#albedo x gn reader

[i23kazu]

♡ TO BE LOVED BY

characters. albedo zhongli diluc alhaitham x gn!reader genre. romantic fluff + hurt/comfort. 1.6k words. an. part 1 , part 2 coming soon!!!! | to be loved by genshin men who appreciate art forms – where their favourite piece of art is you. ; reader is insecure + has low self esteem, and the men help them think otherwise. | please reblog!! im getting back into writing and reblogs with tags and comments will make me want to write more :D

the painter

to be loved by albedo, the painter — people realise that the faces that he paints every day seem to resemble one person and one person alone. the high cheekbones, the crooked smile, the monolids — its either the artist has a case of the same face syndrome, or there is only one source of inspiration for him . . .

albedo sits by his artistry room, the window tinting golden light that shines onto your features. it highlights parts of you that you dislike, you argue, but he tenderly kisses each spot that brings you distaste. if you cannot love yourself, then let him love you extra. if you cannot see yourself the way he looks at you – with all the love and admiration and sweet infatuation in the world – then let him paint you in the way he so lovingly sees you so.

he motions for you to tilt to your left with a flick of his finger, not looking up from the blended paints on his wooden palette. you freeze – you don’t want to make him unhappy by not complying but complying also means seeing the ugliness of you. you don’t want him to see you ugly.

“i don’t like that side of me,” you whisper blankly. “it doesn’t make me look good.”

it is at these few words that albedo looks up from his painting.

“you are beautiful.”

he says the three words so matter-of-factly that you wonder if he even means it at all. they are so quick to fall out of his mouth – does he love you too little to properly regard them so, or does he love you so much that it requires no hesitation on his end to reassure you?

“albedo, thank you, but i am not-”

“you are so beautiful, my love,” albedo repeats. “and it pains me so because you don’t seem to believe it for yourself.”

“i am not-” you blink back salty tears.

“do my words hold no weight to you?” he asks, not unkindly. there’s an awkward stare that the both of you share before he lets a soft sigh part his lips, and he gathers you in his arms.

you look at him tiredly. this was not the battle you wanted to fight today, you think to yourself.

“i am beautiful.” you repeat after him. maybe, just maybe – if you say it enough, you can believe it just as wholeheartedly as albedo believes so. you can see the corners of his lips turn upwards into a soft smile – your lover smooths back your hair, planting a sweet kiss in the middle of your forehead.

“i love you, my muse. it’s alright if you don’t believe it just yet. you’ll have me to remind you that you are beautiful, every day.”

the poet

to be loved by zhongli, the poet — the words he spins materialises out of his infatuation for you. at first glance, the words seem so bombastic – so huge, so big, that they don’t make any sense. but they are beautiful; his words are so sweet and lovely, endless love poems addressed to the one person he has fallen harder and harder for every single day. you.

“are you sure that’s a real word?” you laugh lightly, peering over his shoulder to glance at the newest word on his yellowed paper. eudaimonia, you read curiously.

“my dear, i would assume so,” he replies, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “i believe it means for a person to be of a flourishing, happy state. the thesaurus that tartaglia had obtained for me says so, but if you think otherwise, we can most certainly track down the author to contest that.”

“i trust the author.” you giggle.

“as do i.” zhongli presses a kiss to your forehead, and turns back to his pen.

you watch as he strings together sentences – sentences so lovely, you could never have ever imagined them to be about you. he describes the slight smile on your face when you reread one of your favourite books, or the fact that your laugh has two sounds – one like the tinkling of wind chimes, the other a boisterous, unbridled roar. his pen greets the paper once again, and you hear the gentle scratching of the tip against the sheet.

you are the reason i am able to rest at home with eudaimonia – my pillar, my rock, my lifeline.

“that’s beautiful. your writing is lovely as always.” you whisper, wrapping your arms tenderly around him from behind. he leans into the warmth of your touch, sweetly, lovingly, falling into your embrace.

“well, my dear – it would only make sense for my words to reflect the most pleasing of things to me.”

the photographer

to be loved by diluc, the photographer — you are his model, day and night. he carries his camera when he can, and needless to say . . . more than three quarters of his camera roll is filled with pictures of you. they’re not perfect pictures, but they’re beautiful to him. and that is the only thing he cares about.

”diluc, don’t! i don’t look nice here.” you giggle as he, in a rare bout of unbridled playfulness, pretends to be your personal paparazzi.

“you look good in every photo, my love.” he chuckles, and runs you through the most recent photos he took.

it’s blurry. your cheeks look huge. your chin… “you look good” – was diluc blind, or lying?

you tighten your smile and turn back to your work, waving away thoughts that turn into jealous green monsters over others who would look good in his camera, no matter how imperfect their pose was.

“hey,” diluc sees the frown on your face. “i mean it. you look wonderful.”

“how?” you blink back frustrated tears.

“diluc, open your eyes. my eyes are uneven in this one. my cheeks look like a chipmunk’s. my chin.. i don’t even want to think about my chin. i don’t look good at all, diluc.”

he stays quiet for a moment, and you wonder if that was the right thing to say at all. maybe just keep quiet next time, (y/n). don’t insult his work – your insecurities are yours to hold alone, right? he tucks your hair away from your eyes and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“i urge you – look again, (y/n).”

“you didn’t edit anything, diluc.”

diluc thumbs away a stray tear as he cups your face – a betrayal to your plea to your body to keep quiet. just keep quiet, (y/n). your lover takes your shoulders and sits you down gently, kneeling next to you, camera in hand.

“you don’t look good, you say? interesting.” diluc has a placid smile on his face as he runs through his camera roll again – you are afraid of angering him, of doubting his craft – but how can you see those pictures and be immediately satisfied with what they are?

“why don’t you believe me? i’m the one who sees it.” you reply indignantly.

“i don’t believe so, not at all. you see it, but i see that you are smiling in each and every one of them, my love. you are happy and you are beautiful, my sun. undoubtedly so – for that is what the camera captures. is that not what matters the most?”

the writer

to be loved by alhaitham, the writer — people often wonder who sparks these passionate feelings of infatuation in his writing; all they need to look at is the person he leaves his gaze to linger on for a little while longer. his smile seems to brighten a little when he’s talking with you . . .

he describes a love scene so tenderly. a man and his partner, dancing in the stillness of a living room in the witching hours of the night – sweet, loving words fall clumsily out of the man’s mouth – it’s obvious he’s infatuated with his partner. two words, my angel, stands out in the manuscript you read.

“hayi, why do you never call me your angel? ever?” you ask, a slight pout on your face.

“because you are not a metaphor for me to use,” he counters, not unkindly. “you are not someone who i want to compare a mere object to.”

you see the slight disappointment in his face, and you hate yourself for it.

“maybe being compared to something would be better.” you reply softly.

“you are so much more than that,” he cradles your face in his palm, so gently it hurts.

you don’t deserve this gentleness, do you?

“who am i to take that away from you?”

the silence that follows seems louder than anything else you have ever heard. he sighs softly, not with frustration, but with a tenderness that only alhaitham can muster. he gathers you in his arms – he is so, so much bigger and taller than you – he never wants to crush you. never with his anger, nor his fear, or his hurt or his sadness.

“i’m sorry for always asking that. i don’t want to be annoying.” you murmur, blinking away tears.

“you will never be annoying to me, (y/n).” he exhales.

another quiet moment is shared between the two of you – it’s healing. the silence seems to nod to a shared understanding of a love that need not be said.

“i love you, (y/n), most magnificently so. and if it would take a lifetime for you to remember that, i would like to ask for a chance to spend that lifetime with you,” he whispers these words with a quiet fierceness, burying his face into the crook of your shoulder.

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[yrbladie]

♡ ﾟ˖ ॱ ▎THE WAY THEY HOLD YOU IN THEIR HEART PT1ㅤ𝅄 🌿 ꒱

˖ ࣪ kaeya, neuvillette, childe, albedo, diluc

warnings ：established relationship, fluff, implied marriage, gn! reader, reader is called pretty tho (kaeya) so if this word carries feminine feelings for u be warned, just a tad bit suggestive at the end with neuvillette, mentions of aging (neuvi), implied long hair (albedo) and reader is also called a 'muse', I'm not fluent in english so I don't know if this word carries any feminine connotations, but it's warned anyway, implied reader wanting kids in the future kinda (diluc), if they're ooc I'm sorry, non fluent writer

ㅤWhen people look at Kaeya, they see his charming smile and the misleading way he conducts himself, like a well played play no one has the guts to call him out of.

ㅤWhat you see, instead, is a gentle man with the softest of hearts. The one who stays up just a little bit later after you sleep, so that he can look at you, admire you. The one who caresses your face with such tenderness that makes you wonder if he thinks you'll disappear if he were to touch you in the slightest wrong way.

ㅤYou see the way his smile drops the second he walks into your house after a tiring day. The way he sighs deeply. Sights that are only reserved to you, because he trusts you more than anything.

ㅤThe Kaeya you see outside of your shared home, his provoking grin and convinced looks, is also the same one who lays in bed with you in a night without stars, his head on your chest while he quietly listens to your heartbeat. His hand in yours like he wants to make sure you're still there with him. That you're not leaving.

ㅤAnd you tell him, "I love you" and you'll see the way his eye softens while he kisses your forehead. He doesn't say back, but you know he also loves you, for no words are needed for it.

ㅤYou know, from the way he talks about you and your achievements in the bar, when he had a little bit too much to drink. Who looks back at you when you come to get him home, and smiles like he's just seen the sun for the first time after a long while.

ㅤThe same Kaeya that tells you "How lucky I am to have snatched someone as pretty as you.", and also who blushes so hard when you tell him the same.

ㅤThe Kaeya that follows you during your dances and singing, even though he says he doesn't like the songs. This Kaeya, and the one that he shows to everyone else are the same. And you love all of him.

ㅤHis nightmares pierce your heart painfully and his dreams are also yours. His touch that lingers in your skin even after he's already left for work and you're far away from each other. His voice and laugh stays in your ears, making you think of him for the entire day.

ㅤAnd you know that for him it is also the same, from the way he always hugs you so tight after he finishes his work or when he has a break and finds you on the street.

ㅤYou're not scared of the shadows of his secrets, and you'll never be. You don't want him to be perfect, you just want him.

ㅤAnd Kaeya also wants you too. He wants you to be the one that everyday he'll come home to, the one he can share all his pain, happiness, sadness, his success and also his frustrations. He doesn't want only the good, he wants everything that comes with it, with you.

ㅤYou love him, and he loves you too.

ㅤNeuvillette loves you so deeply he starts to wonder if it truly is okay with that. If you are truly okay with it, with the intensity of his love for you. Because not even he knows to which lengths he'll go just to have you by his side for a second longer.

ㅤHe wants you to show him all there is about love, and about this life. Share your pain and laughter with him and he'll share his with you. He wants you to know that it's okay, that things get better with time and care.

ㅤEvery day he learns something new about feelings and humanity, but mostly about love. Seeing you smile over silly things, crying over having to leave a cute little bunny go back to the wilderness. Watching your back while you guide him through the streets while rambling about your favorite book or about a new play you heard about. And caressing your hands while you both drink tea in his office and listening to your giggle when he says he still prefers water.

ㅤNeuvillette never knew you could fall in love with the same person multiple times a day, but he does. No matter how much time passes, his heart still beats out of his chest whenever he catches wind of your perfume and the idea of having you by his side still makes his hands sweat.

ㅤYou gave him a purpose, taught him what loving meant under the surface. And Neuvillette felt like he would never learn enough. The judge knew you would change slowly by the years, but he hoped you would never fret over the lines of your smile, he loves it all the same. It just shows how much happiness he has brought you.

ㅤNo matter how long time goes by, how much your face changes, he'll always know your soul. And he could love it anyways, anywhere, anytime.

ㅤHe will always recognize you and will never forget about how it feels to be loved by you.

ㅤSo if you'll have him, allow him to love you for the rest of your life. Allow him to love you until even after all the stars in the night sky die, until eternity doesn't taste the same anymore, and all he can sense in the water are the memories of you.

ㅤAllow him to love you until all his dreams and fondest memories are of you. Until the only touch that'll matter are the ones that comes from your fingers.

ㅤUntil the time he has finally traced every little part of your body and has kissed every single freckle you have. Until he has kissed your lips more than a million times and knows he would do it a million times more.

ㅤFor all the eternity he could have, the forever he saw in your eyes was his favorite.

ㅤHis hands shake when he thinks about you. He'll sit and wonder if you're well and healthy, if you already had dinner or if you're still waiting for him back home.

ㅤHis heart races when he remembers each of your smiles. All the specific upturns of your lips that makes him want to kiss your breath away.

ㅤAnd he gets impatient to go back to your arms when he remembers the way you tried to hold onto his sleeve and asked him for one more minute in bed. He wished— he should've— have stayed.

ㅤBut he knows he can't always be glued to your side. Maybe you'll even hate him if he does.

ㅤSo he makes sure to spend every hour of his day to keep you safe, it doesn't matter if it keeps him from his work. He may love his job, but he loves you much more.

ㅤHis lackeys are so tired everyday to have to sit through his ramblings about you and they dread the moment he chooses some of them to guard you. Don't get them wrong, they agree that you're definitely a lovely person and that you're always gentle with them despite the reputation the Fatui have, but the one they can't stand is Tartaglia.

ㅤHe's an absolute menace if he gets even a whisper of you getting hurt under the watch of one of them. It may have been only a scratch on the knee, it doesn't matter.

ㅤChilde can be a bit... overbearing when he can have you back in his arms again, but bear with him just a bit longer, just until he makes sure you're actually safe and that nothing happened.

ㅤAnd of course, he loves to see you fight and he'll be your biggest cheerleader, not mattering if you're actually a good fighter or not, but most of all, he wants you to be safe. Due to the nature of his job, and all he has already seen in this world, he's scared.

ㅤScared that if he takes his eyes from you for one second you may be taken away to somewhere he won't be able to follow. Somewhere that not even with all his fighting skills and abilities he'll be able to reach.

ㅤChilde had no idea of how hard he was going to fall for you when he met you and sometimes he wonders what would be of him if he never had found you and you never found him. But he prefers to not linger on these thoughts, having you right now is all that matters. Loving you right now is what matters most. And if he loses you... he'll have nothing but his family to hold his slipping rationality before losing himself.

ㅤSo even if you can really, really fight and protect yourself well, please, just at least allow him to watch over your back for you. He's the best partner you could have in an adventure, so have a little faith in him.

ㅤAnd if you fall, don't worry, Childe will catch you before you hit the ground. He'll always be right by your side at your arms length.

ㅤHe wants to be there for you, no matter what. To hold your hand while treading new paths and exploring the world.

ㅤIf you were to ever ask for the moon, or for the stars, Childe will do everything he can to get them for you. He'll search around the entire world for ways to get you even a piece of the unreachable sky.

ㅤHe'll make Celestia burn and the Abyss freeze if you so ask for it.

ㅤHe wants to be there with you when you open your eyes in the morning, and when you close them at night. For the rest of his and yours lives. He'll love you until there's nothing of him anymore. And if this world burns, then so be it, as long as he can have you and his family safe by his side.

ㅤ"Love is such a beautiful concept, is it not?" he says while showing you drawings he made of you. And he couldn't help but smile at the amazed look you had and the way your eyes sparkled with curiosity.

ㅤAlbedo is not someone who will usually voice out everything he thinks. But you still know he loves you.

ㅤBy the way he gently tucks your hair back when you're immersed doing something you like, and you can see his tender eyes before he turns around to go about with his own activities.

ㅤAnd by the way he doesn't try to hide his notebook from you, for all there is are images of you. You have seen it all a thousand times already, but you'll always find joy seeing how he envisions you in his heart and mind. It looks so intricate that you wonder if you truly look like this, and he tells you that, yes, you're the closest to perfection a human could be.

ㅤHis drawings show you something that no mirror could. Something not even your eyes notice. But Albedo does, he notices every single little detail about what makes you, you. All your small imperfections and flaws, the things you hate and find ugly are the ones he'll hold most dearly in his hands.

ㅤYou're the ruler in the kingdom of his mind, the muse to his artist heart, the soothing melody to his unresting soul.

ㅤYou know all there is to know about him, about his woes and dreams, his aspirations, his shadows that clutch at his ankles like paint, staining his being.

ㅤAnd you'll tell him, "I don't mind it." even if it stains your hands, as long as you can carefully hold his heart in them, with all the love he has for you, you truly don't mind it. In fact, you love him more for it.

ㅤYou'll kiss at his golden locks and let him admire you with his sky painted eyes. He admires you like one would a butterfly, so within his reach but he'll much rather have you fly freely, showing to the entire world your beauty.

ㅤFor he knows, you love him just as much as he loves you. In that, he'll never have a doubt.

ㅤThat is how he loves you, completely, totally, calmly and wholeheartedly. Like a peaceful stream unperturbed by the exterior.

ㅤHe may not completely understand yet what love is, but he thinks he kind of gets it a tad bit more every moment he spends with you.

ㅤWhen you're hurting under the surface, Albedo will kiss at every single one of your fingertips, taking his time to show you how much he loves you. He won't say anything until you're ready to talk with him. And he'll always know, you don't even need to tell him directly. He'll know by the way the tension on your shoulders finally eases and the way you gently close your eyes, one, two seconds and then he'll talk.

ㅤHe'll tell you how important you are to him and that there's nothing he wouldn't do for you. That if you want, you can share your burdens with him and he'll hold it for as long as you need while you rest. For you, he would hold the entire world on his shoulders for eternity and he wouldn't mind it if that gave you peace of mind.

ㅤAnd you know he's being sincere.

ㅤEven if you know that he could destroy everything around him one day, it doesn't matter. Now, you feel safer than ever in his embrace and you have faith in his love for you.

ㅤDiluc's love is like the rays of the sun during the earliest hours of the morning. It never burns but also never leaves you cold. It warms up your skin and blooms in your chest like wildflowers.

ㅤHis love is the type that lingers on you and on the surroundings even when he's gone for a long time. In the clothes you wear that he gave to you as a gift on your last birthday, in the bed sheets that smell like the perfume you bought for him for his birthday and that he says it's his favorite.

ㅤOne day you realize how everywhere in his once cold and lonely manor is now filled by the warmth shared between you. Filled with the gifts bought with love, and the pictures on the walls of the both of you. And it makes you fall in love with him all over again.

ㅤIn the kitchen there's the tea set from Liyue you had bought together from Marjorie. In the living room there's the blankets in the couch you both share during the coldest of nights in winter, while sitting by the fireplace, warming each other. In the bathroom there's yours and his toothbrushes that even though he always complains about hygiene and that each should use their own, even he sometimes confuses the two similar toothbrushes and uses yours.

ㅤIn your room there's the shared cabinets and shelves, with things from far away and pictures from everywhere, even the books you read together before bed by the desk.

ㅤYou fall in love with him again, with his smile, and his contained laughter when in public, with the way he looks at you every time you visit him in the tavern or when he sees you from afar. You hung the stars and the moon in his sky, you brought the sunlight to his dawn.

ㅤYou knew you would love Diluc for forever on the day he brought you along to visit his father's grave, and instead of silently staring at it, he spoke about you. Spoke about his love for you, and about everything you did for his life. He knew his father would be proud of him for finding you, for giving love a chance again.

ㅤYou both mourned together on that day, embracing each other under the blessing of the whispers in the wind, that softly carried the scent of memories from childhood.

ㅤAnd you still remember the day where you met Kaeya. The way he silently thanked you for being by his brother's side when he couldn't anymore. To receive not only the Cavalry Captain, but your lover's brother's blessing meant a lot for you. You knew they both still held each other in high regards. And most of all, you knew Kaeya would do anything to see Diluc happy, just as you would too.

ㅤYou look through the window of your home, to the garden and the vineyard, reminiscing about shared days, of laughter, of slightly younger times. When you used to hide behind the grapes to play a prank on Diluc. When the both of you held hands while taking a walk through the garden, discussing about one day making a playground somewhere there. For the kids that'll visit you during Thanksgiving, or one day...

ㅤThen, you feel arms around you and you smile, recognizing so easily the warmth that spreads around your body. While laying back your head on his chest, there's no need to exchange words as you both already know each other's hearts so well.

ㅤEverything will be okay, his heart mutters to you, I know, yours whispers back.

ㅤYou're happy, and you're content. And you couldn't have wished for more nor less than that.

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[witch-hazels-musings]

this is what it feels like

warning: sfw, fluff, comfort | seeing them after a long time apart

includes: Albedo, Childe, Diluc, Thoma, Zhongli, Xiao

character x gn reader |  anthology | short read

You could feel your heart, how it thrummed in your chest and fluttered slightly when you picked up the pace. The closer you got to your destination, the more painful the waiting became. You wanted to be there, wanted to see him with eyes you swore were growing cloudy and getting more challenging to keep clear.

You were ready, so you practically ran.

Albedo

Sounds of whirring machines spilled into the hallway. They mingled with the swift, drumming pace of your footsteps. A voice, his voice, slipped through the cracks in the door and you pushed forward, ignoring the kind strangers who greeted you.

There was only one thing - one person - on your mind.

Albedo.

"It may be that a miscalculation occurred; I would recommend we review more closely the --" Alebeo paused mid-sentence and lifted his head from the bent-back notebook he was previously reviewing. The student who was sitting in the chair next to him saw you as soon as you stepped through the door. They glanced at Albedo and tried to hide their smile.

Albedo twisted and your eyes met.

"Hi," you said with a small wave. Panting, focused on the man you'd dreamed about seeing for days. Now that you were here, however, it was hard to move again. Was it appropriate for you to be here, had you interrupted something important?

You let your one-track mind get the better of you again.

Albedo let the notebook slide into the ready hands of his student. His gaze locked, taking all of you in.

You laughed, relieved, "I'm home," you professed with a smile and opened your arms as Albedo left his work behind to greet you with a wanting embrace.

--

Childe

You better return to me - I promise

The promise you made over a week ago swirled in your mind. You'd let the scene play out so much that it was starting to twist and distort into fallacies and imaginations untrue to the source. However, nothing dared warp the feeling of his lips when he pressed them to your cheek and whispered, 'Don't make me wait long.' Those recollections lived on in destitute moments just before bed and the bittersweet seconds of rising from it.

But, now. Now the boat was pulling into port and you could hardly contain your excitement.

Would he be there? Would he be the first thing you see when you docked?

You were desperate, hopeful, but most of all, you were tired of feeling lonely.

The dock appeared slowly. You scanned the sturdy boards for him and rushed to the other side of the bow to get another view. No matter how hard you looked, you couldn't find him. You jerked forward as the boat docked and wasted no time making it to the pier below.

With your bag slung over your shoulder, you ran into the thick of the crowd. Eyes scanning, head on a swivel as you searched for him. People glanced your way but kept on. One woman looked at you with knowing eyes - eyes that lamented, 'You're looking for your lover too, aren't you?'

You turned to look down the stone harbor but couldn't see him. Disheartened, you let your bag fall to your side.

Then, like the whistling wind of the sea, you heard your name. Snapping your head to the left, you saw a man standing at the top of the stone hill, chest heaving, shoulders rising and falling, and eyes zeroed in on you.

"Ajax!" You called back, dropping your bag where it was and rushing up the hill to meet him. He did the same, and as you ran toward each other, you crashed into him like a wave. Childe hoisted you in the air. The momentum carried the two of you toward the water, but he never let you go. "I've returned. As promised," you told him, tears bubbling up in your eyes so you hid your face against his shoulder.

"So you did," he replied, kissing the top of your head and tightening his hold on you as if his hands were making their own vows to never let you go again.

--

Diluc

It had been weeks since the two of you had seen each other. Weeks since you had woken up next to him or found him lost in thought in his study. Countless hours had gone by since you heard his voice or felt the warmth of his touch. You were desperate for it but also nervous to accept it again.

Distance was meant to make the heart grow stronger, right?

As you paced back and forth across the floor, you were starting to regret your decision to hide in the upper room of Angel's Share. Charle's assured you he'd send Diluc your way, but what if they got busy, what if Diluc realized he needed to walk back to the Winery? You should have gone to the estate instead of concocting some elaborate surprise - especially when you were terrible at them.

Shaking your head, you made for the door. Unable to keep the antsy tingling of your nerves from taking over, but the moment you grabbed the doorknob, heavy footfalls made you freeze and you were just fast enough to stumble back when the door swung open with immense force.

Your alarm was replaced by overflowing elation at the sight that greeted you. Diluc's hand gripped the doorknob, his eyes held pools of desperation as they looked at you, as they searched your face, pleading to reassure him that you were, in fact, not a dream.

"I'm home-" you started but he cut you off by pulling you into a suffocating hug. His body leaned into yours, his palm cupped the back of your head and his other gripped the back of your clothes. You returned the hug with just as much fervor.

Pulling back, you pressed your hands against his cheeks and found his lips like one finds a flicker of light in utter darkness. You heard the sound of the door slam shut but didn't care to pull away enough to look. Diluc's fingers tugged at your hair while he kissed you with famished lips.

"I hate when you leave," he professed when he let you finally catch your breath, his eyes heavy, lost in you.

"I'm not fond of it either," you admitted and let your fingers rest against his chin. "Did Charles tell you I was back?"

Diluc shook his head, his lips brushing over yours and placing several more heated kisses against them, "I heard you."

Furrowing your brows, you pulled away even though he tried to chase you, "Up here? That could have been anyone," you chuckled.

"No one else's footsteps sound like my dreams," he explained and you answered him with a trembling lip and a warm, forever, embrace.

--

Thoma

It had been nearly two weeks since you'd been near Thoma. Since you'd received the comfort he was so keen on giving. Since he reminded you of the qualities you forgot when he wasn't around. Since you could caress his face and have him touch yours.

Each night was more challenging. Sending letters was too slow. Hearing updates from others felt impersonal. You wanted to see him, wanted to hold him, wanted to hear him. So, you picked up the pace and apologized to the attendants you waved off so you wouldn't get distracted.

Your chest tightened the moment you saw him. Even when you tugged at your clothes to create space, it wasn't enough to alleviate the pressure building inside your ribcage. Your heart ached. Involuntary tears ran down your cheeks. Taking a step toward him, the wooden boards beneath you creaked and, though it was small, quiet, impossible to detect even for you, Thoma stopped what he was doing and turned toward the noise.

Confusion shifted to disbelief until realization set in and the pounding sound of his footsteps made their way toward you.

Thoma wrung his hands on the towel tucked into his pants so that when he made it to you and slid his arms under you to lift you into the air before letting you fall toward him, against him, in his arms that felt so much like home, he made sure his hands were clean and void of any stain that could tarnish you.

"I missed you," he proclaimed, one hand flush against the back of your head while the other kept you as close as it could.

"I missed you more," you admitted and held onto him with no intent of letting go.

--

Zhongli

You pressed a finger to your lips to hush the receptionist whose eyes lit up at the sight of you. "He's in his office," they whispered with a smile. You nodded and crept further into the parlor. The halls were coated in familiar scents. Scents you associated with the resigned archon who walked them every day.

When you got to the door, you lifted your hand to knock, hesitated, then let your knuckle rap against the door one, two, three times.

"Enter," the voice on the other side said, so you did. "I have yet to sign off on the procession request. The contract is of issue, which I will review with careful consideration ..." Zhongli explained, and you stifled a laugh.

He was turned away from you. His elegant chair turned to face the window. A steaming cup of tea had been left abandoned on his desk - a clear sign he was lost in thought.

When you were close enough, you slid your hands around his face to cover his eyes. Without missing a beat, Zhongli said your name, ruining the surprise.

"How did you know it was me?" you asked as he twisted in his chair to take your hands in his and hold them tenderly against his lips.

"I would recognize the sound of your footsteps even if time had taken all my senses," he professed as if it were a simple fact, as he kissed the tips of your fingers in adoration. When he looked at your face you were trying your best to keep your eyes upward to stop the tears that fell because of him.

Because of the love of him.

"I missed you dearly," he added, his thumb caressing your cheek to wipe away the warm tears.

"I missed you. So much," you mirrored and wrapped your arms around his shoulders even as he rose to his full height to draw you nearer to him.

--

Xiao

The marshland smelled just the way you remembered, the clinging warmth of it lingered on your skin. After being on the dry, salt-biting sea for so long you could feel yourself reacclimating to the climate.

It had been weeks since you last saw him.

You almost couldn't stand it.

The tower that was Wangshu Inn lingered in the distance but no matter how close you got to it, the further away it seemed. You were frustrated, anxious, ready to climb to the top and wrap your arms around the man who invaded your thoughts more often than you thought possible.

You imagined him, remembered the comfort of him, could recall the lingering presence of him - like something familiar was hovering in the edges of your view, but you could never quite place it. He was always there - or, at least, the intensity of your love for him felt that way.

"Almost there," you promised as you climbed one of the red bridges above the streams surrounding the marsh.

"Took you long enough," a voice answered, making you spin on your toes to see its owner.

Xiao stood at the bottom of the bridge, arms crossed, eyes falling to the ground while you stared at him in disbelief.

Was it really him, or was it another figment of your desperate imagination?

When his eyes met yours, you knew. You knew it was real, and so you ran to him. Xiao caught you like wind rushing through his hair, and you slid your fingers across his back to remind your hands what he felt like.

"Aren't you going to say it?" he asked, gruff and close as he pressed his forehead against your neck.

"Say wh--? Oh, sorry," you laughed, overwhelmed with love and joy, "I'm home."

"Welcome home."

--

[hollythius]

WE SHOULD TRY! | silly genshin x reader hc’s

synopsis | y/n sees a couple while out with their partner. whoo boy!

includes | childe kaeya albedo scara! kaeya’s part is a lil suggestive!

as you pass by another couple, you realize how lovey dove they look. you feel a little…outdone. you think it’s a fine time to tell your partner to lay on the pda!

CHILDE laughs and throws a warm arm around your waist, his freckled cheeks dusted pink. “oh, you wanna be more open? sure, love.” he presses a kiss to the crown of your head and squeezes you tighter. “is that good for now?” you nod, happy.

KAEYA is smug. and dare i say teasing. his hand, which was already laid upon your waist, dips lower in favor of your hip. you giggle and punch him jokingly, calling him an animal. “how about i give you something more permanent then, dove?” he coos, and your side of the taunting ends there. he laughs, before kissing your cheek. “i’m just messing, honey. unless?” you punch him again.

ALBEDO is quiet. is holding hands not enough? surely not every group of two is this close in public, right? are you unhappy? his overthinking stops when you squeeze his hand tighter, saying how you were joking. he laughs, relieved. “i thought you were angry with me, sweetness.” you shake your head and swear up and down that no, you could never be angry with him!

SCARAMUCHE gets red. he’s holding your pinkie— that’s what you agreed on! what do you mean you want more? really, all he wants to do is wrap himself around you so that only he gets to have you, but he can’t handle that right now. and you know that. so you agreed on the pinkies! “i thought we had a deal,” he drones. the look of defeat and betrayal on his face is comical. you kiss the corner of his lips, making them quirk into a bashful smile. “kuni, i’m kidding. whatever you feel comfortable with is fine with me.” he fumes. you’ll be the death of him.

[etherealphosphor]

Albedo Headcanons ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

⟡ Contains: Albedo x Gn!Reader, Sfw, Fluff, Slightly suggestive

⟡ The future where Albedo properly confesses after the events of my story "Sunshine" ♡

⟡ Can still be enjoyed without that context, however there is some vague mention of events beforehand

When Albedo confessed to you, he was incredibly nervous. He stumbled over his words as he stared at his feet, not daring to look you in the eyes. However, even with his stuttering, you quickly figured out the gist of what he was trying to tell you.

"Albedo, are you trying to say that you like me?" You asked, a blush rising on your cheeks.

Not able to get the words out, Albedo simply nodded, still looking at the ground. You put your thumb under his chin, tilting his face up.

"I like you too, Albedo."

His eyes lit up. "R-really? [Name], you’re being serious?"

"Why would I ever joke about something like that?" You smiled at him.

With his fears resolved, he began to pour out his feelings for you without a moment's hesitation. He had wanted to tell you this for so long. "[Name], words cannot describe how much I adore you. Your hair, your eyes, your smile. To me, every inch of you is perfection. Ever since I met you, I felt a strange connection between us. I didn’t quite know what it was, but after what happened in my lab that day, I couldn’t deny that those feelings I had for you were love."

Leaning down, you kissed Albedo gently. It was a soft, short kiss, but it was everything to Albedo.

One day, you suggested playing the pocky game with Albedo. You knew how much he loved sweets, and you also wanted to have a little bit of fun since you had never tried the game with anyone before. He instantly agreed, and when you began the game, he quickly ate the entire thing and pressed his lips to yours. Holding the back of your head, he kissed you passionately before eventually pulling away to catch his breath.

"Can I have more?" Albedo asked, looking into your eyes.

".. More pocky?" You responded, still a little stunned.

"No, you misunderstood. I meant more kisses." He smiled, before leaning in once more.

Albedo loved it when you called him pet names. ‘Darling’, ‘Love’, ‘Sweetheart’, but his favorite was ‘Sunshine’. You found this out after he recited the events of what happened that day in his lab. During some of your more passionate moments, you’d whisper that name in his ear, and it would leave him speechless. If he wasn’t already blushing, he was definitely blushing after that.

Once the original shock wore off, Albedo would take you into his arms and hungrily kiss you. His hands caressed your waist in such a way that you would have assumed he was touch starved, if not for the fact that you two did this nearly every night.

You reciprocated his passion, wrapping your arms around his neck as you made out with him, practically melting into his embrace.

Albedo had a sensitive spot on him that you loved to tease. The spot in question was, of course, the star marking on his neck. When things between you and Albedo began to get a little heated, you’d gently bite that place on his neck, sending a shiver of pleasure down his spine.

Albedo would try to hold back his whimpers, but to no avail. This only encouraged you to continue, as you loved the noises he made when you bit him. Once you were done teasing, he was practically a mess. His cheeks were a bright pink, and his heart was beating fast. You loved it when he looked so flustered.

At night, after you had fallen asleep, Albedo would often listen to your heartbeat. The sound always worked to calm him down or ground him when he was feeling stressed. He cuddled up against your chest, breathing in your scent. That was another thing he loved about you.

Both the rhythm of your heartbeat and your scent gently lulled Albedo to sleep. Laying next to you in bed like this was one of his favorite parts of the day. In the past, he used to fall asleep in his lab up in Dragonspine with nobody to hold him gently, play with his hair, or kiss his forehead goodnight. Nowadays, though, he shares a proper house down in Mondstadt with you, his beloved.

[huboi]

I requested Albedo fluff where the reader is like a sibling figure for Klee and maybe how Albedo would react to the reader having such a good relationship with her?

(If you couldn't tell I'm a chalk prince simp 🥲)

SIBLINGS

fandom — genshin impact

summary — reader is like klees’ older sibling

reader — gender neutral

cw/tw — none, lmk if there are any!

albedo once was confused when jean told him that klee was with another person when he came for his usual babysitting duties

jean told him that he was free to go near the cathedral, cause that’s where you guys were

he decided to check it out since he had some spare time on his hands. he was shocked to see that you and klee were playing tcg on the steps to the cathedral

“oh hey there ‘bedo!” you greeted, albedo nodding in acknowledgment. klee looked up from her deck and jumped up before runnning to albedo

“‘bedo! me and (y/n) went fish blasting and now we’re playing tcg! come and join us!” klee squealed, dragging albedo by the hand before he had a chance to respond

albedo appreciates the offer, he also appreciates you looking after klee when he was unable to do so due to work

albedo and you caught up for a while whilst klee was running around the cathedral with the other kids

“apologies but I am due back to dragonspine any second now, so I must head off, I’m glad that klee has another older sibling to look out for her. please let her know that I promise to play with her tomorrow” albedo asked of you, before heading off toward the city gates.

all in all, albedo is glad that klee has found another person to look up to

[herrscherrofyatta]

Golden Hour

1. Familiar Faces

✧ Pairing: Albedo x Gn reader

✧ cw: contains spoilers for act 1 of the windblume festival, a time skip

✧ summary: a couple months go and the trio comes to Mondstadt for the Windblume festival and they all see that you're doing well in your work with the knights.

Mondstadt was always so beautiful especially when they held special occasions. That was what led Collei there for her vacation, Lumine and Paimon were there as well. She got to meet a woman named Sucrose who was just as shy and awkward as her.

Yet, her two favorite people from Sumeru also came with her as well to keep her company although Cyno explains that he's simply looking out for her as Tighnari agrees with him.

The girls were similar in a way, both having teachers as Sucrose begins to speak about her teacher, calling him a genius and speaking of the devil, the alchemist appears behind Cyno and Tighnari.

"Please, Sucrose, 'genius' is unnecessary. It will only serve only to leave an exaggerated impression on me in the minds of our guests." Everyone turns around to find a blonde haired man in a coat, his arms crossed as he stood there.

Sucrose is startled at this, turning her head to the side as she stutters in her words. "...but it's an objective truth."

Lumine and Paimon smile upon seeing him, glad that the alchemist was here as well before Lumine glances around, looking for a specific someone.

Her face instantly lights up as she spots you appearing behind Albedo, a warm smile on your lips as a hand rests on your hip and side eying Albedo.

"I think Sucrose has a point, as your partner, I say you're a genius through and through."

Tighnari could only stare in silence, taking in your appearance as you stood there, grinning at the blonde who gives you a look.

Sucrose lights up as well, "everyone, this is Y/n, also an assistant for Mr. Albedo."

You smile at this, giving them a wave.

"As Sucrose says, I'm Y/n, it's nice to meet you three." You say as Cyno takes this opportunity to speak before Tighnari could say anything else.

"You know who—"

"I am 'Adventurer Cyno'," Tighnari lets out a groan as you listen to the man with an amused look in your eyes, " this is Tighnari, a technological consultant for the treasure hoarders and this is Collei, a traveling musician." Cyno explains all with a straight face as you try to keep your cool but a laugh escapes your lips before covering your face.

Cyno looks accomplished as he listens to your laughter as Albedo just looks at you with a smile while Tighnari rubs his forehead.

"....that's what I miss about Sumeru, you and your jokes." You say, sighing to catch your breath before walking by Tighnari towards Cyno before you hug him.

"It's been how long?" He returns the hug as he smiles, patting your back.

"Too long." He says before breaking the hug and you glance over to Collei. "It's nice to see you as well, Collei."

She smiles, "you too! It's been almost 5 months."

You chuckle before looking back at Sucrose, "thank you for the introduction, Sucrose. Albedo and I were just getting back from our stay at Dragonspine."

Albedo hums as you go back to him.

"I see, I thought you two would continue your experiments and come back next week. But I'm guessing you had to force Mr. Albedo to take a break."

You grin at her as Albedo sighs, "it seems like with Y/n around, I tend to have more breaks. But yes, we paused our project to enjoy ourselves with everyone else, right Y/n?"

"Yup! We haven't had a long break in a while so this is nice."

Tighnari narrows his eyes at you before looking away, crossing his arms and speaks to Sucrose about some of the flowers he wants to use for antidotes.

You half listened to their conversation while watching Albedo take out his clipboard, scribbling on it as you grin at him.

"... we're gonna cuddle when we get home right?" You whisper to him as he shakes his head, a smile planted on his lips as Tighnari's ear twitches at this.

"of course, we can do what you want." The blonde smiles as you grin at this before letting out a cough, paying attention back to the conversation at hand.

The conversation continues, with Tighnari, Sucrose and Albedo planning on doing some experiments.

"Bedo, I'm going to go talk to Jean for a moment." You say as soon as everyone agrees to set up some tents and have some meals together just outside the city gates.

He looks over at you and nods.

"of course, I'll save you a seat."

Smiling, you quickly went to leave when hearing Tighnari calling out your name which made you stop for a moment before continuing walking inside the city walls, the coat you wore swaying behind.

"...." Tighnari's lips go into a thin line at this before he looks away, his ear droops slightly as Cyno glances over at him but doesn't say anything, just narrowing his eyes at the fox.

"..."

Cyno feels like something happened between you and Tighnari so he'll try to figure it out.

Series Masterlist

Masterlist

Taglist: @susiereckage @jameineliebe @maddymints09

[sleepyfishies]

🌼 So this is love 🌼

Pairing: Albedo x reader

Content: Pre-relationship, realization of feelings, just very soft, features Klee as well, gender neutral reader

Word count: 868

Note: *taps mic* Hello, hello, does this thing still work? Hell yeah I'm back, in true Fern fashion with some soft Albedo because that's my jam :) Hope you enjoy!

Albedo never really cared for love. It was a foreign concept for him that he only read about in books, but nothing more than that. Nothing worth his time when he's always so busy with research and experiments, and important things like discovering the truth of this world (Or at least discovering what that's supposed to mean.) Between all that, there's no time for butterflies and anxiety, and whatever else the romance novels describe. Not to mention, it seems like love makes other people act a little silly.

Like Glory, who sits there day in and day out talking about how she can't wait for Godwin to come home, when probably everyone in Mondstadt knows that the very man she was waiting now has been meandering just outside of town for months, too scared to come back due to stupid pride, even tho he knows that his fiancé is scared out of her mind for him. Or Timaeus, who scribbles love poems next to his alchemy notes and gets distracted all the time, not even noticing when the potions he was mixing are threatening to boil over. Love seems to make people lose all sense, so Albedo has decided that he's better off without it.

Maybe that's why, as the two of you grew closer, he didn't recognize the signs at all, despite having read and heard about them so many times. The infamous butterflies that make him feel weird things whenever you smile at him. The way he suddenly falls into a daze while working as well, breaking out of it only to find small doodles of your face littered all across his notes. Or how sometimes his every thought gets consumed by a deep desire to just wrap his arms around you and never let go.

But love is such a foreign concept, so far out of his grasp that surely, that can't be it, right?

It's an innocent comment from Klee that makes him question his feelings for the first time.

"Big brother Albedo?" she asks, looking up at him with big eyes as they're walking home one day.

"What is it, Klee?" He smiles down at her.

"Can we invite y/n to our picknick tomorrow? Please?"

Albedo is a little taken aback. Usually Klee deeply treasures their little family outings. She refuses to let anyone get between her private time with Albedo, to a point where she even rejected Kaeya's request to tag along once. "You really like y/n a lot, huh?" He asks with a small chuckle. "I never saw you try to invite someone along to our outings."

"I like that they make you smile. It makes Klee happy too", the little girl responds, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. "Also, they make really good snacks so I want them to bring some to our picknick." She adds it more like an afterthought, like it's only secondary to her other reason.

Maybe it meant nothing to Klee, but it leaves Albedo thinking. Does he really smile that much when he's around you? People have commented before that he only ever genuinely smiles when he's around Klee, but no one has ever pointed out the same with you. Although, now that it's been called to his attention... He really does feel a lot happier around you. There's something about you that makes it easy for him to let down his guard. It's a strange realization and he still doesn't understand the meaning of it, but he takes a mental note of it and decides that it requires further investigation.

From that day onward, you're always invited to the family outings with Klee and Albedo. It becomes perfectly natural, like you've always been there. Like it's always been just the three of you, exploring Mondstadt together, having fun little picknicks or arts and crafts afternoons.

It's on one of these days that the realization finally hits Albedo. You're sitting on Albedo's couch, Klee fast asleep in your arms while he makes a cup of tea for the both of you. Albedo watches as you run a hand through the girl's hair, a gentle smile on your face as she snuggles closer into your arms. The soft glow of a candle bathes you in a warm light and he's overcome with the familiar urge to join you, to pull you into his arms and hold you close. That urge has been getting a lot more frequent lately, and he was never able to fully make sense of it.

But at this moment, something clicks for him. The urge to be close to you. The thought of how beautiful you look consuming his mind. The smile still tugging at his lips. The butterflies threatening to burst through his chest. All the pieces fall into place and the realization hits him out of nowhere.

He's in love with you.

[rinnsverse]

PERFECTION — headcanons

various!genshin impact characters who’re searching for a perfect gift for you [ @w4yf1nder ]

CHAR: albedo, childe, lyney

PAIRING(S): gn!reader x various!genshin men (separate)

TROPES: fluff, established relationship

TW: none

A/N: it might not be the most original, but I hope you enjoy <33

ALBEDO

our dearest alchemist isn’t one for understanding the joy of the holidays — he never fully grasped why receiving or giving a gift on one specific day meant so much someone, but to each their own was his thought process

emphasis on was, since this was going to be the first holiday the two of you would spend officially as a couple

that was when he finally understood why everyone made such a big deal out of gift-giving during the holidays; he finally felt pressure

pressure to find something perfect for you

now, albedo isn’t saying that he has never felt pressure before; but not like he does once the first few days of winter rolls around

everyone is talking and decorating for the holidays — especially for their loved ones. he had considered studying the new atmosphere that had spread throughout Teyvat which had caused almost everyone to be in what they called a ‘holiday spirit’ but he digressed

he already had an unfamiliar feeling weighing on his shoulders which he wasn’t sure how to deal with

so after an extensive amount of people watching, Albedo had came to the conclusion that he should ask you what you wanted directly to your face

however that was quickly tossed aside when on the way to ask you what you wanted for the holidays he overheard people agreeing that their present had to be kept a secret

so he changed course and went to the direction of kaeya for advice instead

did he think kaeya would be the best candidate to ask? no — which is why all research projects have more than one test subject

(i failed science this year pls don’t come for me in any inaccuracies)

when he had asked kaeya about gifts for his partner his reply was a mix of teasing and recommending a gift of extravagance:

“Think of it as something to be remembered. You want them to remember that it was you who have it to them after all, right? Either go big or go home.”

albedo isn’t the most wealthy of the captains so he chalked kaeya’s response as a result of his upbringing with the ragvindr’s but he had taken most of his advice and moved onto the next

lisa was more in-tune with her emotions than him or others he knows so he visited her next

her response was similar to kaeya’s — in the teasing matter that is — but she had gotten more in depth in what the perfect gift would be:

“Well, gifts are meant to be both given and received. So what about something matching? Like a cute little locket with a picture of each other in it! Ah, how I wish somebody would give me something like that one day.”

needless to say, albedo was quite thankful that she hadn’t spoken to him in riddles this time around and got straight to the point; there was a reason he was interviewing his peers after all

the next and final candidate on his list for advice was his assistant sucrose

sucrose gave him advice that was short and sweet and didn’t require him to think to hard about

“A bouquet should do the trick — you can’t go wrong with a nice bouquet with their favorite flowers; you know their favorite flower, right?”

after looking over his notes one last time, Albedo had concluded to gift you a leather band with Cecilia’s along with your favorite flower pressed and preserved onto it

the flower petals had practically covered all of the band which was tightened and loosened via a ribbon which you pulled in order to do so

“I hope that this gift is up to par with your standards, and I hope you know I really appreciate you being with me despite knowing all the possibilities that could happen and the nature of my work, so thank you.”

CHILDE

compared to our favorite alchemist, childe is more adept with emotions and when giving someone a gift

despite falling into the abyss and being apart of an organization that isn’t the most humane, he’s a family man with multiple siblings to look after so he’s bound to notice the little things

like your preferences — how you lean towards your favorite color over all else, how your eyes narrow in disgust when you smell something vile, how your eyes widen when you see the sight of your favorite dessert on display, etc etc

he could go on all day but that would be a waste of time given his current dilemma

see, Childe doesn’t necessarily consider his pockets to be bottomless, but they most certainly look like they are given how much he splurges when it comes to you and his family

“Childe, would you care to explain to me why you have spent 4,078,934 mora on: personal expenses?”

“Can you beat me in a fight?”

listen i need more genshin characters to be portrayed with sass not all of them can be respectful

but back on track, he knows what kinds of gifts his family members prefer — teucer likes a lot of small presents, tonia would rather have few good quality gifts rather than more low quality ones, and his mother absolutely adores heartfelt gifts

however, it seems almost like a balance when it came to you in his eyes; you liked treasured practically everything he gave you, whether it be silly rock he drew a silly face on or an expensive dinner date

he didn’t want to just gift you random trinkets! you deserved and are worth so much more than that

but still, he wanted it to be a surprise so he couldn’t just ask you himself outright

so he sends teucer over to question you

truly the smartest idea he had ever thought of the whole year where you would never suspect a thing

“Your brother sent you here to ask me that question didn’t he?”

“Uh… no?”

as much as he hates to say it, he was slightly disappointed in teucer for barely making an effort to disguise the fact that Childe was the one who sent him over but hey, he still got his answer so why should he care?

though the answer was still relatively vague, it had narrowed down his options quite a bit — still a lot since the more money he owns the more options he has but I digress

he had decided to gift you three things:

silly goofy hehe haha gift: he took inspiration from his sisters old craft book lying around somewhere and got to work on making a finger puppet created to look like him; he didn’t know where this idea came from to he completely honest

omg romance: a gift most certainly more well thought out and a lot of care given into it where he gifted you small trinkets from all over the seven nations where they all have some form of meaning of love

personal expenses are skyrocketing: rented out a whole entire restaurant just for a lovely one-on-one date with no distractions to bother you both with the menu containing some added dishes catered to your liking

“You’re someone special, and I’m not saying that just to make you feel that way — well, partially since that is what you are to me. I’m saying this because you managed to accept all sides of me, and I wish to do the same to you.”

LYNEY

I believe that lyney maybe the one who is most adept in his emotions out of the five

unfortunately, he’s terribly indecisive; like Childe he notices the minor details which only fuels his never-ending thought process on what you’d like and dislike about it gift

this wasn’t as simple as pulling a rose from behind your ear after all

the pressure also magnifies 10x since lyney’s from Fontaine given how the nation may be centered around justice, it pays attention to live and passion just — if not more — as much so the expectations for his gifts to be methodically thought out is incredibly high

it also doesn’t help that lyney is practically working overtime to keep up his: ‘perfect older brother’ facade given how much overthinking he’s been doing lately

and so his dear siblings — lynette and freminet — have took it upon themselves to help out their brother dearest by… being his stationed listeners to all of his ramblings

“You may be thinking that we already have established that they don’t like that color, however! Recently they purchased a new shirt that is that exact color they have shown distaste for but that doesn’t exactly mean they have completely changed their mind since—“

“Lyney why don’t we just, not get them things that are that color?”

“I’m getting to that. So there’s always—“

[insert Lynette groaning here]

they give good advice it’s just that lyney doesn’t necessarily fully processes them in his mind which then leads to him having mind-blowing revelations in his eyes when in reality freminet mentioned that idea an hour ago

the air in the room gets pretty awkward after that’s mentioned but is quickly defused do too lyney dashing out in search for the gift he deems perfect for you

Lyney does it so quickly in fact, that it gets its own small section in the Steambird for it which most certainly catches your eye

it’s quite funny when you confront him about it though with him feigning ignorance and throwing out claims sarcastically yet still dancing around the truth even though you both know what it was

luckily it doesn’t take that long for lyney to fess up and give you an early holiday present

“This might be one of the only times I’m not appreciative of Charlotte’s work — but I hope that my untimely and unceremoniously gift hasn’t ruined the experience this season — I am fortunate to have someone as lovely as you by my side after all.”

a/n: shout-out and a huge thank you to @2023gisecretsanta for holding this event !!

[micheya]

The Sound of Music | Genshin x Reader

Characters:

Part 1: Cyno and Albedo Part 2: Dehya and Fischl (out soon) Part 3: Razor and Yanfei (out soon)

Prompt:

"Eggo, what instruments do you play?" "piano, cello, guitar, electric bass, double bass and ukulele"

Synopsis:

Of all the instruments you play, what's their favourite?

Content warning:

No pronouns mentioned. Second Person. Can be interpreted as platonic or romantic

Genre: Fluff

Word count:

Cyno x reader - 1009 Albedo x reader - 969

@favonius-library my submission for the gift exchange for @egnengg

Cyno - Guitar

Leading on from the previous windblume festival and his quite strange but fun insistence to committing to his role as an adventurer, he thought it was perfect that you knew how to play instruments, even if you didn't get round to performing often, you had immediately acquired the role of "Travelling bard, tenacious and tactful with every touch made when playing their instruments." quite literally his words.

In any case, a guitar was just the most practical of the instruments you played. Carrying a double bass and piano around certainly wasn't efficient, and asking for someone to carry them or for a carriage to travel across the nation would be expensive. "That and we're supposed to be experienced and seasoned travellers,” he'd say, but really what's a TCG match without you playing some good background music as he once again takes Tighnari and Collei down. (You still didn’t know what being seasoned travellers had to do with you carrying what instrument. You assumed, maybe he was trying to say travellers don’t carry more than they can handle, and are efficient in terms of travel weight).

While the ukulele had the same benefits, and was technically easier to transport, he just much preferred the heavier sound and diverse range of a guitar. It would fit his range in voice when singing, and honestly it sounds a whole lot more dramatic when monologuing at the beginning or near the end of a match. 

“You really thought such a move would work on someone as well versed as me?”, “I commend your efforts, you fought valiantly, but alas fell an inch too short.” and “And now begins yet another fateful match, another block in the road I have yet to carve a path through. I will emerge victorious.” and…

Well, you get the point.

Tighnari is almost resentful with the way you’ve been enabling him, groaning in displeasure whenever Cyno was or wasn’t playing. He seemed to always have something to say when near a TCG match. You’d think every once in a while he’d pull a book worthy quote, then he’d pop a joke right after and you’d instinctively stop playing to wallow in your disappointment. “I thought it was funny.” 

And some were! 

“Just not this one” you’d reply. Putting your guitar to the side for a bit, to relieve yourself from the ache of that day’s session. 

When your hands would ache on the journey of your collective vacation, he’d often stretch out your hands, while massaging ointment onto them. You didn’t necessarily need the help, but it sure did feel nice, and getting free supplements for your skin at the request of Cyno to Tighnari surely could be counted as another win. Especially when he’d be the one insisting you play, “If our tactful and tenacious bard could play some battle music for the oncoming duel, we would be most grateful.”, “Y/n, how are your hands feeling, up for some practice with your guitar?”, “I really like that last song, could you play it again?”, “I found this music sheet being sold by a merchant, it looked like it’d sound good so I bought it. How about you give it a go.” 

He was your biggest supporter, along with Collei and Tighnari, almost too big of a supporter   (though in your heart you don’t think it’d ever be possible). It was endearing, and you were happy to have someone anticipate your next little performance, no matter whether you played perfectly or made a few to many  mistakes.

When asked of any hobbies outside of Genius invocation TCG, he’d smile fondly and answer playing guitar with his family. Collei had one day gone to Cyno talking about wanting to learn the guitar after watching you play for so long, she thought it’d be fun, she didn’t know if she’d be interested in the instrument in the long run for herself but figured it would be a fun way to bond and also help with the rehabilitation of her fingers. 

He nodded, humming thoughtfully too, he had often wished for the opportunity to play with you, the thought of spending more time with you never ceasing to warm his heart. So plucking up the courage to ask you to teach them, the two bashfully yet filled with a steadfast determination, approached you with their newly bought guitar’s. 

 ‘Why not?’, you thought, “You already have your guitars, and this would be good for Collei… Let’s make a schedule.” and therefore began what would be a weekly session with Collei and, if lucky, bi-monthly Cyno would join due to his work schedule, (with Tighnari popping in to watch with some snacks). 

Off duty, the way Cyno would express himself would sharply contrast with the deadly aura he’d exude when interrogating wrongdoers. His neutral expressions on and off duty, while similar, would often have his co-workers tilt their heads trying to play ‘spot the difference’. His eyebrows would ever so slightly relax their barely seen creases now completely unseen, the slight downturn in his lips instead changing into a slight upturn. 

Many couldn’t put their finger on what exactly on his face had changed, but then again the fear that they had done something unknowingly wrong for the general Mahamatra to even be in their presence often clouded any sort of thought process they had going on. 

“What brings you here today, General?” 

“Be at ease, I’m just here to report on my latest mission. The perpetrators have been turned in, and so I’ll be taking my time off for the next two days.”

“Ah, so that’s why you’re in a good mood.” The Professor unknowingly let out a sigh with his chuckle, that’s why he seemed a bit different.

“Yes, I wasn’t expecting it to be so obvious, but really it’s to be expected.” Unable to hold back his smile at the thought of the next guitar session with you and Collei he nodded, “I was very particular in finishing this job quickly, as I’ll be going to visit my family.”

Albedo - Ukulele

 One of Albedo’s most recent wonders in his life is how you make his synthetic heart beat with joy when around. It’s always a joy to spend time with you, even when he’s busy with his experiments and hardly sees anyone all day. Those little passing-bys he manages to squeeze in when in Mondstadt for work has him counting himself fortunate. 

Especially when he knocks on your door to be greeted by the sound of small excited footsteps and a joyful, “Y/n! Y/n! Big brother is finally here!”

Whenever he hears that, he’s only reminded of Klee’s answer when he had asked how she could always tell it was him at the door. “Wow, Klee, you were right.” You smiled standing behind her as she leapt onto her brother’s leg in a tight hug, “He does knock to that rhythm. You really do have a good memory, huh?” You praised the little girl as she nodded an even bigger smile on her face.

“I know my brother the best.” Letting go of said brother she puffed out her chest, arms by her side to further showcase the pride she held. It was endearing, and she almost seemed to glow in the afternoon sun that peered through the doorway.

“I’m grateful to have such a caring sister like you, Klee,” Albedo said, patting her head, before finally entering your house, “So, what have you been up to today? Drawing? Learning some new music?” 

Barely finishing his sentence, Klee grabbed his hand and dragged him through the building, with a “Follow me!”, taking him to your music room where pillows, crayons, drawings and instruments lay on the ground. “Look, look..! This is me….and this is Y/n and,” The ‘and’ was elongated, “we’re playing in front of a crowd, and” again the ‘and’ elongated, “We're singing a song-” She dropped her picture and picked up a ukulele, one of two, Albedo’s eyes followed her, a soft smile instinctively making way, as he took two of the stray pillows on the floor, handing one to you and sitting down next to you who soon followed suit. “We’re singing this.” 

Klee took a breath, a little cough rumbled to clear her little chest, as she sat down (more like suddenly dropping her body weight without caution) and wiggled a bit more to adjust herself. One more exhale escaped from her with closed eyes before she slowly opened them with a smile again. 

Clumsy, but clearly well practised, fingers played a C chord, her first ‘down down up up down up’ strums, a little slower than the original tempo, but in the beat (which she was proud of) it was supposed to be in, “...You are my sunshine-” An uncontrollably bright smile appeared on your lips, as you swayed and nodded along to her, even with the little pauses between the change of chords. “You make me happy, when skies are grey…” 

Albedo glances between the two of you, seemingly pausing, despite there not originally being any movement. He feels warm, and overcome with an overwhelming fondness to the situation, a stark contrast to the type of intrigue he feels when researching new alchemic breakthroughs. Truly a different type of revitalisation, he thinks when watching Klee fumble but finish the performance nonetheless, glowing at the applause, hi-fiving and running back to the image she was previously explaining. 

It was a bit longer than a pass-by greeting (He would have to apologise to Timaeus for the late report), the three of you ultimately eating lunch together talking about anything and everything. All taking turns listening intently to the topics of interest each person had. It was more than just a normal pleasant afternoon stroll, there was an emotional connection strengthening with each visit, an invisible link formed with every activity spent together and a bit of time invested into learning more about the other person, with making an effort to get along with those they also loved. 

“So, Klee, what song will you be learning next?” Albedo asked. His body shifted ever so slightly, inclined towards her.

“I want to learn piano next. Twinkle twinkle little star.” She replied, mouth still full of food, “Can we, y/n?” 

“Oh, really? But you looked particularly good at the ukulele, are you already done with it?” He frankly was a tad bit disappointed, he thought she looked especially cute when playing it, and thought he’d be able to see future performances with it. 

“Don’t worry. You can see Klee play ukulele more another time.” The young girl responded, “I just really really want to play the piano this time. It looks soooooo cool!” 

“You really do know me well, Klee” Albedo once again smiled.

There seemed to be no shortage of those that day. There also seemed to be no shortage of those same smiles the next time he dropped by for Klee’s next performance, which was as cute as the last. He supposed that it wouldn’t matter what she played, she'd still look adorable. However, he knew he still held a bit of bias to how her voice sounded when singing along to you or her playing the ukulele. Maybe it was because that was the instrument he had seen her playing first. The one he first witnessed you teach her, and the instrument out of size and cost convenience she bought to learn along with you, kicking off this new implicitly agreed on rendezvous.

Yes, he was quite fond of watching you play your other instruments. But the ukulele held a slightly different emotional weight to it, he figured it was also these little bits of bias held within the heart of a person that made them human. On days like these, any doubt of him being anything but, would fade away.

A/n: Please reblog :')

[i23kazu]

GENSHIN MEN AND THEM BEING OURAN HOSTS.

characters. diluc kaeya albedo subj 2 xiao x reader genre. cute fluff about them being hosts!! an. please reblog!! im getting back into writing and reblogs with tags and comments will make me want to write more :D

diluc – the cold, but reliable.

you glance at diluc as he carves a meticulously practiced smile for his guests, entertaining them and making them swoon at the gentle words he crafts for them alone. you silently watch as the multitude of students eagerly shove gifts into his arms — with a slight twinge of pride and happiness in you, knowing that the only gift he really wanted; at the end of the day – was anything from you. you loved how he kept each trinket from you in his room, displayed for all to see.

kaeya – the prince.

kaeya is a natural host, you think. his boisterous laugh in response to a guest echoes throughout the room, a natural call for eager-to-please women to cock their heads his way and giggle at the handsome man, giving him the attention he wanted. you look up from the two guests you were entertaining to look at your senior — a bright smile painted on a face that seemed to be a masterpiece of some fine artist.

albedo and subj two. – the twins

the twins were reluctant to join the club – hell, it was embarrassing. "the rhinedottr twins just entertain guests in their free time and cosplay!" yeah. eventually, kaeya's persistence and unwavering sincerity finally made up their mind and soon, the two of them met the others at music room three after school each day. meeting you in the host club was something that they had never expected, but, well.. it wasn't that bad, to be honest. you were a breath of fresh air.

xiao – the strong, silent one

looking over and after others, xiao acts as a comforting presence to all who surround him. people often trip over themselves for a chance to talk to him – because they know that he listens. he listens to those who rant about others, he listens to those who never had a chance to find someone who would just sit down and let them ramble, ramble, ramble on for the rest of the day.

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[k-zu]

i drop a 3 in ur ask box!! :3

( asesina ) by okills

you were a killer.

not a literal one, but albedo didn't have a better adjective to describe the strange phenomenon of his heart stopping everytime you came by.

killing was the way your smile seemed to be as bright as the sun but much warmer than what it's light could give in dragonspine; your voice, soothing mellifluous string of a melody that resonated deep in his brain; your eyes, two big stars creating a supernova of emotions that obliterated every coherent thought he would have. everything, absolutely everything about you was killing him, so he played indifference.

no, none of those aspects of you made him feel some type of way. he was a professional researcher skilled in the alchemy field and you definitely had been a –very– pretty distraction, but a distraction nonetheless. he couldn't admit he was utterly smitten with the way you carried himself. you were bad, and so cruel for making him feel this way.

so absolutely cruel he shouldn't feel any kind of remorse for accidentally hurting you, yet he did. he didn't want any tears falling out your eyes in such a beautiful day, actually, he didn't want to make you cry in any other day for that matter. but how would he explain that your presence was clouding his brain so much it unlocked a part of his heart he never thought he would have, the romantic meaning of a heart that people used to describe feelings.

he desperately tried to express it with words, audible and legible ones, both in which everything that could come out as a result would be "abstract: by examination of the effects a love confession can affect the psychological well-being of an individual-" but that didn't sound as genuine as he felt it right in the flesh. so he kissed them onto you, hoping you would catch the meaning of an impressionistic, swift and somewhat awkward touch of lips.

and if that wasn't enough the first time, he would try again.

ask game !! leave a number in my inbox and i'll shuffle my playlist that many times, i'll write a short fic based on the song it stops on !

[witch-hazels-musings]

Hi Hazel! Could I get a Protection Ritual for Albedo with frankincense, angelite, sandalwood and jasmine, please?

Frankincense (confidence), Angelite (gentleness, healing), Sandalwood (ceremony), Jasmin (love, sensuality) Albdeo x gn reader | Protection Ritual warning: fluff fluff fluff

The two of you walked across the stone bridge, beneath the stars that twinkled brightly above. The voices of Mond rose up behind you as you took each other's hands and let this moment melt into the fabric of the world.

"I told you people would show up," you hummed, head resting on his shoulder as you gazed at the people rushing by beyond the stone archway. Laughter and joy spilled through like rushing water.

"It would seem that I severely underestimated," Albedo said, his thumb running across the back of your hand.

"People love you."

"As they do you."

"Okay, they love us both. I'll admit to that." You turned your head and rested your chin on his shoulder, gazed into the face of the man who held so much of your heart.

It was impossible to think that almost two years ago you were being introduced to him. That the quiet, Chief Alchemist who spent most of his time in seclusion or providing a watchful, kind observation of his students would have found any interest in you.

You could remember that day like it was yesterday. Your bumbling introduction as a new member of the investigation team, your arms filled with every possible book, reference, or notebook you thought might be relevant on your first day. The awkward handshake with the composed alchemist, and the fixation of your gaze when he walked away.

If it weren't for you, you weren't sure the two of you'd be standing here right now.

Albedo cared for you, deeply, you knew this, but he seemed to struggle to show it. At first, you weren't even sure if his attentive support was any more than a good mentor guiding a rising pupil but in those quiet nights when the two of you worked alone, you began to read the gaze of his eyes, began to sense the feelings in the way he guided you through the research.

To others, it looked like work. Diligent, focused work, but to the two of you it was like a dance. Intricate, delicate, sensual. So you took the chance, the risk, and all the hypotheses you held in your heart proved perfectly true.

Albedo turned to you and shared in your smile. "Hi," you hummed.

"Hello," he said, his fingers running over your brow.

Anticipation, energy, and nerves bubbled in your stomach. The words you had been waiting to say tickled your tongue, formed in your mind but found difficulties on your lips.

It shouldn't.

This night was yours.

It was his.

You pressed your lips to his shoulder and hoped the action would force what lay beyond through. When you looked at him again, the words fell from your tongue like drops of sweet honey.

"Hello, Husband."

Albdeo's smile grew with unfettered joy as he cupped your face and whispered his love against your cheeks, your nose, softly in the corner of your eyes, and finally, delicately, against your beaming lips.

"Hello, my darling, my love, my life," he confessed while the church bells chimed in the final hours of your wedding day.

Thaumaturgy Anthology (October 11-13, 2024)

This event is based on spells and rituals. Inspiration does not equal understanding; liberties have been taken. All content is owned by Witch Hazels Musings, theft of these images and stories will result in immediate action.

[simonisferal]

Underneath the Christmas Lights pt. 1

mondstadt genshin men x gn reader (aether, diluc, venti, albedo, kaeya)

— how they keep you warm while shopping w you on Christmas Eve—

aether —

you were out shopping with him since your ass decided to wait last minute. he didn't bother trying to convince you to not do it next year (it was inevitable) but instead took a seat for the chaotic ride.

he watched you run around shops and plazas, looking for what'll be the 'best' gift for your friends and family.

eventually you bought everything and he helped you carry some stuff as you two walked on the lively street. the trees had lights around them, the shops were bright and colorful and aether saw your eyes sparkle.

your face was red as your ears and your hands trembled underneath the cold atmosphere. he sighed, no one is as irresponsible as you...

you pointed to decorations on the street for aether to see but there was no commentary. you turn to him, his hand already extended for you to grab his pair of gloves.

"huh?"

aether takes off his precious scarf, the one his beloved sister gave him many Christmases ago and wraps it around you. "i'm making sure you aren't cold. i never expected you to be so irresponsible..." he laughs at the last bit.

diluc —

he was such a gentleman! he carried all of the bags from gifts you bought carefully as he watched you scurry around. he didn't say anything about your childishness but let you be you.

you asked him plently about the gifts like you needed his opinion. he would respond with what you wanted to hear (unless it was absolutely garbage and let you down easily) and you didn't know the difference.

you finished shopping with his input and instead of letting you go bankrupt , diluc offers to pay for you!

he walked behind you, carrying everything that was humanly possible, leaving almost nothing for you to hold. you wandered on the street, pointing at random things like decorations and possible gifts.

your arm shook, maybe because you weren't wearing a coat and diluc puts down all the gifts he was carrying.

he takes off his coat and before you know it, he had already wrapped the warm cloth around your figure. he cleared his throat.

"you were gonna freeze to death, now come on. let's go." he picks up the bags he placed and continues walking.

venti —

he, like you, also decided to wait last minute to shop for gifts. you both run around the shopping center like your life depended on it, occasionally exchanging gifts because it was easier that way.

you would see him in stores beside you and only wave a small 'hello' before quickly leaving and searching for another present.

the shopping spree ends with you and venti carrying a ton of bags on each hand. you two are both panting and exhausted (as well as your credit card since venti's got declined halfway).

on the way out of the mall, you notice cute decorations and mellow shops that just scream bankruptcy. venti acknowledges them too but doesn't want you to spend any more of (y)our money and persuades you to leave the building.

it was cold outside, which affected you more than it did him. he was fully dressed: a pair of mittens, earmuffs, a teal scarf, and even a lively cape. you on the other hand wasn't even bothered to put on a jacket. venti decided to make this his problem.

he stopped you before you even reached the mall's parking lot, setting down both of you guys' presents and taking off all of his warm clothing (besides the goofy cape).

he puts it all on you messily but you can appreciate the sentiment. "there! now you're all nice and cozy."

albedo —

he never had the time to go out shopping, nevertheless he always wanted to. klee managed to convince him to go with you (she cried), since she wanted more than the occasional five gifts from her mother and him.

he let you run around the streets but to an organized manner. he helped plan out your routes so shopping would be faster.

when you finish shopping for your friends and family (and klee), he didn't carry as much as the others would, simply carrying the cargo you couldn't. albedo didn't really mind it though.

you were panting and whining that the bags are heavy but the male simply ignored your words, watching your breath turn into fog in the cold weather.

he wasn't naturally cold nor did he mind the cold so seeing you shiver and carry over a hundred pounds of presents made him a bit protective of you.

albedo taps your shoulder and takes off his jacket. your jaw dropped (and so did the gifts) when he placed it around you gently.

he picked up the gifts you dropped, not bothering to give them back. "you weren't made for the cold, so there. let's go home now."

kaeya —

he had already completed shopping last month but wanted to follow along on your adventure. he also wanted to see want you'd buy him, his nosy ass.

he snooped around your bags when you weren't looking, secretly interested in what you were getting other people. he didn't mind you running around the stores as long as he can keep up.

he offered to pay for your gifts in exchange for a present. he was already getting one but just to make sure. he carried a little bit less than you, his back had already been hurting and he didn't want to make it worse (also to look like a trophy husband).

you walk with him down the street admiring the decorations that shop keepers put their heart and soul to putting into. kaeya watches you from his one eye and smiles as you wander around.

he attempted to hold your hand but instead saw the shivers you let out. your ears and cheeks were also red. he sighs, leading you to turn around.

"kaeya?" you ask, only seeing your buddy taking off his fluffy cape. he wraps it around you, the fur brushing against your cheek and he looks at you with small hearts in his eyes.

"what? can't handle the cold? now hurry along, dear."

[mondaymelon]

₊⊹ 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 ♡. | genshin!various x gn!reader

「 "𝐚𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐩…"」

— in which you kiss him ... accidentally, and indirectly.

𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 — kazuha, gaming, FREMINET, THOMA, KAVEH, chongyun, gorou

— "Ah, wrong cup."

It's a warm morning, yet the shade of the light canopy of trees provides ample comfort. At your words, however, the amicable conversation halts. Gingerly, you place his cup back on its saucer, uttering a quiet apology. "Sorry, sorry..."

Ugh, a quiet moment with someone you'd been pining after for ages, and you likely just sabotaged any chance you had. Making someone uncomfortable is surely not a way to have someone fall head over heels for you. You cautiously glanced upwards, catching the sight of... something you didn't expect...!?

He hid in his hand, raised and flush against his face. It was rather insufficient in the whole "hiding" department, however, for you could still clearly see the fluster on his features and the red cast across the tips of his ears. Just above the cover of his fingers were his eyes, hurriedly averted from yours. His mouth was slightly ajar, but in the moments that passed, his lips moved to form whispers you couldn't quite catch.

You stood, frantic. Really, every one of your plans was going awry. "I'm sorry! I, I'll go get you a new cup-"

"He caught his hand in his before you could fully depart, clutching it tightly. His usually cool skin was warm. "N, No, I- It's fine..."

He watched your face brighten with relief as you sat back down, completely cheery again, and released a breath quietly.

Ah, how was he supposed to tell you that the mere sight of your lips touching where he had put his made his heart skip a beat?

— It simply wasn't fair.

𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 — HEIZOU, KAEYA, CHILDE, venti, ayato, LYNEY

— "Wait, let me try..."

Word had gotten around of a new drink, supposedly "the best in all of teyvat"... naturally, that called for a timely visit. It didn't exactly matter who you went with, though who were you fooling, it did, and he'd been the first one that came to mind when you were drafting a letter. Now, he stood by your side, leisurely swinging his arms while he walked and smiling smugly.

The reason? The moment you reached into your pocket to fish out your wallet to pay the fee for two drinks, you'd found your pockets empty, and that's where he had swooped in, graciously handing over his mora instead. The moment the two of you exited the vicinity of the drink stall, however, he somehow materialized your wallet once more and placed it in your hands with a cat-like grin. That little... you'd be sure to treat him to a meal sometime soon, a favor like that couldn't just be gone unpaid.

...That, and it was a convenient excuse to spend another outing with him.

"Hey, you got the limited edition flavor? C'mon, give me just a sip..." You beamed when he handed said drink down towards you, taking a sip from his straw — until you realized just what you'd done, of course.

It wasn't like it was something dire, not by any means. You were rather the romantic, and the fact that... well, hadn't the two of you just kissed indirectly?

You didn't voice your thoughts, only meekly retreated after handing the bottle back to him, growing even more flustered when your fingers brushed against his in the process. He seemed to hear them, however, and a smirk made its way onto his lips.

"Oh, don't tell me you were aiming for an indirect kiss all along?"

"W- No!" Ugh, that twinkle in his eyes was dangerous. It's easy to see that he doesn't believe you in the slightest. Yet, before you can dispense another rebuttal, he reaches a hand up to your hair and makes a mess of it.

— "Aha, who knew you were so sly~"

𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 — alhaitham, XIAO, albedo, diluc, neuvillette

— "Is something wrong?"

Well, not exactly "wrong", per se. Instead, there was definitely something wrong with you in particular.

The situation started off like any other would. You found the man in his usual place, and greeted him with a smile, to which he nodded in response. He was a busy person, so you'd decided to take the initiative and make him a boxed lunch, only planning to give it to him and then let him carry on with whatever tasks he needed to complete — only... hey, wasn't it too out of character of him to ask you to feed him??

He glanced up at you, his head subconsciously tilting to the side. Just with that simple movement, a figurative arrow struck your heart. "If it's too much trouble, nevermind-"

You awkwardly coughed into your fist, trying to disperse any awfully hopeful thoughts of "hey, isn't this so romantic!?" in your head — yearning for him was one thing, but projecting your imagination of him would be another entirely. "No, it's fine- I was just caught off guard, is all..." At this point, you were more so convincing yourself than him. You dipped your head in a nod to yourself. Of course, he was so swamped with duties that he couldn't spare the time to feed himself, that was the case, wasn't it?

"Here, open wide..." You took a portion of the food and lifted it up to his lips, and he ate it agreeably. Hamster. He's like a hamster, a thought you really shouldn't be having considering how his disposition was, but seeing him swiftly chewing the portion in his cheeks... you cleared your throat, only to flinch with a start upon realizing he'd taken the utensils from you. Now, he held some of the lunch up to you, gesturing it to your mouth.

"Eh, but this is for you-" You declined, yet the insistence in his gaze only grew.

"You brought it for me, so you should have some as well."

"Well... alright," not willing to bother with an argument you were not likely to win, you ate what he hovered before you gratefully, trying to ignore the way he was staring at you as you ate.

W, Wait, hold on, isn't that the same cutlery he used-

"Your face is red. Did you choke? Here, let me-"

"No, it's just that- we, just now- ah, it's nothing."

— "Mhm."

( a/n ) new post format and its silly ( i hate everything about this ) :stareyes: ahahah anyways. trying to revive myself so. you guys get ( poorly cooked ) food :>

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⠀「 Waking him up in the middle of the night, asking for food 」 

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trying out a different format for content when im strapped for time lmao

"Babe." You nudge him in the shoulder with a finger. His arms are wrapped around you, asleep with his face half-buried in the pillow. He doesn't respond the first time, merely twitching slightly, so you try again with more force. "Babe," you say with more urgency, and he grumbles under his breath, rousing from sleep.

"What?" he asks, voice raspy.

"'m hungry," you tell him quietly, whispering not to break the tranquility of the night.

"What?" He leans closer, and your eyes narrow.

"I'm hungry. Food please," you tell him, louder this time.

He grumbles under his breath, burying his face further into the pillow, ignoring you. His hands tighten around you so much that you nearly squeak. You gasp, affronted, and keep poking his shoulder until he finally gives in.

"You're lucky i love you," he mumbles into the pillow. With a tired groan and a glare tossed your way, he releases you and tosses the blanket off of himself. He pulls on his slippers, runs his hand through his hair, still swearing, and stands. He turns back to you, a hand outstretched to help you out of the sheets, and you grin at him victoriously.

"Fine, what do you wanna eat, you menace?" He asks around a yawn, tired, but too tightly wound around your finger to actually ever tell you no.

— Wriothesley, Alhaitham, Cyno, Scaramouche / Wanderer, Xiao, Childe

He wakes up a little bit more at your request, blinking once or twice. He frowns at you, glancing at the clock on the wall, before levelling you with an exasperated stare. "At this hour?" he asks dryly. "It couldn't wait until breakfast?"

You shake your head resolutely. "Nope. I don't think I'll be able to sleep."

He sighs, but doesn't contest further, instead pressing a kiss to your cheek, and then one to your lips. "You're so spoiled," he says it fondly though, and you beam up at him. Because really, when it comes to him, you definitely are. He slips out of bed. "I'll make you that toast that you like, okay?" he asks, and you nod enthusiastically, already clambering out of the sheets after him.

— Kaveh, Diluc, Neuvillette, Kazuha, Ayato, Albedo, Kaeya, Thoma, Zhongli