#klee insert

[wrioelise]

⋆୨୧ ₊ﾟ ice palace ⊹ɞ ↴

⤷ kaeya alberich x albedo kreideprinz x gn! reader

wc: 1.3k

a/n: if you couldn't tell this is a polymorous relationship fic with the pairing kaebedo (kaeya x albedo) and a reader insert. this is my first time writing a poly fic so please forgive me if it's not the best and if you aren't comfortable with polymorous relationships please scroll! thank you have a great day!!

One knock.. Two knocks.. Three knocks..

“My love, may I come in?” you call out to your lover as you stand in front of his office door.

“Yes hun it’s open” with his reply you twist the door knob and the familiar musky scent of his cologne hits your nostrils. You walk up to Kaeya who sits behind his desk doing paperwork that he was assigned to. “How are you doing my love?” you ask as you take a loose strand of his hair and tuck it behind his ear.

“Since I took a day off for the 25th I have more work to compensate for my leave.” he sighs looking around at the untouched pile of papers. “What about you darling?��

“I finished with mine, I’ve planned ahead and just finished my last set of papers earlier and handed it to Jean to sign.” you tell him as you find your way to sit on his lap. “I think Bedo has already finished since he’s already at Dragonspine.”

Kaeya lets out a humm as he buries his head into the crook of your neck inhaling your soft scent. “You should finish though since I plan on surprising Bedo at the camp. He thinks I won't finish till tomorrow. Unless you want me to surprise him alone..” you let out a sarcastic sigh as he explains.

“No no noooo I want to be able to spend time with the both of you as well!” he whines like a little kid whilst hugging your waist tighter than before.

“Well then get to work Alberich.” you tell him but he’s quick to reply “I would be doing work if you weren't such a distraction” he remarked with sas. You get off of his lap to which he whines more not wanting to do anymore work.

“Which is why I’ll be leaving to find Klee while you finish whatever work you need to.” you kiss his forehead and then his lips. You bid your farewells and left his office to spend time with your lover's sister.

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.

Kaeya stretches his arms as he walks down the stairs of the favonious headquarters knocking on the acting grandmasters office to drop off his finished paperworks, once done he goes back to his office to grab his stuff before he leaves.

Once again descending the stairs he hears the soft laughter of his lover and the loud yet adorable laugh of the cute elven. He opens the door of the room where the laughter can be heard and he sees Klee laying down on the floor while ____ braids the young girl's hair while she tells her a story.

A small smile made its way to Kaeya’s tired face but as much as he doesn’t want to disturb their adorable moment they have to go meet Albedo in Dragonspine so he knocks on the already open door to make them aware of his presence. The two look at him and Klee jumps up from the floor to hug the blue haired captain. “Mr. Kaeya!!”

“Well hello there Klee, you’ve missed me that much?” he lets out a laugh as he pats the little girl on the head. “But Klee, we should head off to go see your brother, would you like to come along?” the little girl nods her head vigorously. Kaeya laughs at her energy at this time of the night but he picks her up and he looks at you and asks, “You ready to go my love?” you smile at him to answer his question and you pick up your bag from the ground and you walk to him to grab his hand and off the three of you go to Dragonspine.

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.

“Hey Klee sweetie are you cold? Come here I’ll warm you up so Kaeya can rest his arms from carrying you too.” you take Klee in your arms as she snuggles deeper into your coat. Both you and Kaeya continue to walk with the cold air of Dragonspine hitting your flush skins, you both bear with the cold and proceed to climb the snowy path.

It took a while but you now reached your lover's camp and there he was sitting by his desk examining the liquid in a test tube as he took down notes. You stop to admire the beauty the man holds so Klee was the first to move from your group to greet her brother.

“Albedo!!” She ran to hug her brother who had a shocked expression plastered on his face as three of his most favourite people appeared before him.

“Oh why hello to you too Klee” the chalk boy hygge the little girl back as he stands up with Klee still in his arms.

“I’ve missed you Albedo..” Klee mumbles as her voice shrunk but quickly shakes her head and hugged her brother tighter.

Albedo lets out a laugh and he replies “I’ve missed you too Klee.. so much..” They talked for a good while but it didn’t take long for the little fella to doze off since it was pretty late. You move to pick Klee up while Albedo stores his experiments away in a safer place so that Klee doesn’t accidentally knock one out in her sleep.

Once you’ve all tucked her in you finally have the chance to spend time with each other. You walk up to Albedo and hug his back and Kaeya soon joins you guys by hugging Albedo from the front. You three spent a moment in silence just loving the feeling of being within each other's reach. It's been a while since you’ve done this, all the work has been keeping all of you busy.

“I miss you guys, it feels like ages when we’re apart..” you mumble into your lover's back snuggling closer to him.

“God, I miss you both so much it felt weird not being with the two of you for so long. With ___’s travels, Kaeya’s captain duties, my chief alchemist stuff, we’ve all been busty during this past month.”

You notice how Albedo’s grip on Kaeya’s waist seems to tighten just a bit. So you move away from his back to get a clearer view of his face just enough to notice the droplets of tears that fall from his bright teal eyes.

“Awwh hun no need to be so glum now, we’re here and that’s all that matters.” You move some stray front hairs away from his pale face and you give him a small closed eyed smile.

You move forward and give Albedo a small kiss on the lips and you turn to give your other lover one as well and you also notice how he seems to be tearing up as well.

“Awwh darling you big baby come here, we missed you too!” You grab his face and pepper his face with a lot of kisses and finally your lips find his.

“I thought I’d be spending this Christmas alone but I’ve been proven wrong since I have three of the most precious people in my life right here with me. Even in the cold air of Dragonspine it feels warm because of you three.” stated Albedo.

“I just have to say that I must be the luckiest man to be able to call the two of you mine.” Kaeya expressed kissing Albedo’s forehead and then yours.

The three of you share an embrace never wanting to let go, the feeling of warmth that they provide feels safe, as if nothing would ever get in the way of you three. I mean you have known each other ever since you were in Khaenri’ah, you’ve been there for each other since the beginning and will be together until the end.

“If possible I would like to wrap my arms around you both forever and bask in your warmth. I love you both.” you whisper in a soft tone not wanting to disturb the little girl in her sleep. I love you’s were replied and some kisses here and there being with the two males surely made you the happiest. This year's Christmas will surely be well spent.

hiii lovelies!! it's been a long time since my last post in this blog, i haven't gotten any motivation and time to write here because of my school schedule but during christmas break i've gotten some inspiration lately!! i hope you have a merry christmas a jolly hanukkah or just an amazing day if you don't celebrate any holidays!! i'm sorry for the lack of posts and i feel like my skills have dried out since then but i hope this is alright, let my love for this ship riseee!!

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[mc-cos-charm]

This one will be a short thing so don't expect much.

GENSHIN AU: SAGAU (a cult in later chap?)

"THE ONE WHO WOKE UP IN A DREAM"

Pronunciation of you: You, them/their, neutral.

Characters; 'you' for now , Klee , Amber . ???

Warning : self-harm , blood (please if you are not comfortable do not read) gore

3rd p.o.v

It isn't really that much of a big deal when it comes to doing your work and finishing it quickly. It just naturally happened that your phone was near you and is begging for you to play and entertain yourself rather than do lousy work.

Your p.o.v

I picked up my phone that is near me , the wallpaper showed my favorite things. Apps I downloaded out of sheer boredom , swiping before seeing the GENSHIN app. It's like a daily thing to do , open GENSHIN . Log in . Do the dailies . Burn every raisin. Rage on artifacts that are not even half decent . Admire the characters I love, and or co-op with other players who will sometimes kick me out after they are done... Wait the last one is actually sad..

Just that , before pulling on the latest banner, though I got qiqi while pulling on the event banner.

I yawn for a moment before looking at my work that is clearly not even half done.

'I'll do that later , just a few more seconds..'

3rd p.o.v

That is what you thought after falling asleep and seeing yourself in a rather....

peaceful place?

The warm sun , the smooth grass , the air that isn't polluted , well that is certainly new after being immune to industrial air but anyway , this is rather...

PANICKING SITUATION— I mean , you didn't do your work who knows when that'll be due...

Looking left and then right. Only the wind knows where you are.

Your p.o.v

'should there be a character that will say imposter like any other SAGAU right?'

I thought to myself before wandering off. The sky is cloudless and the sounds that surround me are only birds , nature and the nearby body of water.

"what does every imposter slash creator always do here again?" I mumbled out, grasping any fanfics and stories I had read over Tumblr, AO3 , quotav and Wattpad..

"right... What am I even wearing?",

it's not really an armor or anything that could save me if ever a character suddenly came and attacked me. It's just simple clothes.

I sat on a nearby tree , a huge one at that with the tree comes the anemo statue.

'Monsdadt'

"it would really help if I could have clue on what I'm supposed to do..but right now , I'm just very confused"

I said before looking up . I could see how the leaves sway in a gentle manner , it creates some small gaps letting small lights in..

it's pretty, if you think about it .

it looks like the gaps create stars that you could only watch in daylight.

"ah wait , in things like this blood is important!"

before pricking my finger with a sharp dried stick I found on the ground, the blood was red and then it turned white? And then shimmer lightly before it became gold.

"yeah.. ill be hunted , bad." ,

it isn't much but , it's not like I have any energy to run, I mean.. I'm too tired..

If they want to kilL me then just do it so that there won't be any problem or if they want I'll gladly do it myself.

That was what I was thinking before seeing a shadow loom and stare at me

"hello? Are you lost?" A blond haired little girl said.

"I guess..." I answered reluctantly.

It's not that I'm lost , it's just that I'm quite tired for some reason. It's the feeling that the world itself is eating every ounce of my energy and forces me to sleep and be tired.

"well you're in luck! Because the best knight is right in front of you! My name is klee , nice to meet you" Klee said gleefully , looking at me with curiosity.

"I'm glad to fina– I'm glad to meet you klee , my name is '—————' ..." I said as I smiled at klee . The feeling of being sucked in an unknown reason is still making itself known to me. Does that even make sense? To me.. no , definitely not. What kind of monologue is that even?

"uhm... Sorry? May I know your name again?" Klee said , she somehow didn't recognize what you looked like but you are not a local from what you're wearing right now.

"oh , it's alright.. no need to apologize. My name is '————±±' , is it hard to pronounce?" I asked Klee who is looking more confused at me

"are you saying your name? Because all klee hears are just long tiiiinggg , like that and nothing more..." Klee said as she begins to look even more confused and troubled .

Will this be a problem in the future? Maybe ? But who knows?

"ah... I don't know.." I answered truthfully, even I don't know what's going on .

"KLEE!!" A lady came in red , with a bow in her hand.

"come here! Right now Klee , quick!" The lady said before grabbing klee's arm gently yet firmly.

"excuse me.. but may I know—" , before realizing what's going on there was a painful throb in my head causing me to silence myself.

BLOOD ...

Pitter , patter , blood dripping into the ground.

There was someone else who aimed the arrow in my direction and cruelly shot me in the head.

It hurts ... IT HURTS ... MAKE IT STOP.

a low glow around me , surrounding me like a warm blanket before disappearing In front of everyone.

Much to the ladies horror. Who would have thought that someone would aim and shoot at a stranger In front of them no less.

It was fast.

Everything happened too quickly and amber could only thank barbatos that she put her hand on klee's eyes before everything happened.

Alright .

That's a wrap up everyone , go to sleep now. It's 11:37 pm.

Though let me know if you guys want to continue this..

And could I have a favor with you , reader.

What will be your fake name or an alias ? You guys need a certain nickname to continue on this.

Let me know in the comments (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

, thank you for reading .

[bumbleklee]

something happens and im head over heels (diluc x reader)

hi hello hi! havent posted in a while so please be gentle with me (i am fragile). feel free to leave a comment, would love to chat with you guys about this little piece

pairing: diluc x gn!reader

characters: diluc, baby!klee, reader, unnamed neighbor

synopsis: diluc is stuck babysitting his neighbor’s baby–the only problem? he isn’t really the babysitting type. good thing you are!

key tags: minor cursing, babyfic, first kiss, clueless diluc, modern!au (technically college era but no mention of college), lowkey punk!diluc

word count: 4109

“I tried calling Jean but she isn’t around and then I phoned Eula but I think I sent her into overdrive at just the thought of babysitting.” You hear Diluc shushing the baby in between words. “What if I just drop her off at the fire station and her mom can pick her up after her shift?” 

“Okay–don’t do that.” You shake your head in bewilderment, imagining the absolute shit-show that would be. “You just need to calm down. She’s probably freaking out because you’re freaking out.” 

There’s shuffling in the background and Diluc curses when he knocks something over. “She gave me a bag, right?” He continues, his voice laced with pure disconcertment, “And I don’t even know what half of this stuff is. There’s like a bunch of plastic thingies and a bag of powder that kind of looks like meth–” 

“Not meth.” You interrupt him. “I mean, probably not meth.” 

“That’s not the point,” Diluc emphasizes, “The point is that I’m a fucking loss and really need your help.” 

(full story underneath cut)

Diluc Ragnvindr doesn’t know much about his neighbor. He knows that she’s young, probably in her late 20s or early 30s, and that she’s a single mom to a little baby girl (who has a tendency to wake up in the middle of the night and cry so loudly that it nearly wakes up everybody in their apartment building). He also knows that she works at the local hospital–specifically in the emergency room–and that her mom usually comes around every evening to watch the baby. But other than a simple wave to each other when they simultaneously take the trash out, Diluc doesn’t really know her. 

So when she shows up on his doorstep at eight thirty at night with a bundle of pink blankets in her arms and a panicked look across her face, Diluc was, to say the least, surprised. 

“Um, you’re Diluc, right?” She stammers nervously, bouncing the baby in her arms. “Crepus’ son?” 

Diluc blinks once. Then twice. “Yeah,” He says, “That’s me.” 

The woman stares at Diluc for a moment, like she was contemplating everything in her life that had led up to this point, before heaving a desolate sigh. “Is your dad home by any chance?” Her tone suggests she already knows the answers and Diluc catches her anxious eyes darting from him to the vague view of his living room.

“He’s away this weekend. Sorry.” 

“Dammit.” His neighbor thinks for a while longer, clicking her tongue against the inside of her mouth a few times before asking, “Have you ever babysat before?” 

Diluc holds back a laugh. Babysit? Him? This must have been a life-or-death situation if his sweet neighbor was asking him to watch her daughter. Because, sure, they didn’t know each other but Diluc doesn’t doubt for a moment that she has some assumptions based on his appearance alone. 

“Err…isn’t there anyone else you can ask?” Diluc asks awkwardly, his eyes drifting down the apartment hallway as if someone much more suitable for the role is going to pop out. 

“Believe me, you’re the last person I would have thought about asking.” His neighbor says nonchalantly and Diluc tries not to take offense. “But there was a bad accident on Route 46 and I was called in to the hospital. My mom is out of town too, otherwise I would have asked her. And–” She gestures to the closed doors lining the long hallway, “–I don’t even think anyone lives in those apartments. At least I know your place is habitable.” She pauses again and her eyes shift down, gazing sadly at the quiet baby in her arms. "It's so hard being a single parent...I barely have any help and just..."

Her voice wavers more and more with each word and it looks like she’s about to start crying. But before she could crack, Diluc huffs quietly and crosses his arms across his chest. 

“Okay, okay,” He says exasperatedly. “I’ll watch her. Go save lives. Or whatever.” 

His neighbor’s face lights up at his agreement and before Diluc can fully comprehend what's happening, the baby is being shoved in his arms and a black bag full of many things is dropped at his feet. She whirls around, straightening her scrubs, and looks over her shoulder one last time. 

“Call the front desk if you need anything!” She calls, blowing a kiss to her daughter. 

“Wait!” Diluc yells, a sudden wave of dread washing over him. “Does she need to eat? How do you change a diaper? Does she have a name?” 

Ignoring his more-important questions, his neighbor yells back, “Her name is Klee! Thanks again!” 

Diluc watches as his neighbor races towards the elevator at the end of the hall, presses a button, and disappears from view. He stares at the empty hallway for a second before the baby in his arms makes a noise–reminding him that, oh yeah, he’s in charge of a baby now. 

He turns to look at the baby, his arms tightening around his tiny frame, and mumbles to no one in particular. “What did I get myself into?” 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　

Your phone rings four times before you manage to grab it. “I’m coming, I’m coming,” You say to the ringtone before grabbing your cell phone off your bedside table and swiping across the screen without bothering to look at who was calling you. “Hello?”

“Hey. I need your help.” 

“Diluc?” You zone in on his voice and immediately pick out exhaustion, agitation, and even a little fear. And the more you listen, the more you notice…a crying baby? “I swear to God, Ragnvindr, if you kidnapped a baby and want me to be your getaway–” 

“I didn’t kidnap anything!” Diluc abruptly snaps. “Shit, shit, it’s okay, Klee…” You rub your forehead in confusion as Diluc explains that he’s babysitting for his neighbor. “Fuck–everything was fine for, like, twenty minutes and then she started crying and she hasn’t stopped since! I don’t know what to do!” 

You hold back a giggle. Of course notorious ‘bad boy’ Diluc Ragnvindr doesn't know what to do with a crying baby. You aren’t surprised–in fact, you’d be more surprised if he did know what to do. 

“I tried calling Jean but she isn’t around and then I phoned Eula but I think I sent her into overdrive at just the thought of babysitting.” You hear Diluc shushing the baby in between words. “What if I just drop her off at the fire station and her mom can pick her up after her shift?” 

“Okay–don’t do that.” You shake your head in bewilderment, imagining the absolute shit-show that would be. “You just need to calm down. She’s probably freaking out because you’re freaking out.” 

There’s shuffling in the background and Diluc curses when he knocks something over. “She gave me a bag, right?” He continues, his voice laced with pure disconcertment, “And I don’t even know what half of this stuff is. There’s like a bunch of plastic thingies and a bag of powder that kind of looks like meth–” 

“Not meth.” You interrupt him. “I mean, probably not meth.” 

“That’s not the point,” Diluc emphasizes, “The point is that I’m a fucking loss and really need your help.” 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　

When you finally get to Diluc’s apartment, his front door is unlocked so you let yourself inside. You assume your friend has his hands full with the baby anyways. 

“Luc?” You ask, wandering into the disaster-zone Diluc calls his living room. Dish rags and bathroom towels are thrown everywhere, there were random baby items all over the floor, and the yellow powder that Diluc thought was meth was spilled on a couch cushion (and upon closer investigation, you realize it’s just baby formula). You snake down the apartment halls until you spot Diluc in the kitchen. 

He already looks so spent. His hair is loose from its usual ponytail, locks frizzy and tangled, and his eyes are tired and pleading. He leans against the fridge, bouncing a wailing baby in his arms robotically. 

“Hey.” You greet with a teasing smirk. “Nice baby. Where’d you get it?” 

“Shut up.” Diluc murmurs, a frown etched deep into his face. Your smirk morphs into a sympathetic smile and you hold your arms expectedly. Diluc doesn’t hesitate to transfer Klee into your embrace and while her cries don't cease entirely, they quiet to a whiny whimper as she tries to process who you are. 

“What’s the matter?” You coo sweetly, rubbing Klee’s back with a gentle hand. “Is Diluc being mean and scary?” 

“Hey!” 

“I'm just kidding.” You laugh briefly and turn your attention back to the baby in your arms, looking for any physical signs of distress–not that you thought Diluc would have ignored them, but he was so frazzled that maybe he missed something. When you adjust Klee against your hip, her face scrunches up in discomfort and she pushes against your chest. You hum in recognition and move her onesie aside to see if there’s a blue stripe on her diaper. And sure enough, there is. “She just needs her diaper changed.” 

Diluc pales visibly. “How do I do that?” He fumbles with the hem of his Pearl Jam t-shirt. “Are there instructions on the diaper or something?” 

You laugh again and roll your eyes playfully, “I’ll show you.” 

Diluc takes Klee from you so you can rummage through the black bag on the floor and pull out a package of wipes and a clean diaper. Diluc watches you in amazement and wonders how someone could be so calm and collected about something that made him want to crawl up the wall. You grab a nearby towel–the cleanest one, to be honest–and lay it on the ground before taking Klee back from Diluc and setting her down on top of it. Your quick fingers unsnap the metal buttons on her onesie and discard the dirty diaper, cleaning Klee up and sliding a fresh diaper underneath her wiggling body. 

“See?” You beam, pressing down the sticky sides of the diaper. “Super easy!” 

“For you,” Diluc mumbles. He sits on the edge of the couch and watches you interact with Klee like you’ve known her forever. You tap her belly occasionally, enticing a giggle, and the baby kicks her legs excitedly. She was attentive, reaching out towards you and babbling incoherent sentences loudly. She was loud, and a little annoying, but if Diluc was being honest, he was just glad that she wasn’t crying anymore. “When’d you become a baby whisperer?” 

You clean up and drag Klee into your lap, letting her play with your sweatshirt strings. “My mom used to watch my cousins,” You explain, “And I guess I picked up on a thing or two.” 

Diluc hums in response. Watching you play with Klee made him feel warm. Not a bad warm, but a good warm that filled his stomach with butterflies and made his chest feel weightless. Part of him was totally impressed by you and your ability to swoon over everyone and anyone–including little babies like Klee–unlike himself, who became a quivering mess during the unknown. You kept your cool no matter what. You owned every situation life threw at you so yeah, Diluc was totally impressed. 

But even more than that, Diluc is glad that you gave him the time of day. You could have brushed him off, could have told him to figure it out, but you went out of your way to drive across town and hold a baby–a stranger’s baby, even–just because he asked. 

“You know…” You voice grabs Diluc’s attention again and he gazes down at the floor where you’re sitting. “I was supposed to go out with Itto Arataki tonight. But I canceled our date to come here.” 

Diluc holds back the urge to roll his eyes. “Yeah?” He says instead. 

He knows Itto Arataki back from high school–though they were never particularly friends. He was captain of the football team and had a 2.3 GPA and drove the most obnoxious and ugly muscle car in town. Diluc didn’t care for him then, doesn’t care for him now, and the more he thinks about your potential date with him, the more a feeling of irritation grows in the pit of his stomach. 

“Yeah,” You say casually. You face Diluc and silently mimic packing and rolling a joint in the air. “He was going to give me a free eighth.” 

Diluc stifles a laugh, “What a steal.” He doesn’t particularly care to hear about how you were going to smoke with Itto (because–you could smoke with him instead). “You could have gone if you wanted to.”

You shrug, “And miss out on hanging with my best friend, Klee?” You tickle her feet and blow on the top of her head before looking at Diluc again. “This is ten times more fun than hanging out with Itto Arataki, anyways.” 

Diluc raises an eyebrow, “You’re kidding.” 

You shake your head adamantly. “Nope. I’d much rather spend time with you than the idiot who only graduated because his daddy threatened to press legal action against every single teacher at that school.” For a moment, Diluc wonders if you even know what you’re saying, wonders if you realize that you just prioritized Diluc Ragnvindr–the same Diluc Ragnvindr who pierced his own ears at fourteen and sells his extra Adderall to college freshman–over Itto Arataki–the hero of your hometown. He’s about to ask if you have your head screwed on right but before he could open his mouth, Klee starts fussing again. 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　

As the night progresses, you and Diluc come to four conclusions about one another: 

Diluc is absolutely terrible with children. 

You are absolutely amazing with children. 

Diluc can’t stop imagining you with a different baby, maybe one with fiery red hair that kind of resembles you, and keeps shaking his head violently to disperse the invasive thought. 

And you think Diluc is acting really weird because he won’t stop shaking his head. You just hope he doesn’t have lice or something. Ew.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　

“She cries a lot.” Diluc comments when Klee curls her head into the crook of your neck, angry whines leaving her mouth. You frown slightly, swaying back and forth. “Do you think she’s hungry?”

“Maybe,” You shrug, moving over to the black bag and sorting through it with one hand. “Does she just take a bottle? Or does she eat solids? Do you even know how old she is?” Diluc blinks at you, not having an answer to any of your questions. “Right. Okay. One night off her routine won’t hurt.” 

You carry the bag of formula–at least whatever was left in the bag–and an empty carafe to the kitchen and somehow manage to put together a bottle for Klee with one hand, all while Diluc stands back and watches. He wants to help, really, but feels like he’ll just be in the way more than anything. Klee cries more until you push the rubber tip into her mouth, but she only bothers to drink half of the bottle before she lets it slip from her mouth and pushes it away with her little hands. 

Sighing, you pass Diluc the half-empty bottle. You bounce Klee in your arms for a few minutes, pat her on the back, and try to make her laugh, but to no avail–she won’t stop crying. “Maybe…she’ll calm down with some music?” 

“How would I know?” 

“I don’t know! Just put something on.” 

Diluc grumbles something and heads into the living room, connecting his phone to the speaker. He scrolls through his Spotify playlists and clicks on a random one and hits shuffle. Heavy rock music fills the apartment and the opening chords to Enter Sandman start. You’re about to yell at Diluc for putting on such rowdy music for a baby but Klee only hiccups and turns towards the living room, her eyes wide and curious. 

“No way.” You laugh breathlessly, carrying Klee to the living room. Diluc’s eyes glimmer with elation and he jumps up, grabbing Klee’s tiny hands in his big ones and singing the words to her, finally eliciting a smile from the baby. 

Enter Sandman fades into Shout It Out Loud. “Well, the night’s begun and you want some fun.” Diluc taps Klee’s nose. “Did you think you’re gonna find it?” He taps her cheeks. “You gotta treat yourself like number one.” He taps her forehead. And next thing you know, Diluc has Klee in his arms and is bouncing around the living room, whirling her around in circles and dipping her up and down. “Shout it, shout it, shout it out loud!” 

It was your turn to sit back and watch–as warmth spread throughout your chest.  

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　

After an hour of dancing around the living room, Klee yawns. 

It’s then that Diluc realizes his apartment isn’t really set-up for a baby. Fortunately, Klee isn’t walking yet but she is crawling, which means you and Diluc are constantly pulling chargers or wires out of her mouth. It also means that Diluc doesn’t have a crib, or anything remotely close to a crib.  Maybe you could just hold her all night. Or maybe Diluc could put a blanket down in the kitchen sink and lay Klee in there or maybe…

“How many pillows do you have?” 

Diluc cocks his head to the side. “What?” 

“I said,” You repeat, drawing out the vowels, “How many pillows do you have? On second thought, just grab all of them and meet me in your room.” 

Diluc cocks his head again, to the other side this time, and watches as you saunter down the hallway and kick open the door to his bedroom, carrying Klee inside. If it was any other night, Diluc might even throw a fit about you barging into his sacred space–but he was too exhausted to put up a fight tonight. Instead, he gathers all of the pillows from the living room, hall closet, and bedrooms. 

By the time Diluc gets to you, you’re already busy doing whatever you had planned. You fluff the pillows on Diluc’s bed and lay them on either side of Klee, making sure they’re tight and secure. You take the other pillows from Diluc and finish up your makeshift barricade around the baby. 

“There!” You beam proudly. “She won’t be able to roll over with all the pillows.” 

Shit. You were really good at this. And here Diluc was, ready to put her in the sink. 

Diluc stands stiffly in the middle of his bedroom as you run around like a headless chicken. You shut the blinds so the moonlight won’t seep through the window and turn off the floor lamp in the corner. The bedroom is veiled in darkness until you turn on a nightlight (which, in all fairness, Diluc totally forgot he owned) and a warm glow embraces the space. 

Klee is fighting sleep. She wants to sleep, desperately, but her body doesn’t, and she whines uncomfortably. You sit on the edge of the bed and pat the empty spot next to you, urging Diluc to fill it. “What’s wrong?” Diluc asks–the question directed at Klee and you. 

You smile softly, “She just needs some help falling asleep.” 

“Um…” Diluc says, his awkwardness coming back. “Like a blanket or something?” 

Without much thought, you say, “Why don’t you sing to her again?” 

This catches Diluc off guard. Sure, he took choir in high school and never turned down a drunken karaoke session but singing underneath a loud metal song was very different from singing a lullaby in a silent bedroom. He didn’t want to traumatize the poor child.

“Come on,” You plead sweetly. “She loved your voice so much before…I’m sure it would lull her right to sleep.” Diluc feels his face grow warm and he looks away, not sure how to handle the compliment. He’s extremely thankful for the darkness of the bedroom that conceals his cherry-red cheeks from you. 

Diluc composes himself enough to look back at you. He’s about to protest again but his voice jams in his throat when he realizes how close he is to you. Your faces are only inches apart and all Diluc had to do was lean forward and–

Klee cries out again, this time louder, and Diluc clears his throat. “Yeah, um, fine,” He manages, “But you can’t tell anyone. Especially my brother.” You make a ‘zipped and locked’ motion and Diluc twists his body so he’s facing Klee. She kicks her legs angrily, her tiny fists hands curl into fists and before Diluc really knows what’s doing, his voice leaves his mouth delicately. “I wanted to be with you alone and talk about the weather…but traditions I can trace against the child in your face.”

You can’t hide the smile that grows across your face. Diluc hates Tears for Fears, thought they were sellouts who made music for teenage girls who wanted to be different, yet here he was–singing their most popular song to an innocent little baby. 

“Something happens and I’m head over heels. I never find out ‘till I'm head over heels.” 

You sit back and listen. Klee is quiet now, an occasional coo leaves her lips, and you’re positive that she’s going to fall asleep any minute. So Diluc keeps singing, perfecting the song word-for-word until there’s no more lyrics to say and a sleeping baby. And secretly you’re a little bummed out–you could listen to Diluc sing forever. 

But, alas, the bedroom is filled with a gentle silence and you reach across the bed to make sure the pillows are still secure before standing up and stretching your arms. And when the realization finally hits Diluc that he had just sung a baby to sleep, he wants to jump up and fistbump the air as hard as he could. He wasn’t as bad with babies as he thought and this was living proof. 

“I did that!” Diluc exclaims in a hushed-whisper. He grins at you, the kind of smile that reaches his eyes and wrinkles his nose. “I got that baby to fucking sleep all by myself! God, I feel like I can do anything right now–” 

Diluc doesn’t get to finish his sentence. In fact, he doesn’t even get to finish his thought. Because, in a matter of mere seconds, you’re dipping down towards Diluc on the bed and holding his face oh-so gently and crashing your lips together. And as cliche as it sounds, Diluc swears time stops. 

You pull away first, your eyes big and wide. “Oh my god,” You whispered. “Luc, I just–” 

“Oh.” Diluc says in a breath of air. He sits back on his hands and stares at you. He feels like his entire body is on fire. 

“I’m sorry,” You continue. “I don’t know what came over me.” 

“It’s fine,” Diluc nods. “Just…” 

He reaches a slender finger up and runs it across his bottom lip. You keep staring at him with utter shock written across your face and Diluc partially wants to remind you that you’re the one that kissed him. But his mouth refuses to move, refuses to speak, so he sits there in silence.  

“Did you hate it? 

Diluc hesitates before shaking his head, “No.” 

“Good,” You say quietly. “Good.” 

Diluc feels the bed dip again and you sit next to him. Your knees knock against his and when he doesn’t pull away, you take that as an invitation to lean in again. Diluc’s hand cups your jaw and everything feels fuzzy. You kiss like a champion, as expected, and Diluc kisses like each one is his last. Your mouths fit together like puzzle pieces and it’s enough to course electricity through your veins. 

When he needs air, Diluc pulls back enough to press his forehead against yours. “What are you doing?” He asks solemnly. 

“Kissing you,” You say–like it’s the most obvious answer in the world. 

Obviously it goes deeper than that. Because you kissed Ayato and you kissed Thoma and Childe and Itto Arataki and, well, not Diluc. Except you were. You were kissing Diluc in his dark bedroom while his neighbor’s baby slept on his bed surrounded by pillows. And it was fucking mental. 

And confusing. And overwhelming. And Diluc doesn’t really know how to have a single coherent thought about it. 

“Hey,” You urged, “What’s the matter?”

Diluc closes his eyes so he doesn't have to look at yours staring into his soul. “I don’t know,” He admits. “Everything and nothing.” And this was true. His mind feels like a jumbled mess of broken records and no matter how hard he tries to put them together, nothing would play. He eventually equates it to getting hooked on a book he thought he would hate, and how surprised he is that he’s really into the book, but it’s too late to put it down and really needs to see how it ends. “Kiss me again.” 

You do. 

“Again.” 

You keep kissing Diluc experimentally, like you’re trying to work your way up towards something. You kiss him until your lips are swollen and your jaws hurt and then some. 

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” You finally tell him. 

“Really?��� Diluc asks and you nod. 

In the darkness of his bedroom, Diluc smiles. Kissing you doesn't necessarily mean anything. But it doesn’t not mean anything, either. Though he hopes it evolves past the darkness. At least one day. 

And, knowing you, Diluc has a good feeling that it would. And hopefully without a baby in the room. 

a/n: no promises i won't delete this but for now--enjoy <3

[explicitred]

Albedo Headcanons - (Male Reader)

June 23, Post 19 of the "30 Days Fanfic Event"

Creating a potion from the instructions that Albedo gave you, your eyebrows furrow in determination.

Albedo silently watched you in the background, seemingly getting a new idea. An hour had quickly passed by, and you were finally done with the making of the potion. Your eyes lightened up and turned to Albedo to show him your new creation. 

The alchemist’s eyes met yours, to which you then noticed the paper and pencil in his hands.

You blinked, “Oh? What are you drawing this time?”

Albedo smiled, his pencil stopping, “You.”

I feel like he would proudly show off his drawings to you and hope for praise and attention. 

Basically like, “Hey! Look what I did! Are you proud of me?? :D”

If you search around his lab, I’m pretty sure you’ll be able to find his sketchbook dedicated to drawing only you easily, as he’s not ashamed to explain why you’re so attractive or why he loves you.

Albedo has you sometimes watching over Klee, which Klee loves! After all, you and Albedo are the best and most favorite people in Klee's life :D

Albedo’s hair, whack. But it’s okay, I like him 😍👍 

sorry this is so short lol

[euthymiya]

I change my vision depending on the selfship tbh

[genshin-scenarios]

Chapter 3: unfurling flight

Reembarking Starlight Masterlist

Characters: Paimon, Amber, Klee, Kaeya

Chapter 2 <-

-> Chapter 4

You gaze zones in on the three apples catapulted into the air, followed by excited cheers; watching their trajectory and waiting until they line up just right, you release an arc of anemo from your hands in a wide, sweeping motion. 

The apples are sliced in half by a sharp blade of wind, plopping to the ground. Paimon flies to inspect them and gives a thumbs up.

“They’re intact!” She reports. Amber pumps her fist in triumph. Klee runs to you excitedly. 

“Can we feed the horses now?” Klee blinks up at you with pleading eyes, which Amber redirects by clearing her throat and pointing at the still-whole vegetable crate.

“We need to give them some healthy things, too.” The outrider hums, familiar with Klee’s tendency to only give them ‘tasty’ treats. “Isn’t this already more fun than watching me chop them up?”

“But big-sister Amber won’t let me blast them too…”

You laugh, ruffling Klee’s hair. “We can collect fish together another time! Unfortunately, the horses don’t need roasted snacks.”

At the invitation of Amber (who heard of you entertaining the children in the city square), the four of you are now outside the knights’ stables, practising your long-distance aim while preparing treats for the cavalry’s noble steeds. 

Granted, there are only a handful of horses left since the bulk of them are on Varka’s expedition—but you’ll never turn down an opportunity to train and play fruit-ninja in real life!

“Oh? What’s this party here?” A smooth voice enters, accompanied by an eyepatch and white tufted scarf. Kaeya is carrying riding gear on top of his right shoulder as Klee hurdles towards him happily, earning a chuckle.

“Kaeya!” Klee hugs him greeting. “We’re making the horses snacks!”

“If you feed them too much, they’ll become too plump.” He chides playfully, sweeping her hair out of her face and reminding her not to cause trouble. “I’d love to stay, but I have something to do in the wilderness—so I must deprive you of one trusty steed.”

“Do you need any help?” Amber asks. Kaeya shakes his head.

“I’ll be fine. It just has to do with that mysterious creature destroying agricultural fields.” He tacks up a chestnut stallion, allowing Klee to pet it goodbye before adjusting the straps and swinging up with ease. “Speaking of, it’s been active as of late, so it'll probably be best to give the citizens a warning to stay indoors.” His periwinkle gaze lands on you and Paimon, apologising for the hasty first-meet. “Perhaps another time we can exchange stories about your travels! I have quite a few of my own.”

“Tall-tales,” Amber informs quietly on the side. “But kids love them.”

Shortly after Kaeya departs, a shadow envelops the world briefly, catching your eye. With a bucket of water in your arms, you freeze as you spot its source, numbly calling for Amber and gesturing at the horizon.

“It’s the dragon of the east!” Her eyes widened, making a split-second decision to abandon the horse-treats and give Klee a mission.

“Klee, I need you to get back to headquarters and tell Jean a dragon has been spotted.” Amber instructs, keeping her tone light but serious, like she’s sending Klee on a quest. “I’ll be busy getting civilians indoors, so you’ll have to do this for me, alright?” 

You volunteer to make sure there are no stragglers outside of the city’s north. The system creates a trail of golden light which winds along the path in front of you, confirming that finding Dvalin was your next course of action.

With your heart in your throat, you trudge in the direction of the Whispering Woods.

-

Anemo traces are the first thing that greet you, left in the shape of teal footsteps at the mouth of the trees. With a reminder for Paimon to remain silent, the two of you creep around until you reach a clearing that rumbles with the reptilian growl of a dragon—Dvalin, who seems to be communicating with a green-cloaked bard.

Despite the azure dragon being as large as a line of buildings, Venti speaks to him with an undeterred, coaxing tone. You and Paimon bate your breaths, but your hidden spot is exposed when the glowing accents on your clothing begin to shine, reacting to Venti’s presence.

Suddenly, Venti’s upturned palm pulses with a short burst of anemo, surprising the archon himself. This is all it takes to frighten Dvalin, who unleashes a startled roar.

“Who's there?!” Venti jumps back to avoid the dragon’s snapping teeth. His eyes widen when he spots you, before glancing at Dvalin one last time and teleporting away. 

With your ears still ringing from Dvalin’s takeoff, you find yet another teardrop crystal floating where he once stood.

‘Barbatos—have you forsaken me too?’

-

“Traveler! There you are.” Amber runs to you when you return to the city. “Could you make sure the Cathedral’s floor is clear? It looks like the storm is starting to pick up.”

“What do you mean? The sky is still…” Right as Paimon gazes upward, she lets out an alarmed squeak. “It’s getting dark!”

The clouds are moving at an unnatural speed, gathering into dark grey patterns as a tornado begins to build. You and Paimon hurry to the plaza where Barbatos’ statue and the Cathedral is, helping citizens get into shelter as the wind grows harsh. You use your elemental sight to check for people in your limited visibility, but aren’t exactly sure what happened next.

One moment you’re standing on your feet, and the next you’re snatched into the air as a phantom eats up the light, picking you up by the feet into a current of battling shadows. 

Your world spins as you’re flung around the tornado. You’re carried higher and higher until you’re lobbed out with just enough momentum to be blinded by sunlight. Up here, you are above the clouds—above the storm, where Dvalin is circling in agitation.

It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the brightness and sheer cold. Your wind glider unfurls into position as you use your arms to balance and stay in one place, feeling a mix of terror and awe as your legs dangle above the clouds. A gentle current supports you, and that’s when a voice enters your head.

‘I’m preventing your fall with the power of a thousand winds.’ Venti gently informs. ‘Now harness the anemo energy around you. Grasp it, envision it forming, and let it fly.’

You hear the rumble of Dvalin’s growl from somewhere behind you, kicking your way into a sideways spin just in time to dodge.

‘Oh? You’re even more agile than I thought.’

“You really…” Tears prick at your eyes from the harsh altitude. “Okay, okay. Harness the energy. Try not to pass out.”

You take a few steadying breaths, digging into the ball of tension in your stomach as you narrow your gaze at Dvalin’s spine. Envision the wind around you glowing and absorbing into your body. Then…

Fire.

You feel the recoil of your attack before noticing the sapphire energy itself. Your body glows with elemental power as bullets of anemo fly, steering with your arms as you dive after Dvalin. A mix of fear and adrenaline coils in your chest when you pass through a speed-boosting current, followed by an enraged roar.

It’s as if the anemo around you was bending to your subconscious mind. Up and down you follow Dvalin in the sky, until he grows aggravated enough to flee where your glider can’t follow.

The pressure from his wings launches you backward, puncturing your focus and causing the teal aura around you to fade. You float back down to Barbatos’ statue in the plaza as the atmosphere calms, just in time for your friends to spot you and rush to make sure you’re alright. 

The moment your feet touch the ground, your knees give out and a sharp pain stabs your chest. It’s just from the high altitude, you’re sure, but you allow Paimon and Amber’s to support your weight as you catch your breath. 

Slow clapping enters, and you’re greeted by Kaeya who wears an impressed smile on his lips. His tall frame easily supports you as he takes over Paimon’s side, and informs you that Jean has requested your presence.

“So you actually have the power to go up against a dragon.” Kaeya muses, clever eye glinting. “But have the winds brought us a new hero… or a new storm?”

[nahgwooyin]

"you have yet to obtain the character who wears this outfit. do you still wish to purchase--" yeah give it to me

[jewels-writes]

how i think mondstadt characters would react to traveler getting them a gift (pt. 1)

Characters featured: Diluc, Jean, Kaeya, Klee, Venti

(Also if you want your own custom story with any character from any fandom, please support me on fiverr https://www.fiverr.com/share/vP6NwZ)

Diluc

The Traveler approached Diluc's bar, the Angel's Share, with a small wrapped box in hand. Diluc, who was busy behind the counter, glanced up and nodded to acknowledge the Traveler's presence. The Traveler hesitated for a moment, then cleared their throat.

"Um, Diluc, I, uh, got you a little something," the Traveler said, offering the box to him.

Diluc raised an eyebrow, a hint of curiosity showing in his eyes. He took the box from the Traveler's hand and examined it briefly, then carefully unwrapped it. Inside was a small pendant with a gemstone that glimmered in the light.

Diluc's expression softened as he realized what the gift meant. He looked up at the Traveler and said, "Thank you. This is unexpected, but I appreciate the gesture."

The Traveler smiled, relieved that Diluc didn't seem annoyed or ungrateful. "I'm glad you like it," they said. "I thought it might suit you."

Diluc nodded, then turned his attention back to his work. "I'll wear it tonight," he said, tucking the pendant into his pocket. "Thank you again, Traveler."

Jean

The Traveler approached Jean in the courtyard of the Knights of Favonius headquarters, holding a small wrapped box. Jean looked up from her paperwork, surprised to see the Traveler there.

"Hello, Traveler," Jean said with a warm smile. "Is there something I can assist you with?"

The Traveler hesitated for a moment, then held out the box to Jean. "Actually, I wanted to give you this," they said. "It's a small token of my appreciation for all that you do for the people of Mondstadt."

Jean's expression softened as she took the box and examined it. She carefully unwrapped it and found a delicate bracelet inside.

"This is lovely," Jean said, holding the bracelet up to the light. "Thank you so much, Traveler. You really didn't have to do this."

The Traveler smiled. "I wanted to," they said. "You're always helping others, and I wanted to show my gratitude."

Jean nodded, then clasped the bracelet around her wrist. "It's beautiful," she said. "And it will remind me of your kindness every time I wear it."

The Traveler grinned, pleased that Jean liked the gift. "I'm glad," they said. "Take care, Jean."

Jean watched the Traveler depart, then returned to her paperwork with a small smile on her lips.

Kaeya

The Traveler entered the Knights of Favonius headquarters and spotted Kaeya standing by a window, gazing out at the city. They approached him cautiously, holding a small wrapped box.

"Hey, Kaeya," the Traveler said tentatively. "I, um, got you a present."

Kaeya turned to face the Traveler, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Is that so?" he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "What could have prompted such generosity?"

The Traveler hesitated for a moment, then held out the box. "I just wanted to show my appreciation for everything you've done to help us," they said. "You've been a valuable ally."

Kaeya smirked, then accepted the box and opened it. Inside was a small, intricately carved knife.

"This is quite a gift," Kaeya said, examining the blade. "I'm almost hesitant to ask where you obtained it."

The Traveler shrugged. "I found it while exploring," they said. "I thought it might be useful to you."

Kaeya nodded, then sheathed the knife and turned back to the window. "I appreciate the sentiment, Traveler," he said. "But I must confess, I'm not quite sure what to do with this."

The Traveler laughed nervously. "Oh, uh, well, you could use it for cooking or something," they suggested.

Kaeya chuckled. "I suppose I could," he said. "Thank you, Traveler. You always know how to surprise me."

The Traveler smiled, glad that Kaeya wasn't upset by the gift. "You're welcome," they said. "Take care, Kaeya."

Kaeya watched as the Traveler left, then returned his gaze to the cityscape outside, the knife still in his hand.

Klee

The Traveler found Klee in the middle of a field, tossing a handful of colorful bombs into the air and giggling with delight. They approached her cautiously, holding a small wrapped box.

"Hey, Klee," the Traveler said tentatively. "I got you a present."

Klee turned to face the Traveler, her eyes lighting up at the sight of the box. "A present?" she exclaimed. "For me? Oh boy, oh boy, what is it?"

The Traveler handed over the box, and Klee eagerly tore off the wrapping paper. Inside was a set of rare fireworks, each one designed to make a different pattern in the sky.

Klee gasped in amazement, her eyes wide with wonder. "Wow, this is amazing!" she exclaimed. "I can't wait to try them out! Thank you so much, Traveler!"

The Traveler smiled, feeling relieved that Klee liked the present. "You're welcome, Klee," they said. "I thought you might appreciate some new fireworks."

Klee beamed with delight, then suddenly pulled out a small bundle of bombs from her pocket. "Hey, do you want to try some out with me?" she asked, holding out the explosives.

The Traveler hesitated, unsure if they were up for such a risky activity. But Klee's enthusiasm was infectious, and before they knew it, they were joining in on the fun, tossing bombs and lighting fireworks in the middle of the field.

As the sun began to set, Klee turned to the Traveler, her face flushed with excitement. "That was so much fun!" she said, giving them a hug. "Thank you for the present, Traveler. You're the best!"

The Traveler smiled, feeling grateful for the chance to make Klee happy. "You're welcome, Klee," they said. "Anytime."

Venti

The Traveler found Venti sitting atop a nearby building, strumming his lyre and humming a tune. They climbed up to join him and held out a small wrapped box.

"Hey, Venti," the Traveler said cheerfully. "I got you a present!"

Venti's eyes lit up as he accepted the box. "Oh, how exciting!" he said, tearing off the wrapping paper. "What could it be?"

Inside was a colorful scarf, made of soft wool and embroidered with intricate patterns.

"It's beautiful," Venti said, holding the scarf up to the light. "And so warm! This will be perfect for the chilly nights in Mondstadt."

The Traveler beamed with pleasure. "I'm so glad you like it," they said. "I wanted to get you something that would fit your style."

Venti grinned mischievously. "My style, eh?" he said. "I can't wait to show this off to my fans. They'll be so jealous!"

The Traveler laughed, then watched as Venti draped the scarf around his neck and struck a pose. "Thank you, my dear Traveler," he said. "This is truly a gift from the heart."

The Traveler smiled, feeling grateful to have made Venti happy. "You're welcome, Venti," they said. "I'm glad I could make you smile."

Venti strummed his lyre again, the notes ringing out into the night. "Let's make some music together soon, okay?" he said, winking at the Traveler.

The Traveler nodded eagerly, excited at the prospect of a duet with the bard. "Definitely," they said. "I can't wait."

[ventimyoneandonly]

𝒲𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒲𝑜𝓃'𝓉

A list of things I will and won't write for + requests

this was written on laptop so I am sorry if anything looks weird efowifmwiefmwie you can request only 1-5 characters per request note: this needs to be edited and I pretty much stopped writing for now srry 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 will write most things if they're not in the will not write category I am better at imagines eifewiowfif ★ = probably not the best at writing ♡ = most likely better at writing ❀ = could be good could be bad ❀♡ = good leaning ❀★ = not that good leaning

𝓕𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸𝓶𝓼 + 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ Sally Face Sal Fisher ♡ Ashley Campbell ❀♡ Larry Johnson ★ Genshin Impact

Kazuha Kaedehara ♡ Freminet ❀♡ Lynette ❀♡ Xiao ❀★ Klee ❀♡ (strictly platonic) Tighnari ❀ Wanderer ❀ Madoka Magica small edit: I may do a little romance idk though Madoka Kaname ❀♡ Mami Tomoe ❀ Kyubey ❀ (platonic only) Twisted Wonderland - I haven't had time to play it but shhhh Epel Felmier ❀ (I will only be good at romantic) more will be added to the future 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 just don't request stuff like or similar to this and we'll be good Nsfw (smut, gore, stuff like that) Incest enemies to lovers because I would be terrible at it violence character x character with madoka magica being the exception to this rule probably won't write the reader being a specific body type or stuff like that

[lichedits]

GENSHIN IMPACT EP: Trail of the Scorching Summer Treasure

[chigirisprincess]

୧ ‧₊ little hands little hearts ˚ ⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶ

[l0reenthusiast]

i've created what i'm pretty sure is a self-insert au using a shogun and ei chatbot and lorewise it miightt make sense and i'm gonna make content on it, give no context most of the time AND give each trio,squad,duo songs that remind me of the duo and songs that fit their relationship. both will be seperate obviously.

[ein-playgames]

So I saw someone put the Gongcha x Genshin Collab cup in a photo insert tumblr. I wasn’t careful enough so it kind of ruined it a bit. Tho I think it isn’t too noticeable unless you nitpick.

[chaos-creature-on-the-roof]

fuck it im tired

TUMBLR MOOT POTLUCK

reblog with your drink, food, and/or dessert of choice, tag your moots, put something fun like a song or game or website you like, idc! Just keep it light because the world sucks enough already :D

Garlic bread, chicken soup, beef stew, veggie stew, asparagus, peas and corn, mac n cheese, deviled eggs, spaghetti with red sauce to the side. Help yourself!

tagging all moots!

@nyrislikesstars @akymyru @theneonghosts @nuget138 @klee-0

@depressedquetzal @trannypanny @planetahahmane @wlwlwlwsworld @chaos-triangle

@prometheus2007 @anotherdeathwitch @magpiethepunkfairy @isaac-the-human @arctictern12

@digi1alfaetr1nket @kablehell779 @bugbrain-90 @crystal-cluster-collective @unstableunicornsofasgard

@scarletbeast @fellow-queer-birdguy @theverynothumankai @fernandahd2023 @bifluidmax08

@heckyeaheclectic @universalisartdesign @quicklight-the-exister @aneurysm38 @i-am-the-walrus777

@pan-ickinggeekformanythings @audreyrose7 @rubygrace2001 @viewmonster-official-account @dqszcrete-1

@fromthepinnacle2thepit @thefundisorderdiary @adriannlily @ibuildblasters @almosthumongouspizza

@c3d4ry33n @the-candyman-is-here @arthooooor @nyateisback @dinowizards

@justalexisfine @ajrenthusiast @toastyliltoasts @flowey-the-lanternflower56 @insert-cool-name-here1

@thearchivistofnowhere @love-me-love-my-weirdness @silly-fox-and-its-stuffies @blu3bl00d3d @bananapuddingwithwhip

@slay-llifrey @tear-the-polymorphkin @practical-hearthcraft @freeasfuck1 @greywclf

@mango-mentally-ill @bloodkrieg21 @plural-void @somecrustypunk @s0upt1m3

@residentdisaster @grayvere @criminalweasel @everythingismadeofchaos @capring

@disappointedcreeper @wolftheghost @localcanadiancryptid22 @be-gentle-with-littluns-2 @friskheart000

@slushydog08 @sleepycupcakesmiles @slimylittlemaggot @paradizeofchaoz @snortoceanweed

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[queenothegeeks]

Creator with coping mechanisms

part 2! Part one can be found here (pls let me know if the link doesn’t work I’m doing this on my phone and I’m d y i n g)

Even the creator gets stressed, so, how do you relax?

A creator who cooks or bakes to deal with stress

After a very stressful day of meeting important dignitaries and public figures, you felt like settling down, reading a recipe or making something from memory to remind you of home. Maybe you have music playing in your head or maybe it’s just empty, feeling comfortable doing something you love

Maybe giving the food you make to other characters in the game, or you hand them out to random people, like kids from the house of the hearth.  Or maybe you just sit and eat it all for yourself (which, is valid, bc tbh I don’t want anyone else eating my food)  

Hey (insert character)! I made too much of this and I was wondering if you wanted some! I hope you like it!

Hey Timme, I'm really sorry for scaring away all the birds, but I made an extra loaf of bread for you to feed them with, is that okay? 

Creator who writes stories or fanfiction as a coping mechanism (me) 

Finding it hard to sit down and write, even though you really want to. Maybe it's the environment or the people that you are with, but once you get into the zone, the world just disappears. 

Maybe you write the fluffiest fluff that ever fluffed, with found family and just silly moments with your characters (oc or not), or perhaps you write the saddest things known to god that make even the most heartless of characters cry

“Are you…are you crying”

(sniff, sniff) NO! Maybe…” 

“Are you okay? Why are you crying”

“I stole-borrowed your notebook because I was worried about you (they wanted more intel or smt idk) and I started reading it. And it's really sad WHY ARE YOU WRITING SUCH SAD STUFF?”

“WHY ARE YOU READING MY NOTEBOOK!?” 

A creator who embroiders to relax (don't @ me pls i've never embroidered) 

You didn't tell anyone about it, knowing that someone would try to convince you to make business out of it (probs Dori) but after you had to ask for a few bandages after you poked your hand on your needle, the cat was out of the bag. 

“But we could sell it for a ton! We could even send a few things to museums! …if you want ig”. 

“Thanks, I'm good…”

“Why not!?”

(Don't threaten them with needle Dont threaten them with needle Don’t threaten them with needle-)

Or if you get lucky, maybe they just ask you to make them something instead of making a glorified pyramid scheme. 

“Can you make something for me?”

“You should work with Chiori!”

“Can you embroider me!?”

… Yeah maybe this isn't much better.

Chaos demon! (Arson with klee 2.0!)

“Are they okay..?”

“Let them have this”

“Sir, their grace is setting everything on fire”

“Its fine”

Let me know if I missed any habits in the comments! Remember, if you see any spelling mistakes, no you didn’t.

[kimmi-iii]

Hey klee!! I just finished RE4R but somehow I can't stop thinking about RE2 Leon!!! Help!! Got any ideas for some fluff (or smut hehe) surrounding college-boyfriend!Leon?? It might be a little niche but it's consuming and rotting my brain I can'ttt I have a couple thoughts but I'm wondering if you have any headcanons or drabbles on how he'd ask you(or reader) out, would you get to see him between classes (maybe he's in the academy, or maybe he's in college w/ you), hmmm maybe what it'd be like if you were sharing a place... idk something wholesome!! (or maybe a lil spicy but I don't really have any ideas about that besides Leon being a switch/sub)

Omg I'm so into Leon being a switch leaning towards sub :3

Here are my takes/headcanons about Leon Kennedy being your silly college bf!!

Afab!reader

SFW:

-We're most likely talking about RE2R Leon so I could totally see him doing something super cheesy like bringing you roses, face masks, and hugs from behind

-He's 5'8" aka 172cm so he's a pretty tall guy. So hes just 10x taller than you but is such a softie.

-This man can cook!!! Not much to really work with in a college dorm (I'd say so at least but I'm not a chef) but Leon would definitely have a few cooking tricks up his sleeves that are simple and easy to do

-The typa guy to stay up with you to cuddle and watch movies. Depending on the day he might not even pay attention ;)

-Might be a slight self insert, but if you're in a performance arts major/in the school's plays, Leon is definitely there to support you and would go to every show you're in.

-he gives off "beauty and brains" kinda guy. He definitely played some sort of sport in high school. Probably baseball or lacrosse. And he definitely has mostly As and Bs. This man is just so damn good in school--and he looks good? Dream come true

NSFW:

-Since he's in college, he's younger. And since he's younger Leon, he's definitely a sub-leaning switch.

-He's most likely not a virgin but he practically has no experience. So you could definitely pretend he is one

-Just imagine him whimpering and whining on the bed in your dorm room. His poor pink tip leaking precum while he waits for you to stop teasing him.

-"F-fuck--please please please! I-I need-i need you so so bad..." He says as you're kissing all over his body except the thing that needed the most attention

-and when you actually do touch it? Oh the pretty boy is so relieved. You're giving the head of his cock kitten licks as you jerk off the rest.

-but when you start giving the sloppiest blowjob or begin riding him? He's on cloud nine. His cock twitching from the warmth wetness if your mouth--or he's whining and gripping onto your hips and thighs from your tight, wet pussy as you ride him.

-This man probably has the best cum shots. After you climax, you pull off of him and immediately begin to jerk him off. That alone has him gripping at the bed sheets and bucking his hips into your hand as cum spills all over his torso.

-Since he's inexperienced, you either fall asleep next to each other after, or you help clean him up for aftercare

-did I mention he makes the more prettiest noises and cutest faces when you dom him? His little mouth hangs open, his face is flushed and hair sticks onto his forehead

(I would do some for when he's top but I'm in a femdom mood)