimson eyes but he’ll still make a little fuss 

don’t let this man fool you tho he’s so so touched that you care enough to check up on him and drag him to bed!!

sometimes on the days he has a bit more free time, the two of you will quickly grab your dinners and race to the highest spot in the winery to watch the setting sun

these moments are always filled with laughter, something you’ve found you’re easily able to pull out of diluc, simply because it’s you 

uncontrollable sobbing

he would let you paint his nails black like the angsty man he is 

frankly he would let you do anything to him if it makes you happy <3 

ok but wait diluc w bLACK NAILS?? AND RINGS??? i would die on the spot ⚰️

on the topic of makeup, this man is surprisingly really good w it 

i like to think he learned after practicing on kaeya when they were younger bc kaeya was really into makeup

you found out after babysitting klee one day and trying failing to draw eyeliner on the sweet girl after her “big brother ‘bedo!”

you hastily grabbed some wipes, gently wiping off the messed up design before attempting to dive back in 

diluc however, had some down time so he decided to check up on his favorite chaotic duo 

only to be met with a pile of dirtied makeup wipes, your frustrated expression, and klee’s growing jitteriness 

swiftly moving to your side, he quietly asked if you needed help 

you glanced up quizzically before handing him the eyeliner, already looking around to find more makeup wipes when this inevitably goes wrong 

to your utter surprise tho the eyeliner is perfect??? two perfect winged lines??? in less than a minute??? WHAT

you just stood there like 😦 before diluc got back up and handed you the eyeliner 

you were short-circuiting, klee was ecstatic, diluc was worried about you 

ok last thing abt diluc 

crack! warning but the both of you like lowkey pranking kaeya 

for diluc it’s revenge on his annoying brother; for you it’s good - natured sibling rivalry fun 

every time the two of you see kaeya, one of you always swipes something of his 

small things really, it could be a pen or a handkerchief

one time, diluc swiped kaeya’s spare eyepatch and from the looks of it, kaeya’s only spare black eyepatch bc he was frantically looking for it yk he’s desperate when he even asked diluc if he saw it

the two of you spent an hour nearly laughing your asses off 

all in all, life w him is so sweet 

kaeya

pretty boy? pretty boy. 

while i can’t guarantee stability, life would never be boring w this man that’s for sure

piggy back rides 🗣 piggy back rides 🗣 piggy back rides 

he LOVES it, the feel of you on his back while he’s walking around mondstadt most likely carrying you to your commission 

he finds it comforting especially since he can hear the rumble of your voice against him while you recount stories, or just babble on about everything under the sun 

he is SO dramatic so obviously when y’all reach the site of the commission he has to kill all the monsters even tho the both of you agreed to split it up evenly 

he makes quick work of his set before stealing some of yours much to your chagrin 

you scold him but can you really be mad at him when he looks drop dead gorgeous freezing the hilichurls the answer is no, no you cannot be

oh my god ok wait-

he does this thing where he tries to spook you in public 

so say you’re getting groceries at the mondstadt general store

you round the corner just minding your own business, looking around, taking in the sunshine 

and suddenly you just hear someone drop in behind you but before you can register anything you hear a soft “boo” and hands circle your waist 

you jump SIKE let’s be honest you shrieked 

meanwhile kaeya’s just laughing his ass off 

you can hear his rich peals of laughter while you attempt to regain your bearings 

he does this so often you SHOULD be used to it but you really aren’t bc mans is SNEAKY-

he cards his fingers in your hair whenever you’re speaking 

he doesn’t know why, it’s just a cute habit and he finds the feel of his fingers in your hair soothing

oH on the topic of comfort, kaeya really likes resting two fingers on the back of your neck???

ik he seems like the type to throw his arm around your shoulder which yes he totally is but during more serious conversations his hand automatically seeks out the warmth of your neck 

your neck feels amazing especially during the warmer months due to his chilly fingers contrasting with your warm skin  

he likes that he’s able to access such a vulnerable part of you and you would willingly let him 

HE GETS YOU MATCHING OUTFITS

no i will NOT take criticism on this i just kNOW he’s that type of guy

it would be those stupid “i’m his” and “they’re mine” sweatshirts like BYE 

it’s so cringy but for some reason it’s oddly adorable and you truly despise it but you can’t seem to say no whenever he asks 

you pretend to ignore the look of pity diluc throws your way whenever he sees you like this

kaeya really loves accessories so i think he would be the type to give you a promise ring or something similar to show that he truly does care for you 

he would brush it off, flirting a little like usual before handing you the ring 

with the way his cheeks softly darken though, you know he’s being genuine 

TICKLE FIGHTS ik i mentioned this for childe but shhhh

he has tickle fingers??? his hands just loOK like they’re itching to tickle someone so you’ll most likely be the unfortunate victim 

he will not show you mercy. at all. he’ll tickle you until there are tears streaming from your eyes, your face is hot, and your voice is hoarse from laughing so damn hard 

it gives him such a rush of serotonin its SO CUTE 

i feel like this goes without saying but he’s super into pda,,, anything and everything is on the table 

hand holding? duh. ass grabs? ofc. carrying you bridal style around mondstadt? why not 

ik he’s typically very playful but once the relationship reaches a certain stage, he’ll slowly start to let down the walls that surround his facade 

very very slowly show you the more realistic parts of him 

the real, damaged pieces of his soul 

he’ll be carefully monitoring your reaction though, any sign of fear or disgust will have him recoiling within himself again and you most likely will never see his true nature ever again 

SO BE CAREFUL 👹

once you’ve seen the parts of him he’s offered to you, the hushed whispers of his past, and the uncertain lines of his future, he will take off his eyepatch 

pretends like he’s not super nervous but he’s SWEATING- 

the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen though hands down 

you can understand why he covers it up but you would like it if he felt comfortable enough to take off the eyepatch occasionally when he’s with you 

also!!! sleeps with his eyepatch side facing you (in the event he wears it to bed) 

if this happens you KNOW he trusts you bc it’s his blindside <3 

anyways life w kaeya will never be boring but he is a very complicated man 

stay with him though, i promise it’ll be worth it 

jean

the key to jean’s heart is coffee and food 

GET HER COFFEE AND FOOD

i am begging you she deserves it 😭

the poor woman works so hard bc the knights are so mf understaffed, this is literally the best way you can ever show her your love and appreciation when she has work

she will MELT if you have a hot shower and dinner waiting for her when she inevitably returns later than she promised

will completely refuse at first with, “you did not have to do this, it’s too much” but shush her as you shOULD bc she deserves the entire world 

she’s the definition of “you do something for me, i’ll return the favor ten times grander”

you leave a flower on her desk bc it reminded you of her??? you’ll wake up to find a whole bouquet of the prettiest windwheel asters you’ve ever seen the next morning along with a thank you note

she’s so sweet BYE

she gets flustered extremely easily so you obviously use this as an opportunity to tease her 

when you’re in public rest your hand on her waist and inch it higher until your hand is underneath her shirt and in contact with her warm skin 

she’ll actually short-circuit its quite adorable 

sometimes y’all will be cuddling and you’ll hear whispers of her insecurities 

“am i a good grand master? will i ever be as valiant as vanessa?”

reassure her!!! tell her that she doesn’t need to be like vanessa, she’s already amazing as jean 

if you haven’t seen her in awhile, track her down and schedule a lunch date 

she never misses appointments and if it’s for you, she’ll gladly make time to see you even if she has to stay up even later than usual 

OH-

GIVE HER MASSAGES 

she has so much tension and the sorest muscles from hunching over papers and running around on errands 

if you sneak into her office and quietly stand behind her before gently pushing down on the sore tendons of her neck, she’ll genuinely fall over on her desk 

so make sure you steady her 😀

after you feel how tight her muscles are though, you drag her to barbara bc she needs a healer asap 😭

while most of your time is spent in her office - you helping out in the ways you can while jean is overseeing knight duties - you still have your fair share of life outside of the favonius headquarters

jean never likes to sit still so whenever you have free time, the both of you head off looking for monsters to clear

bouken da bouken???

adventuring w jean is seriously the funnest thing you could ever do 

it’s just non-stop you accidentally getting into trouble and her having to come help you 

even tho the both of you are dead tired after fighting, what? 20 hilichurl camps now??? the laughter and joy in your eyes shows how you both truly loved every minute of it

it’s both a stress reliever, good fun, and a work-out <3

you’re definitely prone to getting dragged to angel’s share w kaeya 

kaeya and jean sometimes hang out after work at the tavern so inevitably you’re dragged along too 

all three of you are drunk out of your minds which just makes everything a MILLION times funnier 

kaeya slurring over his words makes the two of you start cackling endlessly while diluc just shakes his head making sure to not give you more wine despite your pleas 

angel’s share ft. kaeya and bartender diluc are always the best times fr fr 

life with her literally feels like y’all are married 

so much domesticity it’s so NICE ALJDKSFH

your house is always so clean and the color scheme is impeccable bc jean has such a good eye 

you have a chore schedule 😎 but it almost never works out bc jean ends up doing everything without you knowing- 

you always confront her abt it and she’s like 😁 “i had some time so i did them! no worries tho” like i- time??? where bitc-

oH- she has amazing style so you can bet shopping w her is literally the best experience 

she takes you to all of the hidden gems some places lisa recommended and helps you pick out things 

will 100% get really blushy if you come out in something and ask her for her opinion tho she’s literally the cutest

basically jean is a sweet girl who deserves the entirety of teyvat that is all. 

thanks for reading! if you have any requests don’t hesitate to send them in <3 

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isle abode

featuring —

✧ eula x f!reader

warnings ―

✧ rumors, mc is from fontaine

notes ―

✧ written for a friend

synopsis ―

✧ while at a party filled with lowly nobles, eula asks you for a dance

Mankind’s fatal flaw was prejudice. Assumptions and hatred thrown at someone due to their last name was fairly common in Mondstadt, especially aimed at descendants of aristocrats who were long gone.

And perhaps it was because of those rumors that you—a foreigner—were able to befriend the infamous Eula Lawrence so fluently. Like a river coursing into the ocean, maybe the stars had aligned to bring you into her life.

Yes, that’s right. Her cold, desolate life. A life driven by vengeance and desperation, a void that she struggled to crawl out of everyday.

It was cold. But you, you were like a flame. And she, maybe she was the person who discovered fire for the first time. Its everlasting warmth in times of cold, cold like this night, cold like the moonlight and the stares she got every time she did something so minor like going outside.

Glancing ahead of her, it was as if the cryo-visioned woman was an island in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by nothing but ocean and sea. Here, in this noble party arranged by the Ragnvindr head, Eula was a stranger. A stranger to all these nobles, yet so familiar with those icy stares.

And then you arrived. You and your beautiful Fontaine garments that she would never grow tired of. Unlike Mondstadt, Fontaine was still stuck in a limbo of fancy hats and clothes— as if they were still in the Victorian era.

But that’s not what matters. Here, you were gorgeous, stunning— everything. You were everything to her and everything in general. Now, you were a boat approaching her island, untouched island that nobody dared to know or get close to.

“[Name],” Eula greeted formally, a kind smile on her face as she stared past the side of your head, unfazed at the way those good-for-nothing nobles hid behind their eccentric fans, murmurs and gossip already beginning to spread.

“Eula,” You returned her greeting, bowing politely in a performer-like manner, a signature of Fontaine, your home.

“Care to dance with this sinner?” Holding a gloved hand out generously, a fond smile graced the woman’s lips. Her sky blue hair seemed to shimmer like a beach under the diamond-lantern’s lights, the grin on her face reminding you so benevolently of warmth, such a contrast compared to her crystal-azure vision.

Like a wildfire, rumors already began to spread. Malicious deceits of “Lady [Name] must be blackmailed into dancing with that… thing” and “Poor Lady [Name]... maybe she should’ve stayed in Fontaine” were the hot topic of those nobles, yet even so,

Eula swore. In this little island of hers, this isolated spot with just you and her— she could not hear a single thing. Lies were just lies, rumors were just rumors, truth would never be found in an endless hole of darkness.

So she shone a light. A spotlight only she could see, a light that landed directly on you as you placed your hand in her gloved one. For once, Eula cursed the fabric for getting in between the opportunity of being able to hold your fingers fully, but at the same time, she was grateful for her calluses and scars would never be shown to you.

Because maybe if you learned who she— Eula Lawrence— truly was, you would’ve run like the others. Flee from this island of hers, all because of myths.

“Of course,” You replied with a smile equally as kind as hers, equally as transparent and adoring. You heard those rumors too, definitely, yet you didn’t heed a single thing.

That. That was what the Spindrift Knight fell for. Your genuine search for the truth, a truth that had been shrouded with so many fakes that even she would fall for it if she weren’t careful.

“In truth, Lady Eula,” you held one of her hands in yours, the other swung around her neck for support, “I’m not a very good dancer.”

The woman giggled quietly, moonkissed eyes crinkling in amusement before retaining her previous calm facade.

“That’s alright, just leave it to me, Lady [Name].”

Her gloved hand wrapped around your waist, swinging you along as if she had danced with you numerous times before. Like a lotus on water, Eula was quick to substitute any of your missteps or mistakes, not batting an eye every time you stepped on her feet.

Hair swaying like it was truly an ocean wave, the light taps of her shoes and smalltalk that left her lips were all so alluring. Maybe if this were a mythic time, Eula would be the siren and you would be the bystander. But here, you would willingly give up your life just to hear her voice that seemed to drip with a chilled honey.

That sounds weird, you thought, partially thankful that Eula was not paying attention to your facial expressions, too busy guiding you along the dance floor. Her hand fit so perfectly on your waist, you wondered if it was meant to be there. Perhaps, it was.

Slowing down, the piano and violin came to a stop, signaling the end of the first dance of the night.

Releasing your waist from her hold, Lady Eula bowed politely with her head bent slightly down to the ground, your grip on reality finally becoming tangible once you returned her bow.

“Thank you, Lady [Name].”

“For what?”

Eula smiled. She smiled so faintly, so honestly to your eyes as her smooth pale skin seemed to shine.

“For that dance.”

Preparing to turn around and leave, your body seemed to move faster than your brain could react. With one hand wrapped around the knight’s sleeve, your ears and cheeks suddenly felt hot from the sudden movement.

“Yes?” Eula glanced at your hand, then your face— an amused expression dusted her face like pixie dust as you stared at the floor in shame.

“Ah, I apologize for my rudeness,” you let go of her wrist, “but would you perhaps like to accompany me to the balcony?” In your peripheral, you spotted an open doorway, the moon and stars glimmering past it like a paradise that you could only enter once.

For this moment, you’d like to enter it with her—the sinner—Eula Lawrence. Maybe past those doors, she could soar like she deserved, untouched by the cruel thorns that were cultivated by lowly rumors.

Already coming up beside you, Eula rested a hand on your lower back, guiding you to the balcony you seemed to stare so dreamily at.

“Why of course, my lady.”

Your heart exploded.

Each step felt like you were dragging weights, the thought of Eula’s hand resting on your lower back occupying your mind like how a dying man would only think about living.

Stepping out onto the pearl white balcony, golden railings lined the side, dulling compared to the cryo-visioned woman that stood beside you.

The night was cold, yet for some reason, you felt warm. An indescribable kind of warm, like you were home after venturing out for so long.

“[Name],” Eula dropped the formalities, a shiver running down your spine from the way your name rolled off her lips. Like an iceberg being flipped or a knight’s oath, the heat from the absent sun was nothing that could compare to this feeling. This feeling of love.

You glanced at her, surprised to see she was already staring at you. Staring, staring like you were the most magnificent painting in the world, staring like you were the only thing in the world, this cruel, cold world.

Her eyes. They were like dawn, the sun peeking through the once-dark sky. They looked like all of your dreams personified, everything and anything you’ve ever wanted laid inside those same irises and pupils.

“Yes?”

It was silent—so much so that you could hear the sound of crickets and the way nobles chattered in such an unsophisticated manner. Yet once again, with her, with her and her stardust eyes, her and her ocean blue hair,

Her. For it was all about her.

Studying you like a puzzle, Eula gently took your hands in hers, the chilling feeling of her gloved fingers wrapping around yours, interlacing so perfectly you swore, this galaxy, this era, this moment was made for just her.

They say a knight’s oath is one of the most honorable moments in a knight’s life.

Today, Eula’s oath to you was to love you unconditionally.

Can you see it? In those dawn-blessed eyes?

“Speak,”

“I love you.”