#they act like rivals but it’s only what diluc thinks

[violetshideout]

Chiluc high school au is living in my head rent free

I like them being rivals to lovers but like rivals who care about each other. So like Diluc worries about things like studying and keeping up a proper image. Also since they are high school students in a modern era school pressure SUCKS. Staying up late doing schoolwork to be the best.

Childe being smart while I feel like he does study. I feel like he’d take pride in how he doesn’t study often and instead does more focus on physical classes. Like PE or some sort of sport. Yes I like Jock Childe but not the typical muscle head player. More like maybe gymnast or softball kind of jock. Does that make sense? Oh well.

So like maybe since they are young they are more playful in their rivalry. Diluc being pre-Crepus’s death is a bit more carefree. Childe being the kid who dares diluc into being even more carefree. Doing things like getting him to sneak out or ditch the classes with teachers who hate him. Diluc thinks it’s a rivalry over grades and stuff.

Childe at first thinks Diluc is pretty but a bit uptight with his grades. After all he only ever saw him studying. Then he witnessed diluc sneaking out of his house and decided he was in love. Childe taking him to his favorite hideout spots. Maybe even teaching Diluc he doesn’t need to be the best to be loved.

Realizing now this isn’t much of rivals to lovers. Uh whoops. Well I can’t really write them like that yet. But use your imagination for that part.

Older brother Kaeya trying to keep Childe away from his precious baby brother. Why? Cause Diluc is a smart and talented person. While Childe is smart and too carefree for Kaeya’s liking. Diluc however doesn’t want to be babied so he sneaks out and secretly starts dating Childe anyways.

Ooo I imagine them being pretty good at hiding their relationship until they get to college. Going to the same college then BAM all handsie and shit. In the way like they are always hold hands or hanging off one another.

Only that’s as far as it goes. No kissing or PDA like that since that’s for private spaces. Childe is fully okay with that. Haha Kaeya getting the shock of his life when he finally has to admit that Childe makes Diluc happy. Maybe they lost contact after Diluc left for college or something Dunno about that part yet. Don’t want to make ragbros angst butttt I personally imagine Kaeya just trying to keep people away from diluc thinking it was for the best. Instead it causes this sort of rift when he starts dating Childe and Kaeya didn’t approve at first or something.

High school sweethearts is just so UGH.

[erosiism]

GENSHIN MEN AND…

prompt: HOW THEY WOULD REACT IF YOU SACRIFICED YOUR LIFE FOR THEM | part two

character(s): childe, ayato [part one is finished, it features diluc & zhongli]

warnings(s): angst ofc—mention of blood, my first post on tumblr so my writing style may be a little icky, inaccuracies since I haven’t looked up genshin lore for a hot minute 

note(s): male reader, second person, present tense, not beta read

AYATO

note(s); you are his fiance

Your marriage alliance is purely for business. Ayato knows that. He’s the head of the Yashiro Commission's Kamisato plan—he’s busy, for god’s sake. He doesn’t want to waste time or beat around the bush: if he is to marry you, the only son of the L/n clan, he will, but he doesn’t want you to expect any pleasantries. He will be cordial and polite enough, but he doesn’t have the time to butter you up. He will mind his own business, and so will you. He is not one for earthly desires. He cares far more for his clan’s prestige and for surviving to play the role of a husband.

“[Name], right?” He smiles at you. You smile back, your posture stiff and your smile fixed painfully on your face. “I’m sure we know what this marriage is intended for.”

Your skin feels tight. “I do.”

“You can go to Thoma should you have any inquiries. My sister will help you too should you need anything.”

You tilt your head. Your tone is straightforward and blunt. “And you?”

“I’ll be busy,” Ayato says politely.

“I understand.”

There: your first conversation had been completely unremarkable and bland. But Ayato had appreciated that you had been straight to the point. You had been completely no nonsense, and Ayato at least, did not feel annoyed. He has too many things on his plate to deal with trivial things like romance: too many rival clans are trying to assassinate him, too many people are trying to destroy his clan. He does his own things, you do too. Occasionally you two meet—it’s just one house, after all, and you two make polite conversation. You make for a rather amusing partner at times, you make him laugh, and with you he feels relaxed.

Sometimes he plays the tricks he plays on Thoma; but it’s almost impressive to see you stomach the strange food he feeds you. You tease him with a rather sweet straight face; in calm tones, you poke fun at him. Ayato forgets that the two of you are married, at times, but there are also the rare times that he’s almost pleased.

Months pass after your encounter. The two of you have lapsed into a routine. Ayato finds that there are times he almost looks forward to the occasions the two of you meet. He starts planning brief instances where he can see you: he starts to finish his work a little quicker so he’ll be able to see you. He lessens your workload so you won’t be tired. He buys trinkets that remind him of you. He starts to reach out to you a lot more. 

He notices you smiling more. You seem pleased, joyful, even at this. 

(“Gosh,” Ayaka tells him once, smiling sweetly. “You two do act like a married couple.”

Married. Ah. Right. Ayato has nearly forgotten.)

One day, as he’s out, he spots a gem the color of your eyes. He spends a decidedly long time looking at it, choosing it carefully, before he tucks it in your pocket. You deserve to have nice things, he thinks to himself. And so he will give it to you. His husband.

But when he returns home, he doesn’t expect to see the sight of you barely breathing, your breaths shuddering, your body limp. Thoma and Ayaka are not in sight. They must have gone out today. And you…

The gem clinks in his pocket as he runs towards you.

“[Name],” Ayato calls for your messily, the words falling over each other as they spill from his mouth, “[Name]!”

The last word is a yell. “[Name], please…who did this to you?”

“Those bastards,” you say weakly, “from…that…clan…they wanted information. They…”

“And you—”

“I didn’t give it to them, if that’s what you were worried about,” you manage to choke out. “I know how important it was to you.”

The information. Right. The scrolls. Right. Important? Perhaps months ago Ayato would have agreed. After all, that was months, almost a year of hard work. But looking at you now, Ayato begged to differ. Here you were, bleeding out, dying, because of him.

You sacrificed yourself. You sacrificed yourself for him.

“I know what this marriage was intended for,” you repeat the words he had told you when you two had first met. His husband. His beloved husband. His darling. “I’ve honored it.”

“No,” Ayato cradles you, feeling as if life escapes your body. Your body is turning cold. “No!”

It’s too late. The gem rolls out of his pocket, and Ayato despairs.

The gem is no longer the color of your beautiful eyes.

It’s bathed in red.

CHILDE

note(s); you are from fatui

There are countless deaths when it comes to Fatui. It has become disturbingly normal. And you are Tartaglia’s subordinate. The eleventh harbinger’s associate. You two hit it off, immediately: you are of similar age, and you have a little brother the same age as Teucer. Or: you had a little brother. He was torn away from you because of your poor living conditions in Snezhnaya. And that was what spurred you on to make a last ditch attempt to join the Fatui to find a purpose somehow; to riddle yourself with work so you cannot think of your brother’s death.

Childe has been nothing but sweet to you so far. You have been seeing two sides of him: the tender, gentle side to him when he talks about Teucer, when he speaks of the little letters he gets from his siblings, or on the occasions he speaks to you. And the other is more wild; more bloodthirsty—and in those instances, you can see the marks that the Abyss has left on him. That uncontrollable urge to ravage everything in sight; to leave it broken and damaged.

Today is no different. The two of you tread the snow as you walk up the mountains. Childe is laughing as he is telling you stories. You listen to him like you always do. Neither of you spot the Ruin Guards. Not even three—by some wretched curse, there are five of them, lumbering behind. And by the time their shadows loom before the two of you, it’s too late.

Childe flinches; you reach out to him in desperation before you see him shift into his Foul Legacy form. 

What rotten luck, you curse to yourself, adrenaline starting to fill in. What kind of stupid thing have we walked into?

You have seen him use it a few times—once against three Ruin Guards. He defeated them without much difficulty—but you had seen the after effects. You had seen the way he had panted for his breath; the way his face had turned pale, the way he had quivered and had grasped onto you and the Traveler for help.

He does the same. There’s still two remaining, and Childe’s still standing. But you see him clutching his head. You think of Teucer. Childe has a family to return to. You have no one. In a way, this action would be the most logical. The most understanding. It will be a sacrifice for Childe and his brother. You know the pain of losing a brother—you don’t want Teucer to go through that again.

“I think I can handle them,” you tell Childe quietly. You don’t have a vision, but you have a delusion you have yet to use. “Go. Rest.”

“[Name],” Childe warns.

“Teucer.” Is the only word you say.

Childe’s eyes widen. He bites his lip. He sees your point—you knew he would. 

“I’ll come back alive,” you promise.

“[Name],” he tries again.

“See you later.” It’s a clear dismissal. 

You push him a little to the side; Childe stumbles away. Then you quickly unleash the delusion you have kept and unsheathe your sword. Childe was the one that taught you how to use a sword—and now you recall his advice as you step to the side. The delusion has potentially lethal consequences. You know that. It’s your first time using it. You know that too. The energy thrums in your fingertips as you start to battle—the crimson lashes out between your teeth and blows start to rain on you.

You think of your brother. It was your lack of strength that caused his death—you can still remember his shouts, his screams—and even now they haunt you. You don’t waver, but your stance and your attacks become sloppy. Useless, you think harshly, useless! I can’t even—

The delusion unleashes more power in your desperation. The ruin guards start to sway and fall. You continue, but now blood is bursting from every crevice, every corner: wounds open, flesh tears away, and your mouth overflows with blood. The ventricles of your heart seem to be pulsing dangerously—the delusion is ripping away your mortality in return for its power. You continue. Your eyes start to tear—

Thuds tell you of the defeat of the guards. You slump in relief. Your feet carried you to Childe, who has collapsed on the ground.

“Childe,” you call weakly. “I…”

The words don’t leave your throat. Your broken stance is not the one that jolts him from his consciousness, but it is the splutter of blood and the horrid gargle your throat make when you start to retch out blood that horrifies him.

“[Name]!” He yells, “[Name]!”

“Let me close my eyes,” you plead. “I’m so tired.”

“No. Let’s—let’s get you to—”

“Please,” you start to beg him. “I think…”

Childe knows better. You will die if you close your eyes. He has to get you help—he can’t let you die. 

Oh. 

Oh. 

He has loved you. He loves you. He adores you.

“You promised me,” Childe starts to whisper brokenly, “you promised me, [Name]. You said you'd come back alive. You said you will…”

The promise is shattered when your head slips from his grasp.

Your first and last promise to him, broken.

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[baeshijima]

going through all my old hsr and genshin concepts rn and omg i need to write/finish some of these like actually???

like?? wdym i havent started the fallen/banished god!blade x god!reader 20k slow burn pining hurt/comfort "i have never stopped thinking about you for the last millennia and now that you're finally here in front of me once more i won't let you go even if you try to flee" old friends to barely recognisable husk of former self (reader pov of blade) to lovers fic yet???

wdym i havent started the reverse transmigration into a murder mystery novel where ur a side character who gets killed off for cheap plot progression and served as the main character (diluc)'s reason for vengeance with aether and lumine having transmigrated into the novel before your death and save you only to not realise that things happen for a reason and now they are constantly trying to protect you from all forms of death alongside the growing ragtag group of the main cast as they vie for your attention fic yet????

wdym i havent started the kamisama kiss au fic for both genshin and hsr despite having so many brainrots about the possible dynamics between familiar!characters under your contract and fellow god!characters who you meet along the journey of being a god yet???

wdym i havent started the devoted-yet-dramatic knight!argenti x fed-up-but-secretly-loves-it heir!reader 10k comedy pining slight hurt/comfort fic yet???

wdym i havent started that one-sided rivals (character yet to be decided on) time travel into the future where you find yourself married to self-proclaimed rival and have a crisis over how you came to be wed and where this affection from them came to be while they're wondering why you're avoiding them and acting like you did when you were both still students fic yet???

wdym i havent finished the soulmate!blade or actor!blade fics yet despite having so much groundwork laid out for them???

wdym i havent finished the transmigration into a fodder side character and accidentally stealing all the male leads from the female lead and then some more despite it already being 8-9k words in fic yet???

wdym i havent started the hsr version equivalent of the prev wip fic yet???

wdym i havent finished the cat dad bass player previously renowned national fencer university student blade 10k pining fic yet???

wdym i havent finished the hsr celeb/actor!various au despite being 5k words in and constantly revising what characters im actually including in it fic yet???

WDYM I STILL HAVE MORE WIPS ASIDE FROM THESE??????

[augustinewrites]

ayoo... mayhaps we get a moment when Kaeya finally realizes he's ready for kids??

i have been hoarding this ask for way too long and i know in my heart of hearts that kaeya would want to adopt a child

every saturday afternoon, on what’s meant to be your day off, you and kaeya teach a swordsmanship seminar. 

when kaeya had first been given the responsibility by the acting grand master, you’d only tagged along to watch. you handed out water and pretended not to swoon whenever the sun reached its peak and your husband undid a few more buttons of his shirt. 

you’d only started helping out after the incident where bennett had somehow cut mika’s finger off. the seminar had grown so popular that it was hard for him to keep track of all the attendees and all their limbs, apparently. not just amongst the knights and the members of the adventurer’s guild. 

“captain kaeya!” the kids shout, almost trampling over bennett as they rush over to their favourite knight. he greets each one of them by name, patting their heads and ruffling their hair as they gaze up at him, excited for today’s lesson.

he outfits each of them with a wooden training sword, making sure they’re all arms-length apart before beginning. like always, he starts with leading them in a battle cry. 

“knights use battle cries to rally their spirits and remind themselves what they’re fighting for before a battle,” he explains, pointing his sword up high, prompting the children to do the same. “what are you guys passionate about? what are we fighting for today?”

“for sticky honey roast!” a girl with twin pigtails cries out with a passion you think might rival jean’s.

“alright,” he laughs, flashing you a smile when you giggle from the sidelines. “today we learn to fight in the name of sticky honey roast.”

each stance and swing of his sword, the children copy. their footwork is a little wobbly and their sword swings a touch hesitant, but it’s nothing that kaeya can’t fix, squatting down to adjust their footing or their grip. he always seems to know what each child needs, offering gentle words of encouragement and always praising them for a job well done. 

the children look at him like he hung the moon and stars, and kaeya, of course, preens at their attention. they crowd him when they’re done with their lesson, when he rewards them with candies and little trinkets.

“thank you, papa!” the girl with the pigtails exclaims, throwing herself into his arms. the look on kaeya’s face is priceless. 

the sun is setting by the time he’s finished, his arm slung around your shoulder as you walk to angel’s share. 

you glance up at him, nothing the soft remnants of a smile still gracing his face. “you’re in a good mood.”

“of course i am. i have a good life,” he answers, pulling you closer. “and i had a good day, hanging out with those kids.” 

“you’re really good with them,” you nod. “they really love you.”

you’re not surprised, because kaeya is good with everyone. all of mondstadt adores the calvary captain. 

“after i walked them back to the orphanage the headmaster said—” he pauses, seeming uncharacteristically hesitant. “she said i’d be a good father someday.”

“you’d be a great dad,” you murmur, reaching up to pat his hand. 

“do you think about stuff like that? with me, i mean.” 

“no, with huffman,” you tease, causing him to scoff and turn away. you simply laugh, resting your head on his shoulder. “kaeya, of course i’ve thought about starting a family with you someday.”

he perks up a little, pausing mid-stride in front of the tavern. “why don’t we start now, then?” 

you gaze flicks toward the door. “is diluc’s future niece or nephew about to be conceived in the back room of his tavern?”

he rubs the back of his neck a little sheepishly. “i mean they could be…but - only if it’s alright with you - i’d actually like to go back to the orphanage. there are a lot of kids here who need parents. and when i think about what crep— about what my father did for me, i want to do that.” 

_____

on sundays, everyone gathers at the alberich household for dinner (where the main course is always a sticky honey roast, as per a special someone’s request.)

kaeya’s gaze is pulled in your direction when he hears you laugh, conversing with diluc as you weave twin plaits into your daughter’s hair. 

the little boy in his arms (with your eyes and his nose) is restless, eager to be let down to play. so kaeya sets him on the floor, pressing a kiss atop the crown of his head and making sure he’s steady before letting him toddle towards his sister. you coo when she pulls him into her lap, hugging him tightly. 

kaeya leans back in his chair, watching the scene before him unfold with a quiet smile on his face. he’s always felt a little split on the inside, unsure of his place in the world. 

but now he knows that it’s most certainly right here.

[strwberri-milk]

Could you please write a little fic of Kaeya and the femlead fucking after Diluc confessed to her and Kaeya is telling her that she belongs to him and no one else?

You and Kaeya were always close friends, bonding over the most mundane of things. The two of you were practically inseparable ever since the day you met and became each other's closest confidantes.

When he first introduced you to his brother Diluc he could immediately tell that Diluc was interested in you. Diluc's eyes widened marginally and the typical cold politeness that he has was a lot warmer. Kaeya knew that Diluc wanted you, but there's no way he's letting that happen.

Diluc didn't even tell Kaeya that he wanted to confess - probably because he didn't think Kaeya would object. To Diluc, you and Kaeya were just close friends and Kaeya never seemed to show any romantic interest in you.

Of course, you told Kaeya and he wasn't exactly angry at Diluc. More so annoyed at him, but it also meant that he had to come over to "discuss" what Diluc said to you.

"Who do you belong to?" Kaeya hisses into your ear, biting more marks into your throat as he fucks into you.

You have no idea how things escalated this far. You knew Kaeya wanted to talk to you about what Diluc said to you and then somehow it ended up with you pressed against your door as he kissed you hard. Somewhere in there was a confession for how he's loved you since the day he met you and that he would never forgive himself for losing to Diluc if you said yes to his confession.

Now he was railing into you, making you look right at him with a hand on your chin and the other on your hips. You can feel your wetness staining the crotch of his pants, moaning desperately as he presses another kiss to your lips.

"I asked you a question," he says against your mouth, almost drowned out by the sound of your bodies meeting over and over.

"I think you should answer it."

"Yours, Kaeya I'm yours," you cry out, the hands holding tightly to his shirt growing pale from how you cling to him.

"Don't you forget it."

There's no way you'd be able to, not with the way his cock bullies itself into your sweet little pussy over and over again, or with the sweet nothings he was whispering in your ear.

The warmth of his body is only rivaled by the warmth of him inside of you, your body trembling as he makes you cum at the same time as him. His eye only leaves your face to look at your tits heaving, wishing he had the foresight to rip your shirt off in addition to your bottoms. It would have been a wonderful sight, one that he'll have to create sometime soon.

However, the sight in front of him right now is just as tantalising. Your body is spent from his, pussy still clenching intermittently around his cock and each press against him makes his eye roll back into his head. Gods he wants to fuck you again so bad but the dazed look in your eyes makes him want to hold you close to him and spoil you in softer attention.

A soft whimper from your lips breaks him out of his stupor, chuckling a little to himself as he gives you a soft kiss and pulls out. Your hands grab at him as you feel his warmth disappear, looking up at him pitifully.

"What now?" you ask him quietly, the silence crawling in at the sides as you realise Kaeya might have just said things in the heat of the moment.

"What do you mean?"

"Do you just clean yourself off and leave after fucking my brains out?"

He laughs again and you narrow your eyes at him, face morphing into surprise when he kisses you again.

"I told you you're mine. I intend to act like it."

[azullumi]

✧˚ · . SINGLES

him as your lover (headcanons) ; kazuha

pining (headcanons) ; alhaitham

in love (headcanons) ; wanderer

cold hands (ficlet) ; albedo

comforting you (headcanons) ; wanderer

in love (headcanons) ; albedo

sweet, gentle, and everything nice (headcanons) ; wanderer

when words run out, actions speak (ficlet) ; wanderer

living together (headcanons) ; tighnari

spending time with him (headcanons) ; tighnari

kisszoned (ficlet/drabble) ; wanderer

academic rivals (headcanons) ; alhaitham

unspoken confessions (ficlet) ; wanderer

pining (headcanons) ; cyno

haunted by your ghost (ficlet) ; wanderer

adopting a kitty (ficlet) ; wanderer

falling in love (headcanons) ; kaveh

streamer kaveh twitch tv dot com (scenario) ; kaveh

first date (headcanons) ; kaveh

to become something (headcanons) ; wanderer

cuddles (headcanons) ; itto

love in strings and songs (ficlet) ; wanderer

modern relationship (headcanons) ; ayato

like a swan to the lake (headcanons) ; wanderer

and all the things he hates (ficlet) ; wanderer

and the wind might forget (ficlet) ; xiao

domestic things (headcanons) ; fatui!scara

what is home? (ficlet/drabble) ; alhaitham

paint vulnerability on his skin (headcanons) ; wanderer / scara

kisses to heal loneliness (ficlet/drabble) ; wanderer

with a taller reader (headcanons) ; wanderer / scara

reader with chronic insomnia (headcanons/scenario) ; wanderer

everyone adores you, at least i do (headcanons) ; prince!ayato

the night we met (ficlet) ; wanderer

midnight calls and comfort (scenario) ; alhaitham

it's a quarter after one, i’m all alone, and i need you now (scenario) ; wanderer

say yes to heaven (ficlet) ; wanderer

dangerously yours ; alhaitham

✧˚ · . DUO / MULTI

love language, pt. 1 (headcanons) ; ayato, tighnari, thoma

love language, pt. 2 (headcanons) ; xiao, kazuha, and cyno

christmas cookies (headcanons/scenario) ; childe and thoma

the minecraft experience with them (headcanons) ; various

playing horror games (headcanons) ;  ayato, diluc, childe, and alhaitham

mornings with him, pt. 1 (ficlet/scenario) ; alhaitham, tighnari, and cyno

mornings with him, pt. 2 (ficlet/scenario) ; ayato, kazuha, and wanderer

but love is cruel (ficlet) ; kazuha, wanderer, and alhaitham

a family with them (headcanons) ; wanderer and ayato

attention (ficlet/scenario) ; tighnari, cyno, and alhaitham

in simple moments, in small acts of love (ficlet) ; alhaitham, albedo, and cyno

in simple moments, in small acts of love (ficlet) ; kaveh, tighnari, and ayato

in small bits of him, pt. 1 (headcanons) ; tighnari and alhaitham

in small bits of him, pt. 2 (headcanons) ; kaveh and cyno

boyfriend messages, pt. 1 (headcanons) ; wanderer and tighnari

boyfriend messages, pt. 2 (headcanons) ; ayato and alhaitham

boyfriend messages, pt. 3 (headcanons) ; diluc and kaveh

love at first sight (headcanons) ; ayato, alhaitham, and wanderer

i like flowers, i like you (drabble/ficlet) ; alhaitham, wanderer, and diluc

princess treatment (headcanons) ; ayato, alhaitham, and diluc

jealousy (headcanons) ; various

drunk habits (headcanons) ; various

sleep is the essence of the soul (headcanons) ; cyno, wanderer, tighnari, and alhaitham

all the gestures of love between you two (headcanons) ; wanderer, kaveh, and pantalone

"would you still love me even if i was a worm?" (scenario/ficlet) ; wanderer, kaveh, and alhaitham

cuddle times with him (headcanons) ; various

"oh no, there's only one bed" (headcanons) ; various

touch-starved (ficlet) ; various

"are we..." (headcanons) ; kazuha, ayato, alhaitham, and tartaglia

his habits during it (headcanons) ; various

the type to... (headcanons) ; anemo boys

post-breakup (ficlet/scenario) ; various

heart to heart, pt. 1 (ficlet) ; ayato, cyno, and diluc

heart to heart, pt. 2 (ficlet) ; kaveh, wanderer, and cyno

wine pon you (ficlet/scenario) ; various

something about you (ficlet/scenario) ; various

grocery shopping with him (headcanons) ; various

i think i like this little life (headcanons) ; various

the steambird’s latest: how to be a good father (headcanons) ; various

passing notes with wanderer/scara and kinich (headcanons)

✧˚ · . SPECIAL

and they were roommates (masterlist) ; to have him as your roommate, what is it like? how does he often act around his home shared with you?

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[smorres]

Fake It Til' You Make It (or not).

༉‧₊˚. (Pretend) Boyfriend? Check! Pasta as the cause of your death? Not anymore, check! What to do when said pretend boyfriend doesn't want to pretend anymore? Uhhh... Choke on pasta, I supposed? ༉‧₊˚. Fake Dating AU with BFF!Diluc X GN!Reader hi tumblr!! i'm ceci and for todays forecast i share my mediocre diluc posting becs diluc stans never miss xoxox i wrote this on a whim with my guts spilling out for our favorite darknight hero so i hope youll love it lol! do drop by to say hi and share what you think <333

"I can't pretend anymore."

The fear that flashes on your face is not enough to gloss over the horrible, horrible sensations of anxiety and all things bad boiling at the pit of your stomach. You stare at the boy across you, your jaw completely slacked at the bullet sniped at your already wounded heart.

Ah, the past few days were too good to be true.

Sweat pooled at the palm of your hands. And you thought Diluc was enjoying this! You were so sure with the way his usual stoic expression faded when he baked cookies with your mom, or when he agreed to climb trees with your little cousins, almost falling to his death with a huge guffaw after losing his balance, or when he clearly looked excited when you took him out to the dingy convenience store with years of horror at the outskirts!

"Wha-... What do you mean?" You asked the painfully obvious; ready to run the second you hear him open his mouth to speak. Ready to pack your bags when you expect his usual monotone voice replaced by a pitch of annoyance (which you only hear him use on his brother). God, help me.

And for the nth time, you wonder why Diluc even agreed to this arrangement. Or, why you ever thought of asking Diluc, out of everyone, to help you with your problem: bring a boyfriend home or your mother's strangling you with Christmas pasta. Your outrageous cries for help after your mother's call didn't seem as lovely as you thought it was, but what was more outrageous was Diluc's soft compliance at your beck and call. (Pretend) Boyfriend? Check! Pasta as the cause of your death? Not anymore, Check!

"You heard me," Diluc says with a sigh. You almost took that as your cue to leave. "I can't pretend anymore"

You've lost it the second you heard him, and in the heat of the moment, you grab his hands with lightning speed that even startled Diluc. He clearly looked shaken as his eyes widened at your sudden ministrations. "Look [name], the past days I've thought about it through, and--"

"Why? I mean we're going back home tomorrow and it's not like you can just storm to my family and admit we aren't dating!" Your anxiety floods away in a snap and red bloody anger replaces the fear in your heart. "I know you don't like me, but at least act like it!"

"Wait-- I don't like you?"

"Huh?"

Red as dark as his hair paints his painfully handsome face. Your grip on him loosens as silence fills the void between you two, you suddenly feel so small as you stare at him in confusion, or admiration, or maybe even both. You don't know what's going on or what the hell you should do when Diluc snorts at you. Should you just deck him in the face while you're at it?

"I think there's a misunderstanding here." He coughs and you completely let go of him. The confusion written over your face served as the catalyst for Diluc to throw a fit of giggles almost rivaling children age nine. It was now your turn to feel like you were flung into a hot pit of boiling water, especially with the growing smile on Diluc's face. You feel funny and bothered, extremely bothered.

"I meant I can't pretend anymore because I do really like you." He takes your hand this time placing it on his chest. You feel an erratic thumping against your palm, like butterflies longing to be freed from the cages that kept them from soaring. Euphoria crept up your body like second skin as you fell deaf on both ears, realization struck you like the summer heat of June and you almost almost flung your arms at Diluc. "Do you want to date me, for real this time?"

"You fucking asshole, of course, I do."

[calxkrbd]

hatred (cw. mentions injuries. diluc x harbinger!reader)

“The more you hate, the more you love,” they say, Diluc merely scoffs at this. He spent half of his life resenting the people of your nation and field of work, yet he wonders why he gravitates towards you despite being his so-called enemy.

-

Diluc’s eyes turn into slits as he and the last person he ever wanted to cross paths with makes eye contact. “Get out.”

You let out a gasp and clutched your chest, feigning a hurt expression. “I haven’t even been here for less than a minute and you already want me gone, Master Diluc?”

The darknight hero grits his teeth, “Get out before I drag your ass out of my premises.”

You clicked your tongue, “Always so cruel.”

Enraged, Diluc lunges, but halts his movements when he sees you clutching your abdomen, hands coated in crimson. “Why are you-“ His words falter as you stagger, and Diluc barely managed to catch you without almost falling himself.

He scowls,” What the hell is wrong with you?”

You notice the latter’s fleeting gaze and smile grimly, “I didn’t know where else to go.”

-

“Just because I’m doing this doesn’t mean we’re on good terms, fatui.”

“The thought never crossed my mind.” You let out an airy chuckle, but winced when Diluc pressed a cloth against your wound, “Can’t you be more gentle, Diluc?"

The latter forces himself to not pinch the other’s injury as a means of revenge. “We are not on a first name basis.”

“I’d say we’re past that, seeing as you’re in my lap right now-“ Diluc’s face flush a vivid red as he strikes you in the head. “Ow! You ought to be more careful with your patients!”

“Get the fuck out. I don’t know what came over me that I even let you stay here even after lights out.”

You pout, “You do know you can drop the act? It’s finally just us, babe.” You could feel the darknight’s embarrassment seeping through the room, cheeks flared so scarlet that could rival the hue of his hair.

“You’re so insufferable,” Diluc shoves away from your grasp and snarls, “I have no clue on why I even agreed to have some kind of relationship with someone as the likes of you-“

You only hum in response as you pull the latter closer by the waist, “Hm. What else?”

“Just thinking about my feelings for you makes me feel repulsed. I can’t believe I’m actually here with you out of all people.” Diluc continues to ramble on, “You’re stubborn, careless, a war freak, and yet here I am succumbing to your fucking charms once again-”

You kissed the crown of his head, “And?”

“I hate you.” The darknight seethes, but momentarily relaxes when you give him a peck on the lips.

“One more.” Your voice turned husky, teasing. You kissed your lover once more, your contact lasting longer than the previous ones. “I want one more.”

Diluc wanted to swipe your stupid grin off of your face. “I hate you so-mph!”

You kiss him with more passion, “I love you though, and it’ll remain that way until l I heave my dying breath.”

[meili-sheep]

Do you know that one idol au where diluc, childe, kaeya, and zhongli are in a group and they’re called DCKZ? Then there’s also 4meno which is just the ameno guys

I dunno I rlly need some content for that idol au rn-

_:(´ཀ`」 ∠):

So I am honestly really cackling that I've never like mentioned this AU (I know of it; I just never talk about it because while I would listen to an indie rock group calls DCKZ I don't think I'd listen to an idol group called that) and you are just like "Please feed me" especially bringing 4meno into this situation.

I love it.

Anyway.

So while not a DCKZ person I sort of always imagined the roles being like

Diluc is the prince gentleman type. Does the main vocal for more mature and elegant songs. He surprised everyone when he could rap like no one's business. He's generally a surprise because he's got a powerful voice that he has to hold back on for the sake of the group. So when he's allow to go all out he'll go all out.

He was brought in cause his dad. Definitely was a child star moved who got moved into singing. Probably the one who wants to be her the least but does it because of Kaeya (Buys Kaeya merch to support his brother)

Kaeya is the cool, mysterious one. Leads most of the song and is really the main face. Man has range though which is why he'd be the lead singer most of the time just because of what his voice can do.

He was adopted into Diluc's family and wanted to spend more time with Diluc, so when Diluc was being transitioned to an idol, Kaeya asked if he could join, and here they are. He loves the spotlight but is still really only here to hang out with his brother. Really wishes Diluc would be in the front more often. (Buys Diluc merch to support his brother)

Childe is a new talent and clearly the energetic, sporty one. He's a new loan from a different talent agency. Had a solo career and wasn't doing well, so he got moved to DCKZ as the fresh face. He's got a really energetic voice and can really pump up a crowd. Great on stage. Nightmare in a booth. He's got a sort of rivalry with Diluc (It's totally one-sided Diluc doesn't give a shit) because he wants to be a main rapper, which he is, but he's really jealous of how good Diluc naturally seems to be at rapping.

Probably the only one in the group who is actually really happy to be here. Also, the one who gets recognized the least.

Finally Zhongli. He's an older idol kind of put in to bring attention to the new group. Like being a recognizable face. Especially Since people will recognize Diluc but for his child star days. He's defiantly set up as the mature, older neighbor boy. Has an amazing voice, and he's been in this so long; he's incredibly well-trained and knows how to use his voice. He has a preference for the more slow songs, so he mostly takes those but often is with Diluc in the more mature ones.

Doesn't mind being here. He sort of sees this as his last group before he put a can on show biz, so he's pretty relaxed and is just enjoying his time. Might have a secret collection of merch from Diluc's old TV shows.

A little bonus.

People consider DCKZ and 4meno rivals sort of. They really work in 2 different corners of the market. 4meno is more younger crowd while DCKZ is older. But people still often try to compare them. The truth they honestly get along great.

Diluc and Venti and best friends and Venti actually help Diluc get into his idol role. Venti and Zhongli also used to be in a group together so they have a good dynamic.

Xiao is a big Zhongli fan and has been for ages. So while he acts tough, he's always hyped when Venti mentions he's invited DCKZ over. Also, as a Xiaoluc fan, I think them in this context of Rival bands would be adorable. (But I feel I've given you lot set up for Diluc ship of your choice)

Aether is just a friend. Gets along great with everyone. Probably get one with Kaeya and Childe the most, or rather get pulled into their shinanigans the most.

Kazuha just vibes. Probably just hangs in the back with Zhongli while everyone else gets into trouble.

[dkniade]

From One Star to Another

Characters: Albedo and Kaeya (mentions Diluc, Jean, and Lisa)

Genre: neutral, maybe slight hurt/comfort near the end?

Warnings: brief mentions of alcohol, drinking, explosives, and implied death ideation

Comment: Happy birthday, Kaeya. Many people care for you, you know. I wrote this before I read his birthday mail, so I made some references to previous years’ mails and illustrations instead. It was also an exercise on writing descriptions and playing with an epistolary format, which was fun. It's also vaguely inspired by the KaeBedo fic “Cascading (In a good way)” by Hubbleablubble on AO3.

Captain Kaeya

Rank: Cavalry Captain

Position: [Insufficient Information]

Entry 1: Reconnaissance — Reputation 

Captain Kaeya is not often found in his office at the Knights of Favonius Headquarters. One has to wonder why the Acting Grandmaster holds him in high esteem. But knowing that it was no doubt Grandmaster Varka who screened him, there may be more to this man than he lets on. The differences between Grandmaster Varka’s and Acting Grandmaster Jean’s methodology is not a major factor in how Captain Kaeya contributes to the Knights of Favonius.

I shall observe him more in detail during the next Knights of Favonius captain meetings.

Entry 2: Reconnaissance — Appearance

At a glance, Captain Kaeya’s outfit is extremely extravagant, rivalling the likes of Captain Eula’s, making his silhouette stand out against the rest of the captains. He carries himself in a way more lax than what one might expect from a knight, but the state of locations where he’s sighted suggest more combative activities. Occasionally, the streets of Mondstadt would have trails of Cryo elemental particles and scratch marks typical of knives used by treasure hoarders.

The asymmetry present in his outfit is also a curious one. The feather boa no doubt hinders the peripheral vision in his right eye, yet instead of styling his hair to ease him of this problem, he covers his eye by means of an eyepatch. This excessive attempt to divert attention from his right eye only attracts attention to it further. No doubt a deliberate attempt to hide something… for whatever the reason. 

His left eye, however, has the star shape present in the rest of his outfit, just as—

Oh.

Oh dear archons.

Entry 3: Combat — Nature in Combative Methodology 

Despite Captain Kaeya’s seemingly flamboyant appearance, his true nature can be glimpsed in the extensive data gathered in his reports.

Notably, he does not share explicit detail in his methodology, but the hints of alcohol and frost on his being as well as elemental particles typically found in explosives used by treasure hoarders suggest an… unorthodox method in obtaining information.

Despite his official position as Cavalry Captain, a better description of his position in the Knights would be… intelligence.

It would be helpful to observe him up-close due to his reluctance to disclose personal information, though I have an idea as to why that is so…

Entry 4: Disruption — Observer-Observed Relationship

He has noticed my activities. 

He has also asked me to refer to him as simply Kaeya (a curious request). 

“No need to stick to formalities so much. Don’t you think we know each other well enough by now?” was what he said.

I have simply conducted observations on his outfit, behaviour, and elemental traces, and formed some hypotheses, nothing more. 

However, once the observer-observed relationship has become mutual, things are bound to be more difficult, particularly due to his nature. He has started pestering me about my notes, which confirms my hypotheses of his methodology when obtaining intelligence.

“My, the talented Albedo has chosen to write a report on me? How flattering.”

I’m treated as a plaything, another target of subtle interrogation. 

To be under his scope rouses an… uncomfortable feeling. I have not felt so intimidated ever since Master had… 

In any case, Captain Kaeya has shown extreme curiosity in the extent of my observations. He has intruded on my personal space multiple times, and as I am observing him, it feels as though he has been watching me just as much, if not more. 

I will end this entry here, in case Kaeya finds out.

Entry 5: Preferences — Flora and Fauna

I am forced out of my objective state of observation and have started conversing with him. 

Captain Kaeya does not share explicit detail in personal matters despite his seemingly flourishing social life, yet he seems amused at my attempts to converse with him. Interference in observation would not yield genuine results, and it is imperative to let the subject behave in a manner most natural to him. However…

I do not wish for him to be alone on his birthday.

I have learned that his birthday is on November 30th, after exchanging letters with Master Diluc. In addition, I have also learned that his favourite animal is an owl native to Dragonspine, and his favourite flower is the calla lily. 

But why the calla lily��?

It grows near Mondstadt’s waters and can be easily found around the river near the Dawn Winery. It also has antidotal properties along with a calming effect, which—

I see. 

He does often utilize dangerous modes of interrogation and operation.

He seems to me… anxious, at times. Though his expression never strays from amiability, his body language has betrayed him multiple times.

And while I have discovered early on that he has a preference for alcohol, namely a variation of dandelion wine known as Death After Noon, his drinking habits will only ruin his body. A bottle would not make a suitable gift.

I have an idea as to what would, however.

To the Kreideprinz

Today I encountered a rather… interesting situation, shall we say? The Acting Grandmaster has given me the day off for my birthday, yet Lisa specifically told me to head to Dragonspine after giving me a single training glove. A rather peculiar gift, no? Yet to my surprise, as I strolled along the snow-covered path, a white owl carrying a bouquet flew in my direction and landed on my arm.

Not just any bouquet— a bouquet of calla lilies, cecilias, and small lamp grasses. 

What a coincidence that I saw Sucrose experimenting with growing large cecilias with a familiar star mark on them the past weeks. And I do believe I saw a certain white figure near the Dawn Winery recently?

You flatter me too much, Albedo.

What’s more, the owl landed in the exact same fashion as Diluc’s falcon. Was including the small lamp grasses in the bouquet his condition for helping you with this little show? He’s indirect as always, I see. How comforting.

Still, to think that you’ve taken your time with such an extensive report on me of all people… Quite perceptive that you’ve picked up on my eyepatch by the second entry, though I’m afraid you’re wrong about me hiding something beneath it. But don’t worry. Your secret’s safe with me.

As for that fifth entry, what a shame that you didn’t send a bottle of Death After Noon while you clearly know that’s what I want! You think I’m anxious? With my line of work? I’d say you need to practise more on observing people.

…

From one star to another— 

Did you know that calla lilies symbolize holiness? 

Quite the mixed message there, Albedo.

In any case, a bouquet like this is quite the gift. Are you up for a little rendezvous at your camp this evening? I do have some time on my hands after I finish dinner at the Dawn Winery, and since you have so many sketches of flowers in this notebook of yours, I gather that you’ve an interest in them.

What say you to a discussion on the language of flowers, Kreideprinz?

[tenebriism]

Despite knowing it was in reference to the lighthearted exchange from just moments prior, Diluc KNOWS there's an additional layer of much needed reassurance beneath it. She'd always been that for him . . . she'd always been a LOT of things since the days of their innocent, relatively carefree childhoods. A first friend, a first love . . . the first and, sometimes, LAST thing he thought about everyday. His first reason to fight, and, though he may never tell her, she'd been the first and, nearly, SOLE reason he'd returned to Mondstadt after years of wayward soul searching and silent grieving.

He remembers that day, as vividly as the day he'd first left. How word had spread, near instantaneously, of his return, like a fire that exploded forth from the winery, itself, and scorched the winding paths all the way up to the city of wind and freedom. The fear that she'd be upset with him, unwilling to even look him in the eye or acknowledge him, had been dispelled the MOMENT she sought him out and hugged him, like a moment longer of not holding him within her arms, tangible, breathing, ALIVE, may be the reason Mondstadt itself fell.

And he'd collapsed against her. Cried. Sobbed. Not to Adelinde, not to Elzer, not to Kaeya . . . but to Jean. The mask, burdened with cracks and haphazardly mended over and over and over again, had shattered that day.

. . . and, just as quickly as the pieces had fallen to the ground at their feet, he'd hastened to retrieve them to rebuild that facade, pushing her and everyone else away, again, in the process.

Not anymore.

" I wouldn't be, if not for you . . . " He whispers, in return, seizing whatever bit of courage he could before the well up and dried, and he was reduced to that silly, stumbling, dorky child who thought beating Jean in tortoise races would win her heart. It's frightening, though, how much he can't read her in this moment. Then again, he's never been good at navigating sensitive matters like this, and feels cast out to sea with only the clothes on his back and a frail, makeshift fishing pole to pull at scraps. Guess he reels in enough, considering her lips are upon him, and---

W a i t.

It's brief, tragically so, but he swears she's just kissed him. KISSED. Not on the cheek, either, or upon the forehead. No, the feeling is still there, lingering like a pleasant buzz against his lips.

" . . . "

Say something. Anything.

What DOES he say ? Thank you ? No, that's stupid, and he doesn't trust his voice not to go up several pitches and send her cascading into a fit of laughter or, even, secondhand embarrassment. The heat spreads from his face and ears and blankets his entire body, rivaling that of the comforter that still lay, now terribly UNcomfortable, atop them both. At least, to him, it is. He can't very well deduce if she's just as flustered as HE is, considering he's trying to bring his mind down from its induced state of chaos to a more manageable level. Stop thinking, stop thinking, stop thinking--- just ACT. If there are consequences, he'll apologize. Pull away, make it BETTER again.

. . . but, for now, he goes back in. Curls an arm up and over her backside, pulls her close -- FLUSH -- and presses his lips to hers, in return, for a longer, deeper, taste. Two, three, four . . . a hand even cups her chin, ever so gently, tilting her head up for that added touch of intimacy.

Archons, she tastes like d r e a m s. Far better than his tiny little, smitten teenage heart could have ever imagined, way back then.

IT’S EVERYTHING HER LIFE HAD MISSED. That space to be Jean and nothing more; a person again, free from the weight of the demands of the knights - not a half shade of the girl she used to be, but a woman, happy and whole.  It’s like coming full circle to everything that had been before, back when laughter and light were the order of the day, seeped in clarity and conviction and without the added shadow of any lingering doubt or threat on the horizon. 

There’s youth reborn in the laughter that ripples between them, affection and whimsy seared into the flesh of ivory she cheeks as she maintains her hold, thumbs strumming idly against his cheeks even as he replies right back with the same playful grace that had long been absent. When was the last time they’d done this really? Even before Crepus had died; before Diluc had left. When was the last time they’d found the time to just…be. 

❝You know I’ll always be here to rescue you, ‘luc.❞ There’s more weight than needed in the playful reply to his own, but the sentiment is as sincere as the gaze that meets deep pools of crimson, quiet but unashamedly warm. It’s like something out of a dream, just laying there, memorising his face all over again. For months he’d been distant, years, in essence, holding her at arm’s length and hiding behind terse replies and sterner abruptness. But the mask had now slipped. There’s suddenly so much more of who he used to be staring back at her, past and present interwoven into one complex but awe inspiring evolution that epitomises all he has BECOME.

Jean doesn’t interrupt when he finds his voice. When admissions that have taken him so long to spit out, have finally been given the light of day they deserve. Her heart skips a beat at the first note of truth, before her stomach knots at the bittersweet recollection he brings forth yet bravely soldiers through. ❝You’re here now. That’s what matters. ❞ He’d been to hell and back to get to Mondstadt, had punished himself more than enough with his absence, than to continue to do so now. 

He’s pouring his heart out in so few words. Baring his vulnerabilities in a way that isn’t lost on the blonde. He’d never been one to divulge his feelings so freely. Never been one that was comfortable in exposing himself so rawly and desperately. Yet he was doing it now and she was falling harder, and fiercer than she ever had before. How could she not be moved by the combination of head and heart? How could she ever stand a chance against the dimpled slant of his smile and the twinkling affection in his eyes? 

Diluc had barely finished speaking when the dandelion knight shot forwards unannounced, bridging that final inch between them in a gesture that is was so IMPULSIVE and earnest, he might even think her insane. Lips press to lips in a short-lived exchange, mauve tiers bestowing upon him a fleeting dose of grace she thought he more than deserved. 

I missed you too. 

[merakiui]

Yandere!Diluc, Childe, Pantalone (separate/you can add more if you want) & Prostitute!afab!reader

Hear me out, the darling is in desperate need of money & hey she has features and a body that can rival even the most beautiful of Goddesses but she can also be very bratty & spoilt although, kind too children and the elderly.

And maybe this is her first night working as one &  coincidentally the Yandere just so happens to be her first customer. Then boom for the few weeks they have been their only customers for some reason & has been given extremely large sacks of cash or expensive things like jewelry or clothes from the Yandere before leaving.

And then oh no the Yandere got a lil too attached and basically asked the reader how much for them to be theres forever? Name your price they have mountains of money they don’t even use.

Oh? Your into rich men & don’t really give a f*ck what else happens just as long they have money?

My brainfart stopped there :p

-🌿

(cw: yandere, female reader, nsfw, baby-trapping/forced pregnancy mentions, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, obsession, implied kidnapping/captivity)

Diluc is always so stiff and cordial throughout every meeting. You’ve told him countless times to loosen up and that he’s allowed to be himself around you, but he never seems to fully let his guard down. Perhaps he’s fearful of getting too attached and possibly losing you once this obsession roots itself into his very bloodstream. He’s the type to present you with a bouquet of fresh flowers or a necklace with a gemstone that reminded him of your radiant beauty. His gifts come from the heart, and he’s always so gentle and kind around you—a true gentleman whose heart has been pierced by Cupid’s whimsical arrow.

Even in bed, he seems to regard you as if you’re a fragile sculpture who’ll crumble at the slightest touch. He worships you, hanging onto your every word, and he sinks deeper into infatuation every time he finds himself tangled in bed with you. Diluc knows that as one of Mondstadt’s few eligible bachelors anyone would be delighted to have him, but he’s not interested in any proposals or romantic outings with anyone who isn’t you. His eyes are reserved solely for you, and when he looks upon you and realizes you’re wearing the sheer nightgown he gifted you his heart warms considerably.

There are moments where he can’t bring himself to get out of bed and instead keeps his arms wrapped securely around you, burying his face in your skin and inhaling the perfume that clings to you even after he’s done everything to ensure you’ll smell only of him and no one else. Even if this relationship is devoid of true love and you’re only providing a service, he’d like to delude himself into thinking it’s real. For just a moment, won’t you humor his delusions? If not, he might just have to find clever ways to keep you by his side forever.

- - -

As one of the Tsaritsa’s elite Harbingers, Childe has always been wary when it comes to prostitutes and red-light districts. While he doubts anyone would be able to assassinate him, it’s still a thought that lingers in the back of his mind. After all, he’s not the most well-liked. With his involvement with the Fatui and his schemes in Liyue, it’s obvious that Childe would be outcasted. And anyone who might be looking to collect a bounty or a reward for his head might try their luck when he’s most vulnerable and prone to lower his guard in the bedroom.

And yet he finds himself trusting you. Only slightly, mind you, and he keeps his Vision close on his person should you prove to harbor malicious intent. When he realizes that this is your first time with such a high profile customer, he can’t help wanting to jeer and tease. It’s so precious to watch you fumble with the clasps of his belt. Even if it’s an act, he’ll play along, guiding your hands with his calloused and scarred ones. Cooing at you that you’re doing so well when you lower yourself onto him, gripping his shoulders so hard that your fingernails leave crescent-shaped indents in his skin. Oh, he’s absolutely enthralled with you. You’ve given him a taste of something he didn’t realize he was craving, and now the chase is on. He won’t let you go.

Childe will pry into your life in that usual casual fashion of his, conveniently crossing paths with you while claiming that it must be some stroke of fate that’s brought the two of you together. What started as late-night meetings in the dimly lit room of the brothel you work at soon evolves into the occasional nightly rendezvous in which he whisks you away from the city under the inky vastness of night. It almost feels like he wants more from you when he takes your hand in his and guides you through the shadows to a hilltop that’s perfect for stargazing and watching the moon as it’s veiled within wispy strands of cloud.

Surely he’s not seeking actual romance. It’s a thought you can’t help but laugh at. The both of you are very content with the relationship you’ve cultivated. You provide your body and in return he pays you a hefty sum of Mora, along with some other spoils and treasures he’s acquired throughout his travels. And yet when your body is pressed against his and your heartbeat aligns with his and you exchange heated breaths through smoldering kisses, it really feels like he’s a man starved of true affection. So you can’t blame him when he insists on cumming inside one evening, ignoring your slurred protests and pressing himself against you in a position that’s certain to get you pregnant.

And bathed in the reddish hue of the candles and lamps that surround you in this silken paradise of a room, he looks positively devilish.

- - -

Materialism is a concept Pantalone is intimately acquainted with. As a wealthy man with a position of considerable power and strength, he could throw his Mora at any pursuit that catches his fancy and he wouldn’t have to worry about losing anything. With an abundance of Mora at his fingertips, the world becomes his oyster. And you exist within that shell as his precious, perfect pearl. He’s not offended when you ask for expensive things in exchange for your services. If anything, he encourages your greed, wishing to see just how deep it runs within you.

For someone as rich as he is, there are no limits to the things he can covet. And despite this he finds himself unable to make you his. To claim ownership over you and to prove to you that you belong to him and him only. How exactly can one put a price on human life when yours is so priceless? You’re his missing puzzle piece—the sole person who makes him uniquely whole. It’s as if the entire world melts away when he’s with you, holding you against him as he forces you to eye your reflection in an ornate mirror, his cock buried in your gummy walls. He’ll lavish you with all kinds of gifts, but what he loves most of all is when you wear them with pride. He’ll drape finery over your shoulders, tie jewels around your throat, and dress you in gowns so lovely it’s almost a crime to dirty them in the bedroom—each luxury a step in making you his.

There will be no dreams of fairytale romance here. Not when Pantalone is so certain that you’ll return his affections eventually. And even if you don’t, no one will look into the disappearance of a prostitute—especially if her captor happens to hold the economy in the palm of his generous hand. Your prison cell may sparkle and your shackles may be silver, but confinement is still confinement no matter how opulently furnished it may be. Pantalone assures you that you’ll be content here. Though you may cower from him now, pressing yourself into the corner of the bed whenever he wishes to lie with you, he’s certain you’ll come to understand his reasoning.

After all, the two of you had such a genuine connection before. Why are you so frightened now? He’s always been dangerous; this isn’t anything new. You’ve just mistaken the devil for an angel in the intoxicating shroud that is bedroom whimsy.

[ddarker-dreams]

I want to know what methods the yan genshin boys would use if there was a rival in their way. How would they usually act and what would they do if they can't kill them and have to do something else

team "puts the fear of the lord into the rival"

xiao - there's nothing like receiving a personal visit from a yaksha himself to make you reconsider all your life decisions. that’ll be xiao’s rival’s predicament, if he’s even capable of thinking enough in the moment to recognize xiao as a yaksha. the negative karma which clings to xiao’s skin is tangible, and for once, xiao does little to tone it down. all the rival can see through the dark miasma is the otherworldly, glowing eyes of xiao’s mask. a few words of warning about staying away from you and then he’s gone. xiao doesn’t care for dealing with mortals, after all. it’s very likely his rival won’t be going anywhere near you ever again. 

childe - childe just kinda shows up uninvited at his rival’s doorsteps. he’s all smiles, laughter, acting as if the two of them are old friends catching up over a drink. in reality, it’s likely all the rival knows about childe is that he’s a fatui harbinger. hence, not someone you want to mess around with. they’re dumbfounded over why they’ve received a home visit from a harbinger, until childe’s entire demeanor changes from warm to cold as ice. he gets this uncanny grin and asks when the rival would like to fight, even offers to let them choose where at. when the rival presses for clarification, childe would explain that since they’re pursuing your affections, they should be more than happy to battle to the death for the right. he promises to play fair, his vision pulsing on his hip. childe leaves the house whistling, glad that this particular pest is out of the picture. 

team "ruins rival's reputation"

diluc - diluc would love nothing more than to storm up to you and demand you never interact with his rival ever again, but he has enough sense to recognize this is both suspicious and ineffective. especially since you probably only know him as the owner of dawn winery and nothing else. diluc’s connections span all across teyvat, he’ll find a way to dig up dirt on this individual. to justify this smear campaign, diluc tells himself that this person is clearly up to no good, and potentially detrimental to you as a person. he’s meant to be your knight, your secret protector. what kind of protector would he be if he let this threat remain? the rival’s name will be dragged in the mud with all sorts of scandals in no time.  

albedo - albedo ignores the issue for as long as he can, because truth be told, he barely recognizes the rival as someone deserving of his time. there’s only so many hours in the day after all. he’d prefer to dedicate them solely to pursuing his research and you. he views this rival like a snag that he has to troubleshoot, a mild roadblock. since he doesn’t want to waste too much effort on his rival, he settles for a simple framing, perhaps whipping up an illegal chemical concoction then anonymously tipping of the knights to get his rival arrested. since that’s his area of expertise, it’s likely the knights would consult albedo himself to figure out how to prosecute the rival. he’d write up a report about how this chemical is flavorless, historically used in mass poisonings, and could’ve killed mondstadt’s entire population ten times over. that should be enough to keep the rival away from you. 

team "makes darling dislike rival"

kaeya - kaeya is a bit of a hybrid between making you dislike his rival and ruining their reputation, he’s versatile like that. kaeya is thorough in his work — he ends up knowing this person better than they likely know themselves. now, it could be easy for kaeya to hire some goons to dispose of the rival, but where’s the fun in that? the finesse? he wants to get something more out of it. only someone uncreative like, for instance, his brother, would settle for ruining their reputation and leaving it at that. not him. he’ll let the rival think they have a chance with you, perhaps even allowing the beginning of a relationship to blossom. then he has undergarments that obviously don’t belong to you planted on the rival’s bed, gets love letters forged in their writing and dated recently left in drawers you might look, the works. your heart is bound to be broken by this major breach of trust. don’t worry, though, your old pal kaeya is waiting for you with open arms, and would love nothing more than to wipe away your pretty tears. 

zhongli - zhongli could very well seal this rival into a stone to suffer for eons, which he may have in his earlier days, but he’s mellowed with age. somewhat. they’ll be spared the grisly fate but can kiss any romantic opportunity with you goodbye. zhongli is a reliable figure in the liyue community. you’ve never once heard gossip leave his lips, something that comes to serve him well. when he warns you to stay away from so and so, you’re inclined to listen. he’s never had a bad word to say about anyone before to your recollection. not even childe has earned serious admonishment from the lord of geo, and that redhead almost flooded liyue harbor with an evil, ancient god. he doesn’t fixate on the subject, his grave tone speaks for itself, and he moves on a few words later. 

kazuha - kazuha is the embodiment of spite being the best motivator. whatever it is that this rival thinks they can offer you, he’ll find a way to be even better, and by miles at that. he outshines them in all areas. helps you more, is there for you more, completes quite literally every single request you make more. it’s not so much that you’d start to dislike your rival, just that you’d view kazuha as the better option. kazuha goes to such lengths to earn your approval without making it obvious. he’s got such a calm, gentle personality, that you’d never once think of him as overbearing. you’d barely begin to recognize how much you’ve come to rely on kazuha before it’s too late. that’s just how kazuha likes it too — he wants to be the center of your universe as you are his. 

team scaramouche (scaramouche)

scaramouche - he doesn't care about what he technically "should" or "shouldn't" be doing; these moral considerations are regarded with the same indifference as waving off a pesky fly. they had the audacity to try and claim his belonging, so why should they continue to live? as far as scaramouche is concerned, it's a waste of oxygen for air to continue filling their lungs. he doesn't care if they're a peasant from a small village or a bigshot noble with worldwide connections. what is a person if not a walking, talking lump of flesh with nerves and tissue. he'll find a way to ensure their death. he said it himself — neither mortals nor god are qualified to serve as his judge. anyone who wants to challenge his actions can feel free to voice their dissent to him in person.

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girl help im in love with ceo diluc 😦

OMG BABE WAKE UP MONO FINALLY POSTED A WORK !!

Synopsis : Diluc stutters

Pairing :CEO!Diluc x Assistant!Reader

Cw : grinding?? Diluc is the only who gets off >:( , not dialogue filled because DUH its me, BAD GRAMMAR i think

Authors note lolz : reader is gn lol, but i didnt proof read so if reader ISNT or if theres any indication lmk pretty pls? , anyways here is yalls meal, i really hope its enough for rn. ( NOT PROOF READ IM GONNA DIE BUT I WROTE THIS AT 3 AM )

Diluc stutters when he gets nervous : or more specifically when he wanted something. A trait he had picked up when he was younger.

Big bad CEO Diluc. His stare was intimidating, and his overall aura screamed “ professional”. Owning a Major corporation was no joke and the way he presented himself proved he took the job seriously.

But even then, he was so nervous around you. He might stumble on his words or mispronounce something, turning the same shade as his hair when you correct him.

Your aura rivaled his own in terms of professionalism and it was something that both he majorly respected and was nervous about. While you should intimidate him, he began to like you more and more, that he cant quite keep up the professional composure in front of you.

He cant tie a tie without almost choking himself and stutters when hes realized he has to ask you to help, your face is indifferent as your hands work around the tie like youve done many times before, he knows you can feel his ragged breaths as you pull the tie tighter then necessary.

He’s got a bit of a bad memory and sometimes forgets where he places personal items. He turns a shade of of Garnet red when you point out where it was, smiling a bit as he mutters curses in a language you cant understand before thanking you profusely.

He's sensitive, and stutters when asking you to touch him.

"H-here please?" hes hesitant as he guides your hand to his leaking erection, hes a bit disoriented and he can feel himself getting antsy, hes sweating and hes hot. His discarded tie is still in your hand and his shirt is unbottoned to the top.

He wines into your neck when you palm him through his tight fitting jeans, not stopping him from grinding into your hand to gain more friction. He mutters small praises of "feels good" and "Thank you"'s into your neck as he does so.

He knows hes acting less like Diluc Ragnvindr should and more like a dog but he just cant help it. And he knows you enjoy it judging by the small chuckles he hears and the way you kiss up his jaw and any place you can reach, rubbing his back with your free hand as you continue to palm him through his jeans.

He's not selfish, but he knows it wont be enough to get him off in time, and you probably wouldn't allow him to go to a meeting with a failed orgasm. But the thought of asking you for more makes him bury his head into your neck farther, whining again as you palm him particularly hard.

"Whats wrong?" Hes not sure how you noticed, you always do. Maybe because he was moving slower, or making less noise, he didnt know. But you did.

"Please" He pauses, reluctant on asking.

"Please what?, dont be afraid to ask"

Its a hard request to follow, hes afraid his voice will fail him.

He mutters some words against your shoulder as you lift his head up to meet his unfocused eyes. "What would you like Sir?"

You still insisted on calling him that, even when you were off the clock and even when he was coming undone on your lap.

He stutters on his words a couple times before he finally tells you what he wants, what he needs.

"I need, I need m-more" He tries to make eye contact and fails, face getting hotter on how lewd the sentence was in such a situation.

He inhales sharply when you unzip his jeans and take out his dick from its confines, getting straight to business.

"Like this?" you ask, you know its what he wants but judging by the glint of amusement in your eyes — you wanted to make it harder for him, despite your usual stoic appearance you always were a fan of teasing Diluc.

He moans out a form of yes before his head finds a place between your neck and shoulder, kissing your neck slightly. His body going slack in your lap as you jerk him off, helping him come undone.

He need not ask for more, for he knows despite your kindness, he shouldn't and couldn't afford to be greedy with you. You were good to Diluc, better then any one else and thats all he needed.

He grinded back into your lap, panting and letting out breathy moans and groans as you jerk him off faster, sensing his coming orgasm. Your free hand sliding up and down his back in a sense of reassurance.

He can let go, and he does.

He has trouble hiding the hickeys before the meeting, and stutters when asking if you could help him.

send twitter links i am desperate

[cinnamonest]

Xiao - Yandere Profile

Y’all big horny for yaksha boi too??? Excellent.

Remember how I said Kaeya and Diluc were like a game on hard mode? Xiao is Dark Souls on the 6th stacked difficulty of New Game Plus.

I really like Xiao on an analytical level because he's an excellent candidate for the debate some have as to the nature of selfless vs selfish love... He's a good one to analyze for that debate bc holy fuck does this man have some of the most selfish, inconsiderate love out there. He's brutal as fuck. I feel like his would be such an interesting balance of wanting returned affection and being really obsessive, yet being so uncompromising and not really at all hesitant to wreck your shit. This is the longest one I've made, too, I had a lot of thoughts lmao.

Fun fact, when I first heard his name was Xiao I assumed it would be the hanzi for "dawn" since I've seen that used in Chinese given names sometimes... Nope, I'd never seen the hanzi for his name before so I looked it up and it's like an impish demon creature lol

I had a dilemma between to go for tsunyandere or kuuyandere, but I was in a dark content mood so I kinda went kuuyandere route.

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tws: mentions of mutilation (on reader), mentions of violence and torture (on rivals), kidnapping, Xiao is very lacking in empathy and borders on sociopathic behavior (which can be triggering to some people), mentions of misogyny bc I'm just gross like that, generally dark and awful

tws (below cut): noncon, more mentions of mutilation goddammit Xiao, forced submission, also generally dark and awful

This is probably the darkest one I've written, so, that's a fair warning.

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What are they generally like? Lucid, aware? Obsessive? How do they behave?

Aware, over time, and very irritated by it, really. He's above... Feeling things. He changes with time. He starts off a bit irritated, flustered even, which is something he's never really experienced before. Honestly exemplifies the "boys are mean to you because they like you" trope, he will go out of his way to be harsher and colder towards you because how dare you make him... Feel things. He'll be exceptionally harsh in how he speaks to you, even more than others. But... once he realizes it drives you away, he'll realize that he actually wants you around him.

But that's the thing - Xiao doesn't normally go out of his way to do anything to anyone, really. He's cold and a bit aggressive because he's bothered by or just doesn't really enjoy people, but if they leave him alone, he leaves them alone. You're different - he feels a weird, uncomfortable feeling in your presence, but he still wants your presence anyway. It's a lot of new sensations for him, and it's overwhelming. So many new feelings.

One, he doesn't understand why his stomach flutters when you smile at him, why chills run down his spine when you accidentally brush your hand across his. Well, he understands what it usually means for humans - but he's not human, surely, there's no way he could possibly experience that same "love" humans do, right?

Love is horrible after all - he's seen how humans obsess over it, how much tragedy it can bring to their lives, and, in particular, how much of a fool of themselves humans often make when "in love", especially the men.

He thinks he's above the human feelings, so he'll deny it to himself at first. It will likely be some kind of breaking point for him, particularly one in which you're in danger. Normally, he couldn't care less about people in danger - if someone isn't strong enough to protect themselves, they die, that's just how the world works. But he sees you shoved down, another human looming over you with murderous intent in their eyes, he sees the fear on your face and the tears streaming down and something in him snaps and bursts and gives way to the intense emotions he's tried to shove down. He'll go wild, and make quick work of the offender. And you'll thank him for saving you of course, even if the display was a bit horrifying to see.

It's not only that intense nervousness in the others presence, but an enjoyment of their presence. It's so contradictory and he hates it - he feels so nervous, so jittery around you, yet at the same time, something about your presence, your smiles, your voice is addictive to him and he needs more of it. He enjoys spending time with you - a new sensation.

Over time, as he becomes aware of how he feels, he becomes less flustered, more stone-faced and matter of fact about it. He accepts that he feels a sense of affection, now his concern is how to handle it. He just has no idea how to begin going about it. Does he just try to suppress it? Act on it? He acknowledges the possibility of rejection, what then? Of course, rejection wouldn't make him stop wanting you with him, it wouldn't even really deter him, but it would make things more difficult than if you accepted it. He spends a while contemplating, just trying to make sense of it all.

He ends up laying awake at night with you in his mind - it's pathetic, it irritates him. No human is important enough to occupy his mind. And yet, even if he tries, he can't stop. And, as much as it disgusts him, he finds himself feeling very physical sensations when thinking about you. That's the most irritating part, to him. He's always viewed humans' drive to copulate as disgusting, and really a pathetic weakness - again, he's seen the absolutely foolish things human men do and the extensive lengths they go to for just a spare crumb of sex. So the first few times he ends up getting a physical reaction to those late night thoughts, he'll try to ignore the throbbing and just go about his night, but eventually it starts to get painful. That's the point at which he decides he can't just sit around and do nothing.

How likely are they to kidnap their darling? How quickly will they do so?

Unavoidable. But not the absolute fastest. He's far too confused by his feelings at first, and doesn't understand why he has the urge to do so. He'll experiment, spending time around you, trying to figure himself out. His prideful tsundere nature comes out then -- it's not like he enjoys your presence, no. He feels something very strange about you, and one of the possibilities in his mind is that perhaps he's being drawn to you because his subconscious perceives you as an enemy, perhaps. Something in him knows that you're up to no good, so he has to follow you, maybe. Those reasons are far more likely than actually enjoying being around you, he thinks.

As he comes to understand it better and is forced to acknowledge that he feels an affection for you, he begins to feel a darker urge. One of the things that forces him to recognize said affection is how much it irritates him to see you talk to others. He rationalizes this, as it is perfectly normal for humans to feel jealousy, isn't it? ... But are humans this upset when they see their beloved talk to their own family? Is it normal? Is it a thing with just the males, and that's why he feels that way? Surely the humans don't get this upset, or else they wouldn't let their beloveds have friends and speak to others, right? He doesn't really feel guilt for the urges, but he does feel bothered by the notion of having some abnormal desire, wonder if there's something wrong with him.

Well, he starts thinking back to history, and all the things he's witnessed, and that gives him... an idea. Teyvat has been around a long time. There have been several cultures and societies that did keep lovers... restrained. Confined to a house... forbidden from speaking to others... and that idea sounds nice, he thinks. Back in those days, no one would bat an eye at his desire to keep you away from the world, right? So really, it's not abnormal or weird at all. Things just change with time, but there's nothing abnormal about him, it's perfectly normal to want to prevent you from ever speaking to anyone else ever again. Sure, those cultures never went that far, but... it's the same idea, right?

So, he decides, there's nothing wrong with him, and in that case, he doesn't have any guilt or concern for your desires to hold him back. He's another one to take a fairly barbaric route -- he'll be one to show up while you sleep, clamp a hand over your mouth, gag you and tie you up, before leaving right out your window. He'll find an isolated, quiet, well-hidden place to reside, one with an enclosed, windowless room to keep you confined.

He doesn't like it, but he's not completely lacking in understanding human psychology. He wouldn't like to be in your shoes, wouldn't like if someone did to him what he's going to do to you, so he understands why you'll be upset, he prepares for it, even. He's not a delusional. So, from the beginning, he's already planning out how to make you compliant and love him. He settles on a simple tactic: utilize what he knows to force your human nature to love him.

How difficult is it to escape from them? How do they keep you restrained? How do they deal with attempted escape? 

Once you do get kidnapped, it's pretty tight security. Kind of like Albedo, he'll take you far away from society. Again, he's not super concerned with your desire on the matter, since this is about keeping you with him, it's about his imperatives. He doesn't really want to harm you, though, so there is a slight consideration. He's stuck on a balance of wanting to keep you agreeable and obedient, but keeping you confined is most important, so he'll try to keep it a bit comfortable. He'll get you a nice bed, very soft things. He's so nice, he'll even get you leather cuffs instead of metal ones. But you will be getting restrained, and no amount of begging will get him to take them off. He'll also give you nothing to do, and probably nothing to wear. Clothes are a waste and totally unnecessary when no one but him sees you. And the boredom will make you compliant. You'll be so unbearably bored that talking to him will be like a privilege. You'll start to look forward to it. You'll bond with him. He'll be your only source of mental stimulation. He's smart enough to figure that out when he's in the planning stages of your confinement, and already has this planned out.

Because he... struggles to feel high amounts of empathy when it's about what he wants, it's doubtful he'll ever really lighten up without incentive. Sure, he could lighten up on your restraints, but why should he? Sure, it would alleviate your suffering, but it would present the slightest chance of an escape. Your comfort isn't worth the insecurity and worry he'd have throughout the day. Why would he be so foolish as to feel that it was?

Escape attempts are an ultimate transgression to Xiao. He understands your stubbornness and anger to the extent that they don't hurt him too much, but an escape attempt is one of the few things you can do that make him feel genuine hurt. You won't get away for long, he will hunt you down in no time and he will ensure you're discouraged from ever attempting that again. He's not very hesitant to be brutal. Really, he doesn't want to hurt you just for the sake of it, but he knows how powerful fear and pain are. He'll make sure you are strongly dissuaded from another attempt. If you're, miraculously, brave enough to try again, he'll have to take a step further and make sure you can't.

How easy are they to trick, deceive, or manipulate?

Don't. He's not stupid, he tells you, the moment you try anything. And you really, really, really should be trying to avoid making him mad. Honestly, if you're at this point, you'd have to be either incredibly unafraid of pain, or just crazy to try and do anything that could result in his anger. He'll shut it down almost immediately, and tell you exactly that.

How lenient are they? What privileges can you have, and what will you be denied?

He knows you need food and all that, so he'll generally get you whatever you want to make for yourself. He's got a limited list of things he's willing to eat so you'll quickly find yourself asking for the privilege of getting different foods please I'm begging you for something other than almond tofu, and he'll get you whatever you ask for, at least in that regard. He's not going to starve you or anything. But you'll find it's probably one of the only things you get much of a choice on.

If you want any relief from the harsh restraint and boredom, you have one option: succumb.

No amount of disobedience or disagreeableness will have him letting up on you. You might think you can hold out and be stubborn long enough to get him to cave, but you'd be wrong. You will crack before he does, and he knows it. He'll simply punish your disobedience, and wait out a bit more. And wait, and wait, and wait, because you won't last long. It's inevitable that you will succumb to him, start to crave him, start to be sweet and affectionate, and bond with him. At that point, maybe he'll let you walk around - hey, getting your muscles back to normal from the atrophy can be a bonding activity. And he might give you some approved tasks or books or the like. But at the first sign of a regression, the first sign of disobedience, the first sign of rejection from you, that will be gone, and you'll have to earn it back, starting back at square one.

What kind of rules do they have? What kind of punishment would they use?

Don't run away. Obey everything he says.

He doesn't make a rule against fighting him, really, and he doesn't need to. You'll be far too terrified of him to try, and even if you did, it would be like swatting a fly, he could disarm and incapacitate you in seconds.

And now, we get into one of the darker yanderes. Once again, Xiao doesn't really get emotions too well, and doesn’t understand his own all that much. His brain thinks in actions and results. If you're trying to run away, he'll simply have to make it so that you can't... ever again. He is one of the most likely yanderes to be open to truly, permanently incapacitating you to a severe degree to keep you with him. He understands why you're upset, but surely you knew the consequences, right? You tried to run away, it only makes sense that he would do something like this, you should understand that, even if you don't like it. You're foolish to try and talk him out of it, what, do you think he's going to be persuaded by you crying? If you were that opposed to it, you shouldn't have tried to run. Really, he doesn't understand why you humans do things as if there's no consequences.

Xiao... doesn't feel guilt. When it's something unintentional, something he didn't mean to do, he can, but when it's about what he wants? There's none, really. He usually goes on what works best for him, and for the most part, that's keeping you happy. But when your happiness goes against keeping you with him, his imperative takes priority. You'll get over it eventually, and he'll help you. He can carry you wherever you need to go, you don't need to walk.

How do they deal with rivals, or perceived rivals? Will they get rid of them? Will they kill them themselves, or find another way?

Eek.

Yeah it won't be pretty. He gets mad about rivals, and he perceives everyone as one. He's another one that doesn't really distinguish between romantic rivals and rivals for attention - your family and friends are just as much of a problem as any love interests, because you smile at them, you pay attention to them, you like them, and just that knowledge makes an unbearable rage boil inside him.

He's desensitized to violence, and doesn't really understand how it affects normal people - he won't think of how it might affect you to see it, so slaughtering people in front of you comes naturally to him. He's actually one of the ones who might get angry enough to make it slow, making sure they know what they did wrong, even if that consisted of simply being a stranger who smiled at you. If you react negatively, he won't really understand. He has some, but doesn't possess a lot of empathy. He'll chalk it up to you being a hysterical, emotional human with your incapacitating aversion to violence. He's glad he doesn't have such a strong aversion. Would make his job rather difficult.

How easy is it to make them mad? What does their anger look like?

He's pretty easily set off. He gets frustrated because he thinks you're being unnecessarily difficult, and frankly he's very used to getting his way with things immediately. In his life, most of the things he wants are either given to him very easily, or are easily obtainable with a simple exertion of violence. Usually he can just, well, kill and slaughter and maim his way to any result he desires. This is one of the first issues he's dealt with that violence won't solve. Well... maybe not the extent he's used to. But nonetheless, perhaps a bit of controlled violence can solve his problems, at least to an extent.

His anger is, as you can imagine, terrifying. Sure, he'll reassure you that he won't kill you, but you can't get out of your head the images of the things you've seen him do by that point, the people you've undoubtedly seen die and suffer at his hands. He snarls and speaks in a deep, booming voice when he's at his angriest, and it's enough to make you panic. If he's angry enough, he knows he can't be around you, because he fears hurting you further than he means to, so he'll likely leave. If it's enough that he feels he can control it, though, it's not pretty. He's one to hold something in his hands and squeeze it to alleviate anger so hard it breaks. Just hope that doesn't happen to be your hand, arm, shoulder, or any other part of your person.

So they see you as above them, beneath them, or equal to them?

He doesn't... really care? I'm tempted to say far below, but really, the whole concept of relative value of humans and status and the like holds no meaning to him. He thinks it's foolish and pointless to even ponder such things.

As for his superiority in certain things, it's different. He's smarter than you. He's stronger than you. He's faster, he's more perceptive, he's more capable, he's wiser, he's more skilled. These things are just facts, they are the undeniable reality, he thinks. However, he doesn't really assign these things as having any ties to the relative value of an individual, and in his mind, humans don't really, either. Didn't they prioritize the lives of children? Children are far lesser in every way, but humans treat them as most important, even if they rightfully see them as inferior in every way. So it's the same with him, he thinks. In every field, you're inferior, but that doesn't really matter, worth and relative position are worthless human ideas.

As for treatment, however, he treats you as lower, which is all that really matters. He wants obedience and submission, and he'll get it, no matter what extent he has to go to.

How determined are they for you to love them? How hard will they try to make it happen? Or are they content just having you?

He's in the middle - one of the ones that would LIKE for you to love them, but in the end, even if they feel like you never will, they still want you anyway. He'll never stop trying, though.

He's got a lot of pride and wouldn't resort to groveling and desperately trying the way some would. Like a few others, he kinda automatically feels like he deserves the things he wants, including your love. But his unfamiliarity with human emotions leads him to be a little confused and unable to read you. He knows humans play "hard to get," and may assume that's what you're doing. And he recognizes that by kidnapping you, he is removing you from your friends and family, so he concludes that you're only mean to him because you're mad. And anger settles down with time, right? He also knows that, even if humans don't like someone, if they're forced to spend time around them, they'll form a bond. So what he concludes is that simply time is needed. Time to let anger simmer down, time to forget about those others, time to inevitably come to depend on him.

With his experimentation, what he discovers is that even if you aren't affectionate, he is still happier with your presence than without. So he'll keep you no matter what, he decides. You'll come around eventually. And gradually, even if it's ever so slow, you will. You will, no matter how hard you may fight it, the effects of such isolation are ultimately inevitable.

Some yanderes might be upset by the notion that they have to mentally deteriorate their darling to obtain love - they want you to love them "organically" and feel like love born from mindbreak and isolation isn't "real." You might think he'd be like that, due to his tendency to be prideful, but he's actually not. Xiao doesn't understand emotions well enough to distinguish little differences like that. Sure he had to use a strategy, but it's still love, isn't it? It's the same thing, so why should how it came about matter? It took a little bit of extra work, is all. And although he won't say so, he thinks you're worth it.

Bonus: Is there anything that makes them unique, in comparison to other yanderes?

Is somewhat reluctant to confess to you and may try to come up with some other reason as to why he did it, but it's kinda obvious when he's so concerned about you, so blushy and flustered in the beginning and the way he runs his hands through your hair when he thinks you're asleep. But yeah, initially he might try to think up some way to explain why your kidnapping is for some other weird complex reason he made up, and not just because he really REALLY wants you all to himself.

He's also very matter-of-fact about things. He says things with a straight face, no matter how horrifying, sweet, or inappropriate they may be. Doesn't matter if he's finally confessing his love, talking about how he wants to keep you locked away forever, or threatening to break your legs, it'll all generally be carried with the same facial expression and tone of voice. The only difference is the eye contact and slight blush if it's one of the former.

You may be able to catch moments of vulnerability, especially late-stage, months into your new life. If you've been highly affectionate, and he trusts you, he might seek some reassurance every now and then, in a soft, quiet voice, for a few precious moments of gentleness that don't come very often.

As aforementioned, Xiao has little to no sense of empathy nor guilt when it comes to obtaining the things he desires. What he does feel is wanting you to be happy... because it makes him feel good inside. In a way, you could say his love is incredibly selfish, because it's entirely about his happiness when it comes down to it. Normally, seeing you happy makes him happy, so your imperatives line up. And he's willing to maybe change some things to make you happier -- ok, fine, sure, he won't torture them to death, he'll just kill them. But he has limits to how much he'll compromise for you. Ultimately, when your imperatives don't align with his, he won't even consider yours for a mere moment. His brain just can't really consider anything but acting for his own desires. When he gets mad at people for hurting you, it's because it's an insult to him. It's part of why he's one that will settle for having you - ultimately, what he wants matters more than your happiness... but that's because he wants you, and loves you so, so much, you know? Don't think it's not love, though. It's incredibly selfish, self-serving, and inconsiderate, but it's hard to say it's not love.

Somewhat relating to the above, he realizes pretty quickly you're likely afraid of him, especially after what you've undoubtedly witnessed by that point. He doesn't want that, really. He wants a healthy level of fear, just enough to avoid running away, but he doesn't like seeing you cry and tremble because you're so afraid of his brutality. He doesn't help, though, because he thinks you fear death, and death alone, and in his lack of understanding, he will go through a very specific list of exactly what he will do, which frankly would only serve to make things worse.

"It's alright... I won't kill you, you know. You're foolish if you don't understand the difference... They only died because they wanted to take you away from me. You're the reason they died, so, I wouldn't kill you... I've already decided what to do at certain points. If you try to run away once or twice, I'll just break your legs, and if you try a third time, I can just take your legs off. That should prevent any further attempts, so I have no reason to kill you. So you shouldn't be so upset... don't look so afraid all the time. What? No, I don't mean your whole legs... just at the feet. Why are you still crying? I can just take off one if it's that upsetting... It's only if you run away."

You should probably know that he doesn't make empty promises, either.

General perverseness: how sexual of a person are they? What’s their drive like? How touchy do they get? Do they have any reservations about sexuality?

Boy has no idea what to do. He's only ever jerked off and always feels disgusted when he does, he only has anatomical knowledge of female bodies from medical diagrams he's seen once or twice.  Not that he'll tell you that. But you'll know, I mean, once he forces your legs open he's just staring in both awe and confusion, probably just sits there for a moment slightly flustered because?? Where's he supposed to put it in?? How does he do this? He'll figure it out, but it might take a few rough thrusts of him just rutting against you.

Drive goes from non existent to highish, he's got what you call a reactive sexuality. Really, he used to just jerk off only to relieve the buildup, because he found it gross whenever it would happen in his sleep. Reactive sexualities are when a person doesn't have a super high drive on their own, but will react to stimuli from persons or sights around them, and will get significantly higher when around someone they love. Before, he never had anything to react to, so he rarely got horny, but now? He has you. And you... Trigger some reactions.

And that being said, he's so unfamiliar with horniness and sex that it's constantly an exploration process for him too. He'll spend some time just... learning. Touching here and there, figuring out what makes your breath hitch and toes curl. It's a fascinating thing to him, really.

He doesn't talk about it much, nor during, he just kind of... acts. You don't get much of a verbal warning, he'll just kind of pick you up and move you around to however he wants.

Pretty decently sized, but isn't aware of it. He hasn't had the opportunity to be around too many other people to know. If you try to tell him it's too big for you, he'll just be incredibly confused, isn't your body literally made to be able to do this? He's actually not going to get particularly smug or anything, he just sees it as an irritation that you're so reluctant and try to fight because of it, but he does like watching you convulse and squirm once he's already in you.

He's actually not that much of a sadist, so much as he likes power. Pain is par for the course, it's a part of every aspect of life and he's essentially desensitized to it. But power and control, now that does something for him.

How forceful are they? Do they care about your willingness?

Not particularly concerned with it. Once again, he's decided to utilize what he knows to maximize your acceptance and love. He knows that orgasms release a bunch of feel-good chemicals, that they cause bonding, that they make you more complacent, and, for the sake of submission, that it'll humiliate you and make you unable to really defy him, as he can hold it over your head, and with time you'll accept him. Over time, he knows, you'll come to crave any physical touch you can get. And while he's more than willing to hold you and sleep curled up with you, he'd be lying if he said this wasn't his favorite and preferred form of physical affection.

Besides, he's been fighting off the urges for forever at this point, he's not going to wait around. Pretty much will be ready to do it as soon as you wake up, and you'll probably already be bound up and lacking any clothes by the time you do. He's not very hesitant. It's yet another case of wanting what he wants and getting what he wants. He's one that will bound you up pretty heavily, hands tied above your head, legs pulled back and tied to the headboard, so it's not like you can do much against it anyway. He understands your hesitancy, be it out of anger or fear, but he's also hard and fast enough that you can't really form a lot of words, so it's not too discouraging.

What sort of kinks or fetishes do they have, or would they fill?

He's not really familiar with any at first, and he has to experiment around. You would think normally an inexperienced boy would want the female to take the lead, but noooo, he's way too proud for that.

Oral fixation

The most shameful one to him. It's disgusting, he thinks, it's unnatural, it goes against the very purpose of sex to procreate, but he knows it exists, he's heard of how it goes and God when you talk and smile he desperately wants to see your mouth wrapped around his dick. When you're laying under him he just has an uncontrollable urge to just buy his face between your legs and lick at everything he can, and eventually he'll cave to both of those urges. The latter will be very unprompted and unanticipated, probably you're not even getting it on at the moment - something like you're sleeping, you're just laying there, your legs open a bit and he just rips off whatever you have on and stuffs his head between your legs - he's not skilled by any means, but works with such an intensity and speed that you'll cum on his face anyway.

If he's mad, he can get rough with the former. Hearing you gag and choke, watching the tears run down your face helps satisfy his anger quite a bit. Unfortunately for you, he can last quite a while, and will grab your hair and force your face down, or really, he's one to lay you on the edge of a bed on your back and really fuck your throat out. And he won't let you spit it out either -- he'll hold your mouth shut with his hands and force you to swallow every little bit.

Finger-fucking

He was once told the trick of putting your fingers inside and curling them, and that's an easy instruction to follow. He'll try it out, and once he watches how it makes you gasp and whimper, he'll get addicted to it, moving his fingers harsh and fast. He likes it because he's not too distracted by his own physical sensations, other than the throbbing hard-on, and can really take in your faces, noises, and really watch you come undone. As an added bonus, he's definitely not going to just leave it at that, no, and he discovers very quickly you're particularly sensitive immediately after one orgasm, reacting with extra loud squeals and harsh clenching when he presses against your extremely sensitive insides. And he likes that quite a bit.

D/S dynamic / bondage

It helps him restore his damaged pride from his embarrassment over the fact that he even has sexual urges in the first place. He deserves to be worshipped, he deserves to have you on your knees in front of him. In particular, he loves to give you commands, see you follow through with them. It's empowering. It's reassuring. Probably the type to want to be called master. He feels its appropriate. And he'd definitely be one to make it an all-the-time, 24/7 sort of dynamic too. He can be gentle about it, too, and will reward you for being well-behaved. The dynamic, the rewards, the praise, all makes you all the more slowly, but surely, succumbing to him, giving in, and finally accepting him.

Tying you up prevents you from moving around too much, and that's the initial reason for it, but he realizes very very quickly that something about seeing you that way is very, very pleasing to him. It gives him a sense of power and control in addition to what he already has established. It also helps alleviate a bit of his nervousness surrounding the whole thing. When you're all tied up, probably blindfolded too, he can just run his hands up and down, stare at your body, figure out what's where and see everything without you squirming around.

Masturbation instruction/voyeurism

Something about just watching you touch yourself drives him up the wall with horniness. It also helps give him an idea of what the fuck he’s supposed to do (again, not that he’ll tell you that). But more importantly, it’s yet another control thing. He won’t just let you go at it, no, he’ll be very specific with his instructions, and expects you to follow them perfectly. He’ll make you edge yourself and even overstimulate yourself, demanding you keep going even after you cum, and even if you can’t, he’ll just swat your hand aside and do it himself.

How do they feel about pregnancy or babies? Do they want them?

He's... Not sure if it's even possible? If so, the whole idea makes him feel a bit odd. Small little beings, ones that look like him, ones that share his blood? The whole concept is so strange. He'd probably want to find out if such a thing is even possible, considering your differences, but he would likely be somewhat opposed to it, as it feels weird to him. He would become more accustomed to the idea with time, though. And one thing he neglects to remember, even if he knows, is that you have to pull out to avoid that, and he definitely doesn't.

What kind of (nsfw) punishments would they use?

Overstimulation is a go-to, as is forced orgasms. Tying back to his finger-fucking tendencies, he learns how sensitive orgasms make you, and how torturous it can be. Even if he can't keep going, after he fucks you a few times, he can still go with his mouth, fingers, over and over and over again, until you're sobbing and begging from the overstimulation. He thinks there's something weirdly beautiful about how something can bring you so much pleasure and pain, be so good yet so unbearable. Seeing you cry while you convulse, hiss from the pain when you're so sensitive that even the lightest touches are painful. Just watching it gives him an electrifying feeling. As a bonus, it will just make you more bonded, the overload of the positive chemicals in your body will bind you to the very person inflicting such a torture on your body. How ironic.

He'd be one for impact pain too, potentially with his hands, but he's one that's more likely to invest in something like a riding crop, or just a belt. He likes the fear of it, too, seeing how you wince and whimper just by hearing it crack before he even does anything to you.

What body parts of their darling do they like the most?

Hips and thighs. He likes grabbing, pulling you back onto him. Running his hands over them. He likes that when he's rough enough, his hands leave bruises on them. It's really pretty to him, and just an ever so blatant reminder of your place... to him, and, he knows, to you.

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GENSHIN IMPACT FANFIC REC LIST II

(previous: part i)

Seaglass by Aevas

There was more to the contract than a gnosis and test of Liyue. It seemed like a simple deal five hundred years ago: so long as Morax never had a soulmate, the Tsaritsa would never harm Liyue and she would not get his gnosis. But the moment he gained a soulmate, all that belonged to him was forfeit. He thought the deal left Liyue safe—he'd lived thousands of years without a soulmate. The Tsaritsa would be dead and gone by the time she'd have a chance to collect.

Five hundred years later, Childe appears in Liyue, Zhongli gains a soulmate mark, and everything falls apart.

(The obligatory soulmate AU, featuring a Zhongli with PTSD, an oblivious Childe, and demon-worshipping cultists.)

Ships: Zhongli/Childe

Notes: I CANNOT BELIEVE I SLEPT ON THIS FIC FOR SO LONG. Read it and I mean it! I admitted initially steered clear of this fic because I wasn’t comforted with a soulmate tartali fic pre-Osial but this fic is actually post-Ostial *facepalm* The writing is phenomenal and Aevas does some beautiful worldbuilding that you typically don’t see in Genshin Impact fics. I love the dynamic between Childe and Zhongli here and the angst is real. The author writes the two as very human characters who makes mistakes, etc. and notably Zhongli struggles with the concept of Childe as his soulmate (who understandably is upset by the rejection when he realizes). They get better though. Also very plotty. A+ writing.

it's a hard rock life for us by reptilianraven

“Ah, no need to worry about that,” Azhdaha waves a dismissive hand. “There is no real Kun Jun. He’s dead.”

A leaf blows past and plaps onto Aether’s face.

“You killed him???” Paimon screeches.

“No,” Azhdaha scrunches his eyebrows. “He was dead when I found him.”

“And you just decided to wear his corpse?” Aether says, leaf still on his face.

He shrugs. “It was free real estate.”

“Azhdaha...” Morax says, sounding vaguely pained.

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Or the one where Historia Antiqua Chapter II: No Mere Stone goes a little bit different and Azhdaha gets more time.

He ultimately uses that time to bully Morax into confronting his immortal neuroses, to make Aether and Paimon suffer, and to figure out how to get that ginger boy Morax has his eye on to make a move already.

Ships: Zhongli/Childe, Past Azhdaha/Zhongli

Notes: Very lighthearted, humor-filled fic. Love how Azhdaha is so flippant. Interactions with Zhongli and Childe are pure gold.

if there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes by moonlight_mist

Childe has a Weapon problem- specifically, that he can't keep one.

He's too reckless, too wild, and too keen on pushing his Weapon partners past their limits. He's just about ready to give up when he meets Zhongli, a Weapon who just might be the solution- so long as Childe can manage to keep his dick in his pants.

Ships: Zhongli/Childe

Notes: This is a Soul Eater AU with some college/university AU vibes (?) but you don’t really need to know much about the anime. It’s a cute AU and I love the premise. Light angst but otherwise, it’s a pretty semi-plotty fic. Easter egg Kaeya and Diluc though.

To Kill A God by IlluminanceinTales

In Snezhnaya, they call them sansis—lost souls that have no guidance but themselves. It’s an apt description, given that most of the time, wannabe-Archons have to go through dozens of tests with nothing as their reference, relying solely on their wit and strength and hoping it would be enough. At least, until they survive the end of the whole game—and they might not have to undergo a painful reincarnation which feels like a hundred bones being stitched together again.

On his seventh game, Childe Tartaglia reincarnates this time in the body of a young man.

Damn, he thinks, looking down at his thin body, his slightly calloused fingers. This won’t be good when facing the other Hydro Decisions.

In a world where an Archon's position is not chosen but fought for in games, Childe Tartaglia is a Hydro Decision who's poised to become the next Hydro Archon. Of course, that's only if he survives his seventh reincarnation. All would be so much easier if it weren't for a certain Geo Archon interfering with every possible chance he gets.

Ships: Zhongli/Childe

Notes: Think Hunger Games meet Political Intrigue meet Genshin Impact. Love the premise and world building that’s done. Features overprotective Zhongli and lots of Childe whump. Has one or two supplementary OCs that aren’t really important outside of plot device reasons. Warning for character death tho lmao.

Three's a Family by IlluminanceinTales

Childe finds a kid that looks just like him.

Of course Zhongli wants to keep him.

Or: How a harbinger and an archon accidentally become fathers. The kid is their wingman

Ships: Childe/Zhongli (?)

Notes: Your everyday cute AF kid fic. Fluffy as hell and super cute. Zhongli and Childe get domestic pretty quickly. Xiao gets dubbed a grandfather and begrudgingly plays along. Super wholesome.

in pitch dark i go walking in your landscape by snowbrigade

He glanced down at him, at the silvery scars peeking out from beneath his robe, and at his eyes, properly now. They were the bright blue of high quality noctilucous jade, but he could see it, an underlying darkness.

Zhongli wondered what his eyes betrayed about himself. --

Rex Lapis is dead. Zhongli, formerly known as triad leader Rex Lapis, is a detective investigating his own "death." Childe, also known as Tartaglia of the Fatui mafia, is undercover as an escort looking to kill Rex Lapis- until someone beats him to it, and he wants to know who. Goals intersecting, they form a partnership of ulterior motives.

Ships: Zhongli/Childe

Notes: There’s like one scene that skews NSFW but otherwise surprisingly not explicit. Really fun AU. Like how the author addresses Childe’s reaction to being stuck with the undercover escort stuff and how the dynamic between the two develops. Pretty plotty so far.

Phantom Lines by iskendaris

“It’s a measure of one’s self, Mr Zhongli.” Childe says. “Maybe you don’t understand it since you work as a consultant, but as an ambassador from the Tsaritsa, as one who fights in her name— this is how I learn to know the measure of myself.” “I understand,” Zhongli says thoughtfully. “It is a warrior’s way, to test one’s strength against the incomparable. To find where one falls short. To find where one has risen to the challenge.”

In which Childe has insomnia, vandalizes public property and runs into a mysterious funeral consultant on his first night in Liyue.

Ships: Zhongli/Childe

Notes: THE FEELS. I can only describe this as the fic where Zhongli pays Best Boyfriend Ever only to FUCK UP big time (via Gnosis deception). Poor, poor Childe. Look, he gave the boy feelings and then broke him. You can really feel Childe fall in love in this love. He also does mental swooning a lot lmao. 

adventitious by Anonymous

It's said the Ley Lines remember all things that happen in this world, from the surface down to the deepest depths... But in the hidden corners where the Gods' gaze does not fall, there are those who dream of dreaming.

There's a dormant bud where Kaeya's eye once was. One day, it will bloom. (Never forget: memory is untrustworthy.)

Ships: Diluc/Kaeya

Notes: I don’t even know where to start. This is very headcanony and lore-focused. Very much concentrated on Khaenri'ah. The implications of this story is grotesque to say the least (according to this fic, Visions are the literal eyes of the people of Khaenri'ah). Warnings for eye and body horror.

Without Those Dark Memories by StrangeDiamond

Diluc awakens in Stormterror’s Lair with no memories of the past five years. Kaeya is on the trail of a rogue alchemist, with a habit of testing his chemicals on unwilling human subjects. Now, in addition to capturing the criminal, Kaeya has to shake him down for an antidote . . . and deal with an amnesiac Diluc who acts exactly like he did before their brotherhood fell apart. (Standalone Fic.)

Ships: Diluc/Kaeya

Notes: This is sort of a classic amnesia fic. I particularly really liked the way that Kaeya was written in this. I feel like the author did a really good job nailing his character and they have a way of capturing the subtle things.

Through the warmth, through the cold by strikedawn

“It’s you!” Paimon shouted with a twirl in mid-air.

“…Excuse me?"

They were drunk. Were they drunk? Was he drunk? Because Kaeya had the feeling his guests had been talking to him for a while now, but none of their words had made any sense whatsoever.

That was, until Venti stepped firmly in front of Kaeya’s desk and set his hands on the top, the better to lean over towards Kaeya and say: “For the end of the Windblume festival, Sir Kaeya Alberich, we’re going to auction a date with you.”

Ships: Diluc/Kaeya

Notes: Shortword, Kaeya gets auctioned off. Diluc makes impulsive (but good) decisions and scores himself a Date but displays an inability to do Date Planning. Venti deserves a pat on the back. Very sweet.

Hide and Seek by Kiri_Kaitou_Clover

Childe did not expect regaining his memories would bring him such frustration.

He makes the best of the situation by messing with one amber eyed consultant in anyway he can.

A reincarnated storm god wades through life in Liyue, all while screaming about one dragon god's incompetency at being human.

Ships: Zhongli/Childe

Notes: Features Childe as Osial’s very exasperated reincarnation, who gets the joy of discovering that his rival/enemy Morax is not only an idiot but also broke AF. He still falls in love anyway. Contains this golden line: 

"Did... did that complete blockhead really use my money in order to get me a gift that basically says that he is proposing to me?!"

(Osial was screaming. When had the other god become like this?! Had he always been like this?!)

Getting that Bread by tzitzimeme

Concubine AU where Zhongli is Emperor, Xiao is an assassin sent to kill him while disguised as a woman in his imperial harem, and the only reason he doesn't actually do it is because he pities Zhongli for being so catastrophically stupid (also Xiao falls in love).

Ships: Zhongli/Xiao

Notes: Like Xiao says, Zhongli is an idiot. Fluff and humor filled. Xiao spends a good 95% of this exasperated by Zhongli’s bullshit. 

prayers for a boy by Recluse

The only way to reconciliation is fierce combat!

Hm... Come to think of it, there will be a lot of interesting news to be heard the next time we gather for drinks. Filling in the blanks.

Ships: N/A

Notes: I...don’t really know where to begin with this? It’s exactly what the summary implies...but more? I was tempted to describe this as the fic where Zhongli puts his foot in his mouth but...that’s not exactly write? I feel like this was more of a character study. It explores the aftermath of the Osial Incident and how Zhongli and Childe reconnect. Platonically...though I guess it can be read romantically. 

one kind of longing, two places of sorrow by lady_peony

Zhongli's hands rest behind his back, both gloved hands clasping one another. His fingers tighten around one another for the merest moment, before he relaxes his grip.

"There is a tradition in Liyue," Zhongli says, his back still to Childe standing behind him, "of inviting out a companion to a last meal before a farewell."

A pause.

"A tradition?" Childe echoes.

"Yes."

"With a companion?"

"Yes."

Ships: Zhongli/Childe

Notes: The fic where neither of the two communicate about jackshit but go on a quiet, sad not-date before Childe leaves for Snezhnaya. Childe pulls (? on accident or on purpose, I can not tell) the equivalent of leaving the jacket in the car post-date to get date to call for the second date. Also, the author has a gift for like...writing angst...without writing angst? Like the whole fic is like brimming with everything that the characters aren’t saying but the thoughts aren’t necessarily written out BUT YOU KNOW THOSE DUMBFUCKS ARE JUST LIKE. BRIMMING WITH FEELS? 

The People of Liyue by queer_occurrences

But Zhongli whispers, his low voice rooted in the back of Childe’s mind. “Changsun, the merchant, who is never too Mora-enthralled to turn away a needy child. There’s Tiantian—she will allow anyone to join the Adventurer’s Guild—she knows what it is to be desperate.”

Childe ducks away from them and hurries out over the bridge. It’s a warm, sunny day, the kind he would have complained about, whining about his delicate Snezhnayan skin. “It’ll burn, or worse, freckle. Would you still like me if I was freckled?”

Then Zhongli would say, “The people of Liyue will remember your sacrifice.” And he would wrinkle his nose.

Or: after it all goes down, Childe takes a walk.

Ships: Zhongli/Childe

Notes: The author has a way with perfectly balancing angst with humor in a way that makes you cackle. There’s a lot of feels in this one. Zhongli tries communicating--Childe runs away a lot. There’s a lot of love for Liyue in this one.

cold blooded, warm blooded, hearts all the same by reptilianraven

Teyvat Petting Zoo @tyvtpettingzoo

Well would you look at that! Zhongli, our resident spinytail iguana, has gotten quite cozy with Childe, our new (and very feisty) ginger ferret! Aren’t they adorable all cuddled together like this? 😍😍😍

[Attached image shows a brown spinytail iguana curled up against a ginger ferret. The iguana’s head is nuzzled under the snout of the ferret.]

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At the Teyvat Petting Zoo, Zhongli and Childe fall in love.

Ships: Zhongli/Childe

Notes: ...I promise I’m not weird. This is just super cute. Cross-species love affair? Childe the ferret is very besotted. The internet is confused and the zoo keepers are just done.

a geo archon's guide to the modern era by Erina

“Morax,” Xiao says after Zhongli finishes his retelling of the incident. “He thinks you’re a weirdo.”

“No, don’t say that,” Barbatos snickers. “You’ll give him hope that this is salvageable.” He lowers his voice. “Morax, he thinks you’re a boomer.”

(In which Zhongli hibernates for centuries and wakes up in the modern world)

Ships: Zhongli/Childe

Notes: This took me, I shit you not, FIVE SEPARATE ATTEMPTS to read. Not because it was bad but BECAUSE THE SECOND HAND EMBARRASSMENT WAS REAL. Like, omg, just reading about Zhongli’s introduction to modernity made me want to dig a hole and die. Super funny though. Do not read in public or you will look like a lunatic. Has a...parallel (?) fic in the same series called  buy two get one archon free where Zhongli gets reversed isekai’d into an anime convention.

time flies like an arrow by Erina

He’s tired, tired of the unbreakable loop of watching his loved ones pass on, tired of getting attached only for the connection to be violently ripped away from him. He wonders if the real victors during the Archon War were those who perished, who died long before their godhood turned into a curse that chained them to the land that they were fighting for.

But that is not a problem for Childe to worry about. That is Zhongli’s burden to bear, delivered to him in a pretty package years ago in the form of a gnosis.

His very first contract.

(Zhongli and Childe, across many lifetimes)

Ships: Zhongli/Childe

Notes: This is a quiet fic. It’s this kind of slice-of-life fic colored by this overpowering sense of love and loss as Zhongli remains immortal and Childe dies and lives and dies and lives for hundreds of lifetimes, but always finds his way back to his geo archon. It’s so lovely but also unbearably sad.

Tartaglia’s Favorite Professor by GreyLiliy

The famed hitman Tartaglia of the Fatui Syndicate spends his days as the charming college student Childe. The two lives remain as separate as possible in order to maintain a flawless cover to keep the authorities off his back and to better serve the Tsaritsa.

However, new intel about a rival syndicate intersects his two lives in a way he could never have predicted.

Ships: Zhongli/Childe

Notes: Mafia AU meet College AU. Childe is somehow both a horny AF college student and murderous hitman. Zhongli gives off major DILF vibes. GreyLily somehow makes this work while also avoiding cringe. Highly recommended!

like a handprint on my heart by fallingintodivinity

“Strictly off-the-record,” Jean says, with a small smile, “I’m really happy to see you and Captain Kaeya getting along again, Master Diluc.”

“We’re not – we’re not getting along,” Diluc tells her, indignant. “We’re working together. Unwillingly, I might add.”

“Yes – oh, yes, of course.”

Diluc stares at Jean suspiciously. “Are you laughing at me?”

Jean clears her throat primly. “I would never.”

Ships: Diluc/Kaeya

Notes: Super, super cute! Sort of reads like a first date fic except genshin impact style? Writing style is very refreshing!