#> written by albedo... ⟡ (ic)

[citrinitxs]

What a view... How about a quick break so I can sketch this beautiful scenery?

DISCLAIMER: This blog is a roleplay and interaction blog (SFW). The admin DOES NOT roleplay NSFW threads unless with close friends.

Greetings. My name is Albedo. It must be your first time coming to the camp, hm? If you are lost, you may peruse through these books. If you have any questions, you may reach out to me for inquiries. Thank you for coming. -> (NEW) CARRD.CO -> Favonius Handbook -> Process of Alchemy -> Creator of Kreideprinz -> Albedo's Sketchbook -> PSA from Alice

[kararisa]

marigold promises

pairing: albedo x gn!reader

genre: social media au, modern/college au, childhood friends to academic rivals to lovers, slow burn

summary: it was evident that you and albedo have changed in the five years you’ve spent apart, but you know better than to view him through the lens of nostalgia. with one goal on your mind – graduate valedictorian – who better to stand in your way than the studious, intelligent, ice-cold albedo? one thing’s for sure: he’s going down.

warnings: swearing, crack, light angst, unrealistic depictions of college, family issues, self-doubt, abandonment issues, side ships (tighnari gets paired with a moot); specific chapter warnings will be at the beginning of the chapter — will be updated as the series continues

status: ongoing

author's notes:

my first smau hehe. i've been working on this for a while so i'm really excited! updates will be sporadic but i'll do my best to update often.

the timestamps don't matter unless i say they do!

apologies in advance if i miss any grammar mistakes, english isn't my first language

pictures used are simply to add visual description and do not depict the reader's skin color, height, etc.

written chapters are marked with (☕︎)

profiles:

coffee addicts ([name]'s friends)

donut disco (albedo's friends)

year 1 — whether i like it or not || playlist

01. finally, a worthy opponent! || 02. why pay for netflix?

03. if looks could kill || 04. impromptu cramming session

05. enigma (☕︎) || bonus. i hate it here

06. temporary truce || bonus. crisis companion

07. crack theory || bonus. bread

08. twin pendants (☕︎) || 09. no harm in asking

10. the print shop by the mondmart || 11. #TCUClubFair

12. save me a slice || 13. miss you too

14. caffeinate me up || 15. u ok?

16. hell week (☕︎) || 17. dean's lister

18. please send help || 19. 6/10 difficulty (☕︎)

20. #ynsweep || 21. equilibrium (☕︎)

22. look me in the eyes (☕︎) || 23. team bonding

24. how could i, when it's you? (☕︎) || 25. kiss for good luck

year 2 — we make a good team, partner || playlist

26. lab partner thief || 27. dodoco

28. not even remotely subtle || 29. jealousy doesn't look good on you

bonus. ultra secret project proposal || 30. ice cream for three (☕︎)

31. "just" the lab report (☕︎) || 32. a letter and a promise (☕︎)

33. that damn cardigan || 34. shit happens, that's life

35. on instinct || 36. don't be a stranger

bonus. soft launch season

year 3 — promise me this || playlist

37. the college experience || 38. keep it coming

39. the day the world stopped moving (☕︎) || bonus. an unexpected call (☕︎)

40. i can sense your denial || 41. what is wrong with me

42. stubborn™ (☕︎) || 43. strawberry hair tie

44. get your shit together || 45. in spite of it all (☕︎)

46. right here

tba

year 4 — these bonds that bind us || playlist

tba

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[itsabouttimex2]

Can I request a platonic yandere sun wukong and macaque realizing that the teen mystic monkey they've been raising is planning to leave ffm?

O Child of Unity

(I’m assuming you want Shadowpeach, then? I’m still not the best with it, but I’ll try! Also, a new bot is up!🧡💜 Also again, this fic is compliant with Deepest Hues- which I’ll expand on soon!)

There are four base colors in our world: black, white, yellow, and red. Together, these four hues represent the base components of alchemy- nigredo, albedo, citrinitas, and rubedo.

In times ancient and forgotten, a massive reservoir of these four colors existed in each corner of the earth. Like pools of chaos they surged, brimming with power and life. From each of these brightly-hued depths did an egg arise, containing a Mystic Monkey of incredible potential.

One of light. One of shadow. One of snow. One of fire.

And recently, a brand new simian, born of a union from nigredo and citrinitas, pitch black and bright yellow fusing their mystical lineage into a mottled green.

Their union blessed the world with a little virescent monkey, big eyes and soft fur-

You.

The world is such a wonderful place, you’ve learned. Geysers of boiling water and hunched spikes of snow. Sand white as bone and lakes stained pink by algae. Forests comprised of just one tree and diminutive flowers with digestive maws.

From book to book you’ve torn, indulging your curious brain in every last little wonder of the world- from glacial peaks to crystal caverns.

How many pages have you worn away by now, dreaming of wonders far beyond your reach? How many dreams has your mind spun, longing for something new? How many times have you lost the world to a lovely little daydream that took hours to shake?

A less generous eye would view this behavior as unhealthy. They might even refer to it as a ‘coping mechanism’, spending half the day locked into a foggy haze, pretending that life was more exiting, more fulfilling.

Even you had come to realize the inherent instability of your constant stupor, eventually.

All you have to do to fix this problem, then… is make those dreams a reality!

…right?

Right! No time to waste worrying!

Packing is easy! It used to be a time-killer of yours as a child, pretending to go on adventures across the world with only your trusty well-stocked backpack. All these little games were played out under the watchful eyes of your fathers, ensuring your fun never turned dangerous or led you somewhere that was off-limits.

You’d pick a locale and prepare for an ‘expedition’ with snacks and clothes, always running and asking Bába to open the pantry for you.

“A winter adventure,” Sun Wukong would lovingly coo, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Sounds like fun, bud! Don’t forget to pack your warm socks, kay?”

He’d laugh and play along, pushing sandwiches and chocolate protein bars into your hands, always with a pouch of juice to pair. Sometimes he’d go the extra mile of bagging them up, giving you a paper sack that wouldn’t be out of place on a field trip.

(How often you begged to be enrolled in school, physical or at least online. And your fathers would ‘tsk’ and shake their heads, but quickly promise you ice cream as a bandage balm for your youthful sorrow.)

And then he’d watch your little journeys with a quirked eyebrow, smiling as you pulled your plushes (given that you had no playmates outside of base simians and your often busy fathers) along and narrated your games.

You’d fill out a page in your bulky journal detailing the ‘journey’, consigning your little hours of make-believe to white pages.

And as you had grown, that many-paged journal stayed tucked under your arm, all your thoughts and hopes written away into it.

Even now, as you stare out at the endless horizon so plainly in front of you- the book is held to your chest, warmed by the excited beat of your heart.

It holds all those dreams you’ve dreamt for a full decade now, each one precious and utterly perfect to your nostalgic mind.

The grass is long and bright, glistening with morning dew. It sparkles under the rising rays of the sun, a picturesque landscape laying in front of you. Flower Fruit Mountain (Mount Huaguo, as your fathers sometimes called it) was beautiful. Is beautiful. But pretty can only satiate the mind for so long, and certainly couldn’t fulfill your wanderlust any longer.

You had explored every cave, climbed every tree, mucked every puddle, cuddled every monkey.

It had been nice. And you’d miss it, but-

The world was waiting!

And you could wait no longer.

Stuffing the oversized book into your backpack, you do the one thing you’ve wanted to do for years- and take off running.

Lush grass rips under your feet, laying in scattered half-length piles as your boots tear across the wet ground. Muddy footprints squash down flowers and weeds alike, nothing stopping your gleeful dash.

Over puddles and through tree crooks, beneath towering canopies and across deep ponds- you run. All that hampers you is the heavy bags strapped to your back and waist, full of the supplies you once only dreamed of handling during a journey.

A real, actual journey! How long had you waited?! Years and years! And it was finally coming true!

But you turn the corner of a rock too quickly, and smack head-on into something solid and warm, the figure grasping you tightly.

And all too suddenly, one of your fathers- Macaque- stares down at you, clearly displeased.

“Explain,” he sharply says, holding out the note you had left on the dining table, unfolded and excitedly penned. It had been written in such a rush of gleeful adrenaline that some parts are nigh-unintelligible.

But; even with wild pen scrawl and joyful errors, it was clearly an intended farewell.

The claw marks shredding through half of the paper is proof that he hadn’t exactly taken the notion well.

“Y/N. What the hell is this? You’re running away?”

“N-no! I’m just-“

“Do you think this is how it all works? You throw a note on the table and head out into a world you know nothing about?”

“I do know about the world! I’ve been researching it for years!”

“Your ‘research’ doesn’t mean a thing! You have no skills, no experience, nothing!”

“Because you won’t let me do anything!”

The accusation causes him to bristle in anger, lips pulled back as he snarls. His fangs, glistening and sharp, draw your attention.

(Sometimes you forget what Macaque has done. How scary he can be. Sometimes you forget that he’s never regretted his crimes. Moments like this are happy to remind you.)

Your bravado and boldness vanish startlingly quickly, shrinking under the furious gaze of the simian.

The Six-Eared simian snags your wrist, stomping over to a cavernous rift of shadows. With your arm held tight, he jumps in and drags you along.

You fall from a ceiling and into the waiting arms of your other father, Wukong. He grins and nuzzles the fur of his cheek to your own, relishing in the warmth of familial closeness. A golden brazier burns next to him, recently lit and brightly chugging the wooden fuel within.

“Someone was up to a little bit of mischief, huh?”

His reaction is the polar opposite to Macaque- where his husband blows up and seethes, the Great Sage lies to himself and pretends that everything is okay. It’s easier to think of his child as a little imp than an outright runaway.

As Wukong dotes, Macaque rips away the thick jacket and boots that you were wearing, throwing them into the nearest closet.

You didn’t need them, after all. You weren’t going anywhere.

Though a part of you is disgruntled to have some of your clothing torn away so suddenly, it’s only when he snatches the backpack that you scrabble from the Great Sage’s arms.

“Don’t mess with that!” You call, trying to wrangle the bag from his grip- but he’s got your journal before you manage to pry it free.

He holds the gargantuan journal, full of all the dreams you had through your life- to see snow penitentes, to view miscolored lakes, to visit ancient forests, to explore the world that had been kept from you for so long.

“This is what gave you those ideas? Your little baby book, kiddo?”

“It’s not-“

“Shut it! You tried to run away. You don’t get to speak right now.”

He takes a moment to breath, glaring at the offending journal. To him, the answer is clear- get rid of the book, and he’ll get rid of your silly ideations of “freedom”. If it comes undone to the very binds, then maybe you’ll give up on leaving and return to the cozy schedule your fathers adhere you to. Forehead kisses and morning cuddles, shared meals and long naps through the cold of winter.

Without it, his life will go back to being perfect, and to an obsessive villain like Macaque?

A little bit of your sorrow is worth the happiness that keeping you close brings.

“Enough of these pointless dreams.”

The Six-Eared Macaque stands to his full height, the multicolored glow on his ears fading to black as his eyes burned red. With one angry sling, he throws your book into the deepest ashes of the gilded brazier.

It catches quick, melting and warping for just a brief few milliseconds before incinerating.

You stand there for a moment in sheer disbelief, watching as a decade of heartfelt writing crumbles away in seconds.

The raw, unspeakable hurt it produces leaves you breathless and mute, incapable of summoning even a single sorrowful word.

Macaque staggers back as tears bubble up in your eyes- even the villain himself has realized that this was a step much too far. His intention; as often to the innocent and undeserving, was to inflict suffering.

Even his own family wasn’t off the table.

His sable hands are much too slow in retrieving the book from uncaring flames, snagging only an empty cover now bereft of inner pages.

Ruined. Utterly ruined and destroyed.

The slow realization that you’ll never have back your childhood journal, never read again your years of games and research, never write another word in the precious book, never finish it- never, never, never, never, all in a devastating row.

The realization sinks in slow, but clicks into place all the same.

A low whimper builds in your throat, slowly pitching up as wetness spill down your cheeks. So many tears fall that they blind your vision, pairing well with the sobs that escape you.

Wukong glares at his partner with boiling eyes, a look of outright hatred in them. “Macaque. What. The. Hell.”

“…they h-had to learn a lesson,” he weakly justifies, his cowardice bubbling up in full force.

Run from Five Phases Mountain. Run from the Brotherhood. Run from Wukong. Run from the Lady Bone Demon. Run from the Samadhi Fire. Run from consequences and run from heroes, and pray that everyone forgets how badly he deserves to be punished for his cruelty and arrogance and sins.

Still a little rat, slinking in the shadows.

“Get out,” the Great Sage snarls, fangs dripping with immeasurable hatred, and, as ever, as always-

Macaque runs.

Wukong turns to you as his pitch husband bolts, throwing off his chest-plate and wrapping his unfathomably powerful arms around your quivering form.

He’s warm, much like a spring of volcanic water, or sun-kissed wood.

Or a raging, burning fire.

You don’t really want to be warm right now.

But the ferocity with which you pound his chest and gut leave the simian utterly unfazed, shushing and hushing you all the same.

“Shh, pumpkin, shh. You know your Bába hates to see you cry. C’mon, let’s dry those tears. Y’know what? How about we get you some ice cream, bud? Something sweet and cold to make you feel better.”

Wukong doesn’t wait for a response. He rarely does. The immortal boosts you up into his arms, heading to the kitchen. He kisses your cheeks and forehead and the bridge of your nose, trying to placate your tears with an overdose of physical affection.

This was your life. Your world.

And you were starting to doubt that you’d ever leave it.

[kazumist]

FOR MY HONEYBUNCH .ᐟ

✩ — in which you decided to poke some fun while you were out getting coffee with friends, and what's the most fun way to do so if not giving a silly and corny callsign as your name to the attractive barista working?

✩ — albedo x gn!reader. fluff/crack. wc: 612. a lot of random characters had a cameo in this for funsies. pacing is really fast imo but oh well. reblogs and feedback are well appreciated !!

“are you guys sure about this?” mona asks.

“let them be, momo. if the barista reacts negatively to it, then it’s none of our fault," childe replies.

well, to formally start things, it was a normal afternoon when you and your circle of friends decided to go out for some coffee since you all had a vacant at the same time. however, nothing really goes calmly when either childe or kaeya is with you (worse if they’re both together)—which brings you right now to you, who had just finished saying all of your orders to the cashier.

mona rolls her eyes at the nickname childe wouldn’t stop calling her with. “still, what is going on in all three of your heads? seriously, making them name themselves “honeybunch”?” she replies to him. “calm down, mona. it’s not like every day there’s a hot barista that you just randomly encounter.” kaeya joins in, chuckling at his words.

“i say kaeya has a point! like have you seen him, mona?” you finally say. when your group had finally settled for a table, mona steals a glance at the barista that you’ve been eyeing ever since you stepped foot into the cafe. “well… he isn’t so bad, i guess. and he does look like your type.” she sighs.

“but do you even know his name?”

“his nametag reads albedo when i passed by him earlier when i came out of the restroom.” keqing approaches the table, taking the seat next to mona.

“damn, even his name sounds good.”

“seriously?”

-

after a bit more chitchat and catching up with your friends, you had a feeling that your orders should be done by now. and that was when you heard it.

“one iced latte for… my honeybunch?” you heard it. you heard him say the silly name you assigned for yourself.

it just popped up randomly, honestly. you didn’t want to be that concerning and say that your name would be “my darling” or just simply darling on it’s own. so you had to settle for something more simple. simple yet silly.

and what else could it be if not honeybunch?

god, this might’ve been the most memorable moment you’ve had in a cafe.

childe was already snickering when he heard it for the first time, and it seems like he’s not going to last any longer when he hears it for the second time either. people were slowly giving looks, not expecting to hear such a… unique name being called out to the barista. and mona was close to melting at her seat because of embarrassment over the shenanigan you had just pulled.

“(name), get up, you idiot. that’s your order," kaeya says. he’s starting to feel bad for the poor guy since he’s still waiting for someone to claim the order in hand.

quickly getting up from your seat, you walked towards the counter, where the tray full of your friends’ and your order were neatly placed. as you placed your hands on the tray to hold it, you felt albedo’s hand brush against yours—as if it were a reflex to help you carry that tray towards your table. and is it crazy to say that his touch felt a bit electrifying despite his hands feeling soft?

-

the day moved on as usual, much to your dismay. albedo continued on his shift, and you as well as your friends stayed there until you were all ready to go. what you didn’t notice at first was that there was extra tissue left. but what surprised you more was the message written on the tissue itself.

coffee, saturday, 9 a.m.?

- A :)

what a memorable afternoon indeed.

[merakiui]

༺♡༻ 𝓋𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓉.

☆ welcome to the lunar love hotel, where bitter/sweet secrets are scattered amidst shimmering stardust! ☆

𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

☆ the lunar love hotel will be open and accepting guests from genshin impact and twisted wonderland throughout days 1-28 of february 2023. once the month of february has ended, the lunar love hotel will no longer be accepting guests.

☆ all guests will be written as +18. all orders will be nsfw (or sfw if specified) and x reader.

☆ for the convenience of our staff, please be patient and polite when checking in. additionally, please be specific with your order details from the menus listed below. if a reader’s gender is not specified, it will be written gender neutral.

☆ you may order two treats from each menu with up to three guests (separate or together). please make all distinctions clear when necessary.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　guest lists 　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

genshin impact - lumine, aether, kaeya alberich, lisa minci, jean gunnhildr, rosaria, diluc ragnvindr, albedo, venti, eula lawrence, mona, beidou, ningguang, keqing, tartaglia, zhongli, ganyu, xiao, yelan, shenhe, kaedehara kazuha, kamisato ayaka, yoimiya, sangonomiya kokomi, thoma, gorou, arataki itto, yae miko, raiden shogun, shikanoin heizou, tighnari, cyno, candace, nilou, dehya, alhaitham, kaveh, kabukimono/scaramouche/wanderer, il dottore, colombina, sandrone, la signora, pantalone, il capitano, arlecchino.

twisted wonderland - riddle rosehearts, ace trappola, deuce spade, cater diamond, trey clover, leona kingscholar, jack howl, ruggie bucchi, azul ashengrotto, jade leech, floyd leech, kalim al-asim, jamil viper, vil schoenheit, epel felmier, rook hunt, idia shroud, malleus draconia, silver, sebek zigvolt, lilia vanrouge, rollo flamm, neige leblanche, che’nya.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　miscellaneous menu 　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

type of writing & dynamic.

☆ assorted macarons - headcanons

☆ layered cake - oneshot (more than 1k words)

☆ flower bouquet - ficlet (under 1k words)

☆ lacy lingerie - established relationship

☆ sparkling champagne - ex-lovers

☆ cherry wine - rivals/enemies

☆ strawberry ice cream - friends with benefits

☆ sweet lollipops - [insert your own dynamic]

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　midnight menu　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

yandere/dark content.

☆ red velvet cupcakes - non-con

☆ lemon squares - dub-con

☆ sea salt caramels - drugging

☆ custard donuts - forced pregnancy/baby-trapping

☆ banana pudding - kidnapping

☆ red bean mochi - stalking

☆ chamomile tea - somnophilia

☆ sugar stars - [insert your own kink/scenario or a prompt from the morning menu]

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　morning menu 　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

non-yandere/fluffy content.

☆ pineapple parfait - honeymoon

☆ fruit smoothie - confession

☆ apple pancakes - date night

☆ cinnamon rolls - marriage proposal

☆ cream puffs - aftercare

☆ blueberry muffins - love letters from them to you

☆ coffee - meet-cute

☆ candy hearts - [insert your own prompt]

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　lunar love hotel masterlist 　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

☆ malleus draconia - flower bouquet, red velvet cupcakes, red bean mochi.

☆ tartaglia, kaedehara kazuha, azul ashengrotto - assorted macarons, sparkling champagne, red velvet cupcakes, red bean mochi.

☆ floyd leech - layered cake, sweet lollipops, candy hearts.

☆ jade leech - flower bouquet, sea salt caramels, sugar stars.

☆ rollo flamme - layered cake, red bean mochi, blueberry muffins.

☆ ruggie bucchi - flower bouquet, strawberry ice cream, cream puffs, fruit smoothie.

☆ rook hunt - flower bouquet, red bean mochi, banana pudding.

☆ vil schoenheit, jade leech, floyd leech - flower bouquet, custard donuts.

☆ malleus draconia & azul ashengrotto - assorted macarons, lacy lingerie, sea salt caramels, lemon squares.

☆ kaedehara kazuha, scaramouche, azul ashengrotto - assorted macarons, sea salt caramels, chamomile tea, sugar stars.

☆ scaramouche - layered cake, sweet lollipops, lemon squares, sea salt caramels.

☆ idia shroud - flower bouquet, lemon squares, sugar stars.

☆ floyd leech - flower bouquet, cherry wine, red velvet cupcakes.

☆ alhaitham - layered cake, red velvet cupcakes.

☆ floyd leech & jade leech - flower bouquet, banana pudding, lemon squares.

☆ jade leech - flower bouquet, red velvet cupcakes, banana pudding.

☆ scaramouche - flower bouquet, strawberry ice cream, lemon squares, custard donuts.

☆ azul ashengrotto - flower bouquet, chamomile tea, lemon squares, fruit smoothie.

☆ floyd leech & jade leech - assorted macarons, lacy lingerie, sea salt caramels, pineapple parfait.

[lumiconic]

falling asleep on their shoulder

❥  summary: fluff drabbles of taking a nap on their shoulder 💤

❥  characters: childe ; scaramouche ; albedo ; chongyun

❥ content: gn reader, modern au, fluff

❥ note: yayyy more fluff ^u^!! tysm for the support so far!!

♪ CHILDE

• after a long day at an amusement park where you screamed until your throat was hoarse, shared puffs of neon cotton candy, and collected trinkets and plushies, the two of you are on the train home. the ride is a lengthy one, but you’ve passed it so far playing card games and chatting about the day.

• you’re both tired and quieter now; childe has an earbud in and you look sleepy. you have your arms wrapped around a massive plush of the amusement park’s mascot – a teal dragon with dark blue scales spiraling up its soft back – and you cradle it to your chest snugly, leaning against childe.

• his eyes on his phone, he doesn’t notice until the gentle thrum of his music is interrupted by a soft snore that your eyes are closed and your head is resting on his shoulder. he looks down at you with a mixture of amusement and fondness curling his lips into a lopsided smile; your eyelashes are so long it’s a wonder they aren’t tangled.

• you sleep soundly, your arms once falling away from your plush before he carefully tucks it back beside you. childe gazes out the window and at the landscapes rushing past, the sweet palette of oranges and yellows and pinks gradually giving way to midnight blue and twinkling stars, and leans back against the headrest as the gentle sound of your breathing lulls him into a sleepy blurriness.

♪ SCARAMOUCHE

• he taps a page of your geometry textbook sharply with a mechanical pencil, speaking rapidfire and tracing a diagram written on the waxy paper. “—so, because the alternate exterior angle theorem states that the two lines cut by … ” before his words are interrupted by a whistling snore, and your head lands on his shoulder.

• “w-wha-?!” he sputters, flaming red and ready to shove you off him, before his gaze alights upon your face, peaceful in sleep, with dark rings underneath your eyes, and his expression softens. the notebook in front of you is filled with lines of cramped, careful notes, getting gradually more scribbly as you struggled to keep up with his words.

• he sighs, rubbing his face, before he counts your three empty cups of iced coffee, laced with ribbons of caramel, and clicks his tongue. “a sugar crash? really, [name]?” he rolls his eyes, collecting the cups, and stacks them off to the side of the library table, keeping his movements ginger and careful to make sure not to disturb you.

• i guess i have no choice but to wait for them to wake up, he thinks to himself with a rueful scowl, that melts to an almost affectionate smirk as he pulls his tablet out of his pocket and fixes his headphones on, keeping the sound of the video he watches low enough so that he can still hear your quiet breaths. a tiny blush remains on his cheeks as he is constantly reminded of your presence.

♪ ALBEDO

• the lights are off, you’re wrapped in blankets, and there’s a bowl of caramel corn in your lap – your only solace from the incredibly boring nature documentary you have to watch for your biology class. your head is tucked onto his shoulder, your eyelids are already fluttering closed every now and then, and he patiently pokes you in the side until you wake up with a “h-huh?! of course i’m awake!”

• the documentary continues to play. accustomed to the feeling of your head on his shoulder, he doesn’t pay you much attention until there’s a rare break from leaves and greens in the documentary and they show a cute family of monkeys. “hey, what do you think of – ” he asks, only to cut himself off when he realizes you’re fast asleep.

• he sighs and turns down the volume on the documentary before digging in his backpack and getting out his tablet so he can take enough notes for both of you, and he does … for about five seconds, before his hand seems to move on his own and a drawing of your sleeping face appears in short, imprecise lines that overlap messily on top of his notes.

• the drawing is rough and sketchy, your nose and lips undefined and your closed eyes nothing more than two short pen strokes, but even from a glance it’s easy to see the love the artist feels for the subject. a few more shapes outline the scene of the two huddled close together, and when albedo clicks his tablet off, the credits rolling down the tv in darkness, he presses a kiss to your forehead.

♪ CHONGYUN

• he takes a bite of his popsicle, freezing cold burning through his mouth for a moment, before it recedes and he turns a page of his book with sticky fingers from juice dripping down his wrist. the sun beats down on the two of you as you peer at the book – poetry written by one mischievous funeral parlor director – and a rare breeze gusts by, ruffling a page.

• the pavement is scorching hot, shadows traveling over sun beaten stone as the day passes by sluggishly. you sit in silence, rarely offering comments, the shade of the ruins speckled with tiny glimmering jades and glistening beetles scuttling throughout looming overhead and providing solace from the unbearable heat.

• you lean against him, folding your hands in your lap and stretching your legs out in front of you, dust billowing into clouds as your shoes brush against the ground. as the minutes pass by, your breathing gets steadier and smoother and your eyes start to close gradually until they’re fully shut, the warm air soothing you into slumber.

• chongyun closes his book and leans back against the stone, taking smaller breaths as to not disturb you. clouds drift by overhead, and he finishes his popsicle, flicking the stick off to the side. he shields his eyes as he looks up, seeing that you still have a couple hours before the sun sets and you can start the journey home; for now, he’ll simply listen to your breathing, taking pleasure in this moment of peace he can share with you.

thank you so much for reading, and pls leave a like + reblog + follow if you enjoyed!!

[spiriteddreams]

Snow Buried Tales

a winter's lullaby to keep you warm until the snow melts away modern au, fluff featuring: kazuha, xiao, albedo warnings: spirit's long prose a/n: it doesn't snow where i live so this is me projecting LMAO written for the ice and snow event at @yae-publishing-house

kaedehara kazuha // acer palmatum soft lips, cherry smile, warm eyes, falling in love. such words are perfect to describe the way kazuha feels when he watches you. inazuma doesn't often receive snow, but when it does, it blankets the mountains, a glistening layer of snow that falls gently, as if it were too afraid to become caught up in the lingering wind. he holds your hand as you walk through inazuma city, passing by stalls with vendors bundled up in layers as they call out to possible customers.

"would you like anything to drink?" his voice is just slightly muffled behind the maroon scarf you had wrapped around his neck just hours prior. the words die in your mouth as you stare at him. in the middle of the street of inazuma, kazuha looks perfect. snow falls around him catching in his hair and melting on his clothes as pink coats his cheek from the cold. he watches you with mirth in his eyes, thumb brushing over knuckles as if he can read your thoughts.

"my love, you're distracted today." he leans closer, tugging you closer to him so you're unable to pull away. one hand reaches up to cup your cheek, his gloved fingers shockingly warm against your heated cheeks. he wastes no second in stealing a kiss, his lips cold and hot at the same time. he pulls away far too soon for your liking, but the sound of his gentle laughter as he teases you is enough to have you stumbling after him, gripping his hand tighter than before as you find something warm to drink.

xiao // alatus nemeseos he looks ethereal, you think to yourself, bathed in golden light with pink cheeks and puffed breaths. xiao stands in a pool of sunlight, hands resting at his side as his head tilts up just barely to catch the last stretching rays of the sun before it ultimately sets beyond the horizon.

the snow lined streets provide such a lovely walk. despite the chill that's beginning to creep beneath your clothes, xiao's hand is warm in yours. he's always a bit quieter this time of year, choosing to stand still on the sidewalk, beneath a streetlight as he turns to face you. he stares at you and for a second you wonder if you've done something wrong. xiao's golden eyes swim with something you can't quite decipher, something that makes you want to cup his cheeks in your palms and pull him close. but before you can do anything, xiao moves first, one hand lifting yours. his fingers clasp onto yours as he lifts your hand to his lips, and to your utter surprise, he presses a chaste yet gentle kiss to the back of your palm.

"xiao?!" you nearly jerk your hand back but he shoots you a sharp look. there's no malice behind his expression, but you relax anyways, as he clears his throat, still holding onto your hand.

he looks up and you follow his gaze to see a familiar plant dangling from the streetlight. mistletoe sways back and forth in the light brush of wind. his cheeks burn as he looks away and you feel a grin stretching across your face.

"you know, you can kiss me whenever, you don't have to look for mistletoe." xiao shoots you a half-hearted glare as he tucks his face into his scarf.

albedo // princeps cretaceus you think it's unfair that albedo doesn't get cold, or so he proclaims. he sits across from you, coat thrown over the back of his chair as he reads. you both sit by the window at the popular little cafe at the corner of the street, the one that overlooks the ice rink and the park, watching as people walk back and forth, wrapped in clothes to ward off the cold.

and yet albedo looks unbothered, turtleneck hugging his form as he absorbs the words in front of him. a cup of coffee, rests by the book, steam curling up and caressing his face. for a split second, you almost feel jealous of it but it's quickly washed away when the man himself looks up at you with an amused smile on his lips.

"am i that much more interesting than your book?" albedo hums and you flush at being caught. "i'm flattered." he tucks his bookmark between the pages and leans forward to sit up straight, delicate hands bringing his drink to his lips. teal eyes gaze at you over his cup at you hold his stare, a triumphant smile stretching across your lips when he's the first to turn away.

but the longer you look, the more you become captivated. your fingers itch to reach for your phone to take a picture yet your hands refuse to move. albedo looks so peaceful like this, chin resting on his fist as he stares out the window. he's the perfect picture of calm amidst the holiday rush, not a hint of worry behind his eyes. and in the back of your mind you make a mental note to ask albedo if the two of you can return to the cafe once more sometime soon. after all, it's become clear that no more reading will be done for the rest of the day.

reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated! <3 a/n: i need to balance this out by writing angst now hehe

[theother-victoria]

KISS ME THRU THE PHONE

SYNOPSIS: Albedo always finds a way to say “I love you” even if he’s not there physically

TAGS: nothing but tooth-rotting fluff, modern au, gn reader

A/N: where are my winter storm buddies at 🙋‍♀️ this one goes out to you

We didn’t get a lot of snow we just got a bunch of freezing cold wind lmao

This was written as part of the Yae Publishing House’s Ice and Snow writing event!

“So… your flight got canceled and now you’re snowed in?”

“Unfortunately, yes.”

You hear Albedo sigh on the other end of the phone. A few weeks ago, he had departed for Liyue to meet with an author he was working with. He left with a kiss on the cheek and a promise to return home before Christmas Eve but now…

“The snowstorm did unfortunately hit Liyue. They predicted it wouldn’t, but turns out that was wrong. I should be home within the next three or so days.”

It’s your turn to sigh now. The fireplace was lit, the tree was decorated with ornaments and lights, and you even had cookies baking in the oven. Yet it didn’t feel complete with Albedo missing and knowing that he would be gone for such an important season left a bitter taste in your mouth.

“I know, it’s just that I… miss you.”

“I miss you too, (Y/N). There’s nothing I wouldn’t give to be back at home spending the holidays with you and Klee right now.”

You hear the sound of footsteps from upstairs and crane your neck upwards to see Klee standing at the top of the stairs, pillow and Dodoco plushie in hand. She rubs her eyes sleepily and yawns.

“Klee, I thought you were asleep?”

“I was, but I thought I heard you talking to big brother Albedo. Klee wants to speak to him too!”

You sigh and beckon her over. She immediately scurries down the stairs and practically flies towards the couch, landing on the cushions with a loud “oof” before clambering into your lap.

“Big brother Albedo! It’s Klee! I miss you so, so, so, so much! When are you going to come home?”

He laughs. “Hello, Klee. I miss you too. I already told (Y/N) that I’ll be back home within the next three days, so you won’t have to wait much longer. But how are the holidays going for you?”

“It was so much fun! Yesterday, Diona came over and we had a snowball fight. Then, we gave each other presents and had a sleepover!”

“That sounds like a lot of fun, Klee.”

“It was. I can’t wait to see what Diona gave me!”

She pauses for a moment, furrowing her brows and staring up at the ceiling like she was deep in thought.

“Big brother Albedo, I wanna see you!”

You hear a barely suppressed chuckle in his voice. “I can arrange for that.”

Albedo abruptly ends the call, much to your surprise, and a few seconds later, your phone buzzes with an incoming video call. Klee giddily makes grabby hands at your phone and you hand it to her. She hits accept and her face instantly lights up upon seeing him.

You quietly slide off the couch and into the kitchen to check on the cookies. As Klee gushes about her day to Albedo, you pull out the frosting sitting in the fridge you had prepared earlier and get to work decorating the cookies. Klee must have smelled them because soon after, she comes waddling into the kitchen with an expectant look in her eyes.

“Look, big brother. (Y/N) made cookies! Can I have one? Pretty please?”

You glance at the clock. 9:45 pm. It was already way past Klee’s bedtime, but since it was the holidays, you’ll make an exception.

“Just this once. But promise me you’ll go to bed after this, ok? The sooner you go to sleep, the sooner you’ll be able to open your presents.”

She quickly finishes it and as promised, heads upstairs to bed after you give her a goodnight kiss on the forehead. With your phone back and Klee asleep, you finally have the chance to talk to Albedo. His gaze instantly softens and you’re unable to stop yourself from smiling like a lovesick fool at the sight. His bangs are pushed back with a headband and he has a sheet mask on his face. You have to stifle a laugh at the sight of it.

“Hello, dearest. I hope taking care of Klee hasn’t been too exhausting.”

You shake your head. “No, it hasn’t. She’s just excited because it’s Christmas, but she’s been well-behaved.”

Getting up, you head towards the storage room underneath the stairs and pull out Klee’s presents hiding in the back. He must have seen them because he raises an eyebrow.

“Are those Klee’s presents? What did you get her?”

“Just a new Dodoco plushie and some colored pencils she’s been eyeing for a while now,” you reply as you set them down under the tree.

“Well then, where’s my present?”

You look at him strangely. He has a slight smirk on his face that tells you he knows exactly what he’s doing. Normally, he’s not this forward, but maybe the distance was getting to him?

You roll your eyes and blow him a kiss.

“Here’s your present for now. Hurry up and come home so I can give you the real one.”

Albedo laughs at the action, a sweet and pure sound that has your heart involuntarily fluttering.

“Thank you, my love. I promise I’ll be back home as soon as possible.”

You yawn and Albedo takes notice of it.

“It must be getting late over there. I’ll let you go to sleep now-”

“Can you stay with me for a little bit longer?”

He pauses at your question, then smiles.

“Of course. Is there anything you’d like to talk about?”

You settle back down on the couch and stare out the window, where the first snow is beginning to fall, promising a white Christmas.

Klee will surely be excited to wake up to it, you think.

“Anything really. How are the holidays celebrated in Liyue?”

He hums. “It’s not as significant of a holiday over here, but they still celebrate it to an extent. I passed by the harbor the other day at night and it was aglow with festive lights and decorations. It was quite the sight and I hope to bring you there next year to witness it for yourself.”

“Mm. I’d love to see it for myself too.”

The clock ticks away in the back and the roaring fire is slowly reduced to mere embers. The snow piles up outside until all you can see is a blanket of pristine white coating everything within sight.

And despite being oceans away, you feel as if Albedo is right next to you and with that, you don’t feel quite as lonely anymore.

“Hey, Albedo?”

“Yes?”

“I love you.”

“And I love you too, dearest. Go to sleep now and when you wake, I’ll be back home. Don’t miss me too much now, ok?

“Goodnight, (Y/N), and may you be blessed with the sweetest of dreams tonight.”

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

ready-made, strainer, rosehip tea with cinnamon, cloves and shortcake and cream? huge fan of your work, btw. <3

Requests for this event are CLOSED!!

Rosehip for scent, cinnamon and cloves for spice, shortcake for sweetness- a marvelous myriad of flavors!

Let's see what this wish entails...

~ * ~ Abyssal AU Scenario, inspired by the terms "Injury" and "Discovery", featuring Albedo

Hurt/Comfort

Abyssal AU- An AU where you are a natural-born Abyssal person with a humanoid form

Warnings for blood, injuries, mentions of fighting, fear, and blades

~ * ~ It’s a well-known fact by everyone in both Mondstadt and Snezhnaya that the Knights of Favonius and the Fatui do not get along. Both constricted in their nation’s ideals- wind and freedom, mystery and ice- most of their time together is spent bickering and making earnestly vague threats that eventually come to nothing, before tempers simmer low and they return to stiffly ignoring the opposing faction’s soldiers in the streets. The Fatui and the Knights are, to each other, irritating; annoying; maddening, but never a threat, only an inconvenience. Unless a Harbinger is assigned to the city. And Tartaglia, the Young Lord, is one of the most dangerous and battle-hungry, his cocky smile hiding a cheerful insanity when met with bloodshed. Unfortunately, there’s no one better than a native Snezhnayan to investigate the growing mystery of Dragonspine mountain, adorned in cold gems of ice and peaks that stretch higher than the cliffs of Liyue, and what better way to strengthen the tense relationship between the two nations than allow a Harbinger to assist the Knights with a mission? That’s what the Acting Grand Master hopes, at least, although her confidence in this proclamation is quite low given how stubborn the Fatui can be. Tartaglia taps his foot impatiently against the stone ground. The Chief Alchemist- his partner for the investigation- is late, and while the Eleventh Harbinger never particularly cared about timeliness, he certainly cares about the probable monsters to slay while trekking through the ice-cold mountain. There’s the sound of footsteps to his right and the Chief Alchemist comes into his line of sight, apologizing with a handful of papers written so densely on Tartaglia can’t even make out the words, and although he yearns for nothing more than to grab his bow and depart for the mountain himself, the Fatuus simply forces one of his signature grins and waves his hand to dismiss Albedo’s tardiness. He gives silent thanks to the Tsaritsa when the alchemist wastes no further time and leads him to the foot of Dragonspine, and when Tartaglia inhales the chilly air it feels like he’s home again. Albedo keeps up a continuous chatter of information- wasn’t he supposed to be quiet? The Harbinger wonders- about how the Ley Lines on Dragonspine are acting strangely, how the air around the dead dragon’s heart has felt heavier, more suffocating than usual, and the odd cracks opening up in the ice, oozing some mysterious matter of unnatural color. To Albedo, it seems dangerous. To Tartaglia, it looks like starlight coalesced, and his eyes shine very briefly as he stares. Eventually the pair come to a fork in the road, and Albedo ushers Tartaglia in the opposite direction, to his relief. No, the Chief Alchemist of the Knights of Favonius was not rude, not in the slightest, but the Harbinger’s fingers itch to wrap around his bow and use his vision to annihilate any monster he comes across, so when Albedo bids him a temporary goodbye he smiles earnestly and jogs off in the pointed direction. It’s so much like Snezhnaya, he muses, cutting off the head of another insolent hilichurl. Cold and eternally covered in frost, much like the heart of his god- perhaps he should just stay here for the duration of his time in Mondstadt, surely it would make dealing with those silly knights more bearable. Tartaglia smiles, flicking his weapons, watching the droplets of blood scattering against the pure white snow. Something catches his eye, and his brows furrow as he kneels in inspection. Beside a few of the blood drops is a footprint, one of many that lead to a fresh trail of clumsy steps and splotches of dark liquid, too dark to be blood. Or, too dark to be human blood, and Tartaglia feels his heart beat faster from exhilaration and disbelief and perhaps a small, glimmering hope as he turns and rushes the direction the steps are pointing. They lead to a small cave, the entrance almost entirely blocked off with ice except for a small opening near the corner, the edges jagged and cracked like someone haphazardly clawed their way in. Silently, Tartaglia crouches and peeks inside, being met with darkness and the sharp scent of iron mixed with something deeper, foreign yet so familiar. It stirs hidden memories from the part of his mind that he buried, when he climbed out from a crack in the earth long ago, and his senses sharpen, the quiet, constant hum of Foul Legacy letting out a purr of satisfaction. He shakes his head, clearing the miasma of Abyssal energy away and kneeling on the snow, crawling into the dim cave. The few rays of sunlight that cut through the thick clouds above the mountain shine through the pane of ice surrounding the cave, casting dancing patterns onto the cold, rocky walls, and for a moment Tartaglia wonders if he’s underwater, with glowing splotches and muffled noise echoing through the cavern. A strangled hiss rips him from his thoughts, the sound gurgled and pained. It makes him snap his head around, holding his weapon in a vice grip, and his dull blue eyes meet another pair shining in the darkness, suffering yet fierce with anger. Gripping a broken blade, you lean against the wall, glaring defiantly into the eyes of the man who found you. Blood, dark and sticky and speckled with little stars and constellations, drips from a wound in your shoulder, arm hanging limp at your side as Tartaglia stares at you, the truth dawning on him like the moon rising. You. You’re what’s been causing all the peculiar happenings around Dragonspine, your mere appearance calling forth the Abyss and its inhabitants. You escaped through a crack, like he did once, when he was still Ajax, and it spread throughout the mountain, leaving trails of stars and corruption in its wake. Yet, when he looks at you, he feels only concern. Foul Legacy whines in his head, whispering to comfort you, patch up your injuries and ease your pain, help you, help you, help you! Tartaglia hesitates, raising his bow slightly, and your star-dotted eyes widen as you let out a fearful yelp and press yourself against the wall. Foul Legacy panics at the fear written across your face. Suddenly, with a wink, Tartaglia is gone and Foul Legacy is here, hunched over to fit in the little cave, holding up his hands as reassurance. His sudden appearance startles you, but it quickly fades as the familiar scent of the Abyss reaches your nose, tilting your head and lowering your blade to step closer. With a small, hesitant hum you raise your own hand and gently press it against one of Foul Legacy’s, heart slowly slowing and easing when he purrs in return. He speaks to you, quietly, in the language of a corrupted, dead nation, and with some persuasion you eventually settle yourself onto the ground and allow him to treat your wounds, barely wincing at the sensation of his tongue cleansing the injury or his claws ghosting over your shoulder as he wraps it tight. Foul Legacy’s touch is light, unusual for a monster of the Abyss, and you find yourself inching closer, trying to take in his warmth and familiarity. And he admires you, rumbling in satisfaction at the way your muscles unclench and your face loses that hard, furious expression. Unlike him, you look human enough, but the sharpness of your nails and teeth, the starry light in your eyes, the small horns on your head tell him that you’re no mortal, no child of the sun. You’ve spent your days in a yawning kingdom of ruins and darkness, fighting for your life- but that’s natural for someone like you, and Foul Legacy instinctively scoots you closer to him, protectiveness swelling in his chest. The screaming in his mind that tells him to draw blood now yells at him to keep you safe, one so like him yet so different, precious and full of wonder as you silently gaze up at him. To the side, his bow and your blade, one pristine and the other broken, lay discarded and forgotten.

[thenamesblurrito]

more Aventuri mecha! it's actually been insanely fun reaching back five years to resurrect the shapeless abandoned OCs and give them form for this colony

Skamma is a bold, enterprising bot with a lot of big ideas! ideas that will capture the minds and the wallets of many a client, enriching their imaginations while she enriches herself, before she scampers away as the market bubble pops, the investments fail, and the business pursuit grinds to a halt. somehow, none of the hundreds of bad reviews manage to prevent Skamma from shilling her latest scam to eager new buyers, of which there are plenty in industrial Temperon. if business gets real bad, well, good thing she got her hands on that universal travel pass a few years ago, she'll simply find better customers in other city-states! although she has no outlier ability other than typical Aventuri extremophilic adaptations, her compact all-terrain trike mode serves her equally well on snow and stone, and her radium inclusions light the way in shadelocked Temperon. Primus help us if Skamma and Swindle ever meet

Sledge is a simple mech, with a simple alt mode, simple jasper inclusions, and a simple life. he enjoys his job as a courier, battling hurricane winds to transport cargo from one Nova Spectra city to another. it's a daily test of strength he is more than capable of winning as a sturdy jet, and though he may be on the lower end of the social scale, he sticks with the contractors who treat him fairly. a lot of his work is schlepping archives, artifacts, and ritual objects between Tributic shrines throughout Spectral's pilgrimage territory. many shamans have noticed he's sharp as a tack, genial, and dutifully patient, and lately Sledge has been offered a place as shrine staff in Central Sola. that's more than he ever expected to be offered as someone with no abilities beyond Aventuri durability, considering the majority of shrine staff are high-level outliers, but still he struggles to make a decision. that's not really the kind of lifestyle he pictures himself pursuing. what's a simple mech to do?

Glitterswarm is nice! she's nice, and she tries very hard to be nice, and it's very important to her to be nice. she doesn't want to hurt anybody, and the nicer she is to people, the more likely they are to help her! and she certainly needs a lot of help, considering she was recovered out in the ice floes of the Bitter Sea, half-dead, stuck in her amphibious alt mode, and totally amnesiac. the records of the Ulyssean capital Albedo City have her written down as a casualty of an alien raid several centuries ago, so the fact that she's turned up again on Aventuras, traumatized but alive, is a miraculous mystery. she used to be a caretaker for newly forged mecha, particularly adept considering her outlier ability: she's a nanohive, a frame with a swarm of nanobots that act as an extension of herself. before, she was steady and skilled enough to heal wounds, reprogram circuitry, support a slippery grip, display holograms, and more, using the nanobots streaming from her vents without a second thought. now, though, she's nervous and uncertain, with a shaky grasp of her own abilities. it takes a lot of effort just to polish her ametrine inclusions, much less look after anyone else. maybe someday she'll regain her memories, but for now she's trying to find her feet again, mothering anyone who will let her in an effort to cover her own anxiety

[kusuguricafe]

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last updated: april 1, 2024

my absolute favorite tickle fics others have written! go check them out if you're interested ^^

👑 = a fic I requested or commissioned 💝 = this fic was a gift

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genshin impact (not sfw)

by @justmaybee

Day 4: Erogenus Zones (lee!albedo, ler!kaeya)

by @ticklygiggles

A deep secret | LynLumi (lee!lyney, ler!lumine) 👑

obey me! (not sfw)

by @ticklygiggles

The Avatar of Lust | Asmo x Reader [N$FW] (lee!mc, ler!asmo)

zelda botw (not sfw)

by @bambinella

Early Mornings (switches link and zelda)

[nyxicnymph]

Extended Hand, Extended Heart

Ayaka/Nilou

General audiences.

Written as a Christmas gift for my dearly beloved @eenochian ! Merry Christmas, my love!

Summary: The Kamisatos are hosting another festival on Rito Island, and guests are coming from all over Teyvat. Ayaka meets someone special. 1808 words.

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Ayaka nervously smoothed down the front of her dress, her nerves finally getting the best of her. Ayato, the entire Yashiro Commission, really, had been planning this international cultural festival for almost a year now. Ayaka really didn’t want to be the one to ruin it all.

The first guests to arrive were from Liyue. Members of the Liyue Qixing like the Tianqiang and Yuheng were among them. Ayaka could have sworn that there were two half adepti in the crowd, their horns and antlers being just too real to be headpieces. Even a funeral parlor was represented, by a young woman who made a beeline for the Yuheng, and a tall man with amber eyes who kissed the hand of the ship’s captain before making his way over to his employer and the other Qixing.

Then came guests from Mondstadt. Many of the Knights of Favonius, including Albedo and Klee, who Ayaka waved extra hard at, and another child, with cat ears, that seemed to be friends with Klee. Albedo introduced another guest to Ayaka briefly, a shy young lady by the name of Sucrose.

Even Aether showed up, bringing a guest of his own from Liyue. The two young men didn’t stay out in the crowd very long, just long enough to greet Ayaka back, and introduce the second man as Xiao, an honored adeptus, but not fond of crowds. Then they left.

Even with Thoma’s help, Ayaka was beginning to flag. And there were still more ships scheduled to land today.

Thankfully, the guests from Sumeru would be the last ones of the day, leaving tomorrow for any other guests.

Ayaka straightened up as she saw the leaf shaped boats sailing in, and she smoothed back her hair. Just one more round of guests, and then she could go to the inn and sleep until the next morning.

Footsteps echoed on the wooden planks of the dock, and Ayaka curtsied.

“Welcome to Inazuma, guests. I am Kamisato Ayaka, your hostess.”

As she stood up again and opened her eyes, she froze. Literally. She could tell the ice beneath the dock had frozen over, and a tiny part of her mentally chided herself for losing control. But the rest of her was awestruck by the lady before her.

“I’m Nilou,” she introduced herself. “I am with Zubayr Theater. It is my honor to be here.”

Her clear blue eyes gazed gracefully into Ayaka’s own. Everything about her, actually, was graceful. Ayaka felt like a newborn kitsune next to this paragon of grace and elegance. Her red hair was tidy in its pigtails despite having just walked off a boat, her traveling clothes highlighting her figure, a dancer’s figure, her hand movements like crystalflies.

Thoma came to Ayaka’s rescue. “Ah, yes, welcome welcome. I will escort you to the inn. My lady, make sure you rest well before tomorrow,” he added to Ayaka. Ayaka caught his eye, and nodded. “Good, good. I’ll be on my way soon.”

Ayaka laid awake in her bed for quite some time that night. She couldn’t stop thinking about Nilou. Her eyes, her hair, her voice.

Ayaka felt her cheeks burning as she rolled over, desperately beating her brain into unconsciousness.

-The next day-

Ayaka took her place by the docks again the next morning, only for her brother to bump her away.

“Ayato!” She exclaimed. “What are you doing?” “Greeting my guests, Ayaka. I did organize this festival, after all. Go, enjoy yourself.” He turned to the guests coming up the docks. “After all, I had my fun yesterday, and we’ll have plenty of fun this next week. But it’s only fair to split the duties.”

He shooed her away, leaving her standing, quite bewildered, alone in the crowds.

Ayaka slowly turned towards the center of the festival, not quite sure of where she was going, but wandering anyway. It wasn’t often that she got time to just enjoy herself.

She made her way through the crowds, gracefully weaving through all the people. She spotted a cluster a little ways away. Curious, she changed course and walked that way.

People parted like water before her, and when she reached the front, it was like time stopped.

The Sumeru girl was there before her, dancing her heart out. Ayaka could feel the unrestrained passion Nilou had for her art, the endless hours of devotion and practice. Ayaka was breathless just watching.

And strangely moved. She desired that kind of passion, that kind of joy and pride in her own arts and hobbies.

Ayaka really wanted to join Nilou up there. She didn’t know the music, nor did she know the choreography, but she wanted to be up there with the dancer. Free, unrestrained, and happy.

Sometimes she wondered why she ended up with a Cryo Vision instead of Anemo.

That thought fled from her mind as Nilou’s dance slowed and then stopped. As she held her final pose, one of her troupe mates stepped forward.

“Is there anyone in the crowd who would like to dance with Nilou?” He asked, his gaze sweeping the crowd.

Unsurprisingly, many people in the crowd jumped at the chance, raising their hands, jumping up and down. Nilou finally released her pose, and began to scan the crowd. Ayaka waited to see who the dancer would choose, content to just watch Nilou do her thing.

Until suddenly, Nilou was in front of her. Ayaka’s breath hitched as she looked into Nilou’s eyes. Nilou held her hand out to Ayaka.

“I want you to dance with me.” She smiled softly. “I think you’ll look beautiful.”

Ayaka felt her face heat up, and for once was at a loss for words. But she gently placed her hand in Nilou’s, and let herself be pulled onto Nilou’s stage. Nilou removed her hand with a flourish, and Ayaka felt a twinge of disappointment.

“Just follow my lead, Miss Kamisato,” Nilou said.

“So you do remember me from yesterday,” Ayaka whispered as she began to mirror Nilou’s motions. Ayaka’s internalized perfectionism combined with her years of precision practice helped her out a bit, even though she was completely unfamiliar to this style of dance.

“Of course I remember you, not only did I meet you yesterday, but you would be hard to forget,” Nilou replied softly, stepping into a slow spin. “You are quite stunning.”

Ayaka almost tripped over herself. “I… I am?”

Nilou giggled. “Of course. And may I say, you are much better at this than I was expecting, my lady.”

Ayaka felt herself flush again. “I may not be familiar with this particular style, but I do understand the basics of dance.”

The music slowed, and so did their steps. Nilou drew close to Ayaka, looking calm, serene, and gorgeous. “I would like to see you again later, if that’s acceptable. Would you agree to meet me by the docks?”

The music was fading fast as Ayaka stammered out, “Yes.” Then, as the music stopped entirely, the two dancers stepped apart. Nilou curtsied, and Ayaka did as well.

As Ayaka prepared to leave the stage, Nilou whispered, “I’ll see you soon.”

Ayaka felt her face heat up again, and with a nervous smile and shaky wave, left the stage. As she re-entered the crowd, it dawned on her that all of the people around her had just watched her dance on stage with Nilou. The eyes of the crowd suddenly rattle Ayaka like they never have before, and she rushes away.

She finds Thoma first. Desperately, she asks, “Have you seen my brother recently? I am… possibly having a crisis.”

Thoma immediately set down his items, and turned to Ayaka. “Are you hurt? Are you being followed?” He stopped, then asked a different question. “Are you sick? Your face looks red!”

Ayaka covered her face. “Oh. No, I’m not sick, I’m just- Thoma… I-”

“Ayaka, are you all right?” Ayato said from behind them both.

“Ayato! Thank the Archons. I’m having a crisis.” Ayaka said, not without some extra dramatics.

“Oh? And what kind of crisis?”

Ayaka stood up straight and cupped her cheeks in her hands in a valiant effort to hide her blush. “I ended up dancing with this really pretty dancer and now she wants to meet me by the docks later! What do I do?!”

Ayato laughed, and Ayaka smacked him. “Stop laughing, I’m serious! I’ve never done this before!”

Ayato slowly stopped laughing. “Well, if you want my advice… Just go meet her.”

“But do I bring a gift? Do I change to a different dress? Thoma?”

Thoma raised his hands in defense. “Don’t ask me, I don’t know anything.” He pulled a face. “Just the same trite ‘be yourself’ motto everyone says in books.”

Ayato hummed. “If this is your first private meeting, I doubt you will want to gift anything more than some flowers. Maybe some Inazuma specialty flowers, since I assume the dancer is a foreigner.”

Ayaka tucked a stray hair from behind her ear. “She’s from Sumeru.”

Thoma stammered, “Sumeru?! Ayaka-”

“Where she’s from doesn’t matter! Okay, so. Flowers, I can do flowers. Thank you, Ayato!” She ran off to find the best flower vendor at the festival.

Lucky for the lady of the Kamisato Clan, the best flower vendor at the festival was not too far from the docks. She purchased a medium bouquet, filled with a variety of Inazuma’s local flora. She waved at Aether’s Adeptus partner, who was purchasing a bouquet of his own alongside the girl with blue hair and horns who was also from Liyue, then took a moment to compose herself. When she was ready, she started her trip to the docks.

The sun has reached it’s zenith, and the docks are far from empty. This is not the most romantic scenario Ayaka could have dreamed of. Far from it. She could have invited Nilou to a candlelit dinner, or personally escorted her around the festival, buying her the best souvenirs, highest quality food, and showing her the best entertainment.

And yet.

Here she was.

Heart skipping a beat as she caught a glimpse of deep red hair. Breath stopping when she realized Nilou wasn’t wearing her headpiece. Freezing in place like her Vision had gone out of control when Nilou turned and made eye contact. Finally melting at her radiant smile.

She finally made it to Nilou, and shyly offered the bouquet. Nilou accepted with a smile, a “thank you”, and a soft blush. Ayaka felt a small flare of pride at finally getting Nilou flustered.

They stood on the docks for a moment, just like that. Finally, Ayaka took her chance.

This time, she was the one to extend a hand.

“May I escort you around the festival, Lady Nilou?”

Nilou flushed again as she accepted Ayaka’s hand with her free one. “Of course.”

-end-

[holybananaoafshoe]

Modern AU: Halloween 🎃 1/2

It’s way after Halloween, BUT YOU KNOW WHAT?? I’m happy you guys are here, and what would the spooky season be without a, hastily written, one shot? Here’s the first half for you guys!

Pairing: Kaeya and Wriothesley  :)

TLDR: What’s Halloween without a party, a ghost hunt, and some well-meaning shenanigans?

“Please, Albedo, it’ll just be for tonight!”

“No.”

“I’ll do anything,” Kaeya pleaded, “I’ll do all of the taste testing for the next month.”

The man in question was lounging languidly on the couch of their shared apartment, feet propped up on the coffee table, and absentmindedly watching some kind of documentary on cryptids across the United States. A large bowl of candy sat on the round end table next to the couch, a few discarded wrappers laying on Albedo's lap as he watched the documentary. 

The living room was dark, the only source of light coming from the various lit candles around the apartment and the glowing TV. Small pumpkins that were crudely carved by Kaeya and Klee littered the counter top, while the more intricately carved ones Albedo had carved (as well as a few he carved for Klee) were displayed on the balcony. 

Their neat apartment had a few cobwebs strewn about and rubber bats hanging from the ceiling. Their kitchenette had some small test tubes and beakers with water and food coloring in them. A few had smoke drifting from the tops to pool on the counter--courtesy of Albedo, who took a few leftover dry ice chunks from work. Ghosts hung in the hallway that led to their bedrooms and the bathroom. They had painstakingly hung up their fairy lights on the ceiling of the hallway in an attempt to make the ghosts seem a little less scary. Poor Klee had gotten quite the scare late one night while she was sleeping over because she forgot they had hung them up, that is until a passing car's headlights cast the ghosts' eerie shadows on the wall. 

Kaeya liked to dub the hallway “Specters Crevice,” but it seems others did not share his sentiment as they’d wrinkle their noses or roll their eyes at the cheesy name. All, besides Klee, who had giggled and hung up a small ghost that looked a lot like Dodoco. The name, lights, and the ghost resembling Dodoco had thankfully helped ease the young girl's mind.

It was their night off from the Knights of Flavorus, which was a small bakery owned by Alice. The local bakery wound up expanding relatively fast with the help of Albedo’s scientific ways of combining flavors and the owner’s own to-die-for recipes. Albedo was the head food and flavor chemist of the company and managed a small team that would come up with wacky flavors that made all the employees a little nervous to try. 

Kaeya had known both Alice and Albedo long before the bakery began. Alice had been close to Crepus, his adoptive father, before he had passed away. She visited so often that he and Diluc have taken to calling her “Aunt Alice.” Since Crepus's passing, Alice had taken Diluc and Kaeya under her wing, treating them like her own children and helping them through the hardships they endured after the funeral. The family held a special place in Kaeya’s heart, they took him in after he and Diluc had gotten into a nasty fight in the bar. The brothers had exchanged harsh words--words neither of them truly meant, but left emotional scars all the same. One of the long-time bartenders broke them up and let Kaeya leave early, just an hour after midnight. Wouldn’t you know, that would be the same night a drunk driver hit Kaeya in a head-on collision as he was driving towards Aunt Alice’s house. 

He lost his right eye and his brother that night. 

The next following days in the hospital were…ones he’d rather forget to be honest. Surprisingly Diluc would visit, which would always end up in a yelling match that Aunt Alice or nurses would rush to break up. During those rough weeks of healing and physical therapy and searching for a job (and trying not to think about his eye), she had let him stay with her. Aunt Alice bought the bakery just a few months after his accident and hired Kaeya as one of the bakery’s managers. After a lot of deliberation and discussions and arguments with Diluc, he started work at the Knights of Flavorus and got an apartment with Albedo. He was often found upfront working his customer service ‘charms’ as Lisa, their accountant, would say, or in the back decorating cakes.

Thankfully, Kaeya and Diluc are at least on speaking terms now. Sometimes, they can even stand each other long enough for Kaeya to help out at the bar or to sit through an event with Aunt Alice and her family. 

Nonetheless, Albedo was not one to dress up for Halloween, often going with whatever costume Kaeya or Klee wore or just donning his lab coat and grabbing some kind of prop he dug out from Kaeya’s closet. Tonight, he sported an oversized white hoodie that had swirling gold embroidery on the arms with stars sprinkled in, a pair of navy sweats, and fluffy Dodoco slippers Alice had gifted to him last Christmas. 

Kaeya had on his costume and a face full of makeup, ready for a night out in the town.

Only, he had forgotten he was supposed to take Klee out to the annual Halloween bash in the park this year. The bash is hosted by the town where various businesses open up elaborately decorated booths ranging from food to games to entertainment. It was one of the biggest holiday celebrations in the town, right next to Christmas. The winners of the booth decorating contest won bragging rights as well as the ability to pick where their booth would be located at the next year's bash.

After the bash, the streets in town would be closed off for a few hours so kids can run around and go trick-or-treating. Everything considered, the turn out for the event was huge and most of the employees at the Knights of Flavorus worked in shifts at their booth.

It was the first Halloween either has had off for…a while. Usually the two spent the night covering each other's breaks at the Knight's booth so they could spend a little time with Klee. Yet, here they were, spending the few hours before the Halloween Bash to get their costumes on and goodie bags for the kids ready, and Kaeya just realized his predicament. 

Albedo slowly tore his eyes away from the TV and looked over at Kaeya, raising an eyebrow at his costume. “Last time I covered for you, you got arrested.”

“And I got a cute boyfriend out of it, your point?” 

Last Halloween, Kaeya had gotten into a small fight with a customer that resulted in both him and the customer getting detained and taken to the nearby police station. He wasn’t even working for the Knights of Flavorus, he was helping his brother bartend. Technically, he was supposed to be at the barkery, but Albedo had covered hsi shift after Diluc had called Kaeya up right around the time the Halloween Bash began, asking if there was any way he could help. His long-time bartenders had called in just before the bar opened: one had gotten sick and the other had to rush their child to the emergency room (word on the street was the child had grabbed a flaming marshmallow with his bare hands, apparently trying to throw it into their cup), leaving Diluc alone at the bar. Kaeya couldn't exactly leave his brother to fend for himself, he knew how busy the Halloween party at the bar got and then the absolute insanity when the after party started. (It was always the best party of the year, fondly remembered by all those who participated until the next rolls around).

It wasn’t his fault and, if it says anything, Diluc and the police agree that Kaeya was not at fault. 

Listen, what was he supposed to do when he kept getting orders for angle shots? He and Diluc made sure to keep an eye out for the creep. Unfortunately, with how packed it was, neither seemed to be able to spot the man. His breaking point was when Barbra, a member of a local band that often played live music at the bar, had shakily come up to him and tell him that it was Albert. At that point, Kaeya had left the bar to hunt the man down. Can you blame him? He was getting sick and tired of throwing Albert out for creeping on girls and following Barbra around the parking lot. No matter what he or Diluc tried, nothing seemed to keep Albert away. 

When he finally caught Albert’s ass, he made sure to get between Albert and the person he was pursuing. Of course, when kicking Albert out peacefully didn’t work, Kaeya had tried to forcefully kick him out. One thing led to another, and Albert wound up breaking a bottle of wine over Kaeya’s head and used the bottle as a makeshift weapon. At some point in the fight, Kaeya had been able to wrestle the bottle away and subdue Albert until the police arrived. 

Imagine Kaeya’s surprise when the police arrested both of them. He supposed it had been a year or two since he’s worked as security, but he thought the local police would at the very least remember all the times he had called the station about an unruly drunk. 

He didn’t exactly regret fighting Albert, the man had it coming for a long time and a small part of him was satisfied that he was the one to put the man behind bars, but he did regret having to sit in an interrogation room for the rest of Halloween without spending any time with Klee. He sat in the cold interrogation room for who knows how long--his head bleeding, feeling a little woozy, and overall reevaluating his life choices--until Wriothesley had walked in. It’s cheesy to say, but Kaeya’s breath was taken away at the sight of the officer. How could he not be infatuated when the officer scrolled in, a slight grin tugging at his lips, and began to tease Kaeya about the fight?

He wound up doing community service for a few weeks, but it was so worth it. 

For one, Albert was officially banned from the bar and Diluc was able to get a restraining order of sorts to keep him off the bar's property. Secondly, it also gave Kaeya more time with Wriothesley. Eventually, he had worked up the nerve to ask the other out for dinner, who had teasingly said he would take up his offer once he was finished with community service. 

“My point,” Albedo said, pointing a Crunch bar at him, “is that last year, you were beside yourself for missing out on spending time with Klee.” 

“I know," Kaeya sighed, "it's just, I can do the Halloween Bash, but Wriothesley and I wanted to go to the after party together and…" 

"That's when trick-or-treating starts," Albedo finished for him.

Kaeya nodded and silence filled the space between them as Albedo thoughtfully munched on the candy. After a moment, Albedo looked over at him and pointed his half-eaten crunch bar at Kaeya: “You know, you still owe me for knocking a whole tub of peppercorns into batter when you and Wriothesley tried to fu--”

“OOOKAAY we agreed to never bring that up again,” Kaeya interrupted, his face turning a nice shade of red. 

Albedo took an aggressive bite of his candy, the loud snap making Kaeya cringe, and threw his arms up as if to say: what do you want me to do, when you haven't touched a single cake pop I've made?

The Peppercorn Incident™ happened when Kaeya and Wriothesley first started dating. Let’s just say Wriothesley's after hours visit to the Knights of Flavorus with Kaeya to pick up a set of keys had turned into an impromptu cake decorating lesson in the large walk in cooler that got a tad flavorful, if you will. In their passion, they had knocked over a large container of peppercorn into leftover dough (who knew plastic wrap was so flimsy?). 

After knocking the peppercorn over, they decided it would probably be best to continue elsewhere, so Kaeya cleaned up (he wasn’t a monster, thank you, people make food on those tables) and they left. Only, he had forgotten to throw out the leftover batter, and Albedo had been the lucky soul who had decided to look at the security footage to find the culprit. Thankfully, Albedo deleted the footage and they both agreed never to speak of it again, so long as Kaeya taste tested anything Albedo made for the Halloween Bash.

You can imagine how much Kaeya had wanted to yeet himself into the abyss when Albedo had dragged him into dry storage and confronted him about it. 

Kaeya can only imagine what would have happened if Sucrose, or, God forbid, Aunt Alice had found the footage.

Small mercies and all of that. 

Regardless, Kaeya didn’t mean to avoid taste testing things for Albedo. Between helping Diluc out with the bar, getting the Knights of Flavorus’s Halloween booth items, and splitting his spare time between Klee and Wriothesley he hasn’t been able to pop by the labs. Usually, Kayea doesn't overwork  himself--he prides himself on his ability to balance his time between work and life--but before he had realized, he found himself committing to setting up the bakery’s booth for the Halloween Bash and helping at Angel's Share all so he could get tonight off. 

He wasn't proud to say that Albedo and Lisa had to send him home early a few times (nearly collapsing at the counter and throwing an entire tray of cupcakes away instead of the broken piping bag wasn't his brightest moments), calling Wriothesley to come pick him up and drive him back home. One day, Albedo took one look at him, picked up his phone, and told Jean Kayea wasn't coming to work--all while maintaining eye contact. Don't get Kayea wrong, he was thankful for his coworkers (if he was being honest, they were all more friends than coworkers) and without them he wouldn't be half as alert as he was currently. 

However, Albedo hasn’t summoned him to the labs once. Instead he just set random cake pops out and about the apartment, and they weren’t even weird flavors, they were vanilla. Perhaps he didn't call him over because he could see how exhausted Kaeya was, but he was fully capable of making caffeinated cake pops.

Albedo can deny it all he wants, but he swears he's seen something about it in Albedo's recipes.

Not only that, but Albedo occasionally enjoyed giving them things to taste test that were unusual, stifling a laugh when they made faces at the flavors. So to say that Kaeya would have been the perfect subject for unusual flavor testing, tired and unassuming as he's been the past few weeks, would be an understatement. 

The perfectly normal and delicious cake pops were odd, suspicious even, and Kaeya had halfway expected one of them to have an interesting candy coating. Except none of them ever did.

(No matter how much Albedo liked tricking others into tasting something odd, he wasn't cruel. Not that he didn't try to make something for Kaeya, he just felt bad pushing his unholy creations onto his tired roommate. Besides, Kaeya has been working his ass off to try to get Halloween off to spend time with Klee. Even Albedo had to admit his efforts were enduring, so maybe he made Kaeya's favorite cake pop flavor to help him feel better after a rough night at the bar. He even made a few for Wriothesley, who would drive Kaeya home. He'd spend the night and cook Kaeya’s favorite breakfast the next morning. Wriothesley would stay over more to make sure Kaeya would actually go to bed rather than work on finding things for the bakery’s Halloween booth.)

So here they were.

Kaeya shuffled his feet, the red shoes of his costume squeaking on the floor. "Listen, I'll make good on that and I'll make sure to help keep nosey cooks and customers away from the labs during the holidays." 

Albedo hummed and stated: "I believe you will…and I'll come up with something you can help me with for this later, so go have fun on your date."

Kaeya let out a victorious whoop, crossing the distance between himself and his roommate to give him a sloppy hug. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Albedo laughed and patted his friend's back: "Yeah, yeah, don't get too ahead of yourself." 

Kaeya went back into the kitchen, buying himself with packing up a small goodie bag for Klee and another for Wriothesley's adopted cousin Freminet, humming a song to himself happily. 

He paused, his hand hovering between the popcorn balls and Halloween baggies, suddenly realizing: "There's no way you're only wearing a hoodie to Halloween."

"I didn't have time to get a costume." Albedo called from the living room.

"Oh, we'll make you a costume." 

[dkniade]

I enjoy KaeBedo but also I wonder how it’d be if Albedo gets corrupted and Kaeya fights him in the same way he fought Collei… Kaeya stands with Mondstadt after all

(not KaeBedo centric but) Check out the very well-written comic series “Voices in Ice and Snow” by 4dango on Instagram!! The setting is that Albedo is corrupted by Durin, and the Knights, Venti, and associated characters fight back and save him… I love the layout and plot very much

[baggedbloodandmilk]

𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

this is the long-awaited master list I promised months ago...

✧ = is currently being written

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Mondstadt -

Diluc:

[Fluff] Adelinde’s Stand-in (COMING SOON) reader gets a chance to be adelinde’s stand-in and help the Master of Dawn Winery

[Yandere] A King’s Lies (COMING SOON) reader comes across a king whose actions only tell sweet lies

Albedo:

[Slight Yandere] Secret Snow Fall (COMING SOON // ✧ ) reader enjoys ice skating on a frozen lake in Dragonspine, oblivious to the calculating eyes peaking from behind the snow

Venti:

[Yandere] Lost Prayers (COMING SOON) reader’s existence is lost in time and a certain someone is determined to keep it that way

[Yandere] A Poet’s Lies (COMING SOON) reader comes across a poet whose words only tell sweet lies

Kaeya:

[Yandere] A Soldier’s Lies (COMING SOON) reader comes across a soldier whose motives only tell sweet lies

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Liyue -

Xiao:

[Yandere & Modern AU] Studious Distractions (COMING SOON) reader desperately needs a tutor and her quiet deskmate just so happens to be one

[Yandere] In your Shadows (COMING SOON) reader can’t shake off the feeling that her every move is being watched by someone

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Inazuma -

Kazuha:

[Fluff] Maple Leaves Yet to Fall \\ part 1 — part 2 ( ✧ ) reader finds a fallen maple in the depths of chinju forest

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Sumeru -

Kunikuzushi // Kabukimono // Scaramouche // Wanderer // Indecisive piece of shit when it comes to names:

[Yandere & Different AU] Oblivious Love (COMING SOON) reader’s admiration for a male character in her book is reciprocated.

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Snezhnaya -

Childe // Ajax // Tartaglia // bipolar ass bitch who can’t decide on a name:

[Angst?] A Small Price to Pay reader wants to please the gods, yet he stands in the way

[Slight Yandere] Reverse Psychology (COMING SOON) reader finds no interest in him and he accepts it as a challenge

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Various -

[Yandere & Idol AU] The Way to the Heart is Through the Stomach (COMING SOON) reader is a chef, who also happens to be an unexpected therapist to the crazed men of Teyvat Productions

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Stories -

[Fluff & Angst] New Hire (COMING SOON) Diluc x reader x Childe reader is a new hire at the tavern, and yet meeting new people always seems to bring more trouble

[Fluff & Angst] Almost Therapeutic (COMING SOON) Anemo men x reader reader is an (extremely bored) goddess trapped in a temple, maybe the 6 boys who keep showing at the steps of said temple could bring her some entertainment

[theaverewrites]

My Prompt List for Whumptober 2022

Notes : All of these are written as primarily platonic , with a few having romantic undertones . If you don’t ship that ship , just ignore them . None of the romance is upfront , so it can be disregarded . You can find the prompt list HERE .

# 1 . A Little Out Of The Ordinary

Adverse Effects - Albedo & Sucrose

# 2 . Nowhere To Run

Cornered - Collei , Dottore , & Tighnari

# 3 . Hair’s Breadth From Death

( substituted ) Dazed and Confused - Ayaka & Thoma

# 4 . Dead On Your Feet

Hidden Injury - Xiao & Traveler

# 5 . Every Whumpee’s Needs 

Hyperthermia - Klee & Albedo

# 6 . Proof Of Life

Ransom Video - Gorou & Kokomi

# 7 . The Way You Shake And Shiver

Silent Panic Attacks - Collei & Tighnari

# 8 . Everything Hurts And I’m Dying

Head Trauma - Diona & Diluc

# 9 . The Very Noisy Night

Tossing And Turning - Kazuha & Traveler

# 10 . Poor Unfortunate Souls

( substituted ) Ambushed - Kazuha & Ayaka

# 11 . “911 , What’s Your Emergency ?”

Self-Done First Aid - Bennett

# 12 . What Could Go Wrong ?

Cave In - Albedo & Sucrose

# 13 . Can’t Make An Omelet Without Breaking A Few Legs

Fracture - Itto & Shinobu

# 14 . Die A Hero Or Live Long Enough To Become The Villain

( substituted ) Forced To Watch - Collei , Dottore , & Tighnari

# 15 . Emotional Damage

New Scars - Collei & Tighnari

# 16 . No Way Out

“No One’s Coming” - Ayaka

# 17 . Hanging By A Thread

Reluctant Caretaker - Diona & Diluc

# 18 . Let’s Break The Ice

“Take My Coat” - Albedo & Sucrose

# 19 . Enough Is Enough

Knees Buckling - Kokomi

# 20 . It’s Been A Long Day

Prisoner Trade - Heizou & Traveler

# 21 . Famous Last Words

“You’re Safe Now” - Collei & Cyno

# 22 . Pick Your Poison

Allergic Reactions - Traveler & Paimon

# 23 . At The End Of Their Rope 

( substituted ) Carried To Safety - Ayato & Ayaka

# 24 . Fight , Flight , Or Freeze

Blood Covered Hands - Collei

# 25 . Silence Is Golden

“You Better Start Talking” - Heizou & Traveler

# 26 . No One Left Behind

“Why Did You Save Me?” - Collei & Cyno

# 27 . Pushed To The Limit

Magical Exhaustion - Xiao & Traveler

# 28 . It’s Just The Tip Of The Iceberg

Headache - Ganyu & Xiao

# 29 . What Doesn’t Kill Me

Sleep Deprivation - Tighnari & Traveler

# 30 . Note To Self : Don’t Get Kidnapped

Hair Grabbing - Collei & Dottore

# 31 . A Light At The End Of The Tunnel 

Comfort - Xiao & Traveler , Kazuha & Ayaka , Collei & Tighnari