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dinoshimaaa · 6 months

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Cabo

You and Ajax make dinner at nine PM together. (fluff, modern au)

masterpost - sher's bday

tag: @souglias

(this is a repost of an older work that didn't make it in tags lol)

You register the warmth around you when you open your eyes, finding it to be both familiar and expected. The man squished between you and the backrest of the couch is still fast asleep, soft snoring in your ears slowly falling into the same rhythm as your heartbeat. Romeo, the orange tabby (and the undoubted king of the household) stays curled up between you and Ajax, but his eyes blink periodically, having woken up just before you did.

The phone reveals the time to be six in the evening when you extend your arm to check it. Turning back towards Ajax, you lightly pat his chest, “Wake up. We need to prepare dinner soon.”

“Mmh,” his chest rumbles, and his hold around your waist tightens. “Not now.”

“I’m hungry.”

Ajax’s eyes open. He stares at you for a second. Then he smiles and closes his eyes again. “No, you’re not.”

“I’m not,” you sigh and it comes out as laughter.

“Go back to sleep,” he shifts his head down, nose pressing into your neck. “We have all the time in the world.”

“Romeo might be hungry, though.” As if to prove you wrong, the orange tabby jumps down from the couch and nonchalantly pads towards the bedroom, possibly to hop on your bed and mess up the sheets before bedtime. The two of you watch him as he does so, and once he is out of sight, you face each other again. “Or maybe not.”

“See? No one to worry about,” he hums and gently pulls your head beneath his cheek. “Stay.”

You obey. Sleep catches you in its grasp once again, and the next time you wake up it is past nine. Your stomach is definitely growling by then, and Romeo is also pawing at the couch, upset that he has yet to receive his feast (canned tuna) for the night.

Ajax reluctantly joins you in the kitchen minutes after you pull out of his slackened grip. Wordlessly, he grabs the chopping board, but stills when he sees the instant ramen cups in your hands.

“It’s late,” you answer to his disapproving glance, “I don’t know about you, Gordon Ramsey, but I’d rather settle for a quick meal tonight than a full course meal I have to wait an hour for.”

“It’s bad for your health,” he walks over and presses his lips to your hair, “I literally cook quality meals for you for free. Do you have any idea how much Kaeya pays me to do that for him?”

You shrug. “You can do that tomorrow. I’m hungry now.”

Ajax grumbles and places the cutting board back to where it was. Then, he takes the ramen cups from your hands and pours just-boiled water into them in your stead. When he’s done, he sits next to you on the kitchen island and the both of you stare at the ramen cups.

“Romeo hasn’t eaten,” you break the comfortable silence. “Get the tuna for him.”

“Let’s get married.” Ajax replies. You turn to him with a deadpan look.

“We’re already as domestic as we can be,” he smiles and tilts his head. “We sleep in the same bed and house, I cook and clean for you, and you repay me with kisses and cuddles. Getting married won’t make a difference.”

“Romeo still hasn’t eaten.”

“I’m being serious,” his voice drops to a whisper now, and his eyes drop to your left hand. You are very aware of the heavy gaze on the empty fourth finger. “There’s no one else I’d rather wake up from a nap at nine PM and cook bland instant ramen and neglect our hungry cat because we were too busy bickering in the kitchen over dinner choices… with.”

The fatigue has gotten up to him, you think. You blame his abrupt decision on the sleep-lidded eyes and tousled ginger hair and his unsound mind still filled with fantasies from his slumber. You want to scold him about how important of a decision marriage is and why he shouldn’t carelessly throw the word around like he’s suggesting a movie night. You want to smack him head from the back for joking around and getting your hopes high for a split second.

And yet Ajax is never one to make hasty decisions with zero thought. Shyly, his eyes flit up to meet yours and the sincerity in them makes your heart skip a beat.

“I’ll buy you a ring.” he nervously adds, which is uncharacteristic of him. “Soon. I’ll buy your dream dress, book your dream location, and give you your dream wedding. All you have to do is say yes.”

He doesn’t need to prove himself with material worths, and you want to let him know that. You love him just as much as he loves you and possibly way more. Shifting your hand to link with his and squeeze it, you watch the way his eyes soften.

Ajax caresses your left ring finger. You give him the answer he is waiting for.

“Feed Romeo the tuna,” you answer, with all honesty, “And I’ll say yes.”

Your orange tabby has never had a better dinner before today.

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strawberrymilkgeorge · 3 years

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hahaha here is my not so great bugsy art , it's five in the morning and I've had three monsters - here she is with very bad redraws ( ?? ) of the 🐝 anon's moth design ,,,,,, enjoy my attempt at drawing something after years of artistic block <3

the quality is bad , sorry dhdbsjsb

NO I LOVE HER SHE'S PERFECT <33 and I like how you put the moth's on her face like she's covering her face sklfj that's very cute I love it :D

#dinowrites 🦕#behind the screen: art

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neuroconflictos · 4 years

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Sé que tu amor no es solo un espejismo pero tiendo a entrar en pánico si no puedo alcanzarlo y agarrarlo.

Dinowrit (wallows)

#escritos #citas #notas #frases #excen-tricos #dinowrit #agosto 2020

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ats-things · 5 years

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Siempre estoy para ti, aunque tú estés con él idiota ese y piense que él te dará la misma atención que te daría yo.

Dinowrit

#escritos #frases #notas #citas #pensamientos #escrituras #tristeza #amor #dinowrit #junio2019

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dinoshimaaa · 1 year

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Dont Know How

Childe has a crush. You just take the train every morning. (fluff, different colleges au)

masterpost - sher's bday

tag: @souglias

It’s 8.13am. Childe hastily makes his way towards the train station, hoping not to miss the next train coming in just two minutes. Manoeuvring between the crowds of commuters, he tries his best to not hurt anyone as he swerves and skip-hops and apologises to those he bumps into.

His efforts pay off very soon— the train is in sight, and it has just arrived at the platform. Now all he has to do it make it onto the train, and only that train, no other train—

He almost makes it. The end is near. The train approaches closer, closer and Childe is almost confident he can make it. Adrenaline rushes through his legs and it pushes him forward and faster. One more step, one less person to push aside. One less apology. One more chance.

And then his heart drops when the light at the door starts blinking, signalling that the train is leaving soon. The doors shut right in front of his face, just as he makes it to the gate, and all he can do is stare at the departing train in silence.

Childe’s sadness is covered up by his heavy panting— he doesn’t think he’d ever run this fast before. And now for what? The 8.15 train has left. What was the use of only eating a single slice of bread, hoping to make it to this specific train, if it was going to leave him anyway?

Sighing heavily, he turns his frustration into a comical pout. Hopefully it won’t feel so bad anymore. After all, it’s just one day. He can do a day without specifically boarding the 8.15am train. It’s no big deal. It shouldn’t be. That doesn’t mean that Childe doesn’t feel empty after seeing the train leave, though.

As though Lady Luck had decided to spare him a smile, he hears your voice from behind.

“Oh, you missed it too?” Childe whips his head behind, bewildered and confused. You appear behind him, panting in a similar fashion, with a sheepish smile on your face. He wouldn’t have believed it was you, that you also missed the train, not if he didn’t instantly recognise the extremely familiar blue narwhal keychain hanging from your backpack.

In an instant, all sadness is gone from his being and he smiles wider than he ever did for the past ten mornings. “No way, you’re late too! I thought you would’ve made it to the 8.15am train like you always have.”

“Got stuck on the toilet this morning,” you laugh in response. Your breaths slow down, a contrast to Childe’s increasing heartbeat. “Well, if you missed the train too, then maybe this isn’t so bad.”

“Not bad at all,” Childe smiles, his eyes turning unknowingly soft. Not bad at all if you are here.

The next train comes in a couple minutes and the two of you board it together, animatedly talking about your current lessons in the two different schools you two go to. Your old, grumpy biology professor who lost his cool when a student asked a simple question in class; the friendly janitor at his school who has way better music taste than all his friends; the boring assembly talk you got put through yesterday; all become topics of conversation while the two of you stand in the packed train together.

After seven stops, it’s time for you to alight to your school. Childe wishes he could spend a longer time with you, but he was already lucky enough to board the same train as you despite being late at first. Besides, he could just as easily board the same train as you when you leave school, no big deal. You step off the train, wave to him, and he waves back, hiding his lovesick smile from you as the doors close and the train moves off. The swinging of your blue narwhal keychain remains in his mind long after the conversation has ended. He’s sure everyone else in the train is aware of his giddy smile and red cheeks.

(Childe gets off at the next stop. He immediately takes the train going in the opposite direction, and alights at a stop he could’ve reached in just four stops away from the one he boarded at.

He reaches school when it is still mostly empty, and lessons only start more than an hour later. If his classmates ever asked why he came to school so early recently, he’d never give them a direct answer. After all, it would be embarrassing to admit to going to school earlier just to be in the same train with your crush from another school.)

#dinowrites #wasn't sure how to end this but welp #short today because it has been a stressful 2 weeks #writers block too lololol #genshin #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #childe #childe x reader #tartaglia #tartaglia x reader #childe genshin impact #tartaglia genshin impact

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dinoshimaaa · 2 years

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woah (i think?) first genshin written piece on this blog hmmm

so i've been obsessing over sagau lately but make it that not everyone worships the character + kazuha being one of them!!!!!!!!! bc taking kazuha's character into account he just doesn't seem like one to devote all his life to some random god that "supposedly" created him so!!!!! contribution to kazuha kissers and sagau eaters ig

story is also based on how FUCKING spiteful i am mthat kazuboy didnt come home and sent one (1) heizou instead. who needs kazuha when you have heizou (delusional but also actually starting to like heizou)

she/her pronouns for reader/The Creator, @foxic sorry if you didn't want to be pinged (please let me know if its ok with you) but i wrote something finally hehehhe

ty @souglias for screaming over what i wrote, lots and lots of emotional support <3333

There is one thing that not everyone knows about Kazuha, and it is that he does not like The Creator.

It is not that he hates her, but he does not idolise her like the rest of Teyvat. Kaedehara Kazuha has never been one to bind himself to religion and worship — he is a leaf in the wind, a sailboat out at sea, constantly wandering to where his surroundings take him. Kaedehara Kazuha does not anchor himself to one place or one person because it is just not something he would do.

However, Kazuha has heard the multiple times The Creator has tried reaching out to him with affectionate words and actions that clearly spoke of her devotion to him. Words after words of her admiration and hope that he would be a property of hers filled Kazuha’s mind everyday. And while it made Kazuha feel slightly guilty that he did not return The Creator’s feelings, it still did not change the fact that he would not come home to her to be controlled by her.

So when The Creator had tried to use her hard earned Intertwined Fates to wish for him, he expertly dodged them, refusing to let an outside force take control of his own body and use him to her will. Just like he expected, he got weird looks from the characters waiting to drop down from the skies above into the arms of their beloved creator.

It didn’t mean that he didn’t feel bad when The Creator groaned when the zombie child from Liyue, Qiqi, dropped down instead of him though. His friend Shikanoin Heizou, who had yet to come home to The Creator, also noticed his hesitance and reluctance.

“Why don’t you just go home to her?” Heizou raised an eyebrow, noting the way Kazuha’s ones furrowed as he looked down at The Creator. “She’s been hoping you would come to her since last year. It’s not everyone that catches The Creator’s eye. Sure, I understand why you aren’t worshipping her like everyone else does, but since you feel bad, why don’t you just… well, go?”

Kazuha does not say a word.

Heizou sighs and scratches his head as a divine light shines down upon him, indicating his time to drop down to The Creator. “Oh well, you do you, friend. I’m also not religious, but I don’t think it would hurt to humour The Creator for a while.” He pats Kazuha’s back with a sympathetic smile before jumping from the skies into The Creator’s world.

Kazuha watches as his friend becomes The Creator’s newest vessel, who was still upset that the red samurai did not return home. His mind was in turmoil, a big contrast to how it would usually be clear and free after the Vision Hunt Decree ended. He knew that The Creator would inevitably use his body as a vessel once he came home, which was exactly what he was dreading, but a part of him wondered if he was being far too mean to someone who had been relentlessly hoping for him— only him— to come home to her.

Do you hate me that much? Kazuha hears The Creator’s soft voice in his head.

I do not know, he replies in his head, in hopes that The Creator will accept his sincere apology that does not hold any promise of relieving her distress.

Kazuha thinks he’s dreaming when he sees the divine Creator strolling around in Inazuma in all her glory.

As surreal as it might have seemed, there was no doubting the identity of the divine entity walking around Inazuma City with the Shogun. Even if he convinced himself otherwise, the constant chattering of the admiring and curious onlookers would continue to deny him. Even your striking appearance could wash away all doubts of a non-believer. Naturally, everyone would be curious of The Creator’s sudden appearance in Teyvat, because she was believed to have controlled the world from another dimension and never step foot in her own creation, but also because you were so dazzling and divine that even Kazuha’s breath was taken away when he caught a glimpse of you.

What was truly a sight to behold, however, was that the Shogun, one of your (self-proclaimed) most devoted acolytes, was following you around like an affectionate puppy. The Shogun. The Raiden Shogun, the Electro Archon, User of the Musou no Hitotachi, Her Excellency The Almighty Narukami Ogosho, was following you around like a lovesick fool, bidding to every demand (or rather, polite request) you gave her. Tomo would’ve loved to see this.

A part of Kazuha knew that he would eventually need to meet you at least once, since one: he already knew that you were inclined towards him slightly more than the other vision holders in Inazuma, and two: you seemed pretty adamant about meeting all the vision holders in Inazuma. And even if they wanted to refuse meeting you (not like any of them, apart from Kazuha, were against meeting your excellency), who in their right mind would reject seeing their very own creator?

Kazuha, that’s who. He’s sure you already know he isn’t as fond of you as Teyvat is, so he’s been dragging his inevitable meeting with you. Even when you look around in hopes of meeting a certain white haired samurai, even when Thoma and Ayaka convince him to just say hi to you, even when Ayato and Yae Miko try threatening him into meeting with your divine self, Kazuha always finds a way out to not see you.

But when he hears from the citizens that you’ve been walking around Narukami Island with Detective Heizou, one of his closest friends, he already knows today may as well be the day that you finally see the man who has been rejecting you from a different world.

(Despite him convincing himself that he does not like you, a sick, egoistic part of him wants to see you run up to him and profess your love for him.)

Kazuha curls his hands in fists and gulps when he sees you and Heizou approaching. When Heizou spots him, he excitedly tugs at your sleeve and pulls you over to a smiling Kazuha.

“I suppose you already know who Kazuha is, Your Grace,” Heizou winks, and you laugh lightly, not meeting Kazuha’s eyes. “After all, he’s the man who has been playing hard to get, constantly refusing to be your vessel before you entered this world.”

Yikes, Kazuha groans internally, but keeps his smiling facade on. Way to go, Heizou.

(Kazuha wonders what you will do when his eyes meet yours. He wonders if you would blush or stutter over your words cutely. He wonders if you would shyly tug on his clothes and ask if you could spend more time with him. He wonders how he would respond to that question.)

When his eyes really meet yours, he expects to see some emotion. All you do is stare wordlessly for a second before smiling and turning back to Heizou, greatly surprising Kazuha.

“Is he your friend?” You try asking the detective, who is in a similar state of shock as he is. Seems like he wasn’t the only one expecting you to swoon over the samurai on first meeting (but really, who with dignity would do that in public, let alone The Creator?)

“Uh… yeah! He just returned from a trip with Captain Beidou from Liyue, so you’ve chosen the right time to visit Inazuma if you want to meet the one and only Kaedehara Kazuha,” Heizou replies awkwardly, desperate eyes searching Kazuha’s in a silent request for answers. “Um, Your Grace, is there anywhere you’d like to visit? Perhaps Kazuha would like to accompany you— Kazuha, hey, say hi to Her Grace—”

“Ah, it’s fine,” you interject, to Kazuha’s and Heizou’s surprise again. “I’m sure Kazuha’s tired from journeying around with Captain Beidou, so we should spare him the trouble and give him time to rest.” With that said, you give a curt respectful bow to Kazuha before walking off towards Tenshukaku, Heizou following behind dazed and confused.

Not as confused as Kazuha, though. The samurai’s face twists in shock when you walk by him nonchalantly. No longing looks, no flustered face, no hopeful words, nothing he had expected you to give him. Just a polite but distant attitude and would’ve fooled him into thinking that you never cared about him in the first place.

But that can’t be, because way before you arrived in Teyvat, he had heard your constant pleas for him to come home to you, to finally be yours so you could use him as one of your favourite vessels. He was not oblivious to your desire for him, so why…?

(How odd. He should be enjoying the fact that you aren’t clinging to him, but the strange ache in his heart suggests otherwise.)

Before he can stop himself, he turns around and loudly calls out, “Wait…!” successfully gaining your attention. Kazuha didn’t know what overcame him when he decided to call for you without reason, and now you’re staring at him curiously. Heizou, on the other hand, had a slightly amused look on his face, since he was not expecting Kazuha, the Kazuha who had always rejected your advances, to call for your attention after you nearly ignored him.

That makes two of us, then. Kazuha gulps and puts on an apologetic, reassuring smile. “Sorry about that, I was mistaken about something. Please enjoy your stay in Inazuma, Your Grace.”

(Kazuha somehow dislikes the way you nod politely at him again before turning away, never once looking back at him.)

Kaedehara Kazuha has not been feeling well since you arrived.

Ironically enough, it wasn’t because of your presence, but the opposite. There was no effort needed in order to avoid you, because you just never seemed to look for him. He did try to take his mind off this, and it did work for a while— until he walked out of Komore Teahouse and saw you and Heizou giggling while walking out of Inazuma City together.

You and Heizou. Heizou and you.

You and Heizou.

Heizou and you.

Kazuha doesn’t deny the envy that comes when he sees his own friend hanging around the divine Creator so freely. (And perhaps it wasn’t just simple envy.)

That wasn’t the only time that made him wish he had been nicer in his attitude towards you. The other time when he was in the teahouse, he walked across a private room that so happened to house you and Heizou that day, and let’s just say that Kamisato Ayato should’ve made the walls more soundproof.

“I’m not sure, Heizou,” you laugh, but anyone can hear the small dejected feeling in your voice. “I get the feeling that he doesn’t like me very much.”

It doesn’t take a genius to figure out who that “he” refers to. “Your Grace, please don’t say that,” Kazuha hears the frown in Heizou’s voice, “He is just unable to adhere to your desires because of… certain reasons, but I promise you he doesn’t dislike you as much as you think.”

“Well that clearly wasn’t the case when I tried wishing for him, only for him to reject me twice,” you’re clearly joking when you say that. A part of Kazuha wonders just how much sadness you were masking when you said that. “I’m afraid I’ve unknowingly done something to upset him.”

Through the thin translucent walls of the teahouse, Kazuha sees Heizou’s silhouette put his hand on top of yours. He doesn’t bother to watch the conversation unfold any further and walks away.

By now, he had come to a devastating conclusion that perhaps he was more fond of you than he thought. He had been constantly trying to convince himself with his own morals, thinking his strong personal ideals could overpower the small part of him that admired you. Perhaps that small part of him, too, wanted to be yours, belong to you, and only you, contrasting his belief in leading his own life completely. Perhaps that small part of him, too, did accept you as his Creator and wished to be able to show the love that he had hidden for you all along.

And perhaps that small part of you, he might daresay, was jealous of Heizou for spending time with you.

The thought alone makes Kazuha want to pull all his hair out. It felt impossible for Kazuha, possibly the only vision holder to reject being The Creator’s vessel, to be jealous of someone who had every right to be loved by The Creator because he came home to her when he asked her to. This was retribution. It was his fault for rejecting you in the first place, and now he reaps what he sows.

His migraine is not at all relieved by more intruding thoughts of you and Heizou being together. Images flash in his head at random times with no apparent reason, all of which include you and Heizou being affectionate together. Laughing together, holding hands, feeding fried food to each other, going on strolls together, maybe even sharing an intimate kiss—

Kazuha’s cheeks flush in a dark red at the mere thought of it. What an unpleasant feeling. Forget you, what would anyone think of him imagining obscene images of The Creator in his head?

“Oh, Kazuha— Hey, you’re unusually red, are you alright?” Fortunately (or unfortunately), you rush over and break Kazuha’s train of thoughts. He only flushes more when you lean in to measure his forehead temperature with your hand, pure concern written all over your face.

“Goodness,” you pull back and bite your bottom lip — bless your caring self — “Kazuha, your body temperature is a bit high… do you need to rest somewhere? I can help you over—”

“Your Grace,” Kazuha interrupts you and wraps a hand around your wrist, using it to pull you towards him. It does nothing to stop the raging blush on his face, but said blush appears to have spread a little bit to you.

This time, he forces you to look him in the eyes for real. You don’t look away or ignore him or leave him hanging with a curt bow. He asks for your attention, all of it for a short while, through eye contact. You let him do so through silent consent.

“I…” Kazuha gulps, like he did many times during your first meeting, “I apologise for my rash behaviour, Your Grace. Please forgive me for this, and forgive me for my doubts towards you.”

You don’t speak, so he continues. The expression on his face is no longer flustered, but ashamed and regretful. “I wasn’t too keen on meeting you because a part of me didn’t want to acknowledge you as my Creator, my ruler, my god, and perhaps… I might’ve liked you more than I gave you credit for. I understand if you’re upset that I rejected you when you asked me to come home many times before—”

“No, no!” You interject nervously. “I- well, I didn’t want to force you home if you didn’t want to, so you don’t have to blame yourself over that.”

You’re not quite sure why the Kazuha before you is greatly different from the Kazuha in Teyvat when you were wishing for him. What caused his change of heart?

“...Your Grace, I must admit…”

Threats?

“I’ve been feeling a little peculiar lately…”

Influence?

“I was wondering if you would know about it. It only happens on certain occasions…”

Guilt?

“Like when you and… Detective Heizou were walking around together.”

Jea— oh.

Oh.

Oh!

“Don’t tell me you suddenly fell in love with me because Heizou was being friendly to me,” You teased him, “Goodness, just what must I do to gain your attention for once?”

“Huh?”

“I…” You awkwardly tuck your hair behind your ear, admitting, “I didn’t want to bother you in this world because I thought you would continue to dislike me.”

Kazuha stills, his expression morphing into one of regret and love. “My sincerest apologies, Your Grace. I never intended to make you feel unloved by me. I was earlier doubtful of my devotion to you, but it seems that the winds have brought me my answer.”

There is one thing that no one knows about Kazuha except you, and it is that he does not love you, he does not worship you, and he does not wish to be at your every beck and call because you are his god.

Or so he says, because if anyone saw how softly he was caressing and looking at you under the sakura trees of Inazuma City, they would think otherwise, artists would start painting a portrait of the two of you, and poets would immediately begin writing about how The Creator had finally chosen her favourite acolyte.

#dinowrites #genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #heizou #shikanoin heizou #kazuha #kaedehara kazuha #kazuha x reader #kaedehara kazuha x reader #sagau #sagau genshin #sagau x reader

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dinoshimaaa · 1 year

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This December

You’re studying in a cafe, alone, until the seat in front of you is taken by a handsome stranger. (fluff, uni au)

masterpost - sher's bday

tag: @souglias

The local university cafe has long been a popular choice to study in. The prices are reasonable, the drinks are fire, and the atmosphere is condusive. Hence the reason why it gets crowded so quickly, and also why it takes hours before one can find an empty spot in it. Essentially, it becomes a race between all students to see who can run to the cafe after classes the fastest and get a comfortable spot of their own.

Today, you get the wonderful privilege of having a cozy, corner seat of the cafe all to yourself. Professor Dainsleif had wrapped up his lecture rather quickly today, dismissing all students early, while muttering something about “not getting paid enough” before leaving the lecture hall.

It’s still minutes before many other classes will be dismissed and soon the emptiness of the cafe will be replaced with soft chattering and the rustling of students moving around, trying to find every spot they can. You quickly collect the hot latte you ordered and go back to continue your art assignment, making sure to milk the peace in this cafe while you still can.

Sure enough, many other students come into the cafe at the same time and all tables are filled within five minutes. There are still a couple of empty chairs that latecomers can claim (one of which, you realise, is the chair sharing your table) but they would have to share their spot with a stranger. Bad day for introverts.

Half an hour goes by while you diligently work on your assignment, and the chair in front of you remains unoccupied. Students leave the cafe and new customers come in, but no one has touched the empty chair yet. You are secretly relieved that you are peacefully left alone to concentrate on your work.

That is until a ginger-haired guy walks in, a foxy grin on his face. Observant eyes scan the entire cafe, looking for a vacant spot, and they land on your table. At the same moment, due to you being alerted by the cafe door opening, your head is raised and he makes eye contact with you.

He glances at the empty chair at your table before looking back at you, and immediately you know what he wants. You look back down and pray to be mistaken, but alas he approaches your table anyway.

“Is this spot taken?” his grin stays confident. You have no choice but to shake your head.

“Great,” he whispers to himself, rubbing his hands with glee. Plopping his bag on the floor with a loud ‘thunk’, he begins to take his laptop and study materials out, ready to do the same as every other student in this cafe.

It’s no big deal— you can just continue with your work. Conversation isn’t needed, and he seems busy with his own thing anyway. You keep your eyes glued to the sketch you’re almost completed with. And you would’ve been just as productive before, if it weren’t for the glaringly obvious looks from your tablemate to the paper you’re drawing on.

Slowly, you raise your head. “Is something the matter?”

“Your art is… odd.”

You snort, amused and insulted at his comment. Not even an introduction— he went in straight for the kill. “Was that a compliment?”

“I hope it sounded like one,” he grins again, “Your style is quite different. The colours you use are dull, not quite colourful and not quite monochromatic; the angles you choose are really unique too. I guess art majors are just really weird in general.”

“You know what they all say about art majors,” you mumble, noticing his widening smile from your peripheral vision, “Quirky and talentless. People only care about STEM nowadays.”

“STEM comes from art,” the guy rests his head on his right palm, “Without human creation, we will never learn about the different laws of the world. Nor will we ever have the chance to play around with advanced technology.”

You look up to psychoanalyse him, while he looks back at you with a big smile (you genuinely cannot tell if it’s a cunning smile, or a confused smile, or both. You don’t know how that is possible). “You don’t look like someone who would say thoughtful stuff like this,” you say softly, hiding the judgement in your words. “Where’d you copy the quote from? You don’t look like a psychology major.”

“Close,” he laughs, “Sports science. I want to become a sports instructor and teach little kids from all over the world on how to play sports. And the quote was inspired by my sister. She’s crazy about art— she’s only in middle school, but she’s got the talent. I think she’ll learn lots from you.”

You raise an eyebrow, surprised. Taking it as a cue to continue, he goes on, “I think you two would get along pretty well, honestly. Next time we meet, maybe I’ll tell you more about her. Hopefully it won’t be because we have to share a cafe table again, haha.”

Against your will, conversation flows between the two of you naturally. You converse in hushed whispers, but that does not stop you from excitedly rambling about your current project and him returning insightful and cheeky comments. Amidst the peace and quiet of the cafe, where majority of the customers are studying alone or with a familiar buddy, two strangers talk like they’ve known each other for years.

The guy leaves, eventually. Your heartbeat goes back to normal (you hadn’t realised it spiked during that hours-long conversation with him) and you finally catch your breath after talking for so long and so quickly. Hoping to return to a productive state, you turn back down to your work, only to find a scrawl written at the top of the paper.

9xxx xxxx

childe

text me ;) i’ll send you art memes

Huh. When did that get here?

Omake:

You

cafe gingey

omg

no way

YOU SAVED MY NUMBER

You

yeah i might regret it

we talked for so long that my latte went cold btw

cafe gingey

LOL skill issue

You

good talk though

can’t believe your brain is big enough to hold philosophical thoughts

cafe gingey

had to impress you some way sorry babe

“Moooom! Big Bro Ajax is kicking his feet and giggling on his bed while looking at his phone again!” Tonia’s groans can be heard getting further away from his room door, making Childe laugh again. A flush creeps up his neck, both from embarrassment and from talking to you online. He couldn’t believe he actually had the courage to slip his number to a girl he talked to in the cafe for the first time, and was in even more disbelief that she saved his number and chatted him up afterwards.

Whatever, he thinks, raising the phone to his chest. Who cares if his mom and sister tease him for this? As long as you didn’t know that he rambled about your encounter to his sister after dinner, who was confused and tired at his excessant fanboying as he went on and on about how cool you were. You didn’t need to know that.

#dinowrites #genshin #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #childe #childe x reader #tartaglia #tartaglia x reader #childe genshin impact #tartaglia genshin impact #this is unbetad i'll reread this again in 3h to find any errors

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