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Puddle jumping in the rain─☂︎⛆

Sypnosis: what’s more fun than splashing on some stray puddles?

Characters: Venti x gender neutral reader

Warnings: None.

Format: Drabble.

Genre: fluff.

Word count: 497

Resting on one of the highest branches of the giant oak tree- was a bard and his companion. Sharing thrilling tales and breezy stories, apple cider in hand to fight off the sultry heatwave that had crashed against mondstadt. Laughter echoed through the vast land that Windrise was. 

Until the gentle first droplets of rain dripped off the highest leaves. Soft methodic drumming of nature’s symphony replaced the cicadas. And dampness shrouded the dryness in the air. Pliant drizzles led by flurries of air carried the earthy and musky aroma of petrichor.

And then the sky teemed down. 

Lax showers turned into torrents, overrunning puddles claimed by frogs' as their abodes. And soon, you both simultaneously realized your predicament, hastily making your way down whilst avoiding tripping and slipping on the progressively soggier bark.

“For the record, the clouds didn’t show any sign of possible rain.” You grunted while climbing down the branch that acted as your perch and resting spot. 

“And yet here we are.” The bard mused, both of your apple ciders balanced in one hand while the other rested against the trunk. 

Light on his feet, Venti jumped off his respective branch and landed with a soft thud on the mushy ground, his free fall cushioned by gentle whirlwinds.

You followed suit, landing less elegantly beside him, “guess our little field trip will have to be cut short,” you dusted your hands off any bark that had stuck to your sweat-beaded skin.

Venti handed your respective cider and downed his in one go. Wiping his lips and puffing out his chest, “not to worry, your illustrious bard has an ingenious idea!” Venti proudly proclaimed with a grin.

You snickered, amused by his antics and ridiculous stance.

“Getting drunk in Master Diluc’s tavern is not a plausible one.” You crossed your arms over your chest.

“Suddenly, I don’t have any more ideas.” He hung his head in defeat.

A smirk tugged at your lips, an amused crinkle in your eyes. “Figured.”

“Hmmm,” he tapped a sole finger against his cheek.

Suddenly a lightbulb went off above his head, hitting his fist on his palm. “Oh, I got it! The weather isn’t that much of a nuisance. Why don’t we just play in the rain? 

You deadpanned at him. “But we’ll get even more wet.”

“But it’ll be fun.”

“We’ll catch a cold.”

“It’s Summer.”

What a persistent bard, always ready to retaliate with his glib-tongued responses. You pinched the bridge of your nose, carefully considering his proposition. Well, he is right; it would be fun.

You sighed, finally looking at him. “It is really pointless arguing with you.” You chuckled.

“Ehe.” He looked so proud of himself, complacency written all over his face.

He grabbed hold of your hand, dragging you towards the rain curtain. “Let’s go! The puddles are ready and willing to be jumped on!” 

You mentally prepared yourself for the downpour you were about to experience. 

But hey, it was actually fun.

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Hello hello! 

It’s been a very long time since I’ve been active on this blog, and I want to change that. But unfortunately, I’m not sure what to write. So, why not hit two birds with one stone and open requests?

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Come, walk with me❁ཻུ۪۪

Sypnosis: A warm cup of tea after a cold, snowy day sounds like a lovely idea. In which you and Zhongli wander through the harbor and share stories over tea.

Characters: Zhongli x gender neutral reader

Warnings: Spoiler warning for Zhongli’s backstory.

Format: Drabble.

Genre: fluff.

Word count: 705

Petals of frost and ice fell from the sky in perfect harmony over the landscape. The usual commotion of the harbor silenced by a coat of pristine and pure snow. A tranquility worthy of fairy tales only to be disturbed by the crunching of footsteps and the screams of gleeful children. A wandering couple walked through the harbor, enjoying the snowy scenery. 

With your two hands clasped around his arm, you relished in his presence and archaic aura. The both of you strolled through the harbor, no particular destination in mind. 

 “Isn’t it lovely? I have never seen Liyue snowed over. It’s like a one in a million chance!” You remarked, mesmerized by the purity of the spectacle.

“Indeed. This is a rare occurrence. In the millennia I have served these lands, naught in this wise had befallen before, not with such severity." He paused, and he too examined the scene. "An unequivocal demonstration of the beauty of nature. It works in enigmatic ways, such humans can't even begin to fathom. Truly magnificent." He concluded.

You smiled at his words, very profound.

It hadn't been a surprise when he revealed to you he was the Geo Archon, God of contracts and protector of Liyue Harbor. He behaved in a way no human or mortal did. Zhongli was ethereal and elegant. Executing any task with grace and refined skill, as transcendence was written in his every action. 

A connoisseur and master of every element, he has expertise in all aptitudes. It can be attributed to being one of the eldest of the Seven, having lived for many centuries. And to his impeccable memory, capable of remembering a historical event down to the last detail. 

Truly a man well versed in all forms.

He extended a hand, catching the accelerating and thickening flakes. He rubbed his fingers, feeling the moisture seeping through his gloves, his serenity never disturbed by the cold sensation. 

“Hm. Though it seems it’s starting to snow more vigorously. Based on the condition of the climate and the forthcoming gray clouds, it's only going to worsen." Zhongli turned his head to look at you. "It’d be wise if we head home, as we don’t want you catching a cold.” He stated.

You looked up, inspecting the clouded sky. "Yeah, you're right. Best get home quickly before we're caught in the snowstorm." An expression of disappointment crossed your features. "A bother. I really wanted to stay out a bit more, take in the scene before it melts away." You sighed, a bit disappointed.

He was already guiding the two of you the way back to your shared home. His hand made its way to the small of your back, gently pushing you to walk along.

"For that, you needn't worry. I'm certain the snow will bide before it ultimately melts and returns to the flow of water." 

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Even sheltered in your warm home, the chill that managed to settle in your bones had not left. And Zhongli, being the caring and considerate person he is. Offered to brew tea to mellow the cold.

"Is the tea up to your liking? I tried to adjust it based upon your preferences, though I wasn't sure if you are more partial to this brew or an alternative." 

You blew on your tea before taking a tentative sip. You raised your eyebrows, a fruity taste flooded your tastebuds with a hint of something akin to a floral savor. You could already feel the lukewarmness seep through your core.

"Mm, you always excel in making tea." 

"Haha, I just have experience." He sat on the couch next to you, a porcelain cup of his own in his hand.

"What is the tea called again?" You asked, raising the cup to your lips.

"It's Oolong tea. It's notorious for having high oxidation levels. It is also particular for its medicinal properties."

You listened to him drone on about the different properties and variations the tea has. Nodding your head, asking questions about the subject, and engaging in whatever he had to say. Meanwhile, the storm raged outside but was not capable of disturbing the calm ambiance inside your abode. 

It was just you, Zhongli, and a warm cup of tea.

The shame.

It seems I’ve made a habit of posting once a month and then leaving huh?

This was supposed to be my Christmas drabble, but motivation left and this was overdue. And since I don’t have the energy to write the other drabbles I’ll just post this one instead of leaving it in my drafts.

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I want to write but my brain doesn’t </3

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Warm Nights❁ཻུ۪۪

Sypnosis: Moments spent with the people close to us are the ones we cherish the most. In which you and Diluc enjoy the night together and relax.

Characters: Diluc x gender neutral reader

Warnings: None.

Format: Drabble.

Genre: fluff.

Word count: 372

He was warm.

That is what your drowsy mind had concluded.

He was like a warm embrace during a cold, lonely night; or a burning fire attracting cold souls to its tepidity. Bodies pressed closed together, soaking up the warmth Diluc somehow naturally emitted (you contributed it to his pyro vision).

It felt nice.

After an arduous day of continuous work with no time to catch your breath, being able to unwind and enjoy leisure time before blowing out the candle and sailing for the land of dreams was an authentic blessing, one that you will use to the fullest. And, of course, spend it with the one you share your life with.

Diluc held a heavy book with yellowed pages, a sign of its years of bearing wisdom to be shared with its reader. An antique, if you will, one that belonged to his late father, that he told you. Resting your head on his shoulder, you heard him recount the tales that the book held; wondrous worlds and thrilling adventures at the turn of every page. The words spilled from his lips with familiarity and palliness.

It was a nice bonding moment, but the longer he read, the harder it was to fight off the sleepiness that started to clog your mind.

He felt the increasing but hesitant pressure on his shoulders. And the subtle lolls and jolts of your head sporadically. He ceased with his narration, the room now having a misplaced quietness; it felt oddly vacant without the unvarying drone of his voice. It earned a confused but slurred hum from you.

"It's been a long day. You can rest now. I will be here if you require me." He murmured, his lips pressing a gentle kiss on your temple.

You weakly nodded against his shoulder, too fatigued to give a verbal response. You just hoped that he discerned the underlying gratefulness and adoration you tried to convey. In due course and with Diluc's assurance, you felt sleep fog your consciousness, stripping you from any resolve to resist its enticing temptation. And you went out like a light, lulled by the murmur of diluc's temperate voice and the occasional turn of a page.

You slept soundly that night.

Haha inconsistent writing style go brrr

Hello hello! Merry late Christmas! Hope you had a good festive day. And if you don’t celebrate Christmas, hope you had a nice day too.

Alright, this one is very short, I’ll admit that. But at least the next work that I'll publish (hopefully soon) is gonna be, by far, longer than this one.

But being honest, this drabble lacks in everything. I should really step up my game and actually write something good and worthwhile lmao

Alas, you can’t write them all perfectly.

Ok I’m going to leave now. See you in the next one!

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An update

AAAA hi hi

I know I’ve been absent... for a while now. And I don’t really have an excuse, I just felt unmotivated to write anything lol

But, I want to revive the blog. Pump out some works, spend time on the blog, just maintenance stuff. 

So I will try to publish a drabble today. And in the upcoming days, release the big fic I have been working on. That is my very frail and unstable writing schedule, better than nothing I guess

See you (hopefully) soon in my next work

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Ghost in the Garden❁ཻུ۪۪

Sypnosis: In our most vulnerable moments, reality makes us remember who we have lost. In which Diluc sees you and grieves.

Characters: Diluc x gender neutral reader

Warnings: Major character death.

Format: drabble.

Genre: Angst.

Word count: 459

He saw you.

Wreathed by air and light, diaphanous and translucent. Draped in haze and blur.

But still you.

Twirling between vineyards, with the grace of the stars, youthful and uncaring.

How much Diluc wished he could see you one more time. See your perfect smile, your radiant eyes, and your welcoming embrace. Be able to feel you, solid in reality and not as memory in mind. But when given the possibility to make it come true, you hesitate. Alas, you have to understand a wish for what it is; a desire, not practical nor factual.

And yet, seeing you there, for what looked so real and natural. It felt like being drenched in cold water, feeling breathless, the roots of the world enmeshing his legs. And he couldn't do anything but stare, frantic and apprehensive. Be a blink, and you'd disappear.

Ceasing your dance, you stopped in front of a particular lush grapevine. You crouched down, staining your white gown, hands hovering over the cluster of ripe grapes, a smile flourished on your lips, delighted by that year's harvest. Thus far, too focused or too unconcerned, you didn't see him.

Your eyes diverted towards him, no, not him, through him. It made him wonder if he was the illusion? Desperation and insomnia induced hallucination of the love that was ripped from him. A man hardened by years of loss and grief finally lost it to the person who took his heart with them to the afterlife.

Your eyes crinkled at the corners, directing an earnest smile... to him? Could you maybe see him? Was he wrong, and you actually saw him? A beam of hope sparked in his chest, spreading through his entire being. It entangled and burned him- like his flames that burned bright and destroyed with famine, enkindling all possible reasoning and logic.

Standing up, you went to him, gown swiveling in harmony with the zephyr. At first, what was a leisure step mounted up to a jog. And in a heartbeat, you were running towards him, laughing wholeheartedly.

Reaching his arms in reflex, when he made contact with your gelid skin, you faced through, disappearing into threads of mist and a gust of air. He wanted to feel you. He couldn't. Not when you were still air and a memory slipping between his fingers like sand.

He fell to his knees, the weight of reality too heavy to bear. It dawned on him, you really weren't coming back. Be a product of his mind, a mirage so sincere, you were gone. He leaned over to veil the vulnerability he displayed for all of Mondsadt to witness. And when the bell tolled, and the world fell silent, he wept.

For a bygone future and lover's tragedy.

Guess who’s back? Back again. Me with my tomfoolery.

Hello! I return and I return with angst. 

Kinda to honor spooky season, but also I am planning to write a halloween-y Childe drabble and maybe a Kaeya one too.

But anyway, this drabble is not very proofread and there will probably be inconsistencies, but I’ll fix them tomorrow, I’m tired lmao.

Again inbox is open and it is encouraged to send stuff!

See you later!

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I just discovered this amazing og, ill be watching ur career with great interest

Thank you for accompanying me on this journey I'll try not to disappoint

And nonnie you're the amazing one here

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Writing be so fine then boom characterization.

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Show Me How to Love❁ཻུ۪۪

Sypnosis: Love can be expressed in a wide variety of ways; some hold hands, some whisper sweet nothings, and others just enjoy the presence of their loved ones. What are the genshin characters’ love languages.

Characters: Venti, Diluc and, Kaeya x gender neutral reader

Warnings: Teensy-weensy bit of Diluc, Kaeya, and Venti’s backstory spoilers.

Format: Bulleted heacanons, quote, and drabble.

Genre: Fluff.

Word count: 2,024

║ Venti ➽ Physical Touch

Venti expresses his love through the act of touching- the close proximity between people just enthralls him.

Freedom flows in his veins, but sometimes he needs to be brought from his own world so a brush of fingers or even an embrace, closeness grounds him.

Even if he can write the most moving of ballads that can move your entire being or the sweetest rhymes in an ode, nothing can compare to the intimacy in the gentle hold of someone.

But in all the centuries he has lived through, countless people he has met in his lifetime, Venti hasn’t felt the same bond he used to have with his dear old friend, that was until he met you.

At the beginning of your relationship, it was fleeting moments, a brush of hands, shoulders near touching, lingering fingers when passing an object, one could miss it if you didn’t pay attention, but for him, it was enough at the moment.

Sometimes he had to restrain himself from smothering you with affection. Not knowing your boundaries, he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. He wanted this connection to perdure, so he refrained from taking more than what was given.

However, the day you initiated the contact before him, he felt as if he was higher than the stars. It was a simple handhold just so you could guide him to whatever thing you had found interesting enough to share, but for him, he felt a warm sensation bloom in his chest.

Venti is bold. To put it simply, he isn’t one to shy away from a situation or an opportunity, and when you started holding his hand more often, he took it as an initiative to take it a step further.

Sudden surprise hugs when he greeted you in the morning, throwing an arm around you when he felt like you were too far away, light touches converted into full displays of affection.

It’s what makes Venti feel safe; it’s a reminder that you are there with a simple touch; just that is enough to make the absentee archon at ease. 

Besides, being in contact with someone has more kick than the taste of wine or the burning sensation of alcohol.

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“Ah, the placid feeling of a lover’s embrace, quite the best remedy for when in low spirits, hehe!”

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A gentle breeze blew, carrying a soft tune through the empty streets of the city of freedom. A bard clad in green sang from the hands of an old statue, not caring for who could be listening. The song carried by the wind acted as your guide, leading you to the owner of the angelic voice.

And so, you arrived at the feet of the statue, built to homage the God who protected the lands. The very same God who was resting at the top. Climbing up the structure was no easy feat. One misstep and, you could slip and tumble down to your possible demise, but the process was familiar to you, being able to do it even with your eyes closed.

When you reached your destination, you carefully approached the figure, trying no to disrupt his ditty. With cautious steps, you gently sat next to the bard, the latter basking in the proximity.

“Good to see you here, (name); have you come to hear this bard’s old songs?” He ceased singing, addressing you with a glance.

“Hello to you too, and yes, I wouldn’t mind hearing you sing again.” You smiled at him, interlocking your fingers with his.

His eyelids dropped, mischief was written all over his face, "Well, I could continue, at the right price, of course."

You deadpanned at him.

“I’m kidding! I could never charge you- being my muse is enough payment.” Any trace of puckishness disappeared, replaced by sincerity.

“You better.” You muttered, a small smile playing on your lips.

He looked into the distance and resumed his tune, shedding all cares he had from the world. The setting sun's light embraced him, giving him an ethereal glow. Smiling to yourself, you laid your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes. 

You two could stay there forever, enjoying the company and free of any worry or hardship. 

Yeah, you could get accustomed to this.

║ Diluc ➽ Acts of Service & Quality Time

Diluc is a true gentleman at heart. Growing up in a refined and sophisticated environment, he was taught etiquette and manners. Still, it’s an add-on to his already doting and mannerly disposition.

He shows his appreciation by giving you a helping hand through small, gentlemanly actions. Opening doors when you enter a building; when it’s raining, and none of you have an umbrella, use his coat to cover you from the droplets, escorting you home when after dark; if it’s in his ability to bestow it upon you, he will do it in a heartbeat.

He is aware of his surroundings, being a very observant person, I mean. It comes with the job. So when he notices you need help, he’s right there to your aid, whether you want it or not. Of course, he’s aware you’re more than capable of handling yourself, but it leaves a sour taste in his mouth if he doesn’t make your every day a little bit easier.

Another way he shows his care and love for you is by spending time with you. Even with his packed to the brim schedule, he will make some time for you- always. 

What he enjoys the most doing with you is playing chess. Whether you’re good or bad, it doesn’t matter to him as long as he gets to see your face scrunch up in concentration, pondering your next move.

Diluc cherishes all moments spent with you, living them as if they were the last. He fears one day you will be ripped from him like his late father. You were the first one in a long time to tear down all the walls he had built to protect himself from any intimate relationship he might develop. He can’t bring himself to mourn for another loved one if you were to disappear one day. But you’re always there to reassure him you’re not going anyway, and that calms the inner turmoil and anxiety that nags at him when given the opportunity.

Even during the darkest of nights when the ghosts of his past haunt him, your presence alone is enough to drive away any haunting and dispel all negative thoughts.

And that is enough for him, just spending time with you. 

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“Spending time with you is quite the delight, so if you don’t mind me asking. Would it be in your interest to come by the winery tomorrow to play another round of chess? Oh, it’s your move now, by the way.”

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The sun’s rays peeked through the windows encasing the room in a golden glow. Soft movements brush against your hair. Nuzzling closer to the warm sensation on your head, it makes the culprit chuckle. Prying a sleepy eye open. Your gaze is greeted with a sight that makes your heart soar. Diluc lied before you with traces of sleep lingering in his face, propped on an elbow with fire weaved hair spread all over the pillows. He flashes you a smile only reserved for these occasions. 

“Good morning, dear. Have you slept well?” He asked, continuing to run his free hand through your hair.

You hummed in agreement, scooting closer to his body, basking in the warmth he radiates.

“Do you have to leave for work?” You asked, your voice muffled by the bedsheets.

He sighed, dropping his head back on the pillow. He stopped with his pettings, making you frown.

 “No, at least, not yet. I have half an hour to spare.”

“Good, we can spend it in bed,” you replied, drowsiness laced in your tone. Sleep was beckoning to join it again.

“Guess we can rest for a bit.” He agreed.

“Love you, Luc.” You mutter before joining unconsciousness once again.

He kissed the top of your head, settling himself closer to you; he threw an arm over you. 

“I love you, too.”

And he too joined you in the land of dreams, where time stopped, and no one except you too existed. Lazing with you on an early Sunday morning, where sweet words are interchanged with loving touches. Gazing into each other's eyes with nothing but adoration. 

It was Diluc’s definition of a perfect morning. 

Even if it wasn’t productively spent, he could allow himself a few breaks here and there.

║ Kaeya ➽ Words of Affirmation

Two words used to describe kaeya would be a smooth talker.

He knows how to please people, telling them exactly just what they want to hear. Or even disarming the most steel-willed fellows with his charming wit, divulging all secrets he can use to his advantage. Such was the way of Kaeya, people playing right in his hands. Honeyed words and, you’d let your guard down as fast as dandelion seeds are blown by the wind.

But not you. 

You saw right through his lies, through his charade. And you weren’t gonna let yourself be easily persuaded by his smooth-talking to do his bidding.

And since then, he took a liking to you. If sugar coating wasn’t gonna work for you, maybe a different approach would be more adequate.

Random compliments when passing by, encouraging little messages left by your desk along with a lush bouquet of cecilias signed with elegant cursive letters, offering to lend an ear and solace if anything is troubling you. 

You found it weird and sometimes even overwhelming by the uncalled praise.

Weeks stretched into months and, you found yourself enjoying his little gestures, how he found different, creative ways to adulate in sultry ways. 

Maybe he wasn’t that bad?

So, you started responding to his flattery with your own. He comments on you being particularly dashing that day, you reply, stating he looks stylish in his new uniform.

That took him off guard, but he quickly recovered with double the confidence. And if the chance is presented to ask you out on a date, then  he will gladly seize it.

After all, you won’t know if it was worth it unless you shoot your shot.

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“Oh? But I’m merely speaking the truth. After all, I could never lie to you; nothing escapes your keen mind, a very praiseworthy trait, no?”

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Time seemed to stop the moment you uttered those words back at him. For the first time in a long time, he appeared to be at a loss for words. An expression of pleasant surprise crosses his features. But Kaeya is quick to act and erase all traces of shock with a sly and coquettish smirk. His eyes twinkled with newfound interest and amusement.

“If I didn't know any better, you just replied to my compliment with one of your own. Is this the day the world stops spinning?” He asked with a tease in his words, a way to provoke you.

“Haha, very funny, shut up before you make me regret ever singing your praises.” You bite back, ignoring the fluttering sensation in your chest.

He laughed, “Message received loud and clear, boss. But now that we seem to be on the same page? Care to accompany me for a drink? I know just the place.” 

You contemplated his offer.

On one hand, you could give him a chance and see how he acts upon it; maybe he might even surprise the both of you. On the other, there could be an ulterior move, a way to lead you right into his game you were trying not to partake in. In the end, you reached a verdict. 

“Hm, sure, why not. I’m free after 7.” 

His smirk grew, “Then it’s a date. I’d say doll up, but you always look impeccable, so it would be a waste of air. See you in a while, sweetheart.” With a slick wave, he returned to his duties smoothly, leaving you in the hall, trying to conceal the flustered mess he had left you.

At the end of the day, you might even have fun on his self-proclaimed date. 

Ngl the genshin soundtrack hits hard when you're writing at 1 am.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, first post let 's gooooo. Honestly, this is just a jumbled mess as I just stared at a document and word vomited. But hey, I got it done in three days so bite me.

Still, Diluc’s segment feels a little ooc? I don’t like how I expressed and characterized him in this one. Same for Kaeya, feel like I speedran an enemies to lovers. I guess the quotes are nice though.

But nevermind that, part 2 will be coming soon! So stick around for that.

All that aside, this is an open invitation for you to send requests because I am in dire need of ideas pleasE.

See you later, or not, who knows.

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❝cacoethes scribendi. ❞

Characters I write for❁ཻུ۪۪ 

⣿ More to be added in the future. 

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Liyue❁ཻུ۪۪ 

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Snezhnaya❁ཻུ۪۪ 

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Ⅰ. Explicit NSFW.

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Ⅲ. Adult/Minor.

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Ⅴ. Yandere.

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Ⅺ. Omegaverse.

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✧Diluc

┆Show me how to love - their love languages.

┆Ghost in the garden - Angst drabble.

┆Warm Nights - Fluff drabble.

✧Jean

✧Kaeya

┆Show me how to love - their love languages.

✧Lisa

✧Venti

┆Puddle jumping in the rain - Fluff drabble.

┆Show me how to love - their love languages.

Liyue❁ཻུ۪۪ 

✧Beidou

✧Xiao

✧Zhongli

┆Come, walk with me - Fluff drabble.

✧Ninnguang

✧Ganyu

✧Keqing

Snezhnaya❁ཻུ۪۪ 

✧Tartaglia

Inazuma❁ཻུ۪۪ 

✧Kazuha

✧Thoma

✧Ei

✧Ayato

✧Yoimiya

✧Yae miko