#they joke and tease but kaeya does truly care about him! ;;/

[howthesleeplesswander]

So Kokichi was still calling himself that, was he? How adorable. The self-given title never failed to bring a smirk to Kaeya's lips. The "Supreme Leader of Terrorizing the Knights," perhaps, or even "of Making the Acting Grand Master Tear Her Hair Out." But who was Kaeya to crush a child's dreams?

"I thought you already had your band of loyal minions. Whatever would your little gang think if they learned they weren't good enough for their leader?" It was a tease more than a threat, but the Captain still made note of information that could liven up their little game should the fancy strike.

Kokichi's dramatics shifted—they didn't stop, naturally; they never did—at mention of the Knights. Always eager to seize an opportunity to tear down his own protectors and law enforcers. And while Kaeya mostly agreed with his opinion (though "useless" was more the descriptor he'd choose than "lame"), those feelings remained hidden beneath his best aghast face.

"I'm afraid I don't know what you mean," Kaeya said, hand on his chest in mock offence. "The Knights of Favonius are a noble group working on behalf of Mondstadt's people. Being a Knight is an honor." That final word carried enough emphasis to be the verbal equivalent of rolling his eyes. He resisted the literal urge, though he did let a wry smirk give away what Kokichi would already know was a heap of lies.

"You ought to have a bit more respect for the safety and well-being of the city, considering that you live here." Curiosity bled into his tone as he considered him sidelong. "No love lost for our fair city of Mondstadt, as usual. If you dislike it so much, why not go somewhere else?"

“Yeah-huh! Duh!” With unrivaled eagerness, his head bobbed up and down, and Kokichi maintained that firm, unwavering eye contact as the captain bought into his tall tale. (Psh. “Bought into”—please! They were both playing the same game here.) “A Supreme Leader of Evil needs his minions, doesn’t he? And, c’mon, what better minions than the horrors”—insert some stink to his tone here; let’s make fun of the losers who are actually afraid of this crap!—“of an alternate dimension where pants-wetters soil all their breeches? Pretty smart, huh?”

And then Kaeya was scrutinizing him closely. A steady, deliberate up-and-down (Aw! Captain—! Is that a onceover?♡) of that sharp and oh-so-observant eye. Kokichi made his own show of preening, complete with a little turn on his heel, arms out, to fully expose himself. Get a good long look, his smug little grin all but shouted. Make sure you don’t miss a thing! His tongue peeped between his toothy grin as he resettled in front of him, expectantly waiting for an appraisal that never came.

No, what he got instead was a threat in the guise of a proposal. Which had Kokichi instantaneously grimacing like he’d just sucked an entire lemon.

Eugh, but even that would be better—!

“Ew! There’s nothing lamer than being in the Knights! Yech… can you even imagine how stupid you’d have to be?” He tapped his chin, mocking deep thought over who’d have said stupidity. Then, after a second spent contemplating Kaeya specifically, “Oh, wait… I’m sorry.” Another lie. And an accompanying smirk. “Seriously though: when are you gonna stop pretending you actually give a crap?”

[bluexiao]

#you’re my honeybunch, sugarplum

—what are the endearments that they call you?

CHARACTERS. Zhongli, Xiao, Venti, Thoma, Scaramouche, Kazuha, Kaeya, Gorou, Diluc, Childe, Ayato, Albedo, Aether; gn! Reader

THEMES. fluff! domestic. suggestive (and slightly possessive) on scara! mentions of marriage in a very few parts.

NOTES. so this is just an experiment where i write the names in reverse instead of alphabetically. which one do you guys like more? also, all my aether works are going to be abyss!aether in general so yes if i don’t find abyss!aether i’m gonna make abyss!aether. also the song i placed on the title is so cute i literally just saw the real lyrics like earlier hahaha

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“Dearest” is when ZHONGLI soothes you when you’re stressed over a vendor who was scolding him after he came out without a wallet, hand rubbing on your shoulders or wrapping themselves on your waist, trying to usher you away for the fight not to escalate further. But when it does, one look from him is enough for the others to cower away at the intensity they hold despite not knowing his true identity. While “sweetheart” is whenever you two were on bed, relishing each other’s presence and letting the dream world embrace you both. Even if he doesn’t need sleep, you are the one whom he needs—much more than you could’ve ever imagined coming from a divine being such as he.

“It’s time to close your eyes, sweetheart,” he smiles at you lovingly, “I wish you a goodnight, dearest.”

XIAO slips a “(my) angel” whenever he thinks you’re asleep. There are times that you hear it but mostly it’s late at night and you couldn’t wait for him anymore. With a brush of his bare hand over your hair or your cheek, or whenever he was in a moment of being afraid to unconsciously hurt you, he places them above your leg, covered by the blanket where he knows he could not unconsciously cause you harm. Longing, such an unnecessariness for an Adeptus, but it was the very same picture on his eyes, glittering beneath the glow of the moonlight where he knew only he could see these emotions he says he failed to have.

“Go sleep, my angel, I’ll be here,” he brings his hand on top of your skin—bare, ungloved, just as how he is with his feelings, “May your dreams be of peace and the dark shall leave you be.”

VENTI calls you by many endearments. He’s called you “windblume,” “my love,” “my darling,” “my sweet flower,” and a variety of others even if it was just in one sentence. You might even hear him often call you “Hey there, lover!”. However, his favorite is when he calls you “my muse”. There is something rather special about that call—as a bard himself, and also as someone who appreciates you from the inside and out. He thinks you save him just by existing—you are his inspiration, and he wants you to know that each and every time he calls you his muse.

“Have you got any other else to do today, my muse? Care to join me for a trip in Dadaupa Gorge?”

THOMA is rather convinced he’ll marry you in the future. His favorite endearment to call you is “honey.” However, he also thinks that when you two have gotten married, he’ll want to call you “wifey/hubby” just to joke around with you, or tease you whenever he wants to. But what you don’t know is that these are actually what he truly feels on the inside—he wants you not only for now, but if you’d give him the freedom to choose, he’d choose a life of eternity with you on it.

“Honey, can you pass me the salt, please? Yes, this is Dry-Braised Salted Fish. Do you want me to cook anything else?”

Very rarely does SCARAMOUCHE ever call you an endearment. The most he’d call you is “mine,” probably, when he’s feeling extra possessive due to stress or being pushed into the corner. He mutters it in between his kisses or when he nibbles on your skin, trailing his lips where he deems anyone could see just so he could not only prove it to you but to others as well. When he’s feeling confident and teasing, however, he calls you “darling” with a smirk on his face, knowing full well he has caught you off-guard and loving the way you fluster beneath him.

“Hm? You tired, darling? I thought you’d like to take me on top of Starsnatch Cliff?” he smirks, “What? Want me to carry you or something?”

KAZUHA calls you by the things you remind him of. “Dove,” “angel,” “flower,” “sunshine,” or even “butterfly.” It varies, most of the time, for the lips of a poet is something to be wary of—sweet, like a teeth-rotting candy or a chocolate bar you receive in a Trick of Treat. He makes it his mission to make your heart flutter even as seasons pass by, or when you both grow old. He hopes that it would be enough, at least, for you to stay, flying on the winds with him, high above the clouds, soaring like two love birds fated for each other.

“What must be on your mind, dove? Care to share it to me?”

KAEYA calls you “babe” most, if not all the time. It’s been like that probably even before you two had gotten together. It’s something that both he and you had gotten used to that it’s quite difficult to even imagine if he calls you with anything but “babe,” especially in moments that he surely knows he will. Perhaps, this is what he wishes for—consistency, to stay as it is and never falter away. He wanted it not to.

“You coming with, babe?” he muses, “What now? Are you neglecting your own boyfriend-Ow,” he chuckles, “Alright, alright, groceries first before Angel’s Share, as promised.”

“Love” is when GOROU and you were still a couple, but he dreams of calling you “honey” when he settles with you in the future. It’s sort of traditional for the people of Inazuma to call their spouses with “honey,” based on what he’d observed. He’s fairly affectionate, not afraid of showing them to you even if others are present. His tone, his voice, his eyes; how different they were whenever he calls you “love.” He is certain about this—this relationship that is deemed to be everlasting and boundless. “Love” is what he feels for you, forever, and probably always.

“Love, there is no need to worry,” he softly says as he reaches and presses a kiss on your forehead, “I will go back home safe. I promise.”

DILUC calls you “my love,” but every time you were in public—only during the first few months of being with you, he was still hesitant about it. However as time passed on, it slips out of his mouth easier than it was before, even if other people are present around both of you. In times that this occurs, vendors still couldn’t believe that this young bachelor had finally found the person whom he could finally see himself with to have the courage to step a foot forward and be proud of it. No one else could’ve imagined this moment would come, even him. Yet it did, with you.

“Are these all you need, my love? Why do you need all these ingredients?” “For dinner tonight, I see. Must you need more?”

CHILDE refers to you as “baby” or “babe” or “lovely.” It’s a match between the two of you—who gets to fluster the other more, who will falter first into a fit of embarrassment. There was never a true winner for the both of you, you were each other’s strength and weakness, yet he didn’t mind that. He could tease you all you like, but you could do the same to him.

“Hey there, lovely,” he greets you with an embrace from behind leaving a chaste kiss on your cheek as he brought his chin on your shoulder, “What is for dinner today? Do you want me to help?”

“Honey” is when AYATO and you are in the privacy of your home, whereas he could act however he wants without being judged nor talked about by others. “My dear” is when you two were out and about—a very rare instance but he insists for your sake, that he’s not a bad boyfriend to not take you on dates like any lover should. He makes it sound so easy, so smooth; as if his voice was made of finest silk, giving them to you and making your heart skip a beat or two.

“Must you really tempt me away from my work, honey?” he smiles as he pulls you on his lap and lets you encircle your own arms on his neck while his were on your waist, “Perhaps I may take a short break for my dear. What is it that you’d like to do, hm?”

ALBEDO has a knack of whispering “darling” next to your ear and seeing what your reaction would be. He has a small smile on his face and maybe even a release of a soft chuckle, his breath fanning themselves on your skin below your ear before adoringly pressing a chaste kiss on them. Physics is when an unconscious pull brings him to you and Chemistry is when he finds himself amused with whatever you do, even if they’re not what he expected them to be most of the time.

“Busy, darling?” he does it again, his hand carefully placing itself on your shoulder as he lands a kiss on your temple, “Always the hardworker. Can I really not persuade you to look at me for a little while?”

AETHER, at first, refuses to call you with an endearment, in fear of you getting attached to him and you both hurting in the process. He cannot handle falling for you and losing you again. Now, however, he tends to call you “beloved,” never failing to always look you in the eye and communicate his love and care for you. Home was where he and his sister were before, but now, he found another person who could truly understand him no matter who he is, was, or will be. You will stay with him, he knows you will.

“Feeling alright, beloved?” he caresses your cheek, eyes focused on yours, always holding the same care as it did to any other he feels them for, “Tell me what you need and I’ll give them to you. Anything.”

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[ddarker-dreams]

Mondstadt Boys Reverse Harem HCs.

Diluc: 

Somebody help this man. Diluc genuinely loses sleep over trying to figure out how best to appeal to you, wanting nothing more than to have you return his feelings. He kind of shoots himself in the foot by doing things for you in the shadows. You’ll always find your tabs always paid for, your rent is taken care of on months finances were tight, a lack of monsters in areas you frequent. He hopes to have the confidence to tell you some of that was him one day. 

He is very gentleman-like with you, something that wins brownie points. Diluc holds the door for you, pulls out your chair, offers you his jacket if it’s cold out, the entire works. Kaeya snickers over how basic his approach is, but as long as you seem receptive, he could care less. You can expect him to always walk you home. It doesn’t matter that you wield a Vision, or that you’re adept with a weapon, he is walking you home and that’s that. Diluc is very stubborn about this, but it’s only because he cares for you so much!

Diluc is deeply appreciative when you initiate and lead the conversation. He’s an excellent listener, despite his almost constant poker face, taking in your every word as if it were scripture. Although, he has a bad habit of dropping his eyes to your lips, yet vehemently denies this accusation. It’s worse on days where there’s some sort of pigment on your lips, this man is so touch starved, he’ll be staring at them in silent awe. 

He has, for his credit, tried having “talks” with Kaeya about you. Diluc is firm in the fact that Kaeya wouldn’t be any good for you, given their history and Kaeya’s original mission. While he is possessive, at his heart, he cares deeply for your safety and wellbeing. Of course, these talks never really make progress. Kaeya just ends up with more stuff to tease him over when you’re around. 

Deep down, he’s insecure about your thoughts on him. He’s polite and well-mannered, but is that enough to successfully win you over? Diluc fears he’s going to come off as too protective because well, he is, as a result of losing so many people he’s cared for. In those times he’s at such a loss and it’s only exacerbated by the attention you’re given by others. 

Kaeya:

The silver-tongued Kaeya finds himself unexpectedly worried over your impression of him. He’s aware that he has a bit of a reputation, and while such things don’t normally matter, you’re important to him. He wants to make you blush, yes, but he also wants his interest to appear sincere as he feels it is. This is the first time he’s truly loved someone and it’s somewhat unnerving. 

Kaeya’s internal dilemmas rarely rise to the surface, he commands his body language and general demeanor perfectly. He takes a more traditional approach to romancing you, asking you out on dates to get delicious food, or offering to go stargazing. The time you spend together never feels uneventful. He makes an adventure out of everything, easily able to entertain you for hours on end with his wit and charm. 

He is unfairly observant. Kaeya catches the indiscreet, longing looks Diluc sends your way, how Venti trips over himself to catch your attention, how the composed Chief Alchemist of the Knights keens his ear when you speak. Unsurprisingly, he’s most interested in challenging Diluc. He’s the easiest of the bunch to rile up, and well, he’s had practice his entire life. 

The atmosphere when both Diluc and Kaeya are around you is... horrifying, honestly. They’re both exchanging forced niceties and ingenuine smiles. Neither of them thinks the other deserves your affections, and as the saying goes, all is fair in love and war. 

Kaeya is able to spend more time with you than Diluc can, due to the latter often being away on business, and boy does he rub that in. He’ll exchange inside jokes with you, refer back to events that only you two were present for, ignoring the holes that his brother glares into his head. Of course, there’s the added benefit of seeing you smile and laugh. He’s enjoying himself a little too much. 

Albedo: 

Albedo puts a great deal of thought into how he will interact with you. The first few times you two speak, you may notice he comes off as reserved, especially when comparing it to his conversations with others. Initially, he had so much to say while working up the courage to approach you. When he finally managed to do so, he found himself uncharacteristically tongue-tied, and could only say the bare minimum as not to embarrass himself. 

He wants so badly to get close to you but isn’t sure what the proper methods are. His area of expertise is concrete, it’s quantifiable and can be tested. Human relationships, on the other hand... he fears that if he messes up once, he might not get any more chances with you! 

An edge that he has over the other boys is his work. Albedo is able to ask for your assistance on his simpler endeavors and purposefully picks places where you two can be alone together in peace. This is where he’s at his best. He’ll talk to you in detail about his work, what everything means, how he came to his conclusions. If you ask him a question, his heart might just burst from his chest. 

He’s not a very confrontational person. Albedo actually finds it interesting to see how the others interact with you, taking mental notes on what is effective and what isn’t. Of course, he wouldn’t be too thrilled if they were making considerable advancements, and might even let Klee out of solitary confinement prematurely to act as a distraction lmao. 

The sole exception to this rule is when Kaeya and Diluc are going at it. In that case, Albedo believes you’ll become disillusioned with their behavior, and simply watches the ensuing chaos. For how well-tempered Albedo is, he isn’t against throwing in a dry remark only for your ears about the two. 

Venti: 

Venti is probably having the most fun out of everyone here. A natural extrovert and outgoing individual, he can get just about anyone to warm up to him, and he knows this. It doesn’t take long for him to spark up a friendship with you. There are no awkward silences or forced conversations, everything between you two flows so naturally. It’s almost as if you were lifelong friends. 

He doesn’t really flirt on purpose? Sure, he can be a bit teasing, but a lot of his compliments for you are from the heart. Venti might say it in a lighthearted way, yet his words carry unexpected weight. You won’t ever doubt that he cares for you greatly. There’s this unexpected... somberness that will sometimes come out of nowhere. It’ll be gone as fast as it came, and he’ll return to his bubbly self in no time, but you still commit the experience to memory. 

It goes without saying that you are his most precious muse! He’s never felt attached to sappy love songs, and while he might jokingly mention a mushy lyric here or there, lots of his newer songs are subtle in their loving touches. Venti composes words and meanings centered around belonging. That’s why you are to him at the core — a home he never had — one without the need to be defined by four walls. 

Venti doesn’t stir up the pot with the others that much. He might dramatically cling himself to you, but he’d be pressed to tie you down. That goes strictly against his belief system and he could never bring himself to do it. Sure, he might make a silly jab at the others, though it stops there. He wants you to choose whatever will bring you the most joy, and if that isn’t him, well... it’ll hurt but at least you’re happy. 

He might feel inclined to clue you in about his true identity and past eventually. However, he does so in such a crpyitc manner, that you can’t help but wonder if you’re looking too far into things. Not to mention, he is the king of deflection. Venti does have a considerable soft spot for you, so if you ever pouted hard enough, he might just break and tell you more. Might. 

[0viciouslyvague0]

"It'll just be a short trip, you'll be okay, right?":

◇Character(s) Involved: Albedo, Childe, Diluc and Kaeya

◇Genre: Lightly angsty, Lightly Fluffy

◇Format: Headcanons

◇Au Setting: None

◇Summary: It's your first time leaving your lover alone to go on an urgent trip, surely they'll be able to cope without your presence, right? Well...

Albedo:

◇"Of course I will, be sure to take care of yourself as well, okay?"

◇Albedo takes your absence rather well and it's not really any surprise to you that he would considering how he'd be away for days on end himself doing research in other parts of Mondstadt. Though, just because he takes it well, doesn't mean he doesn't miss you when the two of you are seperated, he's just found ways to cope with it.

◇Ways he copes with your absence is by surrounding himself with things he knows you like. Pages of his sketchbook would be filled with drawings of your favourite things and he'll occasionally eat food that he knows you enjoy eating. It's the little things that help dull the slight ache in his heart whenever you're away, it keeps your presence lingering even when he knows your not around. Klee has teased him about these habits of his and each time the little girl childishly asks him if he misses you because he loves you, Albedo can't help but huff out a chuckle and entertain her by answering with a yes, he does miss you because he loves you, very dearly. Klee confesses with a giggle that she's surprised that her older brother figure was capable of falling in love with somone and honestly, Albedo can't truly believe it either, never really seeing himself as the sort to do so, but he doesn't really mind it one bit. As long as it was you guiding him through this new discovery in his life, he'd be happy to remain by your side for as long as he could.

Childe:

◇"An adventure without me? Oh, how will my dearest darling survive in the wild without their protector?"

◇Seriously, punch his arm, he deserves it and hey, he may even thank you for it. Jokes aside though, Childe understands if you have to take a trip somewhere for family or work related purposes so he won't stop you. Like Albedo, he's probably gone a lot due to issues regarding the Fatui or family, and he trusts that you'll be able to handle yourself without him around. At least, that's what he initially thinks. He'll eventually send over a few lower ranking fatui agents to watch over you just to make sure that you're safe and sound. Can't take any risk, y'know?

◇Childe's a busy person, so his manner of coping is to just go on with his day like usual and occasionally get updates from his agents about your status. The one thing that changes when you're away though, is his irresponsibility regarding his own well-being. We all know that he gets into fights whenever he can and the fights themselves aren't really the problem but the trouble arises after said fights are over. You see, he refuses to get any wounds he has bandaged or cared for properly, his agents have to literally beg for him to visit a proper doctor for wounds that seem too major to ignore. He's just gotten so used to you fussing over him and tending to his injuries that he doesn't even think about going to a regular doctor anymore, deciding to just wait it out until you return home to care for him. He's gotten a little too used to you babying him and you have to admit that there is some fault on your part as well, you just can't help but spoil him a little too much sometimes.

(More under the cut!)

Diluc:

◇"I'll be fine, but are sure you'll be alright?"

◇Oh, this poor man. Although his words and reaction seem leveled and calm, he's incredibly anxious about letting you leave to go on your trip. No matter how strong you may be, there'll always be something in the back of his mind that's screaming about your well-being and safety and given his past, you can understand why he'd stress so much about those issues. Days leading up to your trip, Diluc would try his best to spend as much time as he could with you, he'll even take a day or two off, something incredibly rare for him to do, just to help you pack up and get ready for your trip. He was often rather vulnerable behind closed doors with you and as hard as he tried to hide it as to not make you worry, you could tell that he was a little nervous, maybe even scared, to let you go, even if it was just for a week or two.

◇The way Diluc copes, at least for the first few days, isn't exactly... healthy. He works himself harder than he usually does, and his sleeping schedule is even more haywire than usual. It surprisingly takes Kaeya to bring him down to earth one day, telling him, albeit in his usual bastard manner, how sad you'd be to see him in such a state, terribly sleep deprived and not taking care of himself. Although he may snap a retort back to Kaeya in response, his words do stick with him when he finally closes up the tavern, not like he'd ever admit to it, of course. Unfortunately, Kaeya's right, you wouldn't be so thrilled to see him in such a sorry state, so he tries his best to care for himself a little better and to not worry so much about you, putting a little more faith in your ability to handle yourself just fine without him. In the meantime, he'll be counting down the days, waiting (im)patiently for your return, and the first thing he'll do when he finally has you safe in his arm, is tell you how happy he is to have you home.

Kaeya:

◇"Of course I will. Ah, time alone to myself, I wonder what mischief I'll get up to without you"

◇Punch his arm, the sequel. Though he may sound like he's rather glad to have some time to himself, he's honestly a little... worried. He probably would have invited himself along for the ride if it weren't for the fact that he had quite the number of duties to do in Mondstadt. He tried his hardest to put on an indifferent facade around you, but you noticed that little things about him would change leading up to the day of your trip. The grip of his hugs when you woke up in the morning became tighter than usual, almost like he didn't want to let you go and he'd come back home earlier than usual from the tavern, using the excuse that Diluc kicked him out early, to spend more time with you. When he kissed you goodbye before your trip, you almost thought you were hallucinating, seeing his facade drop momentarily to show you a rather sad smile before sending you off.

◇The way Kaeya copes, at least for the first few days, is by hiding your things in a way that'll be easy to put back later, but is at least out of his range of sight for the time being. He knew that he would miss you, but he didn't think he'd do so this badly. At first, he tried to go back to his usual schedule, the schedule he had before he got serious with you, but for some reason, the routine made him realize just how... miserably lonely he was, and hey, if he didn't realize it himself sooner, Rosaria and Diluc (mostly Diluc) were more than happy to spill those cans of beans to him. It took him a while to let the realization sink in that erasing you just hurt him more than ease him, so slowly but surely, he started putting your things back where they belonged, and even got into the habit of doing small things that reminded him of you. His changes don't magically bring you back home to him any quicker, but it at least keeps him company for the time being while he longfully waits for you to come home. Be prepared to have him stick next to you like glue for the next few days, he's just... really glad to have you back home with him again.

A/N: Hello! Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed this post! I'm super sorry if the grammar or spelling is incredibly off, I wrote this in a bit of a dazed state but I'll fix some stuff up when I come back to reread it in the morning! This was just a little something I thought of while writing request and speaking of that, thank you so much to those who requested stuff! I'll try my best to get them posted!

(Requests are open and anon is anon!)

[nyxthejinx]

🔮 anon makes her appearANCE ONCE AGAIN !! this angst train truly is addicting, im never getting off.

bUT

i suPPOSE we can give diluc his little hopeful / happy ending. We’ve been stringing him a long far to long lol .

What if right after the scarf incident that he witnesses, he approached kaeya and reader , kaeya is still hugging/ trying to hide them, and reaches out to them with the scarf. And things just start to unravel from there.

I imagine that to get through to reader, he needs to ge through kaeya as well. ( he probably teases diluc over the fact that he got through to their sibling first lmao )

While they may have their differences , the thing that will hold them together from now on is their younger sibling. They kind of take advantage of the fact that they have to talk about their sibling to each other and just slowly , very slowly repair their own relationship as well.

But since Kaeya is now closer to the youngest sibling, he acts as mediator. Willing to step up to the role and act on his desire to bear readers problems. something he wasn’t able to do before , unlike the reader who kept his secret.

He’s like a bridge between the two. Since he’s been trying to make exploring with the reader a common occurrence, he slowly starts to include Diluc. He goes at the readers pace, starting up conversations and jokes when things get a bit to tense.

Just talking to each other while watching the stars. The brothers might fake fight here , knowing it would make their younger sibling laugh , something she rarely does now and they want to change that.

While reader is still afraid of Diluc in a way, they want to over come their fear because deep down they will always love their oldest brother. But it’s hard to even touch him sometimes. So, what if one day after they set up their little camp to rest from all their exploring , reader was brushing kaeyas hair (putting flowers in it), she gets the courage to approach diluc and ask if she could do the same to him .

Diluc immediately says yes lmao. (he’s probably super happy and emotional internally ). This would probably be the first time they ever had contact bc before Diluc probably became aware of their fear of hands, especially his, so he would never initiate physical contact with her unless she approached them first . So, after waiting soooo long , they made some progress. All the while kaeya is teasing diluc on how pretty he looks with all the flowers in his hair even tho kaeya still has a bunch in his lol.

After that maybe reader links her pinky with dilucs but doesn’t grab on to his hand just yet. They would probably need to work on that a lot more but i think they would both be content with the progress made so far. Diluc probably doesn’t care how long it would take for them to trust him , just like kaeya , he would wait for however long it took.

I think from here on out all three of them become aware of each other’s feelings to truly become a family again and genuinely start putting in the work to strengthen their sibling bond. But both Diluc and Kaeya put in the most work so that their younger sibling would be once again care free. Wanting to brighten the glow in their eye that has slowly started to make an appearance.

wHEW, that . was . gOOD. i wrote this while trying not to fall asleep so ignore all my spelling mistakes and long ass sentences. but hopefully this was good and i hope in the future we could talk about more of the future shenanigans they might get into lmao. i wanted to write stuff about it like sleep overs , messing with each other while using their visions , or just normal sibling behavior that includes ganging up on one of the siblings lmao bUT this is all my tired brain can pump out for now

🔮 a n o n

I know you're trying to kill me, there's no other explanation because UGHH THE ANGST BUT THEN THE FLUFF. Too precious, gg to your sleepy brain cause I can't work this good when I'm awake.

The scarf thing is a perfect gesture to reintroduce Diluc to reader. He's exposing himself, showing he wants to fix his mistakes. And Reader, albeit hesitantly, does take the scarf from him while hiding behind Kaeya's figure.

I think reader would leave after that, saying they need a moment alone. Meanwhile Diluc and Kaeya speak, without sassy remarks or impatience. They talk for the first time in three years, like civil people, because it's about their sibling, not about them.

Diluc takes the lead and explains the origin of those scars. Though Kaeya feels like grimacing he keeps a straight face; he doesn't judge, or scold, or anything, it would only put more distance between them. Diluc already knows his faults and doesn't need a useless lecture.

And just like you said Kaeya would be the mediator in the beginning. Helps Diluc come up with decent apologies, asks reader if they want to see him, how they feel about his presence. And they don't even try to act tough, they say it out aloud, they're scared.

Scared of his face, of his presence, of his vision, of his hands. They're scared and don't know how to deal with the emotional scar he left.

They're honest with him, they don't sugar-coat their pain. But it's not about accusing him or provoking his guilt, it's about being honest with their feelings so that they can start over.

And so, at an agonising pace, they all patch the crater between them.

They get to a point where reader just moves water from a pond over diluc's head and splashes it cause they're feeling petty that day. If Kaeya wants he can freeze him right after, but reader won't move a muscle to stop Diluc from chasing his brother. It's too damn funny.

Or they steal Diluc's crystal flies when he's right about to catch them, running around with a smirk and plucking out a grape or two on their way.

They always side with Kaeya for obvious reasons, but the day reader chooses Diluc's side he thinks he's in heaven.

Kaeya's creating a frozen path to cross a particularly large lake, and that's when Diluc cuts the bridge and reader starts creating waves.

"ha ha, very funny guys. Pull me back to the shore, yeah?" But the water moves and moves and he falls from the platform. Reader laughs and reaches out for a high five without even thinking. When Diluc pats back with a feather touch not to scare them away, they realise physical contact with him isn't too scary anymore.

Yes, he has gloves, yes, it was less than a second. But it's contact. Progress.

That's why they offer to braid his hair that night. Why they intertwine their pinkies with little to no hesitation. Why Diluc finally matches the memories of him in reader's mind: he's smiling big.

[outivv]

— falling in love headcanons —

Synopsis: venti in love!

Warnings: none!

Game/ fandom: genshin impact

Character: venti!

Pronouns for reader: gender neutral/ not mentioned

A/n: hello everyone, and it’s venti’s birthday! So this is like a happy birthday venti sorta thing. I wasn’t in the mood to write a fix for today, but still wanted to do something you know? I didn’t do anything for Lisa’s birthday which… I feel so guilty for T^T so! I really wanted to do something for venti cause he’s a cool character! And he’s actually one of my favorites! So! Yeah! Lotta exclamation points!!!!!!!! Anyway, I hope you enjoy and have an amazing day! Drink lots of water, and eat something if you haven’t! Like an apple! Just something to take care of yourself! <3

Venti is vey… for lack of a better term charismatic. He’s also not afraid of talking to people, so there is a high chance that he will talk to you everyday for hours. That’s how he first falls in love with you. By talking to you everyday and getting to know you.

Venti doesn’t fall in love easily, which may come as a surprise to many, but in reality venti is hesitant and unsure of his feelings. When he truly comes to his senses and realizes that he is in fact in love with you, is when he sees you amongst the crowd of people when he’s playing the lyre under Barbatos’s statue. Looking at you your eyes full of happiness, and wonder. You’re enjoying his music, and you came here to watch him. Him. That’s what makes him realize you’re in love with him.

Venti relentlessly teases you. He can rival kaeya with how much he teases you, though unlike kaeya venti is more playful, and more smug. He’ll do anything from teasing you with pretty words (he has an astounding vocabulary) to things such as physical touch. Coming up behind you and hugging you really tightly, laying his head in your lap only to bury his face in your stomach, literally hold hands with you. Venti does it all when it comes to physical touch. Sometimes he isn’t even trying to tease you! Just likes touching you in some way. That’s all.

When venti is singing folk songs at Dilucs tavern sometimes he’ll look at you, as an invitation to join him. He knows you know all the songs he sings, he’s seen you watch him play. He’ll invite you to sing with him, and slightly dance to amuse the crowd, and everyone loves it! You’d even see Diluc tapping his foot to the beat if he wasn’t behind the bar.

Very often venti will sneak into your home. I don’t care what you say you leave a window open, and he’ll use it to his every advantage. Leave your door unlocked? Well that’s very irresponsible of you, but who’s he to complain? He’s the one who’s basically breaking into your home. “But it’s not a break in if they left their door open is it? Ehe”

Venti confessing is beautiful, and heartfelt. He’ll confess under the tree in windrise, you typically go there with him, and he’ll sing a few songs, and rest his head in your lap. It’s a nice thing you like to do together. He’ll finish a sing and have the urge to confess. So he’ll do it! He’ll do it then and there! He’ll tall you that he loves you, and you probably think it’s a joke at first but with the way that he’s talking, you know that he’s serious about his feelings for you.

[stargazer-balladeer]

Written Letters [Venti]

[Venti x Gender Neutral! Reader]

Inspired by: Yours Truly — Paradise Fears

Notes: I hope you’ll like it. Originally, it was for Diluc but I think it’ll be more sadder if its Venti :) sorry.

Warnings: Angst..

Word Count: 1,604

Whenever Venti asks Aether paper and quill, both Aether and Paimon stares at him with shared confuse look before giving the Wind Archon what he asks for. He always seem to be writing, but what? At first, it didn’t bother Aether. But as they spend time together more and more, Aether starts to notice a trend. For atleast once a month, Venti would ask for a paper and quill and just writes. Of course, it wasn’t Aether’s business so he didn’t dwell on it.

However Paimon, being Paimon, noticed it immediately and asked the wind Archon. “Hey Tone-Deaf Bard!” Paimon began. Aether turned to her and send her a warning look, to which Paimon ignored. Venti, however, didn’t look up at what he’s writing about and just gave the Emergency Food a hum. Paimon huffs but decided to ignore it, her curiosity wanting to be fed. “Why do you keep writing? Is there someone you keep messaging to?” Paimon asked.

Aether noticed how Venti stopped writing momentarily before resuming. He also noticed how Venti’s lids lower as a sad smile replaced the usual happy-go-lucky grin. Aether grimaced as he realized that Paimon might’ve struck a sensitive chord on the God. So he quickly grab Paimon by her back and pulled her towards to him. Paimon yelped in response. “Sorry, Venti. You know how Paimon is—“ “What do you mean by that?!”

After that, Aether never questioned why Venti writes letter after letter for the rest of the year.

The second time it happened, Aether didn’t expect it to happen honestly. But it happened. Someone was curious. And that someone is Kaeya. They were at Mondstadt that day, in the Tavern to be precise. With his favorite wine on the side, and him solely focused on the letter he’s writing. Everyone in the tavern was surprised seeing him not drinking his wine and ordering another, even Diluc was surprised. Though Diluc doesn’t really like being in someone else’s business so he didn’t pay attention to it. But the one who minded other’s business is none other than his brother, Kaeya.

“What are you writing, Venti? A love letter, perhaps?” Kaeya asked, with a hint of teasing in it. Venti smiled, lovingly if I may add. Which surprised Aether, Paimon, Diluc & Kaeya. “You can say that.” Venti said mysteriously as he continues writing. “Oohh! So Tone-Deaf Bard does have a lover!” Paimon gushed as she flies in front of Venti. “So! Who is it? Can we see her? Where does she live—?” “It’s a them.” Venti cuts Paimon off.

“Them?” “They don’t want to be referred as she or he. So I use them and they instead.” Venti explained as his eyes light up and made a dramatic movement of his hand, showing he finished his letter. “Done!” “Can Paimon see?” Paimon asked as she tries to read it but Venti covers it before she could read it. Which resulted in her pouting. “Hey! I was reading!” “You weren’t supposed to be reading it. It’s a secret.” Venti said with a cheeky smile on his face.

Paimon huffed while crossing her arms in front of her chest. “Stingy, stupid God.” Paimon mumbled angrily as she flies towards Aether. “Are you going to send it?” Kaeya asked, still trying to pry answers from the Wind Archon. Venti smiles sadly as he nods. “Yeah.. hopefully they’ll receive it.” And by using his wind powers, he lets the folded letter fly with the wind. They watch as the wind flies out of the door of the tavern. “Do you think they’ll receive it?” Paimon asked as Venti nodded his head. “Of course! My wind will surely guide the way..”

The third time, Venti and Aether were closer than ever. Many considered them to be siblings by how close they’ve gotten. Even as months go by, Venti keeps writing and writing. Aether knew that his curiosity will reach its limits, and by the Gods, was he right. They were in Liyue, trying to help find Qiqi her Cocogoat. They decided to search for it tomorrow.

Aether notice Venti was writing yet another letter, but this time, his quill wasn’t moving. His brows were furrowed together. Aether watches as Venti’s eyes sparkle when he found something to say only to diminish once he didn’t like it. When he heard Venti sigh, Aether decided to step in. Paimon was asleep by the bed, so Aether knew that this is going to go smoothly without the Emergency Food interfering and interrupting.

“You okay, Venti?” Aether asked as he took a sit next to Venti. Venti jumped a bit before turning his head to Aether and smiled at him. “Hello Aether! Fancy seeing you still up this late of a night.” Aether smiles but quickly frowns as he shoots Venti a concerned look. “You haven’t answered my question, Venti. Is something troubling you?” Venti sighed as he slumped in his seat. “I.. am having a difficult time trying to come up with words.. who knew that a bard will have a hard time trying to find his word?” Venti chuckled weakly at the end.

Aether frowns as he hesitate to ask. “Can I... Can I see it?” Venti stares at him for a couple of minutes before slowly nodding, clearly hesitating. Aether reached for the paper Venti was writing on. He read the first thing he saw — “Dear [Y/N]..? Wait.. isn’t that—?” “They were amazing, weren’t they?” Venti sighed, lovingly, and stared at the window before him longingly. He has a lovestruck smile on his face. Aether stares at him before continuing to read. “It’s been so long since I last saw your face. Too long that I may have forgotten about it. I guess you can tell that I’m just joking that part, right? Though it would be nice to see you laugh and smile again. How’s life in Celestia? I hope Vennessa is keeping you safe from harm. Though I doubt that any creatures would harm you there.” Aether stops reading as he looks up to look at Venti.

“[Y/N].. are they..?” Venti nods his head sadly while staring longingly outside. In the distance though, you can faintly see Celestia. The place where people with gifts of the God, Vision, go to. “They might not be here anymore, but that doesn’t mean they’re really gone.” Venti explained as he swings his feet up and down. Aether remained silent as he looks back at the letter Venti wrote. “I still clearly remember your words. Why am I still holding on, you ask? Because their the only ones I have left of you. A constant reminder for me that you lived. But I know that you know that this letter isn’t about that.” Aether stops since the letter ends there abruptly.

Aether might not look like much but he knew what does wording mean, where that sentence is going to. He slowly looks up to see a pain-filled Venti, a Venti he only saw now. “You’re saying goodbye?” Aether whispered in pure disbelief. Venti chuckled weakly as he nodded. “I.. couldn’t wait any longer. I waited for them and yet they haven’t return. I want closure to what our partnership.” Venti weakly explained, as if in pain while explaining it to the outsider.

“.. are you sure this is what you wanted, Venti?” Venti’s eyes leak out a tear then another then tears started sprouting out of the Wind Archon’s eyes. “I-.. I’ll remember them, of course! I couldn’t forget them, even if I tried! But all I wanted.. is closure.” Venti sobbed as his hands flew up to cover his eyes. Aether hugs Venti in a brotherly embrace. Aether knew what it felt like, losing someone you cared about and wanting closure. He knew better than anyone what Venti was feeling. Afterall, he felt like that with her, a love he couldn’t have, forbidden.

Aether’s eyes watered at that thought as his embrace tighten a bit. “If you think that’s correct, then so be it. I’m sure [Y/N] would think so too.” Aether said as he release Venti from the hug. He stared straight at Barbatos’ reincarnation’s eyes as he smiled gently. “We’ll be here for you — me, Paimon, Diluc, Kaeya, Amber, Jean, Lisa, Dvalin— everyone. So don’t be afraid to open up to us.” Venti stares at him before nodding and smiling softly. “Yeah.. I guess I needed that.”

“Now. Let’s get to work on your letter.”

[Y/N] watched from afar as Venti laughs happily with his newfound friends, with a loving smile tugging on their lips. The letter they recently received in-between their finger as they turns it around. Their gaze switched to the letter as they bring it in front of them. “Thank you for everything, Venti. Always keep smiling for me, okay?” They whispered as they rip the letter apart, watching it as the pieces fly with the wind. They watch until they couldn’t see it anymore. Their gaze fell upon the Wind Archon tackling Diluc into a hug.

At the same time, an eagle flew by. Squeaking loudly as it flies above [Y/N]’s head. They giggle as they nodded. “Yes yes, I know, Vennessa. I’m coming.” They turn to Venti one last time before disappearing completely “May we meet again, my dear Venti.”

Venti’s head snapped at one of the rooftops, he noticed only particles of light flying by it. He blinks before smiling. “Whatcha looking at, Tone-Deaf Bard?” Paimon asked as she tried following the Bard’s gaze. Venti laughs happily as he turns around. “Nah. Just thought I saw something.”

[x] Main Page || [x] Mondstadt Page

[loyally-unfaithful]

—; it’s beginning to look a lot like christmas.

word count: 3.6k

pairing: razor/gn!reader; razor/traveler

genre: fluff

summary: « i remember… purple mentor say ‘mistletoe’ a big part of weihnachten. »

you looked at the plant in slight bewilderment, not quite sure what to make of this offering. it was cute.

« oh. »

razor stares expectantly at you as you watch him make no further attempt to move. you can’t help the laugh that escapes you, the banality of everything setting into your mind. or maybe you’re getting sleepy. you wonder: « do you know why, razor? »

a/n: secret santa secret santa secret santa anyway, this is my side of the secret santa gift for @absolutely-rational​—i chose to write a thing for razor, but i barely play the game and i haven’t met him or own him* or anything so i apologise if it’s a little ooc ,,,, merry christmas and happy holidays ^^

p.s. as the man who’s good at saying very little in way too many words, the length of this fic just exploded and it’s alot longer than what i wanted it to be dskljfsldkja

heads-up

i write dialogues in what i will call the french/european system? anyway, i see that it's not the dialogue formatting that most english readers are accustomed to so i modified it slightly to be easier to understand basically dialogues will be within guillemets (« »), and words that are within the quotation marks but are italicised are actions and/or dialogue verbs.

hope that clears things out a bit and i hope you give me and my fic a chance :)

« weih… nachten…? »

he tilts his head slightly, not unlike a dog. what’s that? razor repeats your words slowly, tentatively, enunciating the foreign word with care. he wonders if the words sound strained coming from him. words are hard.

« that’s right! it’s a large festival in teyvat, and even more so in the city! you elaborated, sensing his confusion. here in mondstadt it’s called weihnachten and it’s supposed to be about, you know, spending time with friends and family, passing around gifts and presents to those you care about. »

you soon felt at ease as you continued: this world had its differences, but it had its similarities. it had its own equivalent of christmas. something that you know about. sure, maybe the origin is different, maybe it had different customs and traditions, but it was a comforting familiarity in the midst of everything that’s so staggeringly foreign. then again, you suppose that’s what drew you closer to the silver-haired boy: neither of you truly fit in, nor fully understood the strange world you happen to be in.

though at the very least, razor had his lupical. as bittersweet as it was, it warmed your heart to know that at least he had family to be around with during christmas, and well, around… in general.

« weihnachten. he says, this time with more conviction. how to celebrate? – well for starters, (where do you even begin?) we’d decorate our homes with all sorts of festive trinkets and we’d fill the streets with all sorts of sparkly things. garlands, lights, flowers, ribbons; decorations that’ll spruce up the place and make the city light up. it always made people cheer up and get in the holiday mood, especially at night when the fairy lights twinkle about! »

razor’s mouth moved in a silent gasp. then does that mean that those bright stars he liked so much were not stars, but rather lights? is that why they seemed to be brighter near the end of the year? the people from the city decorated, he considered. is that why the stars’ reflection, bouncing around in the lake, were an array of dazzling colours, from glittering red and shimmering green to captivating shade’s who’s name he doesn’t know?

« is why… sometimes stars explode? he wondered. – yup! though we don’t usually light up fireworks until new year’s. you wondered for a moment. do you like fireworks, razor? the silver-haired boy frowned, lost in thought, before shaking his head. – loud. scary. me and my lupical, we go hide. we don’t like… firework. »

you hummed in understanding. dogs have never been fond of fireworks and firecrackers either.

« fire is bad. why light firework? isn’t it big hassle? »

it reminded razor of the red, burny girl. fun person, friend! but the toys she uses are loud and dangerous, they create explosions and fire, just like fireworks.

« hmm, i guess… you pursed your lips in thought. good question. i guess that at this point we all just do it out of tradition. new year’s brings a lot of excitement, and people let it out by lighting them up. it’s also really pretty. »

the more he thought about it, and the more he learned about it, the less he understood the celebration. why? it’s loud and distracting. bright colours hurt eyes, doesn’t it? it’s time spent with your family, but razor is with his lupical everyday. do humans… not spend time with their lupical regularly? why is this specific day so special from the rest of the year? he doesn’t get all the funny dates and celebrations humans have to keep track of. seems like a big hassle. sounds complicated.

« no such thing as weihnachten in wolvendom, huh? »

he shook his head.

you tucked your finger under your chin, pondering, in slight puzzlement. back in your world, you would’ve been able to take pictures—maybe that would’ve helped him visualise it better—but you couldn’t here in teyvat. a sigh. anyway, it’s not like you had your camera on your person anymore, so you do your best to describe your happiest sensations, experiences, memories of christmas: the smell of hot cocoa on a cool winter morning, the crackle of firewood from the hearth, and the feeling of soft wool on your skin, hugging you from the biting cold. the merry and jovial carols sung by the star singers, the gleeful chattering between friends out on the street, and the boisterous cheering and partying coming from the many bars and restaurants in mondstadt. the comforting arias and prayers echoing from within the cathedral, the mouth-watering aroma and fragrance of treats from the christmas market, and the grand christmas tree placed at the heart of the city decorated with even more opulent and lavish garlands and baubles, the vivid glimmering lights reflected from your eyes.

describe the different little things that made christmas different and more special from the rest of the year.

somehow this time that you took to pay the wolf boy a visit was consumed by you rambling about the merry holiday, drivel that he listened to attentively and with a pure and honest kind of curiosity (even if he doesn’t always understand you) that you found endearing and made your heart flutter, until the sun dipped below the horizon and the stars adorning the city shined out, rivalling those peppering the night sky. until the howls from his family called him away from you, and until you motivated yourself to begin your trek back to mondstadt after sitting in the woods alone.

being with him was always a welcome distraction, you thought.

december 25th.

paimon was dozing off after stuffing her face full of the dishes from the christmas banquet (good for her!), the cup of tea you had between your hands had gotten cold, and your breath was fogging the frosted window in front of your desk. you mindlessly traced a smiley face on condensation. you can see the ever changing colourful lights blinking through the glass pane. you take another gulp of the unpleasant liquid, unsatisfying as you feel it slowly go down your throat. the calming and comforting scent it brought (it was chamomile) having long dissipated.

sighing, you pulled your fingers off the cold china, deciding it wasn’t worth finishing, and quietly slipped out of your room (which was graciously granted to you by the knights of favonius), taking care to slot the chair back under the desk and gently close the door behind you. you wondered if taking a walk would help you feel better. you tightened your shawl around you and buried your freezing hands into your pockets. head down, you quickened your pace to… wherever your legs were taking you.

another sigh.

you smiled almost bitterly to how much of a grinch you were being. you liked christmas, or rather, you liked what it stood for, and you liked the idea of spending the winter months with your closed ones.

a few hours ago, the knights of favonius had organised a small christmas party at angel’s share, and though they had thoroughly reassured you that you belonged and were included in this celebration, you couldn’t help but keep to yourself and stick to a corner of the bar. you couldn’t bring yourself to join in on the fun, or talk to others. you didn’t feel like it was your place to force yourself into their conversation, into their lives. you were grateful that they thought about you, and you didn’t want to question their kindness, but… you nursed your glass of virgin cocktail, peeling your eyes away from your wonky reflection on the liquid.

you weren’t exactly at home: you looked at jean and barbara, happily exchanging jokes and teases. a relaxed sort of conversation, banter which flowed, almost as if it were rehearsed, in a way that was only possible between sisters. that night, the deaconess wasn’t smiling as if she was holding back tears. the carefree girl was speaking with jean (rather than the acting grand master) who allowed herself some respite from the demanding position.

you look at the uncharacteristic smile on the bartender’s (who happened to be none other than diluc that evening) face, and you doubted that kaeya, sharp-eyed as ever, missed it either. it was subtle. but it was there. you don’t miss the way the cavalry captain held back on his sarcastic remarks or the way diluc wasn’t being “deliberately uncivil” (as kaeya would put it) either; the way the red-head indulges kaeya’s seemingly insatiable thirst for alcohol while the latter makes an effort to maintain a friendly, if curt, chatter.

a particularly loud giggle drew your gaze back at the two sisters: lisa seemed to have joined them. you sipped your beverage, half-hearted. the three seemed to have started a rather animate discussion. you hear them laugh again. it makes you frown, but you shake your head, pushing those angry thoughts out of your mind. just because you’re miserable (even though you shouldn’t be—your friends are with you) doesn’t mean they have to feel down with you.

setting your glass down on the table, you wondered if you would've felt better if you were with someone closer to your age, but amber had gone home early: she dropped by and hung out for a bit before going home to spend time with her family. your glass is empty now. you feel… envious. you wished you could spend this christmas season with your family. it’s not fair. it’s not fair.

your favonian family, and yet you were out of place.

you excused yourself early from the gathering, the other members politely bidding you farewell and a merry christmas (« frohe weichnachten! »), and quickly went up the path leading to the order’s headquarters, wanting to hide away in your room as soon as possible.

now, you stop before the lavish tree: it’s as grand and brilliant as it’s always been. but now it seems much too bright. the colours an eyesore. singing sounds more like knives being dug into your eardrums.

your head hurts.

a humourless chuckle escaped you. you used to take turns with your sibling on who got to slot in the christmas topper.

this year was their turn.

back then, your sibling made a point to hang gingerbread treats on the tree, and you made a point to eat them behind their back come christmas morning.

normally, you’d be sharing gifts with your sibling during this time of the year.

your entire life they’ve always been there by your side, and you by theirs. for better or for worse, you kept each other company. you’ve always spent christmas with them.

this was your first christmas without.

the rest of your thoughts are jumbled, incoherent. something your long term memory didn’t deem worthy of keeping, so they simply fizzled away. everything was a blur as your feet carried you outside the city, away from… it doesn't matter. just away. carried you away. happiest time of the year. but you’re here alone, with no one you know and to call home in a world you don’t recognise. far away from the land you once knew.

panting, you stopped in your tracks when you realised you’ve started sprinting. what were you doing, you chastised yourself. can’t you act a little more mature? finally lifting your gaze, you took in your surroundings; instinctively your feet must’ve taken you to wolvendom. you kicked a stray pebble under your boot. not like that afterthought was going to help much. it’s not like anyone was waiting for you here either, razor was probably with his lupical. hunting or snoozing away.

with little care, you let out an exasperated sigh as you let yourself plop ungracefully to the ground, listless.

you sit there in silence, nothing to accompany you except for the cacophonous ringing of crickets in the forest. you drew your knees closer to you. what were you doing here? it’s cold. you hear thistle crack, and so you defensively draw your sword as you rose to your feet, only to be met with a familiar mop of fluffy silver hair.

« it’s night. dangerous here. »

was his curt greeting. you lowered your sword, shoulders relaxing.

you opened your mouth, ready to apologise, make up some sort of excuse, let him know you’re leaving, when something else caught your eye: « you kept the scarf? »

he blinked. once, twice: « you gave it to me. he said, very matter-of-factly. you are my lupical. it is… treasure… razor paused, correcting himself. treasured, possession. »

having realised that the intruder was not dangerous, the wolf boy came closer and gently pressed his forehead against yours and nuzzled your face. a small laugh escaped you as you returned the affectionate gesture, something you’ve learned was his customary greeting. it was cold out, but his touch was enough to bring feeling back to your cold self and make you warm and fuzzy inside.

still resting your head on his, you asked, timidly: « is it ok if i stay here for a bit? » it came out as a whisper, unsure if you’re any better staying here rather than back in the city. but as he nodded in agreement, your shoulders loosened as you let go of tension you weren’t aware you were building up again. you slumped into him, burying your face into him and held him in a loose hug. razor, as for him, let himself be snuggled to your heart’s content, happy to receive such fondness.

« today is special day, isn’t it? » his blood-red eyes peered inquisitively back at you, arms wrapping around you as he tries to remain as close to you as physically possible.

« mhm. » you mumbled non-commitally into his shoulder, opting to pull yourself closer to him and nuzzle into the crook of his neck.

« not go celebrate in city? » razor asked, perplexed. he thought that you said this was a big celebration to be had around other people? despite his bemusement, he rested his chin on the top of your head. it makes him all warm and soft inside, the thought of you choosing to spend this special day with him of all people. it makes him happy. he hopes you’re happy too. the wold boy gives you a once-over and his brows creased in slight worry: you’re really quiet today. why?

« uh-uh. » you grunted, shaking your head against his shoulder, your hair brushing against his clothes. the chunky scarf you gave him, the one you were convinced he was going to throw out due to its garish colours, tickled your exposed skin. he kept it. you smiled, touched. he kept it. it still smelled faintly of fabric softener, but marked by the smell of pine trees and something sweet, something you associated with brewing thunderstorms. you’ve always found rain and thunder to be comforting.

being with razor comforts you.

he wasn’t much of a talker. you both knew this. silence is ok though. he’s happy to be with you. but razor wonders why you’re so quiet today. concern flashes through his mind and he turns your gaze upwards, making you face him. you can’t possibly imagine what pathetic expression you were pulling and you quickly try to cover your despondence—but it was a fruitless venture.

« you smell sad. he watched you, a worried look on his face. »

you scrambled for some explanation, reassuring him that it’s nothing. that you’re not being a downer. that you’re happy. but he’s decided: « wait here. »

knowing that there was no restraining him once he’s made up his mind, especially when it’s something to do with the ones he considered close to him, you reluctantly let razor peel you off of him. as you watch him scurry away, you find yourself dearly missing his warmth, the comfort and safety of his arms. was staying here a good idea? you wrapped your arms around yourself. maybe you should leave. you’re ruining the mood. you’re disturbing wolvendom’s peace. before you could finish that line of thought, the wolf boy returned, this time carrying a handful of… something with him.

they threatened to tumble out of his grasp, but ultimately stayed put as he returned to his original position and held them out into your general direction, showcasing whatever he had procured. in his hands were multiple plants which bore small scarlet berries and oval, evergreen leaves. a plant you immediately recognised.

« i remember… purple mentor say ‘mistletoe’ a big part of weihnachten. »

you looked at the plant in slight bewilderment, not quite sure what to make of this offering. it was cute.

« oh. »

razor stares expectantly at you as you watch him make no further attempt to move. you can’t help the laugh that escapes you, the banality of everything setting into your mind. or maybe you’re getting sleepy. you wonder: « do you know why, razor? »

he blinked, clueless, before looking at the mistletoes in his hand with confusion, coming to the realisation that no, he didn’t actually know why it’s so important. it’s not edible. maybe because it’s pretty? the city has many red lights and white lights. some mistletoes are red and others are white?

he continues to stare at the berry, as if it would cave in and reveal its secrets to him if he sustained his efforts. taking his prolonged silence as his answer (though you had expected for him to not actually know—knowing lisa, she would’ve just offhandedly mentioned them. and when razor would’ve asked her about what they meant, she’d just smile without answering him), you filled him in, your voice filled with mirth: « people usually kiss underneath mistletoes. »

he turned his gaze back to you before voicing the conclusion he had come to: « this mean, i have to kiss you? »

you chuckled. « only if you want to. »

he looks at the plant, giving it a long hard look, then back at you.

it wasn’t much, it wasn’t spectacular. hell, it was more of a ghost of a kiss than anything. but you still smiled as his lips brushed on yours. a peck, which lasted too long yet not long enough. awkward, but endearing. your textbook first kiss, including the warm fluttery feeling of butterflies that so often preached about, if only a little more clumsy.

it’s cute.

he’s so genuine, earnest, in his endeavours. it makes your heart soar. he’s sweet. you don’t deserve this kindness but he gives them away without a second thought.

you don’t deserve to be happy during christmas, especially not when your sibling was still out there, alone and potentially afraid. maybe, no, it definitely is selfish for you to enjoy this day. pretend like everything is alright just for this one moment. that you’re not some traveler stuck in a strange and unknown world, that you’re not desperately trying to find your sibling and a way out. act carefree, and get to be you. but goddammit does he make you so so happy that your heart clenches and that you can’t help but smile from ear to ear. you deserve to be miserable today; you feel like shit, really. but you’re also really happy, and glad, and relieved, and maybe a little tired.

it’s all too much, and you feel so much at once that you just don’t know how to handle this anymore. overwhelmed. you smiled and laughed giddily as the waterworks started (despite your best efforts), and you’re a mess, and definitely a bit sleepy, but you’re stupidly happy today. stupidly happy because of him.

this alarmed the boy, watching you laugh between hiccups, sobbing despite wearing a large smile. for humans, tears are sad. smiles are happy. were you ok? he’s confused. did he do something wrong?

« why crying? » he fretted, slightly panicked. he jumped to fuss over you, wipe away your tears, gently cradling your face with a gentleness that you would’ve never thought he was capable of when you first met.

you laughed as you wiped your face. « these are happy tears. » you try to explain.

he’s your home. your lupical. someone you’re at rest with, and safe with. you love him.

your words get caught in your throat, unable to express everything you want to tell him. so instead, you engulf him in a hug. something he was caught off guard from, stiffening, but quickly relaxed and embraced you back. still a little unsure, he comforts and reassures you the only way he knows how: patting your head. when he’s down head pats makes him feel better. he hopes you’ll feel better.

« thank you. �� you said softly, shakily, sniffling. thank you for being here. thank you for being you.

you’re not as alone as you thought, you never really were. together, in your own small corner of the world. your home: razor.

as you cuddled together, passing the time by naming and pointing at the celestial canvas above you, you realised: maybe this year, as unfortunate as it had been, didn’t have to end on a bad note. at some point, razor had shared his ridiculously large scarf with you, wrapping it around the both of you. and slowly, your words slowed, your breaths evened out. you pressed more of your weight against him as you felt your eyes droop. you’re safe. you’re with razor. you’ll fall asleep, and when you wake up he’ll be there. as drowsiness takes you over, you think to yourself ‘yeah, i’m happy.’

you’re happy here. in this one time, one place, with razor, you’re happy.

and you hope that wherever they are, your sibling is happy too. and that they’ll forgive you for being selfish, for being happy despite everything.

you hoped that your mirror image had someone to spend christmas with.

somewhere—someone they felt at rest with.

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Team Headcanons

I had this idea recently to try to write something not for separate characters but for the whole adventuring gang of 4. Like group dynamics, activities and all. Could be fun, we'll see >.<

(I’m open for your hc writing prompts in my askbox!)

Traveler, Razor, Amber, Kaeya

Amber was the first one to join the Traveler on their misadventures.

During your time in Mondstadt you became almost like best-friends.

Enthusiastic girl-scout knew all ins and outs of Mond which made her the perfect guide and advisor. 

You spend countless nights camping in the wild, staying beside a fire planning your quests for the next day or just stargazing and telling eachother stories.

Amber is very supportive and always tries to cheer you up wether you feel anxious or overwhelmed or just start to miss your lost sibling too much.

She tries to introduce you to all of Mondstadt’s traditional entertainments and overall fun-activities. 

You’ve probably tried all kinds of tasty goods when she took you on one of her “gastronomic tours”.

Sometimes you worry she misses out on her duties as Ordo Favonius Scout adventuring with you all the time, but she assures you she can manage and helping you is her main task anyway!

When Razor comes into the picture he surely needs some time to get used to Amber’s fiery personality. At first he mostly clinges up to you letting you manage all of “communication”.

Needless to say being around a lot of people is difficult for Razor, it doesn’t feel right at all actually.

Sometimes he insists on staying in the wild while you have to take care of some business in Mondstadt. You surely let him take his time with socialising.

He will sometimes get this feeling something bad might happen. On these days he is actually eager to overcome his fears and visit the town with you.

Both you and Amber try your best to not let anyone make Razor more uncomfortable than he already is. Wolf-boy still gets the weird looks now and then.

It doesn’t really help he growled at people a few times when they tried to come too close to you or made some loud noises. You stay supportive tho and never forget to cheer him up after you are done and ready to leave.

Sometimes you buy him something tasty or give him soft head pats and he visibly lightens up. You are the only person he is comfortable to share his feelings with.

In the wild Razor doesn’t feel repressed or shy at all. He can openly show his more wolf-like habits and often shares his knowledge on survival with you.

He stays alert at all times and can sense any danger coming from miles away. He is ready to throw himself into battle in case something will endanger you or your group.

Razor can be a little overprotective and impulsive at times, acting before he thinks, especially when it comes to your safety. Sometimes you and Amber end up being the ones getting HIM out of trouble.

Kaeya doesn’t always accompany you during your adventures. He is a Cavalry Captain and has a lot of work of his own.

He will join you on your missions from time to time, especially the more dangerous ones. Somehow he always knows when you need his help, you don’t even have to ask!

He can get information on anyone in Mondstadt and can be very helpful in your investigations. Sometimes you can’t help but wonder how much does he really know? 

If he doesn’t have much time to go on missions with you during the week he surely will invite you for a glass of grape juice during the weekend.

You are always excited to tell him all about your adventures and he always carefully listens.

Although he never truly shows it, sometimes you get the feeling he already knows everything you tell him. Almost like he found some source of information about your latest missions.

If confronted about this he will just give you one of his trademark sly smiles and say something evasive and cryptic. You kind of love hating him for it.

In reality Kaeya doesn’t really spy on you (for the most part). He just likes to make sure you are safe during your adventures.

Or sometimes he just enjoys teasing you with his little know-it-all cant-surprise-me act.

He actually trusts your abilities to stand up for yourself but still wishes he could accompany you on every new mission.

Amber traveling with you calms his worries a little, he knows she is a talented and fearless scout who can insure your well-being in case something bad happens.

He was not so sure about Razor tho. His lack of info on him surely made Kaeya rather suspicious. It was mutual. 

When they fought their first battle agains the hoard of hillichurs together Kaeya and Razor started to bond. It was a surprise for both of them that they could work pretty well together as a team.

And you could not be more happy to see them start to finally get along. Who knows maybe soon you won’t need to explain Kaeya’s stupid jokes and teases to Razor all the time?

You still have a lot of work to do to help people in Mondstadt but it will soon come the day you need to continue on your quest to find your sibling. For the time being you are really thankful to have your little team of friends here with you (and Paimon of course).

[albrich]

"Hold still." It's small and mumbly and absent, as their voice always is, but still leaves little room for refusal. Bright eyes are trained on the wound on his arm that they carefully bandage, lips parted, just barely — as though speaking beneath their breath at a volume he can't hear. "Be more careful."

        She demands ——— and who is he to deny her?

        ❝   Asking for a miracle, I see,   ❞   stillness and I do not get along, never have, it’s like an ECHO CHAMBER you’re subjecting me to ; his mouth curves and he speaks without prompting, per the usual, yet he acquiesces to her all the same. He could maintain a running commentary of how he isn’t so badly wounded to require any special treatment, but it is his sword arm and they do have to keep moving one way or another ( never stopping / never pausing / never breathing / the ice does not forgive ). He could even continue joking, extracting reactions from her, meandering down a path of one sided conversation for the solitary purpose of burying the flash of irrational he feels ——— not for them, mind you, simply at himself. Himself : and the enemy / pushing their luck.

        Kaeya does not cope especially well with pain, when it comes to the recesses of his own mind / though he puts on a smile well enough in spite of it all. They could have discovered it, he supposes, with those intent eyes / or they could simply be WORRIED about little old him.

        Most likely the latter.

        He watches them / still smiling, appearing bemused by this act. Hyper—aware ( always, always, teeth set on a knife’s edge and screaming screaming screaming, ) of the bandage slipping over his skin, her fingers brushing against him. Kaeya tolerates it, breathing steadily, watching as red red blood is hidden beneath white—bleeding—red, cataloguing each of their motions. The slant of their brows. Lumine is fascinating ——— he wants to figure her out, still / wants to dismantle her / wants to peer into the blazing core of them ( why does he imagine that he would be set alight within mere moments / incinerated / turned to ashes? why is that a question, truly? as if he does not know the answer, buried within the ice ——— )

        Lumine is fascianting. Lumine is speaking, though perhaps it’s more proper to say that she is whispering, a bare slip of a voice carried away on the wind, one that he leans closer to hear and can’t quite, though he can imagine what she is saying to him. Presumptuous, he supposes ——— but what was all of this if not an act of care, if not a gentle chastising? He finds himself intrigued by it, near—obsessed for a fleeting moment before it evaporates : ice plunged into the heart of a star. He leans down, head tilting, gaze searching for her.

        Eyes bright / eyes burning. Their eyes meet his and she’s alight. His smile widens.   ❝   And deprive myself of your attentions?   ❞   teasing, teasing. His hair falls in a half—curtain, tousled from its tie in the midst of the battle, he supposes. That, too, brings about a shadow of irritation : he chuckles, gently.   ❝   It’s quite the morale boost, I’ll have you know,   ❞   she ties it off / perhaps too tight, and he wants to laugh again. Doesn’t, quite.

        How long will this last? How long will this last? ( will what? will ——— this. )

        ❝   But, I suppose that if you insist, I can’t disobey a direct order. You are the boss, after all.   ❞   No promises. No promises. She’s burning a ( ... ) light. Alight.

@ahlite ♥