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[i23kazu]

mutuals part 2

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[chamomileteahouse]

He's Homesick

❇ pairing: Diluc, Kaeya, Zhongli, Childe, Thoma, and Kazuha x reader (individual)

❇ summary: When they miss you

❇ category:  fluff

It isn’t hard to long for your touch, not when Diluc sets forth for his travel away from Monstadt, leaving you behind in the winery. It’s strange to not have you beside him, leaning on his shoulder, peacefully sleeping under the Tevyat night sky. He rereads your letters whenever he misses your voice, a small smile would find itself on his face when he reads “I love you.”

Kaeya eagerly waits for your letters to arrive at the doorsteps of the Favonius Headquarters. You’ve been so busy with studying in the academy in Sumeru, only finding a little bit of free time to write to your cavalry captain, but don’t fret, the next time something arrives at the doorstep, it would be something—someone—other than a letter.

When the glaze lilies are in full bloom, Zhongli stops to admire them before he plucks a few for himself. It’s been so long, he reminisces. The old god has not been a stranger to this overwhelming feeling of longing and remembrance, but this time he doesn’t hurt, this time he is content. The archon places the bouquet of glaze lilies upon a stone mound. He always knew you loved those flowers.

He’s homesick. It’s normal for Childe to set out on long missions, but this time he can’t help but miss Snezhnaya. He misses the misty cold wind that dances with the crystallized leaves of pine, the frozen lakes, and the small tender kisses you place on his cheeks when you happily wrap a red scarf around his neck.

Because of the Sakoku decree, it has been years since Thoma has seen you. He wonders if you still liked tucking asters on your hair, going to the good hunter, or even listening to that bard sing in front of the cathedral, and mostly he also wonders if you missed him too. He hopes to hop on the next boat just to see you again.

Kazuha remembers you through the spring breeze flowing through his hair, the scent of flowers of a foreign land filling his nostrils, it makes him feel an intense feeling of longing for something familiar. For someone familiar. He only hopes you’d be back in the docks of Inazuma waiting for him to return from his travels.

[scarasun]

give your mutuals a color and genshin boy/ girl you think would go well with them, or or, if this is easier, say what genshin character reminds you of them the most!

buckle up, moots! you're in for a wild ride! i've used a hex code color picker to choose your colors (and to kind of make it a surprise), so you can go to this website here, and plug in your codes!

🌹🌹🌹 @ataraxyystories : color: (B4EECD) genshin character: in terms of general vibes, probably sucrose or collei! although you remind me more of collei in terms of personality now that i think about it, because you're fun to be around and very passionate about the things you like! :3

@radishsoups : color: (EFD0FF) genshin character: kokomi! i think one of your earliest themes on your blog was kokomi-inspired. in terms of who i think your personality reminds me of,,,probably yunjin! i feel like you're very graceful and polite, but you have a cheeky side.

@kaneaken : color: (A149CE) genshin character: sucrose for sure!!! i feel like you're kind of shy (in an endearing way) but still very lovable! you also remind me of ei!!! for some reason i feel like you love sweets(??) correct me if im wrong

@albenyx : color: (F8D78D) genshin character: ALBEDOOOO because he's your entire theme. i actually sat for a while trying to remember what your theme was before you changed it (it was kazuha right??). in terms of personality,,,hu tao?? you give me prankster vibes (in a good way) and i think you know how to vibe with just about anyone.

@chamomileteahouse : color: (FF8364) genshin character: so we haven't talked much but kazuha!!! mostly because your whole theme is about him. i also feel like you remind me of thoma??? it's a long drawn out explanation i've made up in my head but i feel like since your theme is based on a tea house, and thoma is a great chef,,,it kind of just clicks, you know? plus his color scheme is red so i think it works.

@scarahours : color: (2A5BBF) genshin character: so we haven't talked much either but i instantly knew who i was gonna pick for you: scaramouche. literally because of the url. but personality-wise, i think you might be a chill person, but you don't like being provoked?? so because of that i think you might fit yelan really well.

🌹🌹🌹

it's late here but hopefully i did everyone justice! love yall!

[withloveajaxx]

2K SERIES ANNOUNCEMENT

— SUMMARY: when childe passes and roams all of teyvat as a spirit to bid his final goodbye to you, he discovers that you're healing by happily loving another man, diluc ragnvindr. in a story of love and moving on, childe comes to realize that in losing him, you've found love, happiness, comfort, and most importantly, yourself in another. would he be fine with that?

— FEATURING: childe x reader x diluc

— NOTE: first series omg yayyy ^^ i made this as a celebration of 2,000 followers on this account and also to test my writing abilities but i hope you guys still find this interesting!! for my improvement, any comments on this series and how i write it are greatly appreciated hehe. thank you all again for helping me reach such an amazing milestone and i hope you enjoy this <3

CHAPTERS

PROLOGUE: last wish

CHAPTER I: lost child

to be added...

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FAULT LINES

TO: @hamayumis

gemstone. ayato + onyx

genre/warnings. angst, arguing, implied that reader is shorter than ayato, mentions of war.

PART OF TEYVAT GEMOLOGY.

Kamisato Ayato has always lived life the same way gamblers do: recklessly. But not without reason – Recklessness on its own is foolhardy. Calculated recklessness is a game.

Being the heir to a noble clan, Ayato has always been taught that certainty breeds victory. Having control over every piece on the chessboard guarantees his win, knowing the cards in his opponents hands is the most desired situation. This is the route he's been taught to take, the route that keeps him safe. Certainty breeds victory. Always predict the movement of your enemies, always know and hear everything.

(Always be right.)

But despite the best efforts of his parents and tutors and clan, Kamisato Ayato grew up to be a child who gambled with fate – Tipping the scales to his enjoyment, showing his hand while concealing his bluffs. Each dice roll across the board is a stroke of excitement, each pawn taken down is a wave of satisfaction.

The day you storm into his study, with your blood and grime and mud stained armour, Ayato realises that his meddling and gambling with the game of fate might become his undoing.

“How dare you! How dare you, Kamisato Ayato!”

“My, my, aren’t we spirited today.” he greets, fingers brushing against the flower arrangement by the windowsill.

“We were on the cusp of victory,” you snarl, “I was on the cusp of victory. How dare you pull me from my post!"

Ayato turns towards the window, “Victory is a variable, my dear. There was no guarantee that you were going to win that battle. Reinforcements from Fort Fujitou could have reached the plains a minute quicker or the fatigue could have spread within your own camp earlier than you anticipated.”

He hears your padded feet storm towards him. He wants to turn around, he wants to take you into his arms and just breathe but your laboured breaths echo in the silence of his study and Ayato can see the fault lines forming with each second that passes.

You heave in a breath. The air in the room shifts. He feels the dip, the ebb and flow of energy, power, divinity as your visions collide with each other. Ayato knows, if he were to turn around now, he would come face to face with Inazuma's Shikigami General.

"My duty lies with the people, with Inazuma and its sanctity. You have never been to the frontlines, you have not fought in this war or in any war. Wars are not won from the comfort of a study nor are they won in a gamble – War is won when the soldiers believe in their leader, when they are certain that their commander will bring them home to their husbands and wives and children."

You pause then. A beat passes. And then he hears you whisper. "I was their certainty. Kamisato Ayato, you have sent my men to their graves."

"I have done no such thing," he says, "General Kujou is at the frontlines as well and she is one of the most accomplished military officers currently in service."

"Kujou Sara is honorable but she will not be able to win that battle."

"And neither would you."

(Another shift. Another dip. The pendant between your shoulder blades flares.)

"You don't know that! You may think you know all the cards but you don't! I could have done it, I could have conquered Fort Fujitou!"

"Dearest."

"Don't call me that. Don't call me that when you have insulted and demeaned my position. I am a general of the imperial army before I am anything to you!"

A cord snaps. The axis of his vision shifts from the scenery outside the window to your surprised eyes, still brimming with hurt. He hears the gasp leave you, hears the thud of your body against the wall, the rustle of your clothes, the chatter of his servants outside the window, the quietness of his study. He feels the worn wood beneath his gloves, the rise and fall of your chest against his, the shiver that trails down his back when your breath hits his neck, the hate in your glare, the shift in the air, the ebbing and flowing.

“I am trying to protect you,” he growls, hands pinned on either side of your head, “I am trying… to make sure you come home. Alive.”

(Another dip. Another shift. His divinity calls out to you.)

When your fingers curl into his hair, slowly, cautiously, Ayato feels the cord in his chest weave itself again. When he lets his forehead fall to your shoulder, Ayato feels the ebb and flow recide. When you kiss the tip of his ear and then the curve of his neck, Ayato feels the air still. And then he confesses like the sinner he knows he is.

"I cannot lose another person. I cannot lose you. You are honorable and brave and the most stunning general Inazuma will ever see but I– can't. I have lived through too many deaths; my heart, do not make me live through yours. I'm sorry I hindered your victory, I'm sorry to the families who will never receive their husbands and sons and fathers because of my fears. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but please–"

(Please let me be selfish.)

[i23kazu]

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(sorry guys!! pls ignore the tag HAHA) if im missing anyone pls put ur name in the comments below so i can tag you!!

[chamomileteahouse]

The Arcons with a child god reader who is super sweet but hardly talks ( Need more content of geo daddy being a dad )

❇ pairing: Zhongli, Ei, and Venti x platonic child reader (individual)

❇ summary: How they would be as parents to a timid but sweet child <3

❇ category: full on fluff i will cry /pos

❇ notes: I have no idea if I did any of the characters to be ooc but let me be bc wholesome content is wholesome content in my books

Zhongli:

I can really imagine him as a gentle father, he is doting, and also strict when he needs to be. All in all, I think Zhongli would be the best to handle a child who is quiet and reserved. He is patient and if he needed to help them in talking, I’m sure he would personally tutor them! I mean this man has years of knowledge in that head of his.

Zhongli does try to get his kid out of their shell too, while at it they go on small outings to talk with other kids in the harbor or simply eat out in Xinyue Kiosk.

I can imagine him taking strolls around Liyue Harbour with his child, he may be holding their hand, or carrying them, whichever works the best. It’s always a sight to adore to see him holding hands with his little one.

Sometimes they both stop by a place filled with glaze lilies to spend some good old parent-and-kid-bonding.

It’s a sunny afternoon in Qingce Village, with the lilies fool in bloom, and the birds singing a sweet tune. The archon smiles at the sight of his little one kneeling in front of a flower, they seem to be so mesmerized by its beauty, and they carefully pluck it out from the ground.

“What do you have there, sweetheart?” Zhongli asks his child from behind. The kid seems to be startled by their father’s sudden voice and fell from their kneeling position, “Careful now,” Zhongli smiles as he holds out a hand for his little one.

The child stands up and holds the little flower out towards their father, “For—,” They paused with faint pink tints on their cheeks, probably a bit embarrassed from their initial fall on the ground. They puffed out their cheeks before finally saying, “Flower… for baba.”

That would be a memory he’s keeping forever.

Yeah, Zhongli as a dad is just so wholesome, he’s gonna cherish his baby with all his might!

Raiden Ei:

Now Ei, she would be a mother who is a bit oblivious to all these things. She’s a bit clueless but she manages with the help of Yae Miko—or at least what help she can provide.

However, Ei is the type of parent who enjoys spoiling their child. Do you want that storybook by Yae Publishing House? She has already placed an order for more than five copies. She notices you staring at a particular plushie? It's yours now along with other plushies. Did you point out a lovely flower? The Tenshukaku now has a flower garden full of those specific flowers.

Ei doesn't really force her quiet child to talk, instead, she asks for the best teachers in Inazuma city to occasionally tutor you when you have the time.

She shows her love to her kid with gifts and quality time, and if her little one is timid, she doesn’t really mind spending time with them at home to eat Dango and other sweet treats.

Ei feels a gentle tug on her clothes, and when she looks down she sees her beloved child rubbing their eyes with their free hand and a fox plushie with the other.

A small smile finds its way to the electro archon’s lips, “Are you tired, little one?” She asks as she gently pats her child’s head. And Ei only receives a timid nod and a yawn from her kid. It was late at night after all. The archon has gotten a gist of taking care of her little one, learning what her kid wanted without them having to say any word. Ei then gently carries her child in her arms. 

When Ei has finally tucked her child into their bed, a small hand reaches for her wrist, “Goodnight, mama.” They say with a sleepy voice.

Ei then tucks a strand of her child’s hair with a contented smile, “Have sweet dreams, little one.”

I just know that Ei’s child is one of her safe places.

She adores them so much, and she’d spend an eternity and more loving them.

Venti:

Fun dad! Just so full of surprises and there is not a dull moment when you’re with him.

Venti loves taking his kid to Monstadt, you could see him and his child on his shoulders so often while they walk around outside the Cathedral. Just the cutest pair.

He is a very chatty guy, and I think even if his kid is more on the shy side they can’t help but let out a small giggle and a smile whenever they hear their dad’s voice. And every time this happens, it just melts his heart!

Despite Venti’s playful nature, he is also good at a quiet times. Quiet time with Venti is spending time with his kid in Windrise while he plays his lyre to get them to sleep on his lap. It’s simple and relaxing and it always ends with him whispering sweet dreams to his little buddy.

Small fingers add another crystal fly to be woven on Venti’s head along with the prettiest wind wheel asters the small child could find. It was a breezy morning, the perfect time to visit Windrise and relax with his little one.

“Thank you,” He grins at his child who finished braiding in the last aster on his hair, “Does dad look pretty like this?”

His child nods, the same big grin as their father’s on their lips. Venti laughs, taking one of the asters in his braid to place it behind the ear of his kid, “Now we can be both pretty!”

Also to add, Venti is also the type of parent to use dad jokes as a joke but it’s too often that it seems like he actually makes those types of jokes.

Just know Venti and his kid would be a very happy pair in the future and at the end of time!

[chamomileteahouse]

and if i'm dead to you, why are you at the wake?

❇ pairing: Diluc Ragnvindr x gn!reader

❇ summary: It was all his fault. (based on "my tears ricochet" by Taylor Swift)

❇ category: ANGST. just... angst.

❇ warnings: includes major character death (you), mentions of blood, murder, funeral, and swearing.

❇ notes: I have no idea what got over me when I was writing this so... I apologize for hurting lucluc like this. folklore event masterlist

Everything feels surreal. The winery is filled with flowers yet no one celebrates, people gather around wearing black, with no happy face to be seen. Everything happened too fast. He swore he could still smell the warm blood as its metallic smell fills his nostrils and threatens to overwhelm his lungs. He still could vividly remember that disgusting crimson pooling everywhere in the winery, on his hands, the floor, and the carpet.

Diluc still remembers his broken pleas and bloodshot eyes when he held your limp figure. It’s all clear to him as if he’s stuck in that specific moment of disaster. That moment where he wished he could turn back time for just five minutes—five minutes before all the irreparable damage he caused.

“I’m sorry—fuck. Just stay alive for me,” He pleas, unable to stop his sobbing. Tears welled up in his wide eyes, his breath sharp and unsteady. He turns away from you, away from the pain he inflicted, from the pain he has inflicted upon you. Your skin is red and wet. He’s sorry for it. He never meant to hurt you.

“Please, I’m sorry, I should have listened to you, I should’ve��” He shook you, trying to find any just any reaction. A simple cough or breath. It would be enough. “Someone, help.” His voice is weak, faltering, and tired. No one could hear him. No one was here to help him.

How did this happen? He recounted in his head, it’s all blurry now like his line of sight. All he could recall was the anger in his voice as he asked for an explanation about that badge you kept on you, and then the horror on your face when you tried to hide it. But now it seemed all pointless.

“I’m so sorry [Name]. I’m… archons please,” He didn't know who he was begging to, if he was asking a god up there to answer his prayer or if he was begging the dead body to miraculously rise up. Diluc was not a religious person but he’d pray for any archon, god, adepti, or whatever celestial being to answer his pleas. 

His fingers graze over the fatui badge just above his lover's wound and he couldn't help but let out a tight cry. To Diluc it didn’t seem to matter anymore. He should’ve realized that Fatui or not, you were still his. You were still [Name], and that should’ve been enough.

You would be enough.

But now he stands in front of a coffin. He’s supposed to give a eulogy, but no speech dares to leave his mouth, it felt wrong. Wasn’t he the cause of all of this? And now he was to give a tribute to your life—a life he ended. But no one knows. No one could force the blame on him and somehow he wished he was caught red-handed. Then maybe he’d be able to live with this burden honestly.

“We are all gathered here,” His lips tremble, “To celebrate the life of [Name]—” and his voice breaks, and the dam of tears he tried to keep together comes crashing. His hands are shaking and he feels his knees get weak. 

“I’m so sorry,” He chokes out, but no one understands him, all of them thinking he was apologizing for breaking down.

Only Diluc Ragnvindr would ever know he was apologizing to the coffin next to him.

[chamomileteahouse]

Glimpse of Us

❇ Pairing:  Zhongli x gn!reader

❇ Summary: He looks at you as if you were someone else whenever he tucks glaze lilies behind your ear. part 2

❇ Category: Angst

❇ Note: I blame all those glimpse of us tiktoks about Zhongli for this. /hj

“I love you, you do know that, my dear?” He tucks a glaze lily behind your ear, you did not understand the sudden question from your lover but you nod as you take his hand to cup your cheeks.

Safe to say, you and your relationship with the man are in every way perfect. Your hands fit each other's like puzzle pieces, and your hearts beat in unison, some might even say that it seemed like the both of you knew each other for a thousand years. A grin tugs on your cheeks as you quietly thank the man for his small gesture. 

“Of course I do and I love you just as much,” You smile and place a kiss on the palm of his hand, “Why do you suddenly ask? Is anything bothering you, Zhongli?” You only ask him in formality, a way to start a conversation with him.

It was just before sunrise, and both you and your lover strolled in a field of glaze lilies. You knew how much he adored those flowers, how he gently pluck them out from the ground, and would always tuck one to your ear. It would not be the first time the both of you spent time in this place. He always told you that when he looks at glaze lilies he would often remember you—at least that’s what he tells you.

He shakes his head before his eyes fall on the patch of glaze lilies on the ground, “Nothing. I just love you,” He whispered, but something in his voice makes it sound like he was convincing himself he loved you rather than declaring he did and it makes him internally wince. But you don’t notice that. You never do.

Perhaps that’s why he was a bit frustrated; how you let him hold you with no repercussions or any venom in your voice, how you still kiss him tenderly or let him stare at your eyes despite trying to find something else from it. He was a selfish man. It disgusted him terribly.

“I just wanted to tell you I love you dearly,” he quickly adds, but his downturned head says otherwise and your smile slowly drops.

“Are you sure?” You placed your hand on his cheek to make him look at you, “I’m worried now.” You frowned. You try to look for anything wrong with the area or think of anything that happened before you arrived that could've made your lover upset. But there was nothing.

And Zhongli could not look at you at that moment, as all his guilt comes crashing down, and like claws, it bares through his heart that he thought he surely locked away. How could an archon like himself feel so helpless under your caring gaze? He truly did not deserve you—That was for sure.

“Please look at me,” You whisper but it comes out as a plea. This was the first time Zhongli has ever avoided your gaze, and you start to second guess yourself. “Have I done something wrong to make you this way, my love?”

He widens his eyes and finally turns to you as he cups your cheek, “No, you could never Ghuizhong—” And he stops himself, his mouth slightly opened as he watched your lip tremble in confusion.

And at that moment he knew he had done something terrible, unforgivable even. His soft hands that cup your face drop to his side, “[Name]...” His voice trails.

“Ghuizhong,” You murmured to yourself as your heart tightens, a lump in your throat growing as you looked at Zhongli who was once more not looking in your direction. His stature was explanation enough to let you know what was going on. 

“I see,” you meekly said. And if you were in a better position you would’ve let out an airy chuckle, I mean— what took you so long to figure out your lover’s odd actions and occasional distance. “Have I been a placeholder for her all this time?”

You were a lot of things, but you were not a fool. You could easily put two and two together and in fairness, you could thank Zhongli’s honesty in helping you. Ghuizhong was not a name you knew nothing about, your lover has always been so open in his life as an archon who has lived years in this land. But never did you think that Ghuizhong was someone he held close to him.

Zhongli breathes out in defeat. You were as straightforward as ever, perhaps one of the qualities that attracted him to you. “I do not mean to compare you to her, both of you are different people in different times—”

“—But you do, don’t you? You look at me and see her in a way,” You don’t let him finish, not especially when he still won’t look you in the eyes. Your hand threads on the lily on the side of your head before you handed it to the man in front of you, “That’s why you can’t bear to look at me.”

And in the leftover courage he had left, Zhongli’s head looks at your teary-eyed face, and he hated the way when he saw you he caught a glimpse of someone else’s teary look instead of yours. He then realized that he could never keep you or Guizhong to himself at the same time.

And the lily that had been on your hair falls to the ground.

[chamomileteahouse]

no more glimpses left to spare

❇ Pairing:  Zhongli x gn!reader

❇ Summary: You pack your bags to leave a place with no memories for it to hold. part 1

❇ Category: Angst

❇ Note: I saw people commenting for a part 2 so here it is! unfortunately, there is no fluff in here to be found but I hope yall enjoy anyways <3

There are some things you learn after a long life, one of which is that everything wilts in the end. Zhongli knows that all too well. Everything will wilt and die in its own time, just like the lone glaze lily on his hand.

The man carefully holds the lily, fearful that it will break even more. It was a delicate little thing, withering petals slowly turning brown, then black, and eventually a corpse. He hadn't taken care of the flower in a long time, preferring to leave it in his room to wilt on its own. He couldn’t find himself nursing it back to health and now it withers. He could simply replace the flower with a fresher one, but he doesn't. It was strange for him to grieve for a small thing, for a dying flower, but in his own ways, he still mourns for it.

A creak from the door interrupts him, and a figure stands at the door frame with hands still holding the door knob, and hesitance to step inside.

“[Name], my dear, you’re here,” He calls out to you when he stands from his sitting position, “I’m glad you’ve returned, I was worried you would never come back—”

“—I just came to get my things. I don’t plan to stay long.” You could've sworn a flash of pain appeared in his eyes but you don’t have the time to dwell on it.

The whole time it was uncomfortably quiet. The only sounds you could hear were your shuffling and footsteps as you gathered your things. Finally, you entered your once shared bedroom, taking the last of your belongings, and soon it would look like you’ve never even placed an imprint of yourself in this bedroom. 

Like you’ve never been there in the first place.

An uneasy pause. Zhongli can’t see your eyes, but he can still feel the slight tremor in your voice as you say “Thank you for your hospitality.”

No doubt that your emotions aren’t quite at rest just yet, the wound of that day still fresh. It has been eating up on you the past few days you’ve left the house, the unnerving thought that you were hardly in his mind, and that you were simply an easy replacement for a position someone else holds in his heart; You just happened to be the nearest substitute.

“You’re leaving already?” You despise the worry in his voice, you felt like he was mocking you, and continuously tugging on the edges of your heart, hoping that you’d look at him and falter.

“I don’t have any more reason to prolong my stay here, don’t I? I have nothing here,” The truth spilling with every word you say. You face him straight in the eyes, you do not falter like you expected, you were much braver than him just by choosing to look at him.

Your gaze swallows him whole and Zhongli has to swallow the lump in his throat. He feels your stare, you look at his eyes, then the conquered expression on his face, and then lastly your eyes land on the glaze lily he was still holding.

This was stupid, you thought. Zhongli despite his godly status and might is a coward—a coward who could not speak what was in his mind, he could not give any explanations, nor any apologies. He was usually a man with honor, wisdom, and just the right words to say but apparently, it seems like he has no words for you. You start to think he might’ve thought you didn’t deserve any.

You walk to the door and your hand touches the door knob one last time, “I will be leaving now. I hope all the best for you Zhongli.”

You wanted him to beg you to stay, you wanted him to kneel on his knees and apologize, you wanted him to shed at least just one tear upon the thought you’d leave him. But he doesn’t, though that did not mean he was going to stand idly by, so he grabs your wrist one last time.

“I hope you find what you deserve, someone who would long for you, and hold you with no other reason but just the need to hold you,” he whispers, almost inaudible. His grip tightens around your wrist, he doesn’t let go of your hand until you’re out the door, and the door closed behind you.

Another thing he learned after a long life was that when things fade, you would have to let go. But he doesn’t want to. 

And he’d only hope you don’t notice the glaze lily he quickly slipped inside your pocket when you left to the door.

[chamomileteahouse]

the things you do to me

❇ pairing: Ayaka, Amber, Lisa, Jean, Beidou x reader (individual)

❇ summary: Things you do that flusters them <3

❇ category:  fluff, and some modern au shenanigans

Ayaka unconsciously writes your name on the edges of her textbooks, notebooks, and post-it notes. She never realizes she does it until the both of you were studying together one day. You don’t outwardly point it out but you giggle to yourself, to which she asks what has gotten you so amused, then you point at the edge of her textbook with your name written on accompanied by drawn hearts. She’s so embarrassed please assure her it’s endearing.

“I didn’t even realize I wrote your name, please don’t think I’m weird—!”

Amber’s heart flutters whenever you suddenly interlock your hands with her to drag her to the cafeteria, she doesn’t mind it, but when you do it so suddenly she might just die! Don’t you realize how red she gets when you do this to her? Yeah, that’s probably the exact reason you do it.

“Amber, why are you so red all of a sudden, do you have a fever?”— “What? Oh, this? Just, a bit warm, yeah. Just very warm in this place.”

Lisa can’t help but stare at your lips when both of you go study in your university’s library. You seem to pout whenever you don’t understand something, and whenever you are very into a story you also bite your lips in anticipation of the next chapter. Because of this she’s constantly thinking about your lips, and about what would feel like to kiss you.

“If you keep being cute like that, darling. I wouldn’t know what to do.”

It’s hard for Jean to concentrate on her thesis essay if you lean so close to her like that. Why was it suddenly hot? Did the librarian turn down the AC? Why were her cheeks starting to flush? Oh my god was she overworking again? Lucky—not so lucky—for Jean, there was nothing wrong with her, she was just, uh, distracted by a certain someone who seemed to innocently lean so close to her face to read what she was typing. Please let her do her work in peace

“[Name], you’re so close, it’s a little bit distracting.”

She’s a bit more straightforward. Beidou loves the way your face flushes red, and the widened eyes you have as she places a discreet kiss (or more) during any of your shared lectures. To say she isn't also a tad bit flustered would be a lie, but she would never admit it and tease you instead. Both of your hands are under the table as she rubs small circles on your palm. She isn’t stopping this habit anytime soon.

“Mrs. Beidou, what are you both doing with [name] back there?” — “Nothing unusual, teach. Just sharing notes.”

[scarasun]

ty for the tag quinn!! <3

genshin impact - zhongli

tears of themis - vyn richter

kaguya-sama: love is war - miyuki shirogane

the folk of the air series - jude duarte

euphoria - maddy perez

attack on titan - mikasa ackerman

jujutsu kaisen - maki zenin

kakegurui - mary saotome

bungou stray dogs - ranpo edogawa

six of crows - jesper fahey tagging: @radishsoups @kaneaken @chamomileteahouse + anyone else who wants to go at it!

ten characters, ten fandoms, ten tags

Thank you, @sewerkingcharlie my liege, for tagging me! 💜

1: Komuso (Okami)

2: Will Byers (Stranger Things)

3: Frank Morrison (Dead by Daylight)

4: Dirge, specifically (Shadow of the Colossus)

5: Jason Voorhees (Friday the 13th)

6: Jesse Pinkman (Breaking Bad)

7: Springtrap (Five Nights at Freddy’s)

8: Sammy Lawrence (Bendy and the Ink Machine)

9: Gary Oak (Pokemon)

10: Genos (One Punch Man)

This was surprisingly difficult lmao, I’m at least semi active in almost hundreds of fandoms, but whenever I need to list them they all vanish from my mind. Now, as for the tags!

@scourgeofshadows @a-koi-boi @froegis @deepfriedanon @cyberpunknoire @fubukiswifenoimnotjoking @overlyanxiousace

Aaaand that’s the entire limit of people I can possibly think to tag, so..not quite ten lmfao, but close enough.

[chamomileteahouse]

Yearning Home

❇ pairing: Kazuha x reader

❇ summary: He yearns for a home he strays away from. (Set when Kazuha was travelling outside Inazuma)

❇ category:  light angst

The poet sits upon a stone, admiring the starry-eyed scenery presented by the heavens. He is away from home, far from it. His bandaged hand reaches to the sky, a desire to touch the blanket of stars that stretched to infinity. Twinkling, blazing, beautiful.

Kazuha wonders if you could see this same night sky, your hands reaching up to the sky as you lean into your bedroom window in Inazuma. He wonders if you are actually in your bedroom at this moment. Have you decided to stay in Inazuma city, where he once was? Have you decided to become a traveler? If so, do you yearn for home as he does?

It’s a funny thought. Yearning. 

Missing something or perhaps someone. 

A wanderer like himself yearning for a home, yet straying far away from it. Possibly it’s because home isn’t a place for Kazuha, no, far from it. But alas, that is a dilemma for the ronin to worry himself about in another time.

And once again, Kazuha Kaedehara lifts himself up from the cool ground of his temporary resting place. 

And once again, he’ll wander.

And once again, he’ll find another time to yearn for you once more.

But he won’t go home. Not just yet.

[chamomileteahouse]

Modern AU! tropes with Monstadt Boys

Monstadt boys: Kaeya, Diluc, Albedo x gender neutral reader (individual)

warnings: none

category: overall fluff

Kaeya Alberich:

Trope: Stranger that you catch eyes within the crowd.

That trope where you catch eyes with a stranger in a crowd, the world stops, your heart quickens, and you hold your breath for a while.

It’s short. Fleeting. Breathtaking. And well… you drop your cup of coffee on the pavement.

After fixing the mess you have caused, you silently mutter apologies to anyone who might’ve got splashed by your coffee. After all that, you look up to hopefully find that stranger but he was already gone.

In the next weeks, you somehow managed to push away that event from your mind and continue on your usual schedule of going to your favorite coffee shop just next to your university.

Just as you were about to leave the coffee shop, you bumped into a figure.

“Ah, sorry. I should’ve been more attentive, my deepest apologies— wait. It’s you." And all of it just clicks, your eyes widen, and realized who it was you bumped into. That guy. That blue-haired stranger that day in the crowd. You drop your coffee again.

That day, he buys you coffee. You insisted that you could’ve bought your own cup but he says that it was the least he could do for your troubles, and by troubles, he meant, “Being too starstruck to see him.”

You learn his name was Kaeya Alberich and in fates luck, he went to study at the same university as you.

What do you do with this information? Nothing. What does he do with this information? He now buys coffee in the same coffee shop just to see you and then he walks you to your first class. Like a gentleman.

You both eventually bond as friends by sharing coffee in the morning and walking to university together and eventually, maybe even more than friends.

Who would’ve thought spilling coffee would bring you to Kaeya Alberich?

Diluc Ragnvindr:

Trope: Childhood friends to lovers

That trope wherein you slowly fall in love with your best friend since diapers. The painfully slow pining you both experience. When you suddenly more than want to hang out with your best friend.

Diluc has always been your safe place, the first and last resort, your home away from home—it’s always been this way. And you would do anything to keep it that way.

You’ve always loved him. Despite his seemingly stoic display, Diluc has always been so caring in his own way. Like that one time you got sick and he made it his duty to take care of you. (He catches the same sickness you had that day and now both of you were bedridden for a week)

And as time passes, both of you realize that you don’t want to stay friends forever—both of you wanted more.

So you decided today, with the sun on your face, and your heart on your palms—that you wanted to spend your life with Diluc. I mean, what better way to fall in love with your best friend?

“Diluc, I-” you pause, trying to gather any courage you had in your body. “I love you.”

Your confession merely came out as a breathless whisper. You stare at his dumbstruck face with his mouth gaped. You fear that he hardly heard you, so you repeated, “I’ve always loved you and I get that it’s all so sudden, If you reject me I wouldn’t be mad—”

“—I have loved you my whole life.”

Safe to say you were shocked, not expecting your feelings to be reciprocated.

You also find out that he was going to confess to you that day but you, unfortunately, beat him to it. He also prepared this whole candle-lit dinner in his apartment. Oh well, at least everything turned out smoothly.

Both of you start dating right after, why delay the inevitable?

Albedo:

Trope: Study Partners

It was the start of a new semester and the college professor was assigning pairs for a research paper to be passed by the year’s end.

Luckily, you were paired with Albedo. You’ve heard he was one of the smartest people in the class and plus, he’s really chill.

Studying with Albedo is not what you expected. He is a total nerd. Okay, that might be exaggerating it a bit, the guy’s just really passionate about academics, especially in chemistry.

It starts off as simply being… well, study partners. But as the days turn into weeks, weeks into months, you start seeing the man differently.

You start to feel giddy whenever you both meet up in the library or a nearby coffee shop, then the looks and glances that last longer than they should, and unconsciously writing his name onto your notebook during lectures.

You were smitten, indeed.

And finally, it was the year’s end. Both of you have passed your project and no longer need to see each other. That was the end of late-night studying till’ the library’s lights turn off, the end of texting in between lectures, the end of small talks, and the end of meeting Albedo.

Or so you thought.

Graduation day arrived too fast, yet you felt like you were nowhere ready to leave. While all the other graduates chit-chatted with their classmates in the venue, you found yourself inside the school library. The library was empty today.

“I knew you’d be here,” You heard a voice from the door.

“Albedo? What’re you doing here?”

He walked up to you and cleared his throat, he turned his head away before extending a paper to you, “It’s for you. I didn’t know what to give you for graduation day, and well, I won’t lie that I have missed your company.”

You took the paper and your heart did flips when you realized what it was. It was a charcoal portrait of you.

That drawn portrait of you still hangs on Albedo and your's shared bedroom

Obviously, both of you did nothing but stay with each other even after college. Thank the Archons for research papers!

[chamomileteahouse]

august

❇ pairing: Childe x gn!reader

❇ summary: You like to reminisce about spending summer with a person who was never yours in the first place.

❇ category: fluff and then angst

"folklore" event masterlist

Young love. A gradual feeling of getting high on the thrill, the youth in it, the buzz of the alcohol, and the innocence of being immature and naive. It was the nights of being curled up under his bedsheets, the sunlight slipping through the window, and him in your arms. To feel all that again would be pure wishful thinking.

It had been so long since your little rendezvous with him, Childe, that's what he wanted to call himself, but you called him a different name. A name he promised only you knew.

“Guess who?” Suddenly hands cover your eyes and someone’s head is buried into your hair, and a giggle slips past your lips. “Come on, guess!”

You hum as if you were deep in thought, you placed your hands on his, feeling and tracing every vein and bone before you let out an attempt of a defeated sigh, “I’m afraid I have no idea who this is.”

“[Name],” He whined, you could almost imagine the pout on his lips and the mischievous glint in his eye, “C’mon I know you are messing with me. I’m not letting you go if you don’t say my name.”

A giggle slips past your lips and your hands play idly on his, “Ajax.” His name leaves your lips like a promise, it’s sweet like morning dew and warm like this summer. The hands covering your eyes let go, revealing the ginger-haired boy with a toothy grin.

“That wasn’t so hard, wasn’t it?” He teased, poking a finger on your slightly flushed cheek when you rolled your eyes. He was always like this, always so playful but it was refreshing like the blue in his eyes, it could quench your thirst in the hot summer of August.

“Only because you insisted on it,” You pouted as you felt his fingers slowly intertwine themselves with yours. It was times like these when you wonder what you both were to each other. Acquaintances? Friends? Lovers? It was surely not the latter for you knew he had a different love, you’re not sure who but it wasn’t you.

No, it could never be you.

That’s why when the leaves start to turn orange, and the air colder, so did he. And the warmth of his hand was not there to warm you anymore but there to wave you a measly goodbye and nothing else. So you watched him leave, and you wanted to reach for him but you didn’t, simply because he was not yours to lose.

And when he fades from your sight, so does summer.

[scarasun]

thanks for the tag nox :)

love at first sight or slowly growing fond of someone? | love letters or mixtapes | hand kisses or kisses on the cheeks? | understanding each other without words or finishing each other's sentences? | gazing into each other's eyes or looking away blushing? | longing to be with someone again or spending every second together? I laughing together or crying together? | someone running their fingers through your hair or gently playing with your hand? | surprise kisses or long tight hugs?

tagging ;; @keqism @kaneaken @chamomileteahouse @ataraxyystories + anyone else who'd like to chime in. don't feel pressured to join!

i was tagged by my bestie @wroteclassicaly! i love you girlie ❤️❤️

love at first sight or slowly growing fond of someone? | love letters or mixtapes | hand kisses or kisses on the cheeks? | understanding each other without words or finishing each other’s sentences? | gazing into each other’s eyes or looking away blushing? | longing to be with someone again or spending every second together? | laughing together or crying together? | someone running their fingers through your hair or gently playing with your hand? | surprise kisses or long tight hugs?

i’m gonna tag @littledemondani @2spock @andvys @insearchofnewdreams @josephsgirlsposts @brighteyedbushybrowed @eddiemunsn @bunnygirlcentral and anyone else who wants to!!