#genshin impact flufftober

[thesparklingwriter]

playing dress up

“I think you’re plenty special, mama.”

tags: pet names, Zhongli is very pure, soft Zhongli, fem!reader, Zhongli and reader are in a relationship, they have a kid because why not, Zhongli get bullied by his wife and daughter because he's whipped, i just wanted to write him with a kid, i am puking rainbows and candyfloss, this is a bit too sweet

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hi, i'm interrupting your path to the fic because i wanted to say thank you for 50 followers (ik its not a lot but humour me) i made this blog like 3 weeks ago on a whim and i didn't expect people to like my stuff this much. so thank you again for all your support, and i hope you enjoy, and i don't know what to do to celebrate my silly little milestone but I'll probably just double-post tonight or tomorrow.

"Mei-mei?" You call, running up the stairs into your daughter's room. You heard a crash, and the silence since has been deafening. "Jingmei, are you okay?"

You hear tiny giggles and a playful bark. Thank the archons that she's okay. On that note, where is Zhongli? You creep into Mei's room, only to find her with bows on her horns that match Amber's collar. She giggles again. "Mama, look! Me and Amber are matching!"

You smile. "I see that, honey," You pick her up, hugging her tight against your chest. She's growing so, so fast, and it scares you. "You look amazing."

Jingmei having horns was a shock to your system. They sprouted one night when she was three, and since then, they appear whenever she's tired or really, really excited. Even Zhongli was surprised by it. "I don't know," he said when you asked why this was happening. "Archons having children with mortals is rare. I suppose it's like half-adeptus children, but I can't be certain." He pulled you to him and kissed your hair. "Stop worrying, love. She's healthy and happy. That's all that matters."

"Thank you, mama," she grins a toothless grin at you, and slides out of your hands, pulling you down with her.

"Mei, where's your father?" you ask her. She leans closer to you conspiratorially, pressing her forehead against yours.

"We're having a princess party. He's getting changed."

"Into a princess dress?" you ask, widening your eyes in excitement. Jingmei simply shrugs.

"I don't know. But he said I can decorate his horns." You chuckle to yourself, Zhongli doesn’t know the word ‘no’ when it comes to you, your daughter, or your dog. It makes you laugh that a whole archon gets bossed around by women when he gets home. "Mama, why don't you have horns?"

You'd been waiting for this question. Jingmei is an observant child--she gets that much from her father--it was only a matter of time before she questioned your lack of horns, and you'd been practising what to say. You considered running it by Zhongli, but you had a feeling he'd say the unfiltered truth--which you suspected would be too much for her to handle.

"I'm not special in the same way you and your dad are." You say softly. "You get your horns and magnificent hair from him, and your pretty smile and clever mind from me." In all honesty, Jingmei is more him than you in terms of appearance--sometimes people don't believe you are her mother, especially if they don't know Zhongli. But the minute she opens her mouth, everyone knows that she's yours. She's as eloquent as you are, quick-witted, and sometimes a little stubborn. And you love her for it.

“I think you’re plenty special, mama.” JIngmei smiles widely, throwing her arms around your neck enthusiastically, almost knocking you over in the process.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” you smile, littering her cheeks with kisses until she’s giggling uncontrollably.

"Jingmei, I'm afraid none of your mother's dresses fit me," Zhongli's voice trails in from outside. "I hope my makeshift dress will do." He walks into the room, with the blanket from your bed draped over his silk pyjamas. You and your daughter both burst into laughter, so much so that Zhongli almost blushes.

"What are you two laughing at?" He scowls, pulling you both into a hug, and gracing Amber with her obligatory head pats. She yips happily.

"Nothing," you both giggle.

Zhongli huffs, sinking onto Jingmei’s bed. He glances at his daughter’s makeup supplies from across the room. If he’d known he was going to be her only model, he’d have bought some less bright colours. “I suppose I should stay true to my promise.”

“Mei-mei,” You smile brightly, glancing at Zhongli with playful mischief. “How about I let you use some of my things today? Prince Papa deserves the best, no?”

Jingmei jumps up. “I’ll get it!” She giggles as the runs out of the room, Amber bounding happily behind her.

“How does she know where my make-up is?” You ask Zhongli lightly, sitting beside him and running your hands through his hair. He chuckles, leaning his head into your hands.

“This isn’t the first time we’ve used your makeup, love.”

“What?”

“It’s been at least a year and a half,” he says shamelessly. “We did ask you. Admittedly, you were half asleep, but you did say yes.”

You scowl at him. “I sure hope you don’t apply that logic to anything else.”

Zhongli laughs. “I don’t do anything you don’t explicitly ask for.”

“Yeah, hence why we have a four-year-old,” You scoff. He’s nothing but a big liar.

“If I remember correctly, you asked for that too.” You scowl at him even more—if that’s even possible—and gently slap his arms.

“Don’t say things like that when Jingmei’s around.” You hiss. “Especially when they aren’t true.”

“But they are true,” He smiles, drawing you closer to him. “I’m not in the business of spreading misinformation. You know that.”

You roll your eyes at him as Jingmei comes storming back into the room. “Found it!” She smiles happily. “Are we group hugging?” She says, glancing between you and her dad. She puts the makeup on the floor and barrels into the both of you, stretching her little arms out as far as they go.

She may not have the words to express it, but growing up in a house so full of love makes her want to show that love to whoever she sees—be it a bug she sees out in the wild, a new friend, or simply just her parents.

“Jingmei, darling, you’re prodding me with your horns.” Zhongli chuckles, trying to sit up. But the little girl insists on staying put, her grip on you both tightening.

“Am not.”

“Are too.” Zhongli retorts. It sometimes throws you off to see how easily he switches out of his usual formal manner of speaking when it comes to his daughter. It seems he does the opposite to you sometimes--you swear he uses bigger words just to confuse you.

Amber yips excitedly and launches herself onto you, offended that she’s been left out. Zhongli chuckles to himself. He never thought this kind of life would suit him. He thought he was destined to live life on his own, detached from the rest of the humans he watched over. He’s grateful for you and his daughter because you made the decades of solitude worth it, and he’ll savour every minute he has with the both of you. And Amber.

an: i spent half an hour on a name website to try and find a traditional Chinese name that had something to do with crystals, and this was the best name i could find, but if it's actually a curse word or something I think I'll just cry

[i-am-a-l0st-gh0st]

Yeah, you made it all alright- Wriothesley X Gn! Reader- Flufftober!

Those words were for you and for you alone

T/w- established relationship, wriothesley is your husband

Summary - your husband is a bit overworked and needs your comfort

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A gust of wind rushed through your house, the sound also made you jump. Wriothesley was home, your husband of a few years. Today he wasn't in his usual flirty, cheerful mood, he was really shitty. Something had definitely happened at work and there was no doubt about it.

From what you'd heard about the fortress of Meropide it was a pretty alright part. (Putting aside the fact it was a prison). He had always enjoyed working there, or you thought he did. He walked through the door not even bothering to say hello to you, his partner! He just went straight to your shared bedroom. You knew something was definately wrong.

Without another moment's hesitation you got up from the couch and followed your upset husband. "Hey, love you in here?"

A small grumble came from the bed, which you took as an invitation to join Wriothesley on the bed. He had his face buried in a pillow, and was holding it tightly. This was one of the only time you wished you were a pillow. Slowly you extend your hand to rub his back. This was always one of the things that calmed him down.

He lifted his face up and smiled a weak smile in your direction. Archons he was adorable. "You want hugs?"

Without another word he moved closer his face into your chest. While you rubbed his back and hair. His dark hair was always fluffy and smelled like (favorite sent,)

"Thank you my love." He whispered, just so you could hear. These words were for you and for you alone.

[siriusly-parker]

—angsty neuvillette headcanons, genshin.

author’s note: these are my headcanons!! i love neuvie but i just think he’s a little depressed yk? so here are my hcs about angsty!neuvie lol ‎𐦂

angsty!neuvie who just can’t help but be insecure.

angsty!neuvie who feels so lonely. all the time. until he meets you.

angsty!neuvie who feels like he doesn’t belong anywhere, but in your arms.

angsty!neuvie who’s mistaken as stoic but is truly in touch with his emotions. he feels a lot, he just can’t quite figure out what it is that he’s feeling.

angsty!neuvie who accidentally makes it shower even harder when he hears someone ask the hydro dragon to stop crying.

angsty!neuvie who comes home drenched after every trial.

angsty!neuvie who doesn’t understand himself or his purpose.

angsty!neuvie who just wants to spend all day in bed with you. (he’s just an eternally tired guy.)

angsty!neuvie who’s just so sleepy and nods at whatever anyone’s saying without listening.

angsty!neuvie who’s always calm but will fight anyone who causes the melusines any harm.

angsty!neuvie who always apologizes for the rain, believing it must be an inconvenience for you.

angsty!neuvie with a partner that loves the rain.

angsty!neuvie who tries his best to communicate his feelings even though he doesn’t quite understand them himself.

angsty!neuvie who helps a melusine take care of their garden after a flood (he probably caused).

angsty!neuvie who just feels so overwhelmed and empty at the same time.

angsty!neuvie who doesn’t have the energy to read anymore, so he asks you to. you read to him while gently caressing his hair. he usually ends up falling asleep.

angsty!neuvie who tries to reassure furina he’s fine and can definitely keep on judging the rest of the day’s trials.

angsty!neuvie who doesn’t understand why people care about him, but takes all the love he can get anyway.

angsty!neuvie who feels deeply protective of the traveler, considering them an important friend. after all the stories they told of their travels in teyvat, he hopes they can count on him to help. he feels sad about how their kindness was taken advantage of and doesn’t want to be that kind of person to them.

angsty!neuvie who tries his best to arrange small dates to show you he cares. he often asks the melusines for help. one time, he took you to merusea village for a picnic.

angsty!neuvie who unintentionally makes it pour every time you have to leave.

angsty!neuvie who likes being under water because it feels like a big hug for the ocean. (not as good as yours but still pretty nice)

angsty!neuvie who brings the lunch you made him to the fortress of meropide, because you told him he needed to see his friends more. wriothesley didn’t ask any questions, he was just glad you packed an extra sandwich for him too.

angsty!neuvie who makes the entirety of fontaine downpour when you first tell him you love him.

angsty!neuvie who loves being taken care of. you often take showers with him, washing his hair and kissing all his worries away.

angsty!neuvie who’s jealous of everyone, but doesn’t even try to fight it. he truly believes you’d just be better off, so he shuts down and leave. you have to explain to him he’s the only one and that he doesn’t need to worry. though he doesn’t fully believe it, he trusts you.

angsty!neuvie who tries to push you away because he thinks you deserve better.

angsty!neuvie who tries to write down his feelings like you taught him.

angsty!neuvie who comes home and passes out on the couch. you obviously can’t take him to bed, so you take the bed to him by bringing pillows and comforters. you wiggle yourself in between him and the backrest of the couch. he ends up waking in the middle of the night, so grateful for you. you keep this setup for a week and make it into movie nights.

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[flyingwargle]

flufftober day 1: "i've got you." / fontaine siblings

lyney wakes to the sound of crying.

his ears are attuned to it. lynette, in the days after their parents’ deaths, would muffle her sobs, keep her cries quiet, so not to draw attention to herself. when they found themselves in their first foster home, along with other children, the younger ones would wail for mothers that would never come, and the older ones would cry to mourn for their lost future. lyney held them all, whispered in their ears, swallowed his own tears to be the older brother that they needed.

don’t worry, it’s all right. i’ve got you.

and tonight, it looks like someone is in need of reassurance.

lynette, curled by his side, stirs when he moves off the bed. she raises her head, eyes bleary with sleep, voice hoarse when she whispers, “lyney?”

“there’s someone crying. i’m going to check it out.” he doesn’t tell her to stay; she’s followed him everywhere since the first time they were separated.

the hallway is cold. moonlight pours in through the windows along the wall, torches flickering from the wind that’s snuck in. lyney closes the door behind them – they have their own room, not because they’re favored over the others, but because they’re the newest arrivals. he takes his sister’s hand and tip-toes down the hallway.

there is one door ajar – the children’s room. there are six beds, all filled, decorated with varying plushies, blankets, or other possessions that were left with the children. an oil lamp rests on either wall in the center, light dim. it’s enough to direct lyney to where he has to go: freminet.

despite the boy’s intellect when it comes to trinkets, he’s delicate, as fragile as clockwork on the verge of shutting down. his bed is one of the emptiest, dropped off at the house with nothing but pers, a clockwork marvel that his father left behind, and a penguin plushie that lyney has never seen freminet without. he’s only a few months younger, but held on to the promise that his mother would come back for him.

it makes sense for him to weep, mourning over unfulfilled words.

his bed is furthest from the door. the other children are sound asleep, or perhaps ignorant. freminet is upright, knees drawn to his chest, head bowed to muffle his cries, penguin soaked from his tears. a blanket falls from his shoulders and onto the floor. lyney picks it up. “freminet?”

when he looks up, his face is red, bangs obscuring his eyes. lyney sits down and brushes hair away from his face. “it’s all right. you don’t have to cry.”

“mama didn’t come for me.” his whisper is punctured with sobs. “where is she?”

he could've lied, reassured him that it was only a matter of time until she's knocking on the heavy doors for him, but he doesn't. it's useless to lie to family. “she isn’t coming. this is your new home, now.” no children have ever returned home after being left at the house. those who left either become soldiers beneath the tsaritsa or disappear into the darkness. “it’s okay, fremmy. we have each other.”

freminet hiccups. “it’s so lonely here. i’m too old for the kids but too young for the older ones. all i have is pers, but it didn’t matter since mama said she’d come back. but now…”

“come with us – you can sleep in our bed.” lyney offers him a hand. “i’ll read you a bedtime story.” after a moment of hesitation, the younger boy takes it, penguin plush clutched to his chest.

the bed isn’t large enough for all three of them, but they make it work. lyney is squeezed in the middle, with a sibling clinging to him on either side. he folds his arms behind his head, staring at the ceiling as he tries to string words together for a story. “once upon a time, there were three siblings. they came from a loving family, and each day together was fun. that all came to an end when their parents suddenly died, and they were left alone.

“it was hard for them to survive by themselves – they weren’t old enough to work, and because there were three of them, no one wanted to adopt them all. it was either one or two, but the siblings would not separate. the police didn’t do anything about them, either. there were lots of children without families or homes, and they couldn’t help all of them. that’s why the siblings decided to do what they could on their own.

“the oldest brother turned to magic. he watched a magician and learned sleight of hand and simple card tricks using a deck that he stole from the toy store. the middle sister used her hearing and sharp senses to overhear other people talk about good places to sleep or where to pick up a few coins. the youngest brother, though small, was the most innocent in his ways. he would dive underwater and find things that people had dropped, no matter how small, and if he wasn’t diving, he would play with clockwork and make toys with parts that people had thrown away.

“it took a long time, but they were able to afford a house, nice clothes, and proper equipment to do their work. the older brother and sister became famous magicians, and the younger brother became a famous diver. they all lived happily ever after, doing what they loved, and promising to never let a child live without a family.”

lynette has fallen asleep. freminet, however, is wide awake. he’s staring at him with hopeful eyes. “is it true? can kids do something like that?”

lyney reaches over to ruffle his hair. “of course, if we work together. we’re one another’s family now, and if we all do our part, we’ll make our own future. no matter what happens, your older brother’s got you, okay? get some sleep.”

freminet nods, then buries his head deeper beneath the blankets, closing his eyes. lyney turns to face the ceiling again. he knows that fairytales are just that – fantasies with varying degrees of truth. even if this is a future that he wants, it’s a future that can’t be obtained.

but…as the older brother, he knows that he’ll do anything he can to make it truth.

[lexsssu]

Alive (Scaramouche)

Flufftober Day 27

TAGS:  Scaramouche/F!Reader

From the moment his consciousness was born into this world, he knew naught but the betrayal of broken promises. In between periods of blank nothingness as he sought refuge from this harsh world, his mind would drift in the winds of imagination.

What would it be like to have a creator, a mother who loved him?

How glorious would it be to have friends whose loyalties didn’t falter?

Will the sting of betrayal always taint his very existence?

These days, however, he no longer dwells upon such pointless thoughts. Not when those scars of the past no longer hold any sway upon him.

“Welcome home, Kunikuzushi”

Your voice is still as soft and sweet as when he was first graced with it, your touch still so gentle and warm as you cup his cheeks and press a kiss upon his lips. Just as he had done when he first woke up, a single tear dropped from each eye and dripped down his face as your love enveloped him from the inside out.

When your lips also press a kiss on the corner of each eye, it feels as if his chest would burst as it overflowed with…with…

“I know,” you didn’t need him to verbalize his feelings, not when you knew full well how he felt.

When you cradle his head to your breast, lovingly running your fingers through his dark locks and humming softly into his ears, he knows for sure that he is alive.

[herwritingartcowboy]

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[m-matias]

## SO, THIS IS LOVE ??

## WARNINGS ;; mentions of blood, FLUFF TO ANGST GIGGLES, short af idk, not proofread, lowercase intended, reader is implied to be smaller than capitano, implied fem reader, character death (reader) oops!!

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!! I'M SORRY I DIDN'T POST FOR THE PAST FEW WEEKS!! ATLEAST I POSTED FOR HALLOWEEN, AND IK THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE FLUFFTOBER, BUT THE 1ST PART IS FLUFF SO IT'S OKAY RIGHT..

CAPITANO always loved to hug you tight. cuddling your small figure, his head layed atop yours; the warm fire in front of the both of you made you feel warm and cozy. his gloved hand traced little shapes on your arms and hands, he hummed slightly at how adorable you looked underneath him. 'pretty', he thought. even though capitano acts cold sometimes, and he won't admit it anytime soon, but he really does love you. he loves the little things you do, he loves your little habits and the way you act, and he loves the way you're in love with him. he burns the image of your hand intertwined with his as he gently kisses the top of your head. he thinks about what's happening right now, and he realizes: "so, this is love.."

CAPITANO always loved to hug you tight; even if your dying body was cold to the touch due to the icy snow, he couldn't bear to lose you. he hugged you, and he hugged you tight. he didn't care about your blood staining his fur coat, and he didn't care about the freezing weather; he only cared about you. he can't lose you, he needs you. why you? it could be anyone else; it could be his trainees, his troops, hell, it could even be the other harbingers, just not you. why did it have to be you, dying in his arms? he layed his head atop yours, his tears falling freely to the ground, his helmet abandoned near a pile of snow. he kissed your head, as he felt your body go limp. he cried out, he screamed, he yelled; he needed you. why did you have to leave? why was it you. why, why, why. even though capitano experienced many losses in his life, this loss will affect him the most. he thinks about what's happening at this moment, and he realizes: "so, this is what love does to you, huh?.."

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[asoulsreverie]

As light rain falls with reason

A quick, short (>200 words) ficlet because I said so:

This is strictly familial, pairing the reader and Neuvillette as the reader's dad

Based on prompt 2. Family, Friends, Loved Ones of @flufftober 's 2023 prompt list

Imagine Neuvillette being your dad, and some moments of your life

You said your first word? And it was you calling him 'dad' (or a synonym)? Yeah, it's raining outside.

You gave him a hand made card for father's day? With the cutest crayon drawing of him and yourself? I hope no one had outdoor plans, because as beautiful as the sky looks lit up by a rainbow, showers are sure to fall.

Also imagine the storms he'd conjure if he found out you were hurt– it upsets him he couldn't be there to help you in the moment. Please hug him and tell him you're okay– unless you want the entirety of Fontaine to be flooded.

But I sure do hope you don't plan on an outdoor wedding– the beautiful decorations and an even more beautiful you, smiling and happy to be wedded to your special someone– the ceremony only to be graced by a gentle shower as your father sniffles, trying to contain his tears, and smiling all the same. What can he do? To see his little dew drop grown up and so, so happy to start a chapter in their life...

Just remember that no matter where you go, the rains are sure to remind you of his love for you.

[thesparklingwriter]

a modest proposal

"Would you let me stay by your side for the rest of my life?”

tags: soft Zhongli, canon divergence (Zhongli has mora), fem!reader, Zhongli and reader are in a relationship, proposal, dinner date, zhongli being Zhongli, he knows he's slightly out of touch but he's trying

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You've always been very vocal about things people do that they pretend are for their benefit, but are actually power plays to show the rest of the world how well they're doing. Namely, useless degrees in the Akedemiya, (You once met someone who had a degree in rockology. When you told Zhongli, he laughed and said he wouldn't teach a rockology class, because by simply opening his mouth, he would already be speaking at a level higher than most of the class's comprehension. You said he was harsh, but not incorrect.) massive houses that you spend most of your life cleaning, (your house was the only exception to the rule, since the only beings around were adepti, and they truly didn't care enough about you to pass judgement, for better or for worse) and finally marriage.

You were very against marriage. Or at least the silly kind you often encountered in Teyvat—people were married, but barely even knew each other's names. They just got a kick out of saying 'my wife' or 'my partner' and it irked you. You were essentially married to an Archon, but did you scream it off the rooftops? Technically, you screamed it off the mountains, but that was more Zhongli's fault than yours.

But Zhongli, being the most annoyingly perfect man on Teyvat, seems to see right through your act. It wasn't that you didn't want to be married. You just didn't want to be caught in the kind that made you feel suffocated. Some nights, when Zhongli was fast asleep and you found your thoughts drifting, you wondered whether you'd really want to be married to him. You concluded that you essentially acted like a married couple anyway, so it would just be an excuse for you to wear a pretty dress, which again, you weren't too bothered for or against. You wouldn't reject it if it were ever to happen, but you wouldn't actively chase it either.

Or at least, that’s what you’ve been telling yourself, instead of getting your hopes up. Over the past week or so, Zhongli has been banging on about doing things the ‘human’ way. That involves actually walking to places instead of letting you teleport, carrying your own groceries home instead of letting him teleport them home…It seems Zhongli views teleporting things as inherently unhuman, despite the fact that you spend your time teleporting across Teyvat. You’ve kept that particular commentary to yourself.

He keeps taking you on lavish, expensive dates—that you thoroughly enjoy—but always serve to remind you that you’d rather be at home with him, quietly reading a book together.

So today, you decide that even though it’s going to sound rude, you’ll tell him that you’d much rather be at home with him. That is, you’ll tell him after you’ve devoured your food.

“Are you alright? You’re eating much slower than usual.” Zhongli says to you, nudging you slightly under the table. He never sits opposite you, always next to you, as if you being on the other side of the table is too far away from him.

“Hm?” You look up from your plate. “I’m alright. Are you?”

“I’m also alright,” he chuckles. “You’re being really quiet. Have I done something to offend you?”

You feel your eyes widen. You hadn’t realised that you’d been showing your emotions on your face so clearly. “No, not at all!” You protest. “Actually, if anything, you’ve done the opposite. All these dates, and the good food… I’ve really enjoyed it. Thank you.”

“You’re more than welcome,” Zhongli smiles. He was worried he’d come off as too overbearing or creepy by being so frivolous with his spending with you. But the god of mora could always make more(a), so he didn’t see the need to be so frugal with his cash. He was beginning to worry that you would grow to dislike the quiet nights at home.

“But I have to ask,” You twist the ring Zhongli gave you. Today, like some other days, he’s gifted you a new outfit to wear. You try to not take it to mean that he doesn’t like the rest of the clothes in your wardrobe. He wasn’t often one to add jewellery, and when you started to look at it more closely, he finally finished dressing and you made your way to the restaurant, so you didn't get to have a good enough look. “What’s going on with these dates? I enjoy them, don’t get me wrong, but I miss our quiet nights at home.”

“That’s because you’re in heat again, aren’t you, love?” Zhongli jokes.

You squeal in shock, glancing quickly around the room. “You shouldn’t say things like that in public. I am not in heat.” You hiss quietly. He chuckles, taking your hand in his. "I don't go into heat. I don't have the biological facilities for that."

“In all honesty, I would not be surprised if you did, and simply didn't know it," he smiles. "As for the dates, I thought that you’d maybe miss the more normal aspects of being in a relationship. I suppose I overdid it though.” He sighs. “I don’t want you to resent me for being so unconventional.”

You can’t help it. You laugh. “Li, when have I ever wanted anything conventional? All I’ve wanted is to be with you. I keep telling you, and you don’t listen. I don’t care about fanfare, okay? I care about us.”

“So you don’t mind being behind the rest of your friends?”

“Of course I don’t. Sometimes, I wonder if we really have much in common anymore. All they ever want to do is talk about their husbands and the children they’re going to have and their scheduled—”

“You don’t want any of that?” Zhongli asks you.

“No, I think the whole scheduling thing is more headache than it’s worth.”

“I am not talking about that. You’re not interested in having a husband or children?”

“Li,” you sigh, cupping his face lightly. “I don't care about the semantics, as long as it’s with you. I admit those aren't my priorities in life, but I don’t mind either way. Why do you look nauseous?” You’ve never seen Zhongli look so out of his element before. The only other time was when he first asked you to meet him.

“Because I feel nauseous,” Zhongli replies, chuckling softly. “I know being married isn’t very high up on your list of priorities, and I know you don’t care for it, but I’d like to do things the human traditional way, like you did for me. I’d like to afford you the same luxuries.”

To be completely honest, the whole dragon mate thing was the most lowkey tradition you’d ever experienced, and that made you pretty happy. But as much as you want to pretend like you have no feelings for or against being married, the inner child who longed to be married is squealing her head off.

“You want to get married?”

“Only if you do. It doesn’t have to be a ridiculously grand affair, it could even be solely the two of us,” Zhongli flushes. “I don’t want you to feel like I’ve deprived you of an experience you clearly want.”

“You’d marry me? Even if it were to change nothing about the way we live?”

“I see the way you stutter when you introduce me to your acquaintances. At least this way, you could say ‘my husband’ and not have to deal with the confused stares.” Zhongli smiles. “And I’d like your parents to feel secure in the fact that I’m not going to disappear.”

Now you start to tear up. You haven’t visited your parents in so long, whisked away by the demanding nature of your life as an adventurer-come-errand runner, but Zhongli is right. All they ever wanted for you was for you to be happy and secure. The fact he thought about your parents completely sways you. If there was ever a fragment of doubt in your mind about whether you’d refuse him or not, it’s shattered now.

“What do you say, love?” Zhongli asks, taking your hand and twisting your ring slightly. “Will you marry me? Would you let me stay by your side for the rest of my life?”

Now the tears are really falling, and you don’t want to draw attention to yourself, so you nod as vigorously as you can manage. “Of course I will,” you sniff.

Zhongli kisses your hand, and as he lowers it, a light catches your ring, and it suddenly dawns on you.

“You made me put on my own engagement ring?” You ask him, slapping his shoulder lightly. Of course, he would make you do all the work. He even left you to figure out the ring's significance by yourself!

“Well, I thought it was too pretty to go to waste if you didn’t accept my proposal. I didn’t want you to dislike it.”

You study the ring in more detail. It’s not like the normal engagement rings your friends flash at you, and you’re grateful for it. It’s marbled with gold and brown crystal, and topped with a shimmering Cor Lapis. It’s almost a ring version of Zhongli, and that makes you love it even more.

“So,” You smile. “What type of rock is the brown crystal?”

Zhongli clears his throat. “It’s not a crystal.” You tilt your head in confusion, and Zhongli explains further. “I have an adeptus friend who likes to collect things, not that he’d openly admit to it. He had a couple of my scales saved from before I had a vaguely humanoid form, so I called in a favour.”

Your jaw drops. “This is a piece of you?”

“Does that offend you?” Zhongli asks, quickly. “I can always get it changed.”

Even if it did, you’d never tell him that, not after he’d put all this effort into putting it together for you.

“No. Don't do that. I love it,” You smile. “I love you.”

a/n my mother watched me write this and asked why i looked like i was crying so i told her i was doing schoolwork and she just nodded

[i-am-a-l0st-gh0st]

 Just know that if you hide it doesn't go away- Diluc x Gn!reader

When you get out of bed don't end up stranded T/w- Mentions of abusive relationship (Past) slight angst with fluff, petnames summary- you broke a vase and are scared how diluc is going to react

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Tears streamed down your eyes, making your vision blurry. A broken vase sat in front of you, along with a roll of tape. You were drunk and tired and upset and thoughts were not sorted out. Archons how would Diluc react when he find out you broke it? He was gonna be mad… w-what if… what if.

You tried to shake the memories of your last partner out for your head but they continued to stain your mind. 

"Love… you're not going to be able to fix that with tape."

You jumped at the sudden sound, turning to face your red haired boyfriend. "H-how long have you been there." You hiccuped.

"Long enough to know what your trying to do. And see that you're upset."

He looked at you like you were a hurt animal. Diluc came and sat down next to you wrapped one arm around your shoulder. Then kissing your cheek. You tried to hold back the rest of tears but failed. You could see he wasn't mad but still felt like he was.

"A-are you mad?"

He seemed shocked at the question. "No?" He saw the fear in your eyes as you asked the question. "Hon, I'm not like your last partner, you know this. I promise you we can find a way to replace or fix the vase."

You nodded still a bit hesitant. "Now come on y/n let's head to bed, we'll put the pieces in a container and try in the morning. You still seem a little tipsy."

You could now see he wasn't going to hurt you, he was nothing like your ex. He was completely different, he actually loved you.

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[greyfoxowo]

Am back with another drawing for Flufftober

Didn't do this style in a while but...

The prompt was "Fire & Ice" and well... idk who else would fit for this xd

[flyingwargle]

flufftober day 8 rainy day / freminet, lyney

the rain has been unpredictable lately. it rained overnight last week, stopped, then continuously for three days. just as it began to clear up, the clouds gathered once more, and a light shower descended onto the city.

freminet sits at the window. he enjoys watching the rain, especially how the townspeople carry on with their day, unobstructed. they aren’t unfamiliar with spontaneous changes in weather; after all, nature has always had a mind of its own. he rests his elbow on the windowsill and leans his cheek against his hand, comforted by the rhythmic pitter-patter.

although he and his mother lived beneath the city, she always seemed to know exactly when the weather turned. she would stop and glance upwards, sky blocked by layers upon layers of stone, and softly proclaim that it was raining. freminet was mystified, always seeking a way to see if she were right, but the opportunity never came, until the day she took him by the hand and led him aboveground, where a light drizzle accompanied their path to the house of the hearth.

she hadn’t said anything that day, aside from kissing him goodbye and vowing to return.

“whatcha up to, fremmy?”

he glances over his shoulder. lyney approaches, dressed down, plain without his makeup. his older brother always looks haunted, eyes eerily bright, as if accustomed to the spotlight rather than the dreary atmosphere. he doesn’t smile, keeps his expression neutral. it’s tiring to smile all the time.

“i’m just watching the rain.” freminet returns to the window, lyney peeking over him.

“again, huh? looks like something upset the hydro dragon.” lyney sighs. “i have to wait until it’s sunny again to practice my new trick. the rain has meddled with my schedule, so i had to do some work for father.”

“is that why lynette isn’t here?”

“no, she’s in our room, curled up. you know how cats are like on a rainy day.” lyney would never admit it, but he displays similar behavior. it’s just because of his restlessness that makes him seem otherwise.

freminet doesn’t comment. they return to the window. there’s not much happening, as one would expect on a wet occasion. as the silence stretches, he speaks up, words soft in a murmur. “did you know that the weather is tied to the archons?”

it’s a myth that his mother used to tell him. she would seat him on her lap, wrap her arms around him, speak in a low voice, as if her story was only for him. it was a secret that they shared, knowledge known by no one else. until now.

“this is the first that i’ve ever heard of this,” lyney remarks. “tell me.”

“a windstorm means that the anemo archon has been hurt in many ways. since wind comes in different directions, so can emotions, as well as conflict. it’s only when all has been resolved that the winds will calm down.” freminet remembers her words easily, although he can’t replicate her tone. he closes his eyes, imagines himself in their tiny one-room apartment, barely held together with rusted nails, the sound of leaking water in the background.

“earthquakes mean the geo archon is walking to confront a problem. he has been angered, and his ire vibrates with every footstep. when the earth is calm, so is he; but if the earth trembles, it is his opponent, shaking with fear, because they must suffer the wrath of the rock.

“when there’s thunder and lightning, it means that the electro archon is in combat. she needs both when fighting against her enemies – thunder to show that she’s coming, and lightning to show that she will show no mercy. that’s why it never strikes the same place twice.”

lyney looks amused. “i can’t imagine what kind of storm the dendro archon will whip up.”

“the dendro dragon can control when the leaves fall and regrow,” freminet answers. “it means that she’s getting rid of trouble and letting new life take their place.”

“fascinating. what about the hydro archon? we already know that rain represents the hydro dragon.”

“what if it has another meaning? what if rain means that the hydro archon is washing the pain of her people away?”

they’re silent. they know it’s not true – after all, they know the actual face of their archon. what if, in a past life, that it was? and now that burden has fallen onto the hydro dragon? their eyes meet, a spark of understanding shared between them. neither speak.

“it was snowing that night father rescued lynette.” lyney’s voice is barely a whisper. “if rain is to wash the pain away, snow is to create hardship and isolation. it might be pure, but it can be easily tainted.” freminet shivers. although it was raining when he last saw his mother, it was the middle of winter. it snowed that night.

what if the rain was to reassure his mother that he would be okay, but the snow solidified the life that he would lead?

“oh. it cleared up.”

freminet looks up at lyney’s monotone. sun peeks out through the clouds as they dissipate, uninvited guests to the party. umbrellas close, droplets fall into puddles, and adults circumvent them while children splash through the shallow depths. it’s business as usual.

lyney walks off, saying something about preparing to head out. freminet stands, looking out the window to watch the last cloud retreat, until all that’s left is a clear sky. hydro dragon, hydro dragon, don’t cry. his mother taught him the chant, told him to yell it to the sky whenever it rains. he didn’t have the chance, but perhaps that means the hydro dragon is strong enough to cease their tears on their own.

if rain washes the pain away, snow creates hardship and isolation, that means the sun leaves only perseverance. he walks in the light, leaving the shadows of the past behind.

[lexsssu]

Soft (Zhongli)

Flufftober Day 24

TAGS: Zhongli/Reader

As the former Geo Archon, he is stone manifest. The unyielding earth would rather turn brittle and break than turn soft and malleable no matter what tried to force its will upon him.

He will not be moved.

And yet…

That is all but a fragment of the not-so-distant past now. Of a hot-headed young god whose blood sang with each thrust of his mighty spear against a worthy foe. Of an archon who must stand firm as his weak, fragile people looked up to him for guidance and protection.

Liyue didn’t need a soft archon.

But Zhongli, Wangsheng Funeral Parlor’s consultant, was no archon.

“Tell me another story, please? I love hearing your voice.”

Your voice is barely above a whisper and contains no authority whatsoever, a mere plea if anything, but it is all he needs to acquiesce to your wishes.

If the ancient evils that had once faced Morax and Rex Lapis were alive today and saw how the unmoveable mountain bowed so low to a puny mortal woman, perhaps they’d have laughed themselves to death.

However, Zhongli is simply a man in love with you who occupied his heart and, right now, his arms and his bed.

“I’ll speak for as long as you want. My voice, my love, and my life are all for you, my heart of hearts.”

His keen ears pick up your thunderous heartbeat, and his skin detects the increase of warmth in your body as you present with him a gift much more precious than any jewel: your smile.

He is soft, but only for you.

[naiad-lagoon]

flufftober day 11 - sweet tooth

pairing: xiao/aether (can be read as platonic or romantic) word count: 622

“What is this?”

Aether has to suppress a smile. His arm is extended to give the small cone to Xiao, but currently the adeptus seems more interested in inspecting the offering. His gaze is rapt as he studies it for a moment, then he straightens and looks at Aether.

“It’s food,” Aether explains, “Not your usual almond tofu, but I think you might like this too. It’s called a snow cone.”

Xiao finally takes the cone, lifting it to look at it once more. “You said that snow is not real food.” He looks pointedly at the other. Aether’s mouth twists with amusement.

In his conversations with Xiao, he has learned to expect odd statements from the yaksha on occasion, often said absentmindedly. Every now and then, he would say something peculiar even compared to the other adepti.

— — — — — 

“Once the snow is thick enough, we can eat it.”

That had given Aether pause. For one, Xiao’s diet—to Aether’s knowledge—consisted of maybe two servings of almond tofu a week when he was feeling indulgent, so eating was a rare conversational topic between them. For another thing, snow?

“Xiao… snow isn’t food.”

“Oh.”

Xiao had paused for a moment, like he was considering something, before he appeared to shake off whatever was on his mind and they continued with their day.

— — — — — 

“It isn’t really snow, it’s shaved ice. It’s mostly water and syrup, so I think it’ll be easy for you to eat.”

Xiao still isn’t completely convinced. “Why is it… red?” His eyes flick up from inspecting the cone. “That is the syrup?” Aether nods, and at last Xiao takes the smallest bite he can, as he often does when trying new foods. He takes another, which Aether considers a resounding success.

“Good?”

Xiao hums. “It is acceptable.”

Definitely a success, then. Aether finally allows his grin to widen, and he takes a bite of his own snow cone.

They sit in silence for a while, simply enjoying their treats and each other’s company. It is quiet moments like this that Aether can always come back to while venturing in other nations, when the busyness of it all becomes a bit too much. He adds this to his list of tangible memories—physical things he can repeat to relive a moment, like how he picks flowers when he misses Lumine, or skips stones when he is feeling nostalgic. Now he has snow cones for when he is seeking a feeling of soft quiet. 

Warm smugness settles in his stomach as Xiao actually finishes off the snow cone—there was cause for celebration whenever he found something that Xiao not only tolerated, but actively enjoyed. “I knew you had a sweet tooth.”

“A… what?”

“A sweet tooth, it means you have a preference for sweets.”

Xiao’s brows draw together. “That is another nonsensical mortal phrase?”

Aether shrugs, finishing off his own treat. “I suppose. Would you want to try this again? I can bring you a different flavor next time.” This was something Aether already had in mind when he decided to bring Xiao a snow cone today in lieu of almond tofu. If he liked them, it could be a jumping off point for expanding the adeptus’s palate if he could be convinced to sample other flavors.

“That would be fine. You… are not obligated to bring me things though.” Xiao shifted, clearing his throat before continuing. “I do not mind your company without sweets.”

Impulsively, Aether bumps his shoulder to Xiao’s fondly, causing the adeptus to startle briefly at the unexpected contact. “I like figuring out things to bring you. Next time I think we can try a green apple flavor.” Who knows, maybe he can get Xiao on board with tart flavors too.

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Flufftober 2023 Other Fandoms

We had quite a few submissions from other fandoms and here they are.

Genshin Impact:

First Kiss by @cocrante

Rainy Day by @cocrante

Bed Sharing by @cocrante

Wednesday:

Can I Have This Dance? by @belvedia02

Picnic by @belvedia02

Campfire by @belvedia02

Stargazing by @belvedia02

Getting Caught in a Storm by @belvedia02

Rainy Day by @belvedia02

I Want to Take Care of You by @belvedia02

Chicken Soup by @belvedia02

Cozy Comforts by @belvedia02

Bed Sharing by @belvedia02

Hair Brushing by @belvedia02

Cooking Together by @belvedia02

Birthday Surprise by @belvedia02

Meet Cute by @belvedia02

Pretend Girlfriend for a day by @belvedia02

Hurt/Comfort by @belvedia02

Coffee Shop by @belvedia02

Let Me Make You a Cup of Tea by @belvedia02

You Don't Know Me, I Promise I'm Not a Creepy Stalker by @belvedia02

Do You Trust Me? by @belvedia02

Embarrassing Secret by @belvedia02

Love Letters by @belvedia02

Hand Holding by @belvedia02

Confession by @belvedia02

First Date by @belvedia02

First Kiss by @belvedia02

I Think I Love You by @belvedia02

Found Family by @belvedia02

Wedding by @belvedia02

Anniversary by @belvedia02

Puppies/Kittens by @belvedia02

[thesparklingwriter]

familial approval

"See, I told you he was perfect for her."

tags: pet names, Zhongli is very pure, soft Zhongli, fem!reader, Zhongli and reader are in a relationship, visiting the parents, Zhongli and reader's parents get along. just parents being parents

warning: there's no Amber i'm sorry

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If you’re honest—and you try your best to be—you aren’t very sure how your parents will react to you and Zhongli still being together. They were fine with him whenever they saw him, but they always seemed to have their doubts. They seemed to think your being together was some kind of fling that would just pass. You hope their minds have changed, because you really, really don’t want to argue with them about this now.

“Why the hesitation?” Zhongli asks. You glance between him and the door. Your parents know all about him. You gush about your trips to them in every letter you send. In fact, once they sent a letter back to you saying ‘That’s all great, but we want to know about you.’ But they hadn’t seen him, or you, in over three years. Life has been so busy that your and Zhongli’s schedules have never aligned well enough for you to visit your parents together.

But now it has. “Oh, just the usual—I don’t really want to hear the ‘Oh, you’ve gained weight!’ or the ‘You never come to visit your old parents!’ It’s kind of upsetting, you know?” You love your parents, you really do. But they’re also the reason that you live and work on the other side of Teyvat.

“That’s not a good enough reason to avoid them,” he sighs, kissing your head. “They’re your parents. I’m not saying that that fact alone means you’re obligated to grace them with your presence, but I implore you to…‘cut them some slack’, as you’d say.”

You hum to yourself lightly. “Alright, I hear you. I’m being stupid,” you sigh, knocking lightly on the door, in the hopes your parents don’t hear. Zhongli notices, and knocks the door harder for you when no one comes to open the door.

“Not stupid,” he smiles. “Just stubborn.”

You scowl at him, but he ignores you, pulling you sideways into a light hug. You feel like you’re at the door for an age, and as you open your mouth to complain, the door flies open.

“Yn? You’re here, finally,” Your dad grins, throwing the door open. “Come, come, let me look at you.” He embraces you excitedly and then pulls back to look at you. “You’ve grown so much. It’s been an age since I last saw you.”

“You’re so dramatic, papa. I sent you photographs.”

“Those were not nearly good enough,” He suddenly remembers that Zhongli is standing next to you, and greets him with the same enthusiasm he does you.

“I trust you’ve been taking good care of her,” your dad says conspiratorially, and Zhongli laughs.

“I’ve devoted every waking minute of my days to ensuring her happiness.” Even though his tone is playful, you know he’s being serious. He puts you first so often that sometimes you have to force him to take care of himself.

“I’m very glad. Don’t just stand out there, come in!” You follow your dad inside the house and he slams the door shut behind you. The house is almost the same as you remember it, but you notice that all the pictures you’ve sent your parents are hung up on the entry wall, mixed with ones of your youth. You smile, feeling slightly guilty for wanting to turn around and go back home. “Your mother is pretending she isn’t excited to see you. Ignore her until she comes to her senses.”

"yn's home! And she brought Zhongli!"

"Did she bring the dog?"

You look at Zhongli accusingly. You wanted to bring Amber along, but someone thought that it would be too unsafe, and arranged for her to stay at the shelter where you bought her for the weekend. 

"No," you reply timidly. "But I saw this coming, and I brought lots of pictures."

Your mother lets out an audible gasp of excitement before clearing her throat. "Alright, come on, let see it."

You smile and barrel into the living room, encasing your mother in a big hug, which she accepts gracefully. "It's lovely to see you, yn. But next time, bring a dog or a grandchild with you, alright?"

"Yeah, sure—wait, what?" You splutter. "Don't say stuff like that, ma!" you send a sideways glance at Zhongli, who you hope hasn't heard that part of your mother's greeting, but he looks back at you and smiles brightly. He definitely heard. 

"You're trying to tell me that in the three years you've been together, you've never—"

"This is weird!" You complain, walking out of the room. "I'm not discussing this with you, ma." As you storm off to the kitchen, you hear Zhongli chuckle.

"Has she always been such a prude?" He asks. Your mother laughs heartily, and you guess she's nodding.

Your father is in the kitchen, fussing over some cakes and boiling the kettle, and when he notices your arrival, he smiles brightly at you again. Seeing you in real life after so long is almost strange to him. You've grown so much since the last time he saw you, you've changed your hair and your style, but deep down, you're still the same. He heard Zhongli coaxing you to come into the house, and as much as he wanted to be upset that you had wanted to turn around and go home, he was glad that you had someone you could voice your concerns to. Someone who would listen to you, but also tell you the cold hard truth, without you getting uppity about it. He likes Zhongli for you, and he's glad you're happy. Even if it means he rarely ever sees you.

"yn, could you give me a hand with these?" You nod excitedly, ready to sneak a bite of your mum's tea cakes. 

"Depends, what do I gain from this?"

"We can halve one between us before we give them the rest," your dad whispers, and you agree, sent back to all the times you and your dad played little tricks like this when you were a kid.

When you and your dad re enter the living room, with one less cake than before and a pot of tea, you're surprised to see Zhongli and your mother chatting away happily. Your mother is notoriously hard to read, so in the previous visits, Zhongli navigated all conversations with her with a cautious kind of honesty, scared to make her dislike him. But none of that is there today.

"She's always been like that, ever since she was little. I think she secretly wanted to be a hairdresser. She sees long hair and pretty much foams at the mouth." your mother chuckles.

"We brought tea and cakes," you say, and they both look up at you excitedly.

"Not just any tea and cakes," your dad grins. "These are the family specialty, and some tea I bought from our grocers. She got them imported from Liyue, so I thought you might enjoy it, Zhongli. I've become a bit of a tea collector."

"Is that so?" Zhongli says thoughtfully. "If only I had known. I could have brought you some of my favourite blends."

"Is this one of your new hobbies, papa?" you ask, sinking into the sofa beside Zhongli with a cake in hand. He wraps an arm around you, mainly out of habit, and your parents share a look that practically screams: "Aren't they so cute?"

"Yes! I thought I should try something new to take up my time."

"Well, if you don't mind," Zhongli smiles. "I could add some of the teas I find to the letters yn sends you."

"That would be marvellous!" Your dad smiles. He nudges your mother playfully. "See, I told you he was perfect for her."