#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

[micheya]

Albedo x reader | mindlessly in love

Albedo x reader (no pronouns mentioned)

Synopsis: A short one on Albedo mindlessly realising he has feelings for you (at the time of writing this i hadn't had an ending and cut it abruptly into a drabble)

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"Ah..." Albedo murmurs

"Does big brother Albedo miss Y/n?"

It was almost a bit silly. How such a nation proclaimed genius had taken so long to come to such a simple conclusion. His figure paused mid pour of one liquid in a flask to another, his lips open ever so slightly in the realisation.

By then he was alone in his lab again, Klee down in Mondstadt, surely by now with you, rambling with glee to you her new favourite sister. Something about you being a part of the family. Something about how much he loves you. How much he wants to marry you.

"Oh dear..."

Hhis eyes close for a moment, in response to his own flustering thoughts, he had hoped Klee hadn't spoken anything of the sort to you, but the child had lose lips, and a surprisingly sharp intuition. To think he'd even stand a chance of secrecy with a girl who sows explosions in every step she takes was just impractical. His cheeks seemed to increase ever so slightly in temperature yet again.

"Hm," a sound of nonchalant realisation left his lips, looking down to what should have been his notes for his current experiment he figured he'd have to redo them yet again, "I think I'll take a walk." He hoped the bite of the cold would clear his head, and the mental rest would bring him back to focus. He couldn't be giving Timaeus and Sucrose notes filled with sketches of you.

"Albedo!" You unconsciously smiled. He hadn't meant to take an entire trek down the mountain, he was meant to only clear his head, not find his way to you. "Big brother Albedo!" Klee giggled from your back, her broad smile matching yours, almost as if filled with lo- "Ahem" he coughed, he supposed he'd might as well make the most of his time with you two.

[nethercomfies]

🌼 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.

[dat-bruv-person]

albedo x reader but angst

✶ the mountain.

a/n: I almost forgot I had tumblr haha sorry about that :(

gn!reader, poc!reader friendly <3

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"He's still working? Oh, thank you very much, Sucrose. I'll be sure to get back home safely - bye now~" You called to your boyfriend's assistant as you made your way down the mountain; she was such a sweet little thing, so shy and pretty too. It was about the 8th time this week that you'd come up to see Albedo. You went up Dragonspine in the morning and again in the afternoon, for four days straight. You wanted to see your boyfriend, but he'd been so busy. You were busy too, you were a Knight of Favonius, but you were never this busy as he was. What was he doing? He stopped sending you letters, stopped passing on messages through Timeous... you felt so down. So... empty. Where was he when you needed him?

Days turned into weeks, and you couldn't do it anymore - you were depressed and in a constant state of wanting to see your boyfriend, to talk to him for just a bit. Honestly, ghosting your s/o when they were going through a depressive episode? That's not you, Albedo.

You resorted to going out with Rosaria and Kaeya for a drink. Alcohol reeked in the air, but you met a friendly bard! He was really funny and quite good-looking. He seemed to know everything about you and sang beautiful songs for you about your life. It was enough to put you in good spirits for the night. Only for the night. You'd wake up again and remember that Albedo was still up in the mountains, only doing Celestia knows what, whilst you worked your ass off as a Knight. Maybe you didn't exist to him.

Still, you wanted to make this work, give him some space, and hope for the best. You weren't going to go back to the drawing board just yet.

[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 !!

[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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[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.

[jhuzen]

workload [gn. reader]

you are just so done with your workload and your acolytes seem to notice it :)). is this me hoping fontaine will be kind of like my favorite lawyer game just at least character-wise? yes. will it happen? no lmao. descender reader because i am slowly in love with world building for u hehe. also, genshin men ofc ofc.

𐂂 mondstadt ver.

For some reason, despite finding yourself seated at the throne as this world’s overseer and caretaker, you couldn’t find yourself to let go of your job in your own world. You were a defender of justice, someone who stood by the innocent and defended them fiercely and someone who prosecuted against the criminals mercilessly. Suffice to say, Focalors was more than pleased to know the kind of job you’ve taken on in your home world.

Your beloved acolytes have tried to tell you to not trouble yourself any further now that you’ve descended. You can finally kick back and relax, and opt to just enjoy and bask in the company of the people you’ve taken care of in behalf of the primordial one. And you loved them dearly and wished to honor their requests, but your world is a legal justice mess and as one of the leading figures back in your home, you wanted to fight for it.

However, at the moment, things have quelled and you took it upon yourself to get involved with small-time cases, taking on minuscule legal advising. But then you got bored and started taking in moderate leveled cases.

And you should’ve known. In your years of living, you of all people should have known. Even Yanfei herself hated it when you engaged into some mundane chats with her about your work.

You shouldn’t have taken a civil case — one that begets many more problems that you actually felt the need to flee into Teyvat for some solace while you sort out this case that you’ve taken up on.

And unbeknownst to you, some of your devoted acolytes have noticed the number your case is doing to you.

𐂂

Albedo

He sympathizes with you greatly when he finds you suddenly curled up into a not so ergonomic position in your swivel chair while you glared at your papers. He was sure if you can shoot lasers out of your eyes (which apparently exists in the other worlds you’ve visited), the paper would’ve been burnt to crisp.

He’s one of the leading figures in Mondstadt too as the trusty Chief Alchemist and the Captain of the Knights of Favonius’ Investigation team, so he understands when sometimes you hit a dead end with your cases which causes you to groan and mope around.

Albedo visits your one of your many humble offices that’s local to Mondstadt when he catches wind of your arrival. It doesn’t take much guesswork when people in Mondstadt start to become more lively should he descend from his lab in the mountains. And well, it’s a privilege to indulge in your presence so freely, so he always makes time to visit you if his research allows enough free time. And besides, you’re always reassuring him that he’s welcome to visit no matter when.

So when he sees your obviously distressed figure, he had to brave through his struggles in social interactions and serve you instead unlike the way you do to him when you welcome his presence in your office.

He’s a smart man, of course he picks up on how you make tea for him and yourself and he does so with so much care and regard for your belongings. He does it without so much as speaking to you, knowing that in times like these, you prefer to initiate the conversations. And he waits until you’ve finally pulled your head out of that spiraling turmoil.

You blew into the tea that Albedo had graciously made you, picking up the scent that you loved so much — it was a tea all the way from Liyue, and you always managed to get the first few shipments. The papers that you tried so hard to burn with just your irritated stare laid flat on your desk.

“Thank you, dear,” you crooned softly, eyes looking towards your current guest, who sat on the cushy pillows of your sofa chair. “Should I put you up as my official tea maker? You’ve done a far better job than I usually do.” Your laughter echoed in the room and Albedo could only take it in with a small smile.

He knows your words were a mere jest, but for you, he would. He would travel a hundred miles from his laboratory down to your quaint little office in the city just to make you one.

“Have I managed to life your spirits up then, Your Benevolence?” He asked, both a tad playful with a smidge of hope for your approval.

You only nodded with a small satisfied smile, “Yes, it’s what I need, actually. Thank you again, Albedo,” the way his name rolled off your tongue so smoothly almost made him shudder in delight — it was a nice feeling, to hear you speak his name with so much care. “I have been feeling under the weather because of this case, actually.” You admitted with a solemn sigh and he listened.

“May I ask what kind of case is burdening you, Your Benevolence?” Finally did Albedo move from his spot from the couch as he headed to the chairs that were placed just in front of your desk, his eyes catching a glimpse of the many excerpts.

“It’s this god awful civil case,” you answered with another loaded sigh, shifting to much better position in your chair as you slid the papers to his side with one hand. “A complaint between two neighbors arguing over a plot of land. Normally, things like these are easy, only that both of them are siblings and have decided sharing is out of the question. It caused a whole lot more problems.”

Albedo didn’t know much about these kinds of things, provided that often the things he investigates don’t fall into these categories — not to mention, if he didn’t insist that you teach him your world’s language, it would’ve been over for him the instant he read your case file. It was foreign to him, but curiosity (and the time he could spend with you) quickly won him over. He looked at you through his lashes, blue eyes glimmering with unfiltered want.

“Would you mind if I lend my assistance, Your Benevolence? I might be able to help you find a solution,” he proposed. He was confident enough in understanding the legal terms written in your world’s language, and the fact that he is an investigator grants him an advantage in having a keen eye.

And perhaps, he looked for a chance to endorse you his prowess in giving thoughtful insights, returning the way you would do the same when you accompanied him in his laboratory as he did his experiments. Those were the times he cherished more than anything, truly. Sometimes, he would even hear the exploits of your worlds’ scientists as you call them, and they often clash with the mages of your world.

Your world was fascinating, and if he could have a little taste of where you came from through aiding you, he would do so with little to no hesitation.

You blinked and met his gaze, surprised, “Eh? Ah… well, I suppose I don’t mind. But I don’t want to take you away from your research.”

“I’m not in the middle of one at the moment,” he said much too quick for his liking and much to your amusement. He feigned a cough, so obviously fake (but you thought it was adorable), “However, if I’m not needed, then…”

Your hand quickly gained a mind of its own as it chased after his fleeing one, grasping his hand so softly, “Dear, who said you aren’t needed? I already said I don’t mind, didn’t I?” Your prodding grin was enough to fluster the alchemist a little, or was it your hand on his that’s stirring such reactions within him? “Please, stay and help me.”

“Your Benevolence… you didn’t have to… beg.”

The way your eyes shone with such mirth and amusement only had Albedo gripping on the teacup’s handle even more, afraid to drop it as his hand trembled.

𐂂

Diluc

He may not know what it’s like to be in your position, but he sure can recognize what a person looks like when stress decides to hit them deep. Truly even beings from other world (aka you) cannot escape the wrath of a tedious workload.

Well, as someone greatly revered across the land of Teyvat, Diluc also held some form of admiration and respect towards you and it does bother him to see you in shambles.

You first expressed your distress to him when you decided to drop by the tavern he owned and had to down a couple of kegs just to feel numb to the stress you’re currently drowning in. It was concerning, considering not even the drunkard bard could measure up to the amount of drinks you had to down. But just before he sold out on his drinks, you opted to stop and paid him, grumbling on and on about having no other choice but to face the music.

He couldn’t offer anything at first but the alcohol you consumed, but he did make sure that should you visit the next time and had been feeling the same thing, he would do his best of his abilities to console you, no matter how outside it is within his actions and character.

Diluc’s preparations entailed much stronger wine (he doesn’t quite approve of your methods but he can understand, he has met too any patrons that just want to forget about their problems), a favorite food that he may or may not have tried to master with the help of Adelinde, and a couple of soothing aromatics to aid you. And little did he know, you would come back much sooner.

It was a lucky timing, really, when suddenly Diluc heard the scrambling of feet down on the main hall of his winery. He was currently in his office, and while he often took note of the shipments of ingredients from the other nations, he didn’t particularly remember any scheduled at the moment that could have caused this commotion.

Diluc debated between coming down to check on the fuss or to continue his paperwork, and ultimately decided on the latter, looking back down on the many contracts of partnership offered to him by other successful businesses. Surely Adelinde could handle it.

It wasn’t until the said head maid knocked onto the smooth mahogany doors of his office that he looked up and gave her the green light. He looked up to see the head maid, rather flustered, obvious by the way her cheeks bloomed and her eyes shine in complete admiration — it certainly was unlike her, considering that she was usually composed and when she did express happiness, it was much more courteous and reserved.

“Master Diluc, I hope you can forgive the interruption of your work but,” she took a good deep breath as a smile came onto her face, “Their Benevolence has visited us and is in search of you…”

Diluc’s eyes widened at Adelinde’s words and while now her expression made sense, he couldn’t shake off the tiny sense of giddiness and excitement that flooded through his chest when Adelinde mentioned that you, the great overseer, pharos of Teyvat, is looking for him of all people. Still, he managed to steel his expressions and nodded a little.

“I will be down in a moment then, Adelinde,” his response was met with a bow from the head maid, who soon disappeared from behind the doors, probably off to give you a taste of Dawn Winery’s hospitality.

He effortlessly signed away on the route contract for some of the goods that he wanted to obtain from Natlan and promptly left his seat. He couldn’t resist the urge to brush off his coat and straighten his collar. He didn’t need much fixing, he wasn’t exactly running around a lot compared to his activities once nighttime hits.

Diluc didn’t waste time as he grabbed the newest brew, especially just for you and headed downstairs to see the business of Dawn Winery’s most trusted staff, trying to pamper you with all their might.

And it was as if you could feel him staring amidst the distracting bustling in front of you that you looked up at the ledge, exactly where he was peering from. You flashed him an inviting smile and waved him down graciously, he ignored the warm feeling in his chest and descended the staircase quick, and as if practiced, the moment he got to the bottom, everyone stood aside and waited for him to be seated by your side.

Diluc was used to occupying the head of the table, but somehow, seeing you in it with him beside felt oddly right.

“Diluc, dearest, my apologies for suddenly barging into your grand abode, I was… in need of some distraction,” your frown was quick to tug onto the strings of concern in his heart.

“It’s not something to apologize about, Your Benevolence, you must know that my staff and I are always set on welcoming you.” Diluc was thankful his voice didn’t crack. He was sure his throat clammed up with the way you referred to him as your dearest. “I suppose the night you spent at the tavern a few days ago was not enough?”

“I’m afraid so, dearest. Sometimes I wish I knew less. I just managed to unravel quite the secret from my client that made it inherently hard for me to defend him, quite a mongrel that creature is.” The light sneer from you gave everyone a shiver but somehow Diluc found it endearing. You lived up to your name as the benevolent caretaker and overseer, but the times that you would shake the ground with your anger was something not to yawn at.

Diluc figured it was now the time to show you the gift he had, “I figured as much, I should hope this would do it,” he presented the bottle to you — the glass bottle was definitely regal, befitting of your status, with golden accents and everything. “I should hope it’s strong enough for you. It’s enough to knock out a human in one glass. My testers made sure of that.”

Your laugh was a blessing in everyone’s ears, “Oh my! How thoughtful of you, Diluc! I should hope the men who had to succumb to the testing were given much compensation.” You took the bottle from him so gingerly and smiled. It was nice to see him make an effort for you. You took Diluc’s hand and gently removed the glove.

Diluc hoped his red enough hair could cover the way his ears also matched its color. Even more when he felt your lips ghost over his knuckles. A kiss so soft it felt like it was there but also not.

“You’ll have to excuse my lack of gift, dearest. Rest assured, I will compensate for it nicely.” The way your eyes sparked with complete mischief was enough to render him speechless.

𐂂

Kaeya

What? Even the overseer gets stressed? Can’t relate. Kaeya was sympathetic, but definitely wasn’t so gentle in consoling you. He teased you for even struggling when you’re the oh-so great overseer of Teyvat. And normally, anyone who would say that either from Teyvat or your own world, you would’ve called for your personal executioner to cut their head off.

But Kaeya was different he’s just quirky like that, he was the semblance of normalcy in the world where you were constantly greeted by flushed faces and stammering words. He even acted like one of your colleagues back in your home world, an absolute shameless flirt. He was, ironically enough, the piece of home in Teyvat.

Even so, he understood the pressure. He’s seen Jean experience it, and even with his coolheaded tendency, he wasn’t exactly safe from the clutches of overwhelming stress — especially when things get extremely hectic for the Knights of Favonius.

So he takes you out to drinks, accompanied sometimes by Rosaria or Venti. But even then, he figured it wasn’t much help when he realized your companions (including him) are long passed out before you could even get the light buzz. What’s the sense in drinking if there’s no company, after all.

So he decided for another approach to help you out. He decided to do it the sober way, and took you out shopping.

“Why in the many worlds am I paying if you said this was your treat?” You heaved a sigh. You knew Kaeya was loaded, you’ve been to his house before, it was the epitome of comfort (which often led you to your numerous visits day and night).

“Oh come now, Your Benevolence~” the cavalry captain purred with a grin, in his hand held the many shopping bags that you’ve procured in your trip, and the other occupied itself with your arm. “I saw you having quite the crisis so I merely suggested we shop.”

You looked at him with a bewildered expression, “No? I’m quite certain you said, ‘Come now, [Name], let’s go shopping, my treat,’ verbatim.”

“But is it not a treat for you to be with me?” Kaeya’s laughter roared when he saw an even more incredulous expression your pretty face morphed into.

“No, absolutely not.”

Kaeya snickered, it was truly an entertaining sight to behold. Somehow he managed to get on with you so well — perhaps it was the fact that you were open and more present despite your high status. He saw the way people adore you, children weren’t so afraid in approaching you (though that may have been just their childhood na��veté) and you lived as if you were one of them.

Quite like him, actually.

“You said you had way more money than you know what to do with!” Kaeya’s grin was relentless as he guided you through the streets of Mondstadt. It truly was a wonderful day. Wonderful enough to help you burn through your towering savings. “Don’t you have bigwig clients in your world? Ones that pay you a hefty sum?”

“Yes, I do, except you forget they’re from my world with its own currency,” your hand itched to pinch the bridge of your nose. “Our currency isn’t exactly like here in Teyvat. We don’t use mora, Kaeya, my beloved.”

Resisting the urge to croon at your endearment, he insisted his argument, he is not going to pay for this as it seems, or maybe he would, but relished in teasing you. “Ah, then why don’t we ask your beloved followers for more mora?” His grip on your hand tightened out of excitement as when he saw the way people gawked at the way you to looked right now. “Maybe we should tell them if they don’t give enough mora, your powers will fade!”

You of all people knew that was a far cry from the truth. You draw your power from your own world, but the people of Teyvat might just believe it. And you could only look at the captain with a begrudging face, “Beloved, I believe what you are suggesting is plain old extortion.” A wry smile made its way to your lips. “And if I do so, the primordial one may rise and absolutely obliterate me.” Though even that’s impossible.

“Ah, let’s not go there then, wouldn’t want to lose my favorite outlander now, no?”

“Hoh? And I thought the traveler was your favorite outlander.”

Kaeya shrugged haphazardly, he knew it didn’t matter to you. It was clear in his eyes that you too favored the traveler amongst all — he chalked it up to kinship between outlanders. But there’s no doubt that he was your favorite amongst the people living his world.

“Same old thing, Your Benevolence. I tell you they’re my favorite, I tell them you’re my favorite.” He was cool and collected when those words left his lips, already anticipating the adorable pout you’d use to humor his teasings.

His nonchalance soon ended when you opted to turn his little jest on him, “Great minds do think alike. It’s the same strategy I use for you and your brother.”

Kaeya swears, the sun grew a little hotter with the way your conniving smirk entered his line of vision and the way his bottom lip stuck out into a pout was a mere gesture of himself trying to wet his dry lips.

𐂂

Venti

Much like Kaeya, the bard was quick to realize that getting you to drink your problems away was futile. He already woke up in your abode in Mondstadt, on your soft plush bed to be specific (which he definitely did not thoroughly indulge in) and found out that you were still sober when you carried him back home. (He also thinks something happened, but you refused to show it despite the way your eyes twinkled knowingly).

Of course after rolling around in your bed and wrapping himself with your blankets as tight as he could with a content smile on his face, and also marveling your things, some of them he didn’t recognize because of its sheer alienness, he decided to look for you.

And he found you just about ready to perish with how troubled you looked at the papers. He’s seen Jean already struggle and even see Kaeya complain about the nature of these troublesome paperworks. How glad was he that he was the God of Freedom, even from paperworks. Hah. He asks with a smile what’s troubling you, and even though you brush off his concerns, he offers to help with no promise of success.

He was right not to promise success when a completely different set of language and characters entered his sight when you slide him the bane of your existence at this very moment. He quickly handed it back to you and promised to be back with your favorite meal.

Except he decided to take it one step further instead of just bringing it to your study and let you work with the company of him and his food. He did a little math — if he could add himself and his food and subtract your abhorrent workload in the form of case files, it equaled into a nice outing at Starsnatch Cliff.

The soft winds of the high cliff caressed your face gently. You were quite sure the Anemo Archon himself had a hand on this kind of breeze but you didn’t mind. You appreciated the calming effect it had on you. A breeze so caring can only be a luxury in your mess of a world, especially when the carriers of your world’s winds perished at the hands of the high order of the blessed ones.

But that was a story to tell for another time. It was truly why you greatly enjoyed staying in Teyvat, uncaring of your sudden disappearances in your cruel, cruel world. Despite the fact that you know there’s trouble brewing underneath this world that you oversaw in behalf of the primordial one, you for now appreciated the peace.

Venti had to wrestle you away from your case files and even had to make sure you didn’t sneak in a couple pages of it in your person. You liked his adamance in you being away from work, and even you had to admit defeat. You’d like to have your sanity intact until the day of your client’s trial, thank you very much.

The blanket you laid on protected you from the grass and helped Venti bring out the many snacks he had either snagged from your pantry or make himself. Of course, he couldn’t resist but tuck inside a little bottle of the intoxicating elixir he found in your cabinet.

“Truly the view from this height never ceases to amaze me,” your smile was serene and content, and all that Venti could ever ask for. “And the breeze is so fresh and invigorating, certainly something the people of my world would die to have.”

Venti has heard of the tragic tale of what happened to your world… and was overcome with great sadness when you reveal the concept of freedom only exists to people like you, influential and highly powerful, and oh, the great element he embodied ceased. He once joked it must’ve been like Mare Jivari, but ultimately regretted it when you said it was getting close to it.

So he made sure your visits in his land would be filled with love-filled breeze, kisses from the gentle wind that he himself would deliver. A great god you are, an overseer and an ally of Teyvat’s creator, beloved by all, and yet you lived in a place filled with suffering and it did not sit right with the archon who advocated for a near hedonistic approach.

“Your Benevolence, if given the chance, would you stay here in the world that you oversaw?”

Your smile was breathtaking and ironically, almost knocked the wind out of Venti, “Of course. In my many years of overseeing other worlds, none has captured my heart quite like Teyvat.” Your gaze dug into him and he relished in it, loving the way you couldn’t let him out of your sight.

“Would you stay in my land then?” Venti’s smile was coy and prying this time, a boyish charm in his aura sparked up. “There’d be no shortage of the breeze you long in your world~!” He coos his offer to you.

“Is my songbird becoming greedy?” You returned the smile with your own playful one, “How unprofessional! Though coupled with your sweet songs, you might just give every archon a run for their mora. I cannot say no to the luxury of freedom either, I suppose~”

You just knew what to say, didn’t you? Somehow Venti found himself sitting up straight, eager and leaning towards you, aching to hear more of your approval, the way you sing your sweet praises to him, to his land and his people — to Mondstadt and its history, your appreciation for him that’s more than the rest. He wanted all of it.

You took a hash brown from your plate of delicacies and inched the food near him, Venti quickly took the offer and took a bite out of your offer, humming his gratitude with an easy smile. No doubt if people were to see the sight, he would be the envy, being hand fed by the being they all worship just as much as the creator and the archons.

But it wasn’t your actions that he found unfair and addicting, but the words that left your lips soon after.

With a soft gaze that could rival any god that claimed to be so benevolent and kind, you spoke to him with such unreachable vulnerability, “My most treasured songbird, Barbatos, I could not be more thankful for the freedom your land and people have given me in each of my visits. I should hope on the day the blessed ones have laid upon my own judgment, that you accept me with your loving breeze.”

Venti’s heart raced as you lay your heart open for him. He does not know the tales of your life fully, and does not know how fate will come upon you, but all he knows for certain, that as a god who worships you, he could never forsake you.

[feralbreadx]

albedo and rubedo do not need to live rent free in my head 24/7 because i have so many ideas for them it’s scary.. LIKE im crying because i get ideas from even the cringiest of things.. like rejecting ? boom fanfic idea. i’m even getting so tempted to make headcamnons on dating both fo them sobs and most of them are male and gn + maybe trans ( ftm )… reader PLEASE HELP ME i’m even getting sagau ideas.. there’s so many hollled up in my brian if feels like it’s gonna explode hekp

SOMEONE SAVE ME FROM THIS MADNESS

i can’t stop thinking about them..

[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 !