#venti x g/n reader

[yzashaven]

2023 KINKTOBER︰10﹒16

꒰ —♡ R I D I N G ! ꒱

୨♡୧︰featuring﹒genshin men x fem!reader

୨♡୧︰warnings﹒riding, reader on top but not necessarily dom, praising, sensory deprivation/restraining (handcuffs, shibari, blindfold, collar n leash!), bit of clit stim, think that's all!!

୨♡୧︰note﹒writing these (headcanons) seem to be easier and quicker so i think i'll do this for now except for the last part of the event :3 hope these are even the least bit accurate!! + i hope i got the last ones right— not proofread + HOLY SHIT SO MUCH TAGS

꒰ event﹒taglist ꒱ @yukiitaooo @scara6 @kana-de @ciarchivez @returningluv @im-the-ruler-here @scarafixation @kateybuggi @asimpforpeople @ju1yyyzzz @saturnsapothecary @supercoolusernameomg @uchihaeirin @anon-eu @gojoswife201 @abeitriz @mechanical-lily @breadybuu @dawning-bliss @poisonedmoonl1ght @nothingfuninthislife @eunchaeluvr @cuntz0ne @zomzomb1e @bitchylillyrose @zxdksimpo @kikosaidbye @bleubirdinthesky @rottmntrulesall @angelofdarkness2 @kvronushi @adeptuscharm @wolfiafan10

EVENT MASTERLIST !

꒰ soft, gentle, sweet ꒱ with eyes trailing down your body from your breasts, to your hips, and down to where you were connected at; his gaze was full of admiration as he observed the way you bounced on his cock in the perfect rhythm that was sure to leave you both satisfied. he'd lean in to place soft and loving kisses on your neck, throwing praises at you at the same time. "my pretty little angel~ just like that, do what feels good for you, yeah?" his hand would graze down to your clit to gently rub it in a way that was pleasurable for you, helping you ride out your climax and stroking your hair to calm you down from the intensity that made your whole body shake as you moaned out his name—he chuckles softly, "so adorable."

diluc, albedo, aether, zhongli, baizhu, kazuha, thoma, ayato, tighnari, lyney, neuvillette, childe, pantalone

꒰ whimpering and begging ꒱ he absolutely loves it when you ride him <3 his grip on your hips going weak from the amount of pleasure you were giving to the both of you, it had him trembling and attempting to muffle the sound of his voice by burying his face into your shoulder. seems like he's the one begging this time, begging you for more. "p-please—let me cum in you... please?" how could you ever resist him? with a lewd cry, he'd fill you up to the brim with his seed, still extremely sensitive as you kept your movements going. he'd also beg you to keep riding him, to cum around his cock, of course he cares about your pleasure as well. "c'mon baby, please—cum on my cock, please... need to feel you clenching around me."

diluc, aether, venti, xiao, kazuha, thoma, itto, gorou, lyney, dainsleif

꒰ sensory deprivation + items ꒱ hear me out when i say he prefers to have you restrained and helpless in some way; whether it be through handcuffs or shibari/bondage, a simple blindfold, maybe even a collar with a leash attached to it if that's what you're into. his hands held onto your hips and guided you in finding the perfect pace and force, along with the angle that quickly sent you over the edge as it hit all your sensitive spots and stretched you out so good. "all you have to do is look pretty for me, love." he'd coo at you in a manner that was teasing—as if mocking you from how fucked out you become from his cock, doesn't matter whether you were situated beneath or above him, the outcome was always the same. "g'nna cum again, are you? hah~ you're trembling, how cute."

handcuffs/ties your wrists︰kaeya, heizou, wanderer, cyno, kaveh, wriothesley, capitano

shibari/bondage︰corrupt!albedo, kuronushi, alhaitham, pierro

blindfold︰kaeya, ayato, heizou, alhaitham, dottore, dainsleif

collar and leash︰abyss!aether, childe, scaramouche, dottore

[ventismacchiato]

mr. oblivious

The entire staff at the new school you work at consistently attempt at getting you and another rather aloof teacher, Kuni, together after witnessing you interact quite often. The catch is that you both are married, and none of the staff have figured it out, yet.

scaramouche x g!n reader

established relationship, married, modern teacher au

2.7k words

a/n: sorry if it clogs up ur feed 😭 everytime i do the keep reading thing it crashes for me so, transferred from ao3 so if there’s any weird typos lmk

It took about three weeks at your new job for you to notice something was going on with your co-workers, and your students as well to top it off. It was as if they were all in on some inside joke you weren’t a part of, or perhaps the center of it. But that might just be your own insecurities about being the newest teacher at this school.

You had recently been laid off as a literature teacher after working at the same high school for a few years due to lack of budget to support the creative arts.

So, instead of educating high schoolers, you deemed it would be much better to teach a group of younger kids, much easier and stress free. After a couple of weeks you had gotten a job as the Art teacher at the very school your husband worked at thanks to his recommendation. Everyone there was very accepting of you and you felt right at home, for a while at least.

It was much different then being a literature professor for older kids, now you got to do finger painting for a living. And even though your English degree was collecting dust, (you shed a tear at this every night), you were actually enjoying your time teaching for once. Little children were much more bearable than high schoolers. There were no love triangles you had to deal with, kids giving handjobs under the desks, or getting paper planes thrown at you. The most drama that ever happened in your elementary classes was when Timmie wouldn’t share the red crayons with anyone.

Well, you were enjoying it. Past tense.

Ever since you ended up catching teachers and students halting their whispers when you walked by you’ve been rather uneasy.

You brought it up to Kuni during dinner one night and the other male merely shrugged, but that one was on you though. Kuni didn’t interact with any of his co-workers unless he absolutely had to. It was a surprise he was a favorite teacher among the students, unbeknownst to you it was because the children found the male handsome and his teaching style atrocious.

You were surprised to learn none of your co-workers had even held a coherent conversation with Kuni, despite him working there for much of his career. So when Venti, one of the school’s music teachers, let out a gasp at seeing Kuni sitting beside you in the staff room, he was taken aback. Kuni never went out of his way to make new friends, it seems he was content with the little to no socializing he did in college and called it a day.

“So, what’s your secret?” Venti sang, sidling up next to you as he poured himself a cup of coffee, “How’d you get the ever so stoic Kuni to talk to you for longer than a minute?”

“What are you on about?” you chuckled, taking a tentative sip of the hot beverage, you didn’t want to burn your tongue again, it had ruined your entire week last time, “I just talk?”

Venti and you quickly clicked upon your moving careers, there was something calming about the constant chitter chatter that left his mouth. Although, it was also a little annoying at times. Like right now.

“Last time I did that he just glared at me,” Venti dramatically sighed, “Maybe he has his eyes on you.”

“Ooh, are we talking about KuniYn?” Lisa grinned, the actual English teacher, walking into the staff room.

“What the hell is KuniYn?” you questioned, growing uncomfortable, why was everyone obsessing over you and Kuni? Was this their way of welcoming you?

“I’m going to exit this conversation now,” you mumbled, turning around when you bumped into the other half of said conversation.

And to your horror, a little splash of his coffee landed on the other male.

A collective gasp was heard from the staff room, preparing themselves for the ever so aloof male to lash out. Last time Bennett spilled his drink on Kuni the dark-haired male had the entire staff shaking in their seats.

“Careful,” Kuni mumbled, catching his arm on your shoulder to steady you before making his way past you to make himself a cup of coffee, not batting an eye as he grabbed a napkin and dabbed at it to lessen the soak.

“Fuck, sorry,” you immediately apologized, grabbing the napkin from Kuni and placing your mug down, “Do you want my jacket?”

“It’s fine,” Kuni assured, picking up your mug and handing it back to you before grabbing his own mug that was now full and leaving the room, but not before patting your waist fondly on his way out.

You made sure to pointedly ignore Venti and Lisa’s loud snickers as you hurriedly left the room.

______ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

Everyone’s intentions became clear when you overheard your own students conversing about you. The utter betrayal.

You were running a little late to your class that afternoon after a lively student had spilled glitter on you earlier that morning, you spent a good five minutes scrubbing it off your hands in the staff bathroom before making your way back to class. You had left your classroom door ajar in a hurry to leave, which made it easy for you to eavesdrop on your students when you heard Kuni’s name spoken for the nth time that day.

“I saw them eating lunch in Sir Kuni’s room the other day when I went to get my backpack!” Luo insisted, a lollipop hanging halfway out of her mouth as the group that had gathered around her table eagerly nodded along to her story, “I think they like-like each other!”

“Like-like?” Qiqi drawled out, tapping her chin, “That’s very serious.“

“We should make them be a couple!” Klee giggled, clapping her hands, “Teacher Y/n is very nice! Mister Kuni is too strict for them but it’s okay.”

So this was what your coworkers were giggling about, they thought that you and Kuni were pining for each other. Which wasn’t necessarily untrue, but had Kuni really not mentioned being married even once?

Truth be told, you never wore your ring to school, you didn’t want any paint or glitter to get stuck between the diamonds and have to pay to get it cleaned, but did Kuni really leave his ring at home too? Seems even Mathematics teachers were prone to disasters via children.

“Alright, back to your respected tables, please,” you greeted as you made your way back into class, ignoring the exuberant glances the children gave you. “Valentines is coming up this week, how about we make little cards for your friends?”

“Or boyfriends,” Klee giggled behind her hands as the class shrieked in laughter. You merely patted her on the head and sighed. Today was going to be quite the long day.

______ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

“—I say we send Y/n a Valentine in Kuni’s name, we all know he won’t do it himself!” Venti rebuked, pointing an accusatory finger at Hutao.

“Shouldn’t we give him the benefit of the doubt!” Hutao huffed in response, “They’re clearly into one another.”

“You got it all wrong, Y/n will make the first move and we should allow them to do so,” Xingqiu, the school’s librarian, drawled, tapping his finger on his chin. “I believe they will ask Kuni out on Valentine’s!”

“Are you guys chatting about me again?” you deadpanned, already backing out of the room, but your back ran into something, or rather someone.

“Clumsy as always,” Kuni murmured, placing a hand on your waist and gently pushing you out of the way, “What are you idiots looking at?” he questioned, glaring at Venti who was stifling a laugh.

“You never come in here, I should be interrogating you!” Xiangling defended, hands on her hips.

“Lunch,” Kuni dryly stated, reverting back to his one word answers, and handed a bag to you, “You said you were craving Chinese earlier.”

The familiar smell of fried rice wafted through the room as you peered inside the bag, “You remembered? Thank you.”

Kuni hummed, turning to leave the staff room and hermit himself in his classroom once again.

The moment he left all hell broke loose.

“SEE! I knew Kuni would make a move!”

“But it’s not Valentine’s yet! Y/n still has a chance!"

“We should just lock them up at this rate, this is getting frustrating.”

You clutched the bag tightly and walked out the room, ignoring the shouts questioning the nature of you and Kuni’s relationship that your coworkers shot behind you.

______ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

“Kuni?” you called out, knocking on the door as you opened it, which took away the action’s purpose but you were impatient.

Said male looked up from where he was typing and gave you a glance before averting his eyes back, humming to show he was listening.

“Have you eaten yet?” you asked, shutting the door behind you as you pulled up one of the students’ chairs to sit beside Kuni, leaning back into it as Kuni gestured to his half finished take out box.

“Everyone thinks you and I have a crush on each other,” you blurted, leaning your chin on your palm as you watched Kuni work, watching how his nimble fingers came to a stop at your words.

“A crush?” Kuni repeated, turning to face you, “What? That’s childish.”

“They don’t know we’re married!” you huffed, “Did you not tell them? Where’s your ring?”

“It never came up,” Kuni mused, “Last time I wore my ring I took it off to help a teacher out and when I came back the brats were tossing it, so I started leaving it at home.”

“Oh, it seems they’ve never seen us with our rings,” you frowned, causing Kuni to spin on his chair to face you, an amused smile on his face.

“They just can’t believe I managed to make you mine,” Kuni shrugged, chuckling at the immediate shove you sent to his shoulder.

“Stop trying to be corny,” you smiled, reaching out to tug on his dress shirt and yank him closer.

Without a second of hesitation, your guys’ lips interlocked as if it were second nature. The familiarity behind Kuni’s every touch was still as refreshing as it was years ago when you both first met.

The moment was interrupted with a gasp from afar, and both of you pulled apart to see who had walked in on them, exhaling a sigh of relief to see it wasn’t one of the students. But perhaps this was worse.

Kazuha was staring with a flushed face before he realized he had come over for a specific reason and walked up to Kuni’s desk, dropping a file onto it which led Kuni to groan and sadly flip through it.

“So how long have you two been together?” Kazuha drawled, leaning forward as Kuni shot him a glare. Despite being one of the few people Kuni actually sort of talked to, it seems even Kazuha hadn’t known of their relationship status.

“Since graduating college, married now,” you answered, earning a smile from Kazuha as he nodded, turning to make his leave.

“I’m so winning this bet–”

“What bet? KAZUHA GET BACK HERE! WHAT BET?!”

______ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

Valentine’s day had finally decided to make an appearance, and the school would not let it pass by without a proper send off. The hallways were adorned with pink ribbons and little drawings the kids made, along with the occasional love is love poster and rainbow flag. There were streamers hanging on every doorway, and you couldn’t count how many kids you had to help untangle themselves after getting stuck.

At least it looked pretty.

“I tried to get them to sing Bad Romance, can you believe they’ve never heard of it?”

“Venti, they are children,” Kazuha mused, shaking his head as he unwrapped one of the many chocolates they had lying around for Valentines.

“As their other music teacher you should add it into the curriculum,” Venti huffed, perking up as you entered the room, “There they are!”

“Me?” you repeated, about to take a seat next to them when Xingqiu pointed to the large basket of flowers sitting on the table, “Looks like someone has an admirer,” you added, peering into the basket.

“It arrived this morning, the card says it’s addressed to you? But there’s no sender,” Xingqiu mused.

“Coward,” Lisa reprimanded, “How will I get my daily dose of drama if I don’t know who it’s from?”

“I can infer,” you laughed, tugging on the card, “Probably my husband,” you thought aloud as you read the writing, a smile growing on your face. You were so absorbed in the note that you didn’t notice the staff room grow quiet.

“Hold up, you’re married?!” Venti shrieked, getting up from his seat, “No way.”

“Is that unbelievable?” you frowned, holding up your left hand, “Been married for six years now.”

“Oh my god, we’ve been trying to set you up this entire time!” Xiangling cried out, covering her mouth, “This is so embarrassing! I didn’t know you had someone at home!”

“I’m surprised you guys didn’t know,” you sheepishly laughed, twirling one of the flowers from the basket between your fingers, “You guys have met him before.”

Kazuha snickered behind his chocolate bar as the other staff looked at him.

“So THAT’s why you made a bet saying Y/n married to someone, I thought you just had a gambling addiction,” Xiangling scoffed, hitting Kazuha on the shoulder as he cackled.

“Pay up,” Kazuha grinned as you shook your head.

“Can’t believe you all made a bet and tried to set me up,” you mumbled.

“Yikes, I told Kuni I would get him a date tonight with you offhandedly,” Lisa admitted, looking ashamed as the door to the staff door opened.

Kuni stepped in, but instead of letting him pass by unnoticed as usual you tugged on his sleeve, shooting him a soft smile.

“Thank you for the basket, Kuni,” you thanked, caressing the other male’s arm to show your affection. Neither of you were big on pda, it was a lot for you both to even hug in public. Mostly due to Kuni’s awkwardness with it, but he made up for it by showing affection behind closed doors.

Kuni merely hummed, awkwardly shuffling his feet, you felt a little bad about putting him on the spot but you wanted to show off your husband for once!

“Pause,” Venti stated, pointing between the two of them, “No fucking way.”

“I just lost so much money,” Lisa groaned, sucking her teeth and already pulling out her wallet as Kazuha gleefully counted his bills.

“I’m still processing,” Xingqiu murmured, staring between the two of them, “What, when, and where?”

“I don’t know what you mean by what, we started dating in senior year of highschool, and got married in the town Kuni grew up,” you answered, firmly grasping Kuni’s arm so as to not let him escape. He was already trying to run off.

“I owe Kazuha money?” Albedo questioned as he overheard the conversation walking into the staff room, “No way was his hypothesis correct.”

“Suck my dick,” Kazuha grinned, opening his palm as Albedo sighed and slapped a twenty on it, rolling his eyes as the other male gloated.

“You guys are so fucking annoying,” Kuni complained, but his threat didn’t look at all intimidating as you was pinching his cheek, “Do you really have nothing else to do then try to set me up? No wonder the education system is shit.”

“I’m surprised you even managed to score someone,” Venti giggled, dodging the box of candy Kuni picked up and tossed at him.

“I still have more game than all of you, where’s your partner?” Kuni countered.

“The audacity,” Albedo murmured as Venti huffed in response, the staff room bursting into laughter.

“Guess we need a new project,” Venti grieved, scanning the room till his eyes landed upon Kazuha, “I guess I’ll set you up with someone.”

“You’re gonna what?!” Kazuha exclaimed, his face aghast as the staff immediately started listing off potential candidates

You laughed as you watched Kazuha practically run away from Venti, who was interrogating him on which teachers he found the most attractive.

Your new co-workers were a bit crazy, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[yourangel137]

The romantic things he does

I think everyone should have some love too between all the lust<3

Genre: fluff + NSFW

Pairs: All Genshin men (i write for) x FEM!reader

Warning: NSFW, eating out, penetration, overall lovely sex<3

Word count: 1429 words

Summary: Romantic things they do in the bedroom

Compliment you/praise you: Thoma, Kaveh, Kazuha, Venti, Albedo

It’s the way he looks at you, it makes your heart melt while he makes love to you. The way he knows how to make you feel good and make you feel weak under him. The way his hands roam over your body, seeking more and more contact and the way his mouth speaks of such sweet words. It’s always so perfect to you... “You’re doing so good~” He says, showing you a soft smile before giving your lips another soft kiss.

Your heart skips a beat when you feel his lips on your neck again, giving you love bites here and there for everyone to see. He loves showing you off to others, he loves letting them know you’re his and despite how it can possibly make you or him shy in the process, it’s all worth it. You squirm and let out a loud moan when you feel his cock hitting your g-spot again, this position does seem to hit it easier than usual. His eyes lighten up, licking his lips before pressing a kiss on your cheek. “You’re so gorgeous.. You’re so good to me.” He speaks out, using one of his soft tones, reassuring you how good you’re doing once again.

Slowly you feel your climax coming, his slow trusts combined with his fingers rubbing your clit makes you feel so loved and cared for. All because he’s taking his time with you, showing you the love you deserve and you cant ask for more then that. “You feel so good around me, I love you so much.”

Giving your body a lot of kisses/love bites: Itto, Kazuha, Kaveh, Heizou, Venti, Childe, Diluc, Thoma

He’s so slow with you today, being sure to give your body the smooches it deserves. Your skin feels slightly ticklish when his warm breath hits your skin. Goosebumps starts to form on your body to which he chuckles slightly, he knows he’s doing a good job when you’re getting so wet from his simple kisses all over your body. But who wouldn’t want their body to be worshipped? “Your stomach skin is so soft.” He tells you, touching your stomach with his fingers before laying yet another kiss on it. You’re feeling exposed below your boyfriend, but you know you’re safe in his arms. Your cheeks flush a darker shade when you feel his kisses trail down to your legs. “These also deserve love, don’t they?” You hear him chuckle once again before you feel his lips continue to kiss your skin and paint your blank canvas with small love bites.

He kisses all your perfections and imperfections, all your smooth skin and all your blemishes. It’s simply because he loves it all and he loves you. To him, your imperfections are perfect as well and he’s always sure to tell you that every single time. “Y/N... You’re so wet~ Is it just because I’m giving your body kisses and love bites?” You feel your cheeks warm up and of course he notices that too.

“Don’t worry, I’m just glad you’re enjoying this as much as I am. You deserve to be kissed everywhere.”

Aftercare no matter what: Kazuha, Kaveh, Itto, Scaramouche/wanderer, Heizou, Xiao, tighnari

Despite how rough he can be sometimes, he seems to know pretty damn well how to take care of you afterwards. Even if there are nights when it’s just pure lust, he’s sure to end it with taking care of you and your body. He gives you cuddles and a kiss afterwards to reassure you he still loves and cares about you, that lust isn’t all he feels for you. It always seems to make you warm inside, knowing he will stay despite how rough he might have been in the bedroom.

You watch how he leaves the bedroom only to come back later with a clean wet cloth to help clean you up as well. Yes, he’s sometimes rather rough and yes, he also sometimes forgets how to end a night properly when he’s extremely tired. But despite all of that, he always finds some type of way to end the night with love and not lust. You sit up slowly, groaning once you feel your muscles hurt from the intense climaxes you experienced. “Lie down, I’ll help you clean up.” You raise your eyebrow once he told you to lie back down, but you lie down as he told you to do. “You know I can wash up myself right? It’s okay, it’s just a little muscle pain, nothing I can’t handle.”

You hear him chuckle softly and feel the wet cloth touching your body, wiping off the sweat and drops of cum he spilled on your body. “It’s not that I don’t think you can handle it yourself but I was pretty rough so let me just do this okay? Stop questioning it and just enjoy.”

You are left speechless for a hot minute before finally replying back: “Thank you..”

“Don’t mention it.”

Focussing on you first(1 or multiple rounds): Kazuha, Zhongli, Diluc, Thoma, Xiao, Cyno

This sweetheart always seems to find pleasure and enjoyment in simply making you feel good first. However romantic or lustful the night is, he always wants to start with you first and make you feel good first. Whether he makes you feel good first with his fingers, his lips or his tongue, he simply doesn’t care as long as you feel good.

You feel his tongue flick your clit gently, making you mewl. Your hand reaches forward and your fingers tangle themselves in his hair, pulling softly when he flicks his tongue yet again. “Do you want me to do more?” He says with a teasing tone. You can’t help but nod and tuck on his hair a little harder. “Please.. yes.”

Before you can say another word, his lips wrap gently around your clit and he starts to suck on it. His fingers teasingly massage your entrance, pushing only the tip of his middle finger in every once in a while. Your moans fill the room, your toes curling every time his tongue flicks your clit again and again, it just feels so good. Once he notices your mewling and moaning getting louder only then does he push one of his fingers in. Your other hand grabs onto the bedsheets, toes curling once again when you feel your climax getting closer and closer. He adds another digit inside, moving them in and out slowly and curling them almost perfectly to hit your g-spot over and over again.

Your mouth agape, your climax building up even more while the moans leave your throat and lips more dry. Eventually your grip on his hair tightens, your cunt clenching around his 2 digits before you cum on them. He lets you finish your orgasm before slowly removing his lips from your clit and his fingers from your entrance. “Did that feel good? We’re not done yet though, I hope you still have energy left for more~”

Romantically sets up candles & other romantic things as a surprise: Kazuha, Gorou, Albedo, Xiao, Tighnari

It doesn’t happen all the time but when it does happen you always feel so extremely thankful. The way you come to the bedroom and find the room filled with cute lit up candles and flower petals covering the floor and the bed, always ends up as a surprise to you. It’s a romantic surprise you will never reject. Your boyfriend also enters the room looking slightly nervous. It’s not that he’s nervous because you might not like it, he’s nervous because it might be a wrong time to have done this for you. Yet the moment he sees your smile show up brightly on your face, he knew he did good. “You did this for me? Why even?” You ask him. You clearly hear the surprise and happiness in the tone of your voice.

“I don’t know.. I wanted to surprise you once and thought today was the perfect day to do this for you.”

You feel your cheeks hurt from smiling so much. He really went out of his way to give you such a romantic surprise and you can’t be more thankful. “This is lovely,, You didn’t have to do this but thank you so much. It’s beautiful.”

“I’m so glad.” He wasn’t sure how to take the first step now after surprising you like this. All he could think about was kissing you but how should he? Yet when he turns around he’s already met with your sweet lips on his own. His hands hold your waist while he kisses you back, enjoying the excitement you show through your kissing. I guess his surprise was a success!

Thank you for reading! <3

Much love,

Angel

Made on: 24-05-2023

[milkbobatyun]

drown your sorrows

pairing: various x gn!reader

genre: angstober, events

summary: there was a liyue saying that alcohol was the best medicine for all ailments, but why didn't it work for heartbreak?

word count: 710

C O N T E N T W A R N I N G : consumption of alcohol

a/n: uh yeah this isn't exactly fully 'medication' but hope yall have fun w this

they said to always drown your sorrows, yet no matter how much they drank every night, when they closed their eyes, all they saw was you.

your phantom touches in the darkness, gentle and familiar against their body. hands combing through their hair, massaging their scalp, straightening their rumpled clothes.

[cheerful but regretful]

[VENTI, beidou, kaveh, feixiao, KAEYA, lyney, gaming, BOOTHILL, sampo, jiaoqiu, HINATA, oikawa, gojo, yuri briar, YOR BRIAR, hoshina soshiro + your favs]

the burn of the alcohol sets their throat on fire, an anchor keeping them in the present. yet their face is warm with heat, mind abuzz with old memories, head slumped on the table, cushioned by their arm.

they hold a one-sided conversation with the air, their words soft and slurred, but laced with the sadness, regret and love of someone who had long ago lost their most precious love.

when their friend sees them in the bar, chatting animatedly to thin air, they tap [character] on the shoulder.

“who are you talking to?” they ask curiously.

[character] blinks up at them, a cheerful, almost delirious grin on their face.

“[name], of course!” they say, as though it is the most normal thing in the world. suddenly, their face crumples with sadness, smile fading, as though they suddenly remembered something. a heavy silence hung in the air, filled with regret and sorrow.

a sigh breaks through the stillness, followed by a hollow laugh.

“you’re wondering who [name] is, right?” [character] offers, eyes downcast, yet a ghost of a smile remains on their lips. “they were beautiful, perfect, an ethereal being…yet, death…death ripped them from me too soon.” [character] laments, reflecting on the bittersweet memories. memories they replayed a thousand times, only to have them leave the same sorrowful taste in their mouth.

in that moment, your laugh echos in their ears, melodious ringing, like the bells of heaven, pure and sweet, only to disappear just as quickly as it came, fading into hollow echoes and a mist of memories.

[character] takes a swig of alcohol, the taste burning their tongue, trying to drown out the teasing of your memories. you’re too far out of reach for them, maybe one day, soon, they’ll see you again.

[quiet, solemn drunk]

[ZHONGLI, diluc, geto, jingyuan, ARLECCHINO, nanami, SHOKO IEIRI, alhaitham, luocha, BAIZHU, kazuha, sunday, wanderer, neuvillette, dan heng + your favs]

the alcohol burned on the way down, a sharp reminder of the present, but it couldn’t burn the ghost of you. every shot, every drop, making your presence stronger, teasing them with the memories that refused to fade.

when they closed their eyes, all they could see was a film of memories, dedicated to you.

they sit, relishing in the silence, letting their mind wander, remembering all the places they visited with you, your favourite things, the things that made you smile, joy radiating from you, everything about you that they engraved in their mind.

every sip of alcohol reminded them of a fragment of your shared lives. they allowed themself to drown in the pool of your memories, where the pain of your absence was numbed by alcohol.

the mind is a cruel thing, they think, as their brain replays the bitter moment they lost you. they pick at the memory like one would with a scab, never letting it truly heal, the pain a reminder of their agony and torture of living a life without you. they savour the feeling, for it is the only connection they have to you now.

sometimes, they see you, sitting opposite them, still talking animatedly about your day, a shot of alcohol held in your hand. they can hear your voice, bright and familiar, the unique way you speak. unbeknownst to them, a soft smile graces their face, as they watch you with a love-struck gaze, as though you never left.

even in their haze, they know, deep down, that no amount of alcohol would truly make them forget about you. yet they still turn to drink, to allow them to pretend, just for a short while, that you’re still there, still with them.

whoever said to drink away your sorrows was a liar, they think bitterly, for a drink may dull the pain, but it would never erase the memories.

footnotes: while there isn't an actual saying in liyue lore, the chinese did believe that alcohol and drinking appropriate amounts of alcohol could cure ailments, so i thought why not combine it w the saying 'drink your sorrows away' (๑*ᗜ*) 

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INAZUMA COMMISSIONS ( DILUC RAGNVINDR )

summary ! in an attempt to give diluc the best present for secret santa, you spend some time to know more about him. though, the dawn winery owner has some unique tastes.

tags ! diluc ragnvindr x fem reader, fluff

word count ! 5.2k

note: hello hello @umgatochamadopercyval !! i got you for the @2023gisecretsanta event 🫶 i got a little carried away so i’m very sorry for the word length 😭 either way, i hope you enjoy it MWAH <3 i had a lot of fun writing this for you !!

When Barbara approached you asking if you’d like to be part of her Secret Santa event, you immediately agreed. She said she was going around inviting people she knew would be interested in participating.

You asked her who else had decided to participate in the event and she named a few others. Lisa, Kaeya, Sucrose, Venti, a few sisters from the Cathedral, Eury, Donna. All people you knew well since they constantly came to Good Hunter and you spoke to them while they waited for their food.

Barbara said she was still asking people to join. So once she had an even number, she’d go down a list and have them pick out a paper to see who their Secret Santa was. Everyone would get a month to find the gifts. Then, the gifts would be revealed at a Christmas party she was working on.

Nearly a week and a half after that, Barbara came rushing over to Good Hunter with a small bag in her hand. She was her usual cheerful self and more now since the Secret Santa event she planned out.

“(Y/N)! Do you have a moment?” Barbara asked, waving and standing near the side of the stall. She had been waiting to see when it would be available. Her smile showed just how excited she was.

“Give a second!” You said, smiling as well. After taking the current order and the customer went to sit down at one of the tables, Barbara approached. She showed off the small brown bag and you knew what she was hinting at. “How many people did you get to join?” You asked, making sure to wipe your hands clean.

“I got thirty people!” She said, holding the bag open. The number made your eyebrows raise. Barbara was very serious about this. You peered inside the bag. Small red and green sheets of paper were mixed together. The amount was smaller than what Barbara had said so you assumed she already went to some of the people.

You reached in, grabbing one of the slips at the bottom of the bag and pulled out a red slip. Barbara closed the bag once you got your person. She made sure the strings on the bag were tight so nothing would fall out.

“Could you check it to make sure you didn’t pull your own name?” She asked. You nodded your head.

“Of course!” You said, opening the slip of paper. You wondered whose name you ended up getting out of the bag. It would make shopping and searching for someone’s gift a fun experience. Hopefully it was Lisa. There were several new books you wanted to get for her and replace a few worn out books in her library. That was until you read the name of the person who would give you the most trouble searching for a gift.

Your smile faded slightly. In black ink, Barbara had written Diluc’s name on your slip. Her star and balloon drawn decorations on the paper made it more exciting than it actually was. Of all thirty people who decided to participate, you were the unlucky one stuck with Diluc. He wasn’t a bad person but you didn’t really know enough about him.

“Nope. Didn’t get my own name.” You said to Barbara, folding the paper in half again.

“Great! Thank you again for joining!” She exclaimed happily. “Remember not to tell anyone and you have a month from now.”

She waved before heading off. She needed to catch the rest of the people and hopefully finish this by the end of the day. As she sped towards the building of the Knights, you stared at her cursive handwriting.

The red haired male came into your mind. What were you going to get Diluc for Christmas? He was a reserved character. You couldn’t name a single thing he liked except grape juice. And there wasn’t anything else that stood out about him that would remind you of him.

For example, if it were Klee, you could have gotten her a new book bag or matching hats for her and Dodoco. Sucrose would be happy to get a new chemistry set. She definitely needed one after breaking a few beakers. Whereas Diluc… Nothing.

You started to think about certain gifts. Candles were a good option if that didn’t scream, ‘I don’t know you’. He never wore accessories. No rings, necklaces, or bracelets. Perhaps he didn’t like them but a hairpin from Liyue would be worth the trip. You let out a frustrated sigh, scratching the back of your head.

Was there anyone who knew what he liked that you could ask them?

Well, there were a few people. Now that you think about it, asking them probably isn’t a good idea either. Donna was off the table. You aren’t sure how far her title as a fan of Diluc’s went. And you also didn’t know if Barbara had asked her to be part of the event. That means Donna would definitely get jealous since you got the person she wanted.

Next was Kaeya. Asking him was fifty—fifty. He was rather sneaky and playful. Definitely the type of person to come up with a lie so you’d gift Diluc something he hated all because Kaeya wanted to mess with him. Or maybe you’d get the lucky half and he would be kind enough to actually say something his brother likes.

Then the people who worked for Diluc were also not a good choice. For one, you didn’t know them well enough to know if they’d keep this a secret. Two, they probably didn’t know Diluc well enough to tell you what he liked or disliked the most.

You were already stressed out, even if you had an entire month. You carefully stuffed the slip of paper into the front pocket of your apron. Thankfully, you were going on your break soon. You tapped your fingers on the countertop as you thought of what to do.

The worst idea yet came to your mind. You were just going to have to ask Diluc himself. You can't blurt out and reveal you got him for the Secret Santa event. Since your conversations with him are very brief, in order to do this, it needs to be in the most discreet manner possible. That way, it won’t make him get suspicious of you.

“Diluc!” He heard his name being called. Instinctively, he looked over at the tavern entrance after passing a customer their drink. He saw you approaching the bar while smiling at him. “How are you?”

“(Y/N).” Diluc gave a curt nod and picked up an empty glass cup. You sat down on a stool, watching him clean the area for you with a wet rag. “It’s good to see you. I’m doing fine. I assume your shift has ended?” He motioned to your uniform. You occasionally came to Angel’s Share when you were off the clock. It was just to relax for a few minutes and socialize before heading home for the day.

“I’m on my break right now.” You said. You scouted the first floor to see who was here. The floor was nearly deserted, only consisting of the tavern’s usual customers. You turned back to Diluc, thinking about the slip with his name on it in your pocket. “What about you? Are you leaving soon?”

“No. I may be here all day.” Diluc said. You needed to make this worth the while. No way were you leaving the city to go all the way to the winery. “Charles wasn’t feeling well.”

He finished wiping down the counter and threw the rag over his shoulder. He didn’t have his coat on since the tavern was relatively warm. The weather outside was getting colder as the days went on.

“What can I get for you?” He asked.

“A berry and mint burst.” It was what you normally got whenever you paid a visit.

As Diluc grabbed one of the glasses to make your drink, you thought this would be a good time to ease into the conversation. He seemed concentrated on making your drink so he probably might not be too responsive. Either way, you needed to try.

“I feel like we don’t talk a lot.” You said, as Diluc poured the light blue liquid into the cup. He let out a confused hum at your statement and set the bottle back down. He stepped away from the counter, searching for the remaining ingredients that belonged in your drink.

“And what do you mean by that?” He sounded as intimidating and serious as he always did.

“We don’t talk a lot.” You said. He carefully pushed your drink in your direction. “I think we’re more acquaintances than friends. Don’t you?” You grabbed your drink in one hand.

Diluc rested on the counter as he narrowed his eyes at you. His gaze seemed to be studying you instead of being mad at something you said. The guy sitting next to you left a few Mora on the countertop and left the tavern. He also left behind two cups to be picked up and cleaned.

“I say the same, yes.” Diluc said, scooping the Mora on the wooden counter.

His responses are repeats of what you say. It makes it feel like he’s simply not interested in having a conversation. Plus, he is always seen with an uninterested expression. His personality is nowhere near Kaeya’s.

Getting Diluc to talk is harder than you thought. At this point, you wanted to be straightforward and admit what you were truly here for.

“What’s your favorite thing about yourself?” You suddenly asked. Too strong of a question. He would figure out what your intentions were by it. Diluc raised an eyebrow as he dried one of the cups with a different rag than the one from earlier.

“What’s my favorite thing about myself?” He repeated your question. He glanced down at the cup before turning around. He sorted it out with the stack of cups used by tavern customers. You heard him say the question again but much lower this time. Eventually, he crossed his arms, staring at the wall before giving his answer. “I love my long, luscious and luxurious red hair.”

“Wait— What?” You sputtered.

“I answered your question. My favorite thing about myself is my hair.” Diluc faced you. He had his normal stoic expression. Was he telling the truth or poorly executing a joke? You squint your eyes. Diluc’s hair was well taken care of. Out of all his features, his hair and the color of it stood out the most. The length of it also suited him. Diluc with short hair was like a nightmare. Maybe because he never wore it in any other style except his ponytail. “Is that not something I can say?”

“No, no,” You said, taking a sip from your drink. The minty taste made your eyes water. “I didn’t expect you to say that. I thought you would have said your eyes. Your hair is really pretty.”

He managed to make his hair look like silk. There had been times you were tempted to touch it. As you put your cup back on the wooden counter, you thought of your next question.

“How do you get your hair to look like that?” You placed your chin on the palm of your hand. Whatever routine he said, you might need to start using it.

“Slime condensate.” Diluc petted the tips of his hair. Your expression changed to one of disbelief. “It needs to be the thick hydro slimes from Inazuma. I like to get them from Watatsumi Island since the area is surrounded by water.”

You had to take some time to process what he said. The infamous Dawn Winery owner put slime in his hair to keep it “luscious” and “luxurious” at all times. You had never heard of anyone putting slime in their hair. You scratched the top of your head. Whenever Diluc said something new about himself, the idea of giving him a gift for this event seemed impossible.

That wasn’t the only time you went to Angel’s Share. You went back for an entire week, trying to pry information out of Diluc. There needed to be one thing he liked and was willing to share with you. The only problem with that was to have him stop talking about his hair.

“I love my hair color. Did you know it’s natural?”

“It’s so hard to keep it this soft. If the slime isn’t from Inazuma, my hair gets all tangled.”

“Cut it? No, I’d never cut it. I’ve been growing it out since I was a child. My father’s hair was exactly like mine.”

You didn’t take him as the narcissist type or the kind of person to be full of himself.

Your last hope at getting him a gift was what he used for his hair. Diluc let you know what the process to get the slime condensate was. He said it is called an extraction. It was harmless to the slimes. In order for this to happen, he or someone else would grab hold of a slime. As this is going on, the other person will begin to pluck out condensate from under the bottom part.

You weren’t going to make it to Inazuma and return to Mondstadt in time for the party.

Sara went with you to find Herta and ask her to send your commission over to Inazuma. She was a little skeptical at how overly specific but she said with enough Mora, someone over there would be willing to take up the challenge.

That was two weeks ago. The party was in a week from now. You started to panic. Did no one take up your commission? You asked Lumine to take an impromptu trip to Liyue and see what items you could find.

She agreed. The Honorary Knight protected you along the way. Thankfully, there weren’t any monsters that attacked you on your trip. Liyue had rarer beauties that cost a lot more. In the end, it was going to be worth it. You found the gift after hours of searching. This was reserved only if the condensate didn’t make it to Mondstadt on time.

“Pardon me,” A tall, unknown man approached since there wasn’t a line. You could tell he was from another region. He had a box underneath his arm. His white, puffy coat covered his entire body. The hood he had on covered the majority of his blue hair. With good reason. The cold weather this year was entirely different. At least you were near the fire. “My name is Kamisato Ayato. I’m looking for a lady by the name of (Y/N). She requested a commission in Inazuma.”

“That’s me.” You said.

“Ah, wonderful. This makes it all the much easier.” He placed the box on top of the counter. The gloves he was currently wearing were white while the inside had a sort of dark purple lining. He removed the hood from over his head, settling his hands on top of the mysterious box. “The person who did your commission told me to be very careful with it. He said he went out of his way to make it the very best.”

“Did you come all this way just to deliver it yourself?” You felt a little guilty but Ayato let out a chuckle.

“No, no. I’m the leader of the Yashiro Commission.” He waved his hand, “I’m in Mondstadt for the holidays. I thought it was a good idea to bring over your commission. That way you wouldn’t have to wait too long.” He patted the box before insisting you take it.

You pulled the box over, noticing how heavy it was.

“Anyway, everything has already been paid for on our end.” Ayato said, adjusting his coat. “I was also told to pass on a message to you. If you had any more… Specific commissions to be done in Inazuma, simply request for Arataki Itto. He’s more than willing to help.”

That must have been the guy who did your commission. You hope to meet him in person one day to thank him over and over for what he did.

“Thank you very much.” You flashed Ayato a smile. He did the same in return, “Enjoy your holidays and your stay in Mondstadt!”

“Thank you,” He bowed his head, “The same goes to you. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be on my way.”

As soon as Ayato was gone, you decided it was a good idea to open the box. Your jaw dropped at the contents. It was a lot more than you had asked for. Considering what was given, you had definitely underpaid this Itto guy. Either he was a perfectionist or he was extremely reckless.

The jars of slime were actually much bigger than you expected. Maybe you should have been specific on that as well. How many hydro slimes on Watatsumi Island had to undergo an extraction to get all this condensate? Even though Diluc said the extraction process is not harmful for the slimes and they’re constantly growing, you’re starting to feel bad for them.

At least it arrived at a good time before the party. With the slime condensate here, your gift for Diluc was ready. But you had both items. There wasn’t any point in keeping the second gift for yourself. Maybe it would give you a hint on what Diluc likes. Hopefully next year, Donna was the one stuck with him instead of you.

The party was being hosted at Angel’s Share. It was closed for the holiday and with his permission, Diluc allowed Barbara to have the party there. So long as she prepared all the decorations and food. He didn’t mind making the drinks since it would allow him to keep a better eye on Venti.

When you arrived, the ongoing scene was a bit of a mess. Barbara was apologizing profusely to someone. You recognized one of them. Ayato, the man from the other day. He laughed loudly when he noticed Barbara beginning to tear up. Next to him was a girl who had similar features. She chuckled softly when Ayato hugged Barbara and reassured her everything was fine. The girl had to be related to him.

“You’re here.” You heard Diluc’s voice. He had been at the bar but spotted you as soon as you came through the door. His eyes landed on the gift you were holding. “If you’d like, you can leave that over there. Barbara said we’ll open the gifts after eating and once everyone is here.” Diluc motioned to a round table in a corner. Several of the partygoers left their gifts either on the table or on the floor. Some were big, others small. You were curious to find out which one was meant for you.

“Okay, thanks.” You went over to the table and placed the gift next to one that was the same size. You weren’t about to carry that around all night. The glass jars were too heavy for that.

After you put your gift with the rest, you decided to join the rest of the crowd.

You found out that Kamisato Ayato was Diluc’s closest friend. He and his sister, Ayaka, came to Mondstadt to celebrate the holiday with Diluc. Last year, he was the one who went to Inazuma to visit the siblings. Barbara was apologizing because she didn’t know they would be here. And if she did, she’d prepare a gift so that neither would feel left out. They let her know it was an unforeseen event and she had no reason to apologize.

Bennett and Fischl were the last to arrive. Afterwards, Barbara asked everyone to come to the first floor and get their gifts so she could explain the rules. You placed yours underneath your chair. Jean sat next to you, keeping hers on her lap and making small talk about who she guessed you had.

The table in the corner was soon empty. Whoever went first, the person who received the gift would go next. So on and so on until all gifts were exchanged.

Donna decided to start the chain off. For an odd reason, she had two gifts. You all gave each other the same knowing look. One gift was meant for her Secret Santa and the other was obviously meant for Diluc. If anything, you were already aware she had selected a better choice in present for him. Except Barbara didn’t let her give it to him right away and told her to wait until everything was over.

She had Bennett. From Bennett, it went over to Klee. He had gifted the little girl a new backpack and a tiny one for Dodoco. Klee’s gift went to Razor. He might have been the happiest one from the night. Eventually the chain went around to Albedo who had just opened his gift from Lisa.

“For my Secret Santa, I got (Y/N).” Albedo handed you a wrapped box.

It had candy canes all over the paper and a giant bow on the top. You heard some rustling inside. You tore the wrapping paper off the sides. Removing it fully, you opened the box and your eyes widened in astonishment. Albedo had carefully packaged two glass cloches beside each other. They contained flowers sprouting on the inside. He went as far as adding grass to the base and making it seem like a small garden.

“I managed to find a way to preserve cecilias and glaze lilies.” He explained and helped you take one of them out to show everyone else. “I remember you said they’re your favorite flowers. These will never die even if you take the glass off of them. And you won’t need to water them either.”

“Thank you so much, Albedo!” You said, opening up one arm to give him a hug. He reciprocated the action. “And I love how you painted butterflies on the glass domes!”

“Actually, they’re called cloches.” Ayato corrected from across the room, making your attention go from Albedo to him. Ayaka ended up smacking his knee with her fan. The entire room let out a collective laugh at the two siblings bickering.

Your eyes drifted over to Diluc who sat next to the Kamisato siblings. It seemed like he already knew he was going to be next. Both of his hands are on his lap, waiting to get his gift. He was staring at you intently and tapping his gloved hand against his thigh. You set Albedo’s gift next to your chair with extra care.

“My gift is to Diluc.” You said. You slid out the wrapped box from underneath your chair. You had both your hands holding the bottom side of the box. Watching your step, you made your way to the other side of the room where Diluc was.

“Ah, this should be interesting.” Ayato said with a grin on his face. He shifted in his chair, body leaning towards his friend. He seemed more interested in the gift than the person who was receiving it.

“It’s heavy.” You said, nervously. You gently handed it over to Diluc.

“Thank you.” He took it in his arms and placed it on the floor between his feet. Ayato moved his chair closer to get a better view of what your gift to his best friend would be. Diluc waited until you sat back down in your chair. He began to unwrap the ribbon you’d tied around the entire box. He pulled on one edge of the lace, allowing it to unravel on its own.

After that was over, he lifted off the top of the box. You watched anxiously to see his reaction to your gift. When Diluc saw what was inside, a small smirk came on his lips. Meanwhile, Ayato scrunched up his eyebrows at the peculiar choice. He realized what the items were and why exactly your commission had been such a weird request.

Diluc kept the lid on his lap. He crouched over in his chair and pulled out one of the seven items inside.

In his hands, Diluc held a glass jar filled to the top with slime condensate. There wasn't only one in there. You had asked for a minimum of three jars in your commission and sent over enough Mora for their troubles. But, being the nice person he was, Itto decided to get you a total of—

“Six jars of slime condensate.” Diluc held it up in the air as if he was examining it. You started to feel a little embarrassed when he spun it around and showed it off the rest of the crowd. They each side eyed each other, wondering what kind of present that was. You actively avoided their gazes as they questioned your choice. Why did he have to start off with the worst gift? “I’m assuming they come from Watatsumi Island?” He said in a slight teasing tone.

Diluc’s lips twitched upwards when he glanced over at you. He shook the jar a little, the slime bouncing around. It clinked against the other jars as he carefully set it back into the gift box. Next, he moved onto the second gift. Right beside all of the six jars was a dark red jewelry box. It had a geo symbol carved on the top which Diluc knew you got it from Liyue.

He placed it on his lap and cautiously opened it since he wasn’t sure of what was inside. Inside, the box had a black velvety texture. It had two separate sections. Ayato heard his friend let out a small snicker before composing himself and turning it around for the remaining partygoers to see.

“It’s a matching hairbrush and a hair comb.” Diluc said.

Both the brush and comb were designed to be the same. They had been marbleized with red and gold. What stood out the most was the hair comb. The accessory had been made to resemble a phoenix. Its wings were outstretched and the beak pointed upwards. If placed in the hair correctly, it was supposed to give off the illusion the phoenix was flying.

“Oh, how beautiful.” Ayaka silently complimented.

The jewelry box closed with a snap and Diluc set it beside the six jars of slime condensate. He closed the lid of his gift and a wide smile spread on his face. For some reason, you felt like he found this entire situation hilarious.

“Thank you, (Y/N). I’m especially grateful for the slime.” He said. Diluc cleared his throat right after and the smile disappeared. He ended up picking up his gift and announced who his Secret Santa was. “My gift is to Sucrose.”

The remaining gifts were passed around until everyone had opened their gifts. They were all thoughtful and generous.

Everyone loved their gifts and it was perfect for their personalities. Yet, your eyes kept looking over at Diluc’s present. He had to be lying. The party continued as normal. People broke off into their separate groups, ate the remaining leftovers and treats, and played a few games. The gifts, held dear in everyone’s hearts, were forgotten at the moment.

An hour passed and you thought it would be a good time to leave the party. You put your coat on as well as your gloves. Thankfully, you didn’t live too far from the tavern. There should still be a few guards patrolling the city in case of intruders.

“I’m going to be leaving now.” You said to Barbara while holding your gift from Albedo. You wanted to thank him again only to find out he’d left with Klee a long time ago. The little girl was starting to get sleepy and tried to play it off that she wasn’t tired.

“You are? Aw, I wanted you to stay a little longer!” Barbara said. Diluc overheard your conversation and he had already slipped on his red jacket.

“Allow me to walk you home. I insist.” He said, opening the tavern door. Cold air rushed in causing his cheeks and nose to get rosy. “Barbara, if I don’t return soon and everyone has left, don’t worry about cleaning the mess. Head home as well.” He instructed before leaving the tavern right after you.

The door closed. Diluc fixed his jacket as he began following you.

He only had plans to drop you off at your home safely and return to the tavern. You were both walking in silence. You glanced out the corner of your eye. Diluc’s hands were in his pockets. He had a small smile on his face. It was starting to get to you. The smile had the appearance he knew something and purposely refused to tell you what it was. You exhaled loudly, deciding to confront and get it over with. It would be better for him to be honest.

“You didn’t like your gift… Did you?” You asked, stopping in your tracks. You tilted your head to the side and turned to face him.

“I did like my gift. Why would you ask that question?” He answered.

“Why are you smiling like that then?” You nodded your head. It was really in the most innocent and subconscious manner. Diluc didn’t want you to take it the wrong way so it was a good time to come clean. Especially since the hunt for gifts and the party was over. He left his gift in the tavern, right behind the bar counter so no one would find it.

“I have something to admit.” He said.

Oh. Your eyes widened slightly. You took a step back. Donna was going to be mad.

“I lied to you. I don’t actually use slime condensate in my hair.”

Oh. You narrowed your eyes at the man standing in front of you. Scratch that, you were going to be mad. The smile on Diluc’s face grew a lot more visible.

“What?” You finally spoke up. “You’re joking, right?”

“No. I’m not joking.” He shook his head. Your jaw dropped at the confirmation. “I don’t use it. If anyone does, they must be out of their mind to put that in their hair.”

“So you were faking the entire time?!” You shouted. He had led you to believe his hair was his favorite feature and that he cared for it the most. All those times he complained about running low on slime and he might need to find a replacement before getting his new stash from Inazuma. Pure lies he made on the spot. He was so convincing, you thought all he loved in life was slime condensate. “Diluc, you’re such a jerk!” You would have punched him if you weren’t carrying your gift. He grinned briefly at your weak insult.

“Is it my fault you were terrible at hiding you had me for Secret Santa?” He said. He began to walk again and you sped up to join him. You had to be honest. Your attempts were very pitiful when you spoke with Diluc that entire week. It’s much easier to talk with him at the moment than beforehand. “Though, I like your gift more than Donna’s.”

That’s an accomplishment.

“Are you sure six jars were necessary?”

“Leave me alone.”

[witheredgardenparty]

Funeral March Under Moonlight

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(This might look familiar. Author moved blogs.)

Albedo x g/n Reader

Unsure feet tread up the snow-covered path with sober certainty. Not because you know what you will find, but because hope lives in the search. (or, the one where you make a lukewarm wish.)

Warnings: developing soft yandere (very tame, reads more like a build-up to bigger yandere dynamics after), allusions to past abuse (not mentioned), allusions to grief, mild Venti slander but he's off screen the entire time, disparaging use of the word "drunk" with allusions to alcohol, reader does not drink the alcohol, author loves Venti but he is up to some mischief in this one, possibly consensual drugging (sleep tonic), unedited, first time writing for science boy

Word Count: 2.5k

Although it is just past the witching hour, a full moon on felled snow is near blinding. A soft light illuminates white-washed earth, but casts harsh shadows on the jagged rock and catching pine. Fear might try to creep in were it not for the sheer cold that occupies everything.

You had been warned. As you had walked out that door, fellow patrons heaped various clothing items in your arms and many catty comments at your person. Still, it is only thanks to them that you are as protected from the elements as you are now.

The air is cold and dry enough to freeze the delicate hairs inside your nose and burn its way down your throat. It had not been this bad when you had first started walking. You can always turn around, you know. You can always give up and go home.

You do not.

Despite what that stone-faced bartender might have thought, there was not a single drop of alcohol in your blood. Every drink you bought had been passed around for different, ulterior reasons. No. Your unsure feet tread up the snow-covered path with sober certainty. Not because you know what you will find, but because hope lives in the search.

Unfortunately, though the spirit is willing, the flesh is weak. There are only so many hurdles that strength of mind can overcome before biology takes the reigns. Your vision is littered with black spots. Your mind is clouded with cloying cotton.

The faintest hint of wood smoke is enough to choke you. It is nearly too much to handle for a body running on inertia alone. You follow the wafting soot like a funeral march towards a siren’s song and soon find yourself in the defrosting embrace of a prepared bonfire.

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[hana-no-seiiki]

TEYVATIAN ENCYCLOPEDIA w YUN TABLE OF CONTENTS

YAN! GENSHIN CHARACTERS x ISEKAIED / DESCENDER! READER

Teyvat is anything but a hospitable place. Yet funnily enough, you find yourself with hosts that are more than hospitable with your presence.

Moments of your time in Teyvat and the observations you made along the way.

BIG FOLLOWER NUMBER CELEBRATION - Approx. Release : Second Week of September

(note that some of these are platonic yans)

A is for Albedo, Alice, + Abyss Twins

B is for Beidou

C is for Clorinde (ft. Navia)

D is for Diluc (ft. Diona)

E is for Ei

F is for the Fatui + Focalors

G is Gorou

H is for Heizou

I is for Il Dottore + Capitano

J is for Jean

K is for Kaeya

L is for Lyney and Lynette + Lisa

M is for Mika and Mona

N is for Nilou (ft. Nahida)

O is for Orobashi

P is for Paimon

Q is for Qiqi

R is for Rosaria

S is for Signora

T is for Tartaglia and Travelers

U is for Unknown God (ft. Ushi)

V is for Venti

W is for Wanderer and Wriothesley

X is for Xiao, Xiangling and Xingqiu

Y is for Yunjin and Yae Miko

Z is for Zhongli

[rhenuvee]

Do They Get Invited to the Fontaine Masquerade Ball? [Mondstadt]

A/N: Based on my post where I begged Hoyo to give us a Fontaine masquerade ball event. If they don't, this is the post I am using to quench my thirst.

Warnings: This is just my opinions and thoughts! If you think differently it is okay! (In my original post I said that I thought that the "higher-ups" would get invited so that is what I'm basing it off), written in an informal way, not all characters have headcanons!

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Yes - Jean, Kaeya, Diluc, Eula

Jean: She's anxious that something may go wrong if she's not there, especially with Klee. Lisa reassures her that everything will be okay (Lisa can be strict too so I think they'll be fine). Her co-knights (and Diluc) try to comfort her as well saying it is something to be proud of for her. I think she starts feeling better when she receives compliments from other guests of her being the acting grand master.

Kaeya: Was surprised he was going, because he thought Jean would've asked him to stay (Diluc: the Knights of Favonius are inefficient, you really think you'd stay?). He remembers that one time his adopted father was away for two days for the ball, and can't fathom that he'd get this chance. I just know his outfit for the masquerade ball is e x t r a v a g a n t.

Diluc: He remembers his father getting invited, so now it's his turn. He is hesitant on going, since there is business to take care of with the winery, possible memories of his father, and of course- his "dear" brother who is also attending. He probably is asked to bring wine by the organizers. When he gets dressed, Kaeya's like huh you're not wearing the darknight hero mask? And if you listen closely you can hear retribution.

Eula: Also surprised she got an invite because of her lineage... but on the other hand, she is not her ancestors, nor is she getting invited for that reason. Amber is excited for her and begs her to tell her all about it when she comes back. She is the best when it comes to the ballroom dancing part.

No - Amber, Lisa, Barbara, Razor, Bennett, Noelle, Fischl, Sucrose, Diona, Rosaria, Mika, Klee

Most of them are too young anyway... however that doesn't stop them from getting excited about a ball even though they cannot attend.

Fischl: She claims she is not jealous, because in her kingdom they have their own masquerade ball. Fontaine has an exquisite ballroom with the most brilliant chandeliers? The Immernachtreich has a better one, all purples and black with candles and Oz themed lights. She immediately organizes it along with asking her mom to make her favourite cold cut platter, and invites all her friends.

Bennett: Hears about Fischl's masquerade ball and is very much convinced that her's sounds better than Fontaine's. When he attends Fischl's ball, (well it looks better in her head but) he thinks it's the most amazing event he'd been to.

Klee: She is sad that Kaeya and a few of her other friends have to leave, though it's only for a bit. Klee asks him to bring back something like a Fontaine-Dodoco, Kaeya chuckles and says sure. Lisa and Albedo are the main people who have to keep her out of trouble.

Razor: Potatoes.

Well... - Venti, Mona, Albedo

Venti: If this guy can somehow make it to Lantern Rite and Irodori, then he can get to the ball. Not saying he was ever invited, but something tells me he has a scheme twirling his fake mustache and sneaking in. I won't deny that it would be fun to see him at a masquerade ball. Insert Diluc's deadpan face when he sees an alcoholic bard made his way to Fontaine. Venti makes up a fake title- "The Best Wine Taster of Teyvat"

Mona: She has wrote on the Steambird which drew in a lot of readers, so I think she has a good chance of getting invited. She'd be able to connect with any Fontaine fans that enjoy her astrology columns. I also think her outfit would be very elegant.

Albedo: I feel like he has a chance of getting invited but declines for two reasons. One because he has a lot of research to do and two, because someone needs to keep Klee from blowing up Mondstadt (and possible sus-bedos on the loose). I believe if anything, Sucrose would be the one to convince him to go since there could be more things alchemy related to discover in Fontaine, or other alchemists or scientists to meet.

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[xgodxaspectx]

Venti x Top male reader// Bad day? No problem!!//

WARNING: SMUT٫cock play٫ fingering٫ modern au.

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It's been years dating venti,and recently you have been going out late night,not telling him where your exactly going.It's been common by now.

Waking up,eating breakfast,going to work,coming home,eating dinner or at time missing it,and then heading out.This was your daily routine right now.

"W-Where are you g-going-?" Venti asked,finally getting the courage to ask after these many day.

You let go off the door knob and turned your head to look at the shorter male and replied "None of your business".

Finishing your sentence,you stepped out of the house,closing the door behind you.

You did felt guilty for being rude to your boyfriend ,but you had to do it,this was the only way, he can't find out the reason to my behavior.

After you left the house,Venti let out a faint sigh.He just wanted you to tell him what your doing late at night and coming home the next morning like it never happened.

"So, I guess I'm sleeping alone again" he said to himself,sadly waking to your bedroom as he got ready to sleep.

-Few hours later-

"Hmm?" Venti hummed as he heard a loud knock at the front door,

The other male shifted his eyes to look at the digital clock that was placed on the night stand beside him.

"2 am, who could be here this late at night?" he said in a tired voice while he slowly got out of the bed to open the door.

Walking up to the door,he opened the door,only

to reveal a tall figure right before him.

"Y-Y/n" he was surprised to see you. He couldn't believe his eyes that you finally came home early.

"Are you going to make me stand here or are you going to let me in?" you questioned with a shaky voice and an unstable posture.

"Y-Yes, of course," Venti replied, giving room for you to get in.

Stepping into the house, you tried to be as stable as possible and trying your best not to trip over anything.Venti helped you reach the bedroom, he slowly seated you down the edge of the bed as he bent down removing your shoe and carefully placing it at the corner of the room.After doing so, you placed your head on the soft pillow and rested your eyes.

That night Venti had a lot of questions, but he did not question you anything about what really happened,he thought of asking you the next day since you seemed very tired and he did not want to annoy you with the questions he had in his mind.

He got back up onto the bed gently coming closer to you as he tried not to wake you up and snuggled onto you chest.He had a small smile on his lips before dozing off to sleep,happy that he finally got to sleep with you after many days.

The morning fell as you were getting ready to go to the office.

At the moment you were eating you breakfast on your dining table and Venti was sitting in front of you, thinking about something.

"Were you drunk yesterday?" The shorter male asked out of the blue,

"No" you said, surprise by the question he asked by still answered with a straight face.

"Y/n please don't lie to me," he continued

"So what if I was! What are you going to do about it!" You hissed, forcible getting up from your chair and taking your leave along with your bag,slamming the door ,leaving Venti alone once again.

Venti could feel his body tremble by your sudden action, he could feel his hands and legs shaking convulsively.It took time for him to get a hold of himself, taking deep breaths in and out. After he calmed down,he reached his hands to pick up the half eaten food and going to the kitchen to place it down on the countertop.

"So, Y/n is having a bad day hmm..., Then I'll make him happy!" Venti exclaimed to himself, jumping in excitement.

He was going to make Y/n happy, HIS Y/n happy.

Venti decided to go shopping to the nearest store, having a list of items he needed, written down on a piece of paper.

-Minutes later-

"Check! Check! Check!" Venti ticked the item in the list which he already got in his cart,

Finally reaching the end of his list he noticed that he forgot the most important items "how could I forget about this!" Venti softly exclaimed, hitting his palm on his forehead in a playful manner. He rushed to get the item that he required and went to one of the cashier.

A while later, Venti arrived home with a couple of bags in his hand ,then placing them down on the floor to unlock the front door and entering his house along with his bags.

"Time to get to work!"

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You start approaching you house after a long day of work,tiredly ringing the bell and waiting for your boyfriend to open the door.

You could hear a faint rustling on the other side of the door before hearing a click of the door, signaling that the door was unlocked.

You were confused to why Venti did not personally greet you like he'd always do, but you tried to shrug it off.

You slowly start reaching one of you hand out,gently pushing the door open, revealing a dim lit up room.

"What...?" You questioned yourself and looked around the room simultaneously,eyes scanning the living room down.

The living room was well cleaned, rose petals scattered all around the room,giving it a beautiful sweet fragrance.The room was lit with few candles,which enlightened the room yet dimly,and made it conducive for you to see it.The whole room was beautifully decorated.

You gently close the door behind you,not wanting to interrupt the silence.

You go to the shoe rack that was present beside the door frame.Removing your shoes,you place it down on one of the rack,in your shoe rack.

After doing so, you walk up to the couch and placed your bag on top of it.

Resting your bag down, you start heading to Venti's and your bedroom, thinking he might be there.

Arriving the bedroom door,you twisted the door knob opening it,only to be greeted by more rose petals on the bed, decorated wonderfully.

"What's going on here..." you queried.

You felt chills run down your body as you felt a hand run down your shoulder blade to your abdomen.

"Hi honey~, how was work~?" Venti trailed off as tip toed and licked your ear lobe.

Damn, Venti's seductive tone surely turned you on.

You let out a soft groan and felt uncomfortable at first due to the touch,since it's been a long time not having a sexual interaction between you two.

"I see. Someone's in the mood huh." You said

"Maybe~" he moaned,

You could feel yourself getting hard on just by the shorter male's seductive tone.

His hands started moving up to your chest and removing the blazer you wore,placing it down on the floor and unbuttoning your shirt,revealing you well built structure.

Venti ran his hand your lower and upper abdomen,exploring you features before moving his hand down, near you crotch as you caught him in the act holding his wrist.

"Are you sure you want to do this," you doubted,still holding onto his wrist as you turned to look at him.

Venti gave a nod, giving permission to do what he or you wanted.

Seeing that,You harshly pin Venti against the wall present behind him.

One hand holding his both hands with a firm grip while the other hand grabbing his waist as your hard members colliding his.

"Don't expect me to go easy on you." You whispered into his ear and planted kisses from his neck to his collar bone.

You pulled Venti into a deep kiss,lips locked, possibly lasting for 'bout a min.

You push him onto the soft mattress after breaking the kiss,carefully getting on top of him as you start stroking the male's cock through the fabric.

"mmhhm~" he moaned, lifting his hips.

Continuing this for as long as you can do,you stop and look at the shorter male's face, seeing his face redden like a tomato but his arm coving half of your view.

You removed his pants along with his boxer and tossed it at one corner of the room as he yelped and grabbed the bedsheets in surprise but like it through.

He could hear you as you unzipped you pants and letting you enormous cock free from your boxers.

"Ahh~!"

A loud moan was heard by your boyfriend as you insert two fingers in his hole unprepared. You leaned in front of him and kissing him again, fingers slowly moving back and forth as he moaned, still both your lips locked within each other.

Breaking the kiss, a string of saliva connecting.

Preparing Venti with your fingers for a while,you remove it out of him and bring it in front of his mouth and him start sucking on it.

He did not expect this but he gladly took it in his mouth and started doing what you wanted him to do.

Removing your fingers from his mouth,you put it in your mouth and licking it,making him blush harder as you smirked.

You then brought you hand down to your cock as you positioned your cock to the entrance of his hole, slowly pushing it in as he let out melodious moans to your ears.

Once your full length was in, you began to thrust you cock in his tight hole.

"Ngh, Baby your so tight.." The male could not even comprehend a word you were saying due to the pleasure and pain he was receiving by your huge cock.

Speeding up you pace and his walls tightening around your cock, his moan were frequent giving you the idea that your hitting the right spot.

Few hours in,you kept fucking the male dumb.His eyes rolled back, mouth opened, tongue lolling out as he felt pleasure and pain all around his body.

Back and forth, back and forth, you keep thrusting in, abusing his prostate again and again until he could feel his orgasm come up the third time in this night, legs grabbing onto your back and fingers dug into your soft flesh as he spoke,

"Huff,huff...i..I'm going...to cum!" trying his best to frame a sentence in this situation

"Few more minutes...Venti," you replied panting hard.

Few more rough thrust in,you could feel your orgasm grow within you, knowing that you were almost at your limit.

"A-Ahhh y/nnn!" Venti screamed in pleasure, as he came over on his and your stomach while you gave a deep thrust,reaching his depths and cumming all over his insides.

You slowly pull your cock out of his hole , seman pouring down from his hole and to the bedsheet.

"take some rest, you did do a good job..Baby." You pecked Venti's soft cheeks as he gave a small smile before drifting off to sleep, leaving you to clean up.

You smiled at your sleeping angel.

He surely knows how to make you happy and they were so unique in his own ways,you couldn't help but love him the way he is.

"I love you so much,Venti"

"I...love you..too"

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i left all the doors unlocked and you said you’re on your way…

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[ventismacchiato]

25 behind the lens — a glimpse of us !

scaramouche x g!n reader

notes; the next day

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You were quite grateful for the VIP pass Kuni gifted you with because it gave you a seat directly in front of the Fatui panel. You felt uneasy under the stares of your coworkers, but once your locked eyes with Kuni who sent you a tiny wave your stress was lifted.

You kept to yourself for the entire panel, most of the questions directed at the entire group. Most of it was stuff you already knew from being friends with them as Star.

You were zoned out and focusing on how good Kuni looked sitting behind his mic when you heard your name mentioned in a question. You turn your head to see a timid girl standing by the podium, her face pink from the entire room collectively letting out a cheer after her question.

“Can you repeat that?” Kuni asks, his brow quirked.

The girl cleared her throat, “What’s something Y/n does that flusters someone as poker-faced as you?”

You shrunk in your seat at the question, cheeks aflame at the implication.

Childe let out a low whistle as Kuni fiddled with his microphone’s wire for a few seconds, twirling the cord around his finger.

“Everything,” he eventually says, ears red as Heizou smacks him on the shoulder. Kuni looks at your figure before focusing back on the panel.

Everything.

You wondered if that included Star as well.

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behind the lens !

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the emoji key in case anyone was confused (⭐️ = star, 🍃 = venti, ⚔️ = xiao, ☀️ = aether, 🌸 = ayaka, 🍁 = kazuha, ☂️ = scara, 🥕= childe, 🔎 = heizou, 🧪 = albedo, 🦊 = nari)

click this to read the star qna pic easier if ur having trouble

title from joji

typo in childe’s text **each other longer

author’s notes — long time no see

synopsis — you, better known as STARDUST, and BALLADEER have always been in competition for the top streamer spot on twitch, which is especially impressive since the two of you have never shown your faces. you’ve never been on good terms, constantly one-upping each other in matches and getting into petty arguments on twitter, causing your fans to also dislike each other. that’s until BALLADEER does a face reveal that breaks the internet with his good looks…which makes you realize it’s the same guy you went on a date with last night. the type of date that made you crave to see him again. the only problem was he didn’t know you were STARDUST and he was way different behind the lens than he portrayed himself online to you. should you keep your identity a secret to salvage the relationship or just let him go?

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windblume ode

(Day 25 of @yelans‘ spring serenades event! I really wanted to do this day specifically because it was the closest available day to my birthday, btw my birthday is the same as ayato’s wah, and also because it was this day last year when I pulled venti for the first time! So I thought, I had to do it! Anyways, enjoy! I was sleepy when I wrote most of this, so I hope it all makes sense c:)

The air in Mondstadt was always clear and nice on your skin, but there was something about the Windblume Season that made it feel more relaxing. Yet, almost, happier. A few leaves from trees nearby have flown into the wind and threaten to tickle your face, but you would welcome the feeling. 

All in all, the atmosphere is colorful. 

And well, you couldn’t blame it all on the bright green balloons and Flora’s beautiful flower arrangements, that was for sure. 

“Y/N!” A flash of green entered your line of vision and you quickly recognized it, though you certainly heard him first. “Pleasure to see your cute face in the city today!”

Your face flushed, must be the colorful atmosphere, you tried to tell yourself, but well, your cheeks almost seemed to warm a little more every time you ran into Venti. Especially times like now, his city was prospering and his smile never looked brighter. 

“I wouldn’t miss the festival, everyone has been really excited for it, I wanted to see what it was all about,” you exhale, a puff of air that mixed with the lovely breeze that accompanied it. 

“Well, I for one, am really glad! You missed last year’s,right? Want me to show you around?” His smile was cheeky, you couldn��t help the lingering thought that he had something up his sleeve, yet you didn’t in a million years want to miss this for the world. 

“I can’t believe you remembered.” A smile lights up your features before you can stop it. “Where are we headed, Mr. Best Bard of Mondstadt?”

His giggle resounds into the wind and he offers his hand cheekily. You take it without hesitation. 

Your hand stays in hsi throughout the day, save for when you’d skipped ahead and begged him to teach you the trick to the archery game. Which of course, earned you a laugh and then a few quips before he finally helped you. 

In a kaleidoscope of games and judgemental gazes from the cityfolk, it brought you to sunset. The region was dipped in blazing oranges and yellows, it was gorgeous. The day brought you to the edge of Starsnatch Cliff, a view you never would have dreamed would be so beautiful. You sat beside Venti when he pulled out his lyre unexpectedly. 

“Don’t you usually charge for a song..?” Your question is hesitant and feels thick on your tongue, but you can’t help but ask, you happened to be low on mora after paying for lunch earlier. 

“Charge? Not this time, but your concern is much appreciated!” His fingers glide across his lyre slowly and rhythmically. His music was much different than that of the bards in the city. The tunes you’d usually hear in the tavern were repeated over and over, almost to the point where you might think you could play it yourself. 

But Venti’s were different.

His music was always new and refreshing, every note drifting into the wind and making you want to take on the day, a clear story weaving itself before your eyes everytime. It was glorious. 

And yet, he wanted to play one for you. 

And play one, he did.

The notes surrounded you almost like that of a blanket, this tune was very soft and comforting, much like the evening sky softening into night. And eve when the stars came out to greet you, Venti still played. A yawn tugged at your lips and yet, you still listened, wide awake, wonder etched into your features.

“So, how was it?”

You were silent, your gaze locked on his, nearly in a daze. Was this the power of a bard, you were mesmerized. 

“Y/N?”

“Oh, right,” You giggle lightly, nervously placing your head on his shoulder. “It was lovely, could I trouble you for another?”

He shook his head, “No trouble at all!”

And so, eve when your eyes glide shut and the moon rises, he played another song.

What he hadn’t told you, is that your presence, you yourself, were the sole reason he wanted to keep playing.

But, that could wait until later.

[beuhakkaka]

WRITING TIME GUYS GUESS WHAT. I wrote a Y/N PERSPECTIVE HOOOOO. Anyways!! Omg, so much angst in this one. Avoid if you dont like that. Also blood and death! OK. You still here? Cool. Enjoy uwu

Little Love

The day was so perfect. The sun was bright, the clouds were lazily floating in the sky. Venti even woke up early, well rested and excited to show his companion another one of his new songs. He as always went searching in the forrest for his tiny lover, calling out their name. "Y/n~! Guess who just wrote a new song! Come out! I would like to play it for you~" Venti listened closely, searching for the tiny voice he so loved. But, instead of hearing a cheerful voice he simply heard birds chirping. Confused, he called out again. "Y/n! Hey, if your playing hide and seek it's not fair to start without telling the other player first!" He waited again, before sighing. Were they teasing him again? A tiny smile cracked on his face. "Fine fine. Dont respond. I'll find you, and then when I do you're so in for it~!" He giggled happily, watching his step as he jogged through the trees. It would be awful if he stepped on them after all right? 

He approached Y/n's usual resting spot, crouching down. He was about to tease his lover again, when he noticed the splotches of red staining the soil. Suddenly Venti wasn't feeling so playful. "Y/n? Y/n where are you-" He pushed back the grass, and his heart stopped. There they were. Their tiny, beautiful form limply laying in the grass. A puddle of blood surrounding their tiny body. Venti had always been careful to be slow when picking up y/n, but for once he was quick in his movements. Scooping up the tiny being in his shaking palms. "Y/n? Y/n oh archons- " 

His tiny love opened their eyes. Normally their eyes were so bright, filled with life and joy. But their eyes were dull and glossy. Finding it nearly impossible to keep their eyelids open. "...venti…" they could barely find the strength to speak his name. Venti felt his heart shatter, he put them right next to his face. "Wha-what happened-? Wh-why-" Big fat tears bloomed in the corners of his eyes. Trickling down his cheeks. His hands were trembling violently despite his best attempts to not jostle his companion. He had just seen them yesterday and everything was ok...what had happened??! He couldnt understand. He was so lost in his own thoughts, he didnt even notice their voice at first. Tiny and fragile, just like them. Ventis breath caught in his throat. 

"...I...love you-" They croaked out. Venti shouted. "No-! No stop- stop talking like that I- we can get you help ok? Just- just please hang on for me!" His tiny lover placed their dainty palm on his own, the size difference would normally make Venti coo. But this time, it made him sob harder. Venti shook his head. "P-please stop looking that way- I- I can-" He couldn't accept this. He stood up quickly, cradling their bloody form in his palms. "I- I cant teleport with you it- bu-but I can run to Vanessa's tree- I can heal you there- I'm sorry if it jostle you-" He apologized, casting them a wary glance. The blood staining his hands made him want to vomit. Venti shivered at their words. "...venti...I cant make it…too long..." 

"I- I have to try-!" Venti choked back another sob. "Y-You cant die!" Y/n smiled. Pained, and weak. Little tears trickled down their tiny face, voice quivering. "...s-..sing me a song

..please?" Ventis tears streamed down his cheeks, falling onto the ground and y/n. Everything about them was so beautiful, their skin, their hair, their eyes. But it was all tainted with the dullness of death. Nearing closer and closer as the seconds passed by. Venti knew he couldnt make it in time either. So for once, he listened. Opening his mouth, his voice a broken shaky croak. 

The sun

The moon, 

None compare to you,

The clouds in the day 

The stars in the night 

They never look quite right, unless you are by my side,

My day, 

My night, 

My little life" 

The day had been so beautiful. The sun had shone brightly, and the clouds lazily floated by. The birds had been singing, and the bugs had been buzzing. Everything had been so perfect, so beautiful. The anemo archon sat, hunched over in the middle of the forrest. Tall grass swayed in the breeze, as though nothing had happened. Venti clutched his life in his hands. Their breathes had stopped long ago, yet he couldn't find it in himself to put them down. Rubbing his thumb absentmindedly against their cold, bloody back. 

"...I love you, my little y/n.." 

[pastaimpact]

good morning texts from mondstadt boys that no one asked for

content warning(s): alcohol mention (venti)

[kambehrs]

a love that’s limited

archons — g/n! reader

❛ as the geo archon . . . i suppose it is possible .

considering your his first lover after a couple centuries, this was a tricky question. of course it was possible, zhongli didn’t want to admit, but he’d never forget you. not anytime soon. he would be torn on the inside but no one would know he was hurt by your passing. when the time came, even hu tao was confused why he looked just as if it was a random’s funeral.

❛ ha , why would i ? eh ? so what if i’m a toneless bard ?!

venti was quite lucky to score with you, ya think anyone else would be interested? venti would probably grieve for you for very long and go back to his drinking habits twice as hard. he’d probably scare everyone away. he would definitely allow your soul to be free, just as he did for the o.g stanley.

❛ no , you’ll be in my eternity . . . you promised .

the raiden shogun refused to hear such talk, she didn’t see an eternity without you. she’ll never see an eternity without you, until reality hit. in one of the clashes with the resistance you were one of the many casualties. she refused to be sad. but in meditation in plane of euthymia, a stray tear fell. oh well, we all slip sometimes… don’t we?

© @planeteula no translations or reposts.

[loreculus]

like you were written for me

summary: in which i read a lot of pretty things that remind me of a lot of genshin impact characters.

featuring: albedo (hurt/comfort), dainsleif (angst, reader has passed away), diluc (hurt/comfort), childe (fluff and angst?), kaeya (fluff), kazuha, thoma (fluff), venti, xiao (fluff), xingqiu (fluff), zhongli (fluff) x g!n reader (sepereately) (i'm pretty sure there are no gendered terms, but this isn't proofread, so if there are, please let me know so i can fix it)!

cw: implied eating disorder/body dysmorphia in albedo's, mentions of childe's real name

personal favorites: albedo, childe, xingqiu

albedo — the role of a lover is exactly the same as the role of an artist. if i love you, i must make you aware of the things you do not see." james baldwin

albedo doesn't normally return home until late in the night, his research ruined his sense of time. so you thought you had time—time to clean up and keep this little incident a secret from your lover. but you thought wrong, because the first thing albedo noticed upon entering the dark bedroom was your form balled up in the middle of your shared bed with tears staining your cheeks. he took cautious, quiet steps towards you, not failing to notice the half eaten plate of food sitting neglected on the bedside table.

taking you into his arms, he gently questioned, "have a bad day?"

you bobbed your head once, answering him. "'m sorry, i was doing so well," your voice trailed off, your words choked by tears.

the sound of your sadness pained the alchemist endlessly, he hated to see you like this, especially over an issue like this. "it's okay darling," he cooed. "we all have bad days, it's just our brains bullying us." his arms enveloped you, his hands moving up and down your back in a comforting motion. "mind to tell me what your brain told you today?"

"the same old same old," you took a shakey breath. "i couldn't stop looking in that dumb mirror, bedo. i couldn't stop scrutinizing what i saw in it."

his hands moved up from your back to your hair, then around to cup your face. "you may not like what you see, but would you like to see what i see?" he pulled your face close, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

he then got up to rummage through his bag; it was brown and made of leather, the bag he always took with him, the bag he was never seen travelling without. after some seconds, he pulled out a sketchbook. though you had accompanied albedo when painting on many occassions, you had never seen this particular book.

coming back to where you sat on the bed, he gingerly positioned himself next to you and opened the book, flipping through its contents.

your eyes widened as he turned the delicate pages—they were all filled with you. sketches of you when you cooking, playing with klee, talking about something that excited you, resting your eyes after a long day of work. sketches of you that were made with such care, with such love.

"[name], i began to draw in order to better myself in the field of alchemy. in that time, i became an artist. but i am no longer just an artist—i am also a lover. your lover."

he flipped to the latest drawing in the book. it pictured you in a field of flowers, a crown of cecilias adorning your head, your mouth curved into a bright smile.

"and the role of a lover," he continued, "is exactly the same as the role of an artist. if i love you, i must make you aware of the things you do not see." he placed the sketchbook in your hands, using one hand to softly grasp your chin, his eyes deeply looking into yours, as if exploring their endless depths.

"you do not see your own beauty, but when i look at you that is all i see."

he pressed his forehead to yours, his words lingering in the air. in this moment, you felt a tear escape your eye; this time, not one of sadness but of joy.

childe — "have you ever seen the hell in somene's eyes and loved it anyways?" maram rimawi

you and your lover walked lazily along yaoguang shoal; the gentle seabreeze carrying the essence of the ocean to your senses, the sound of waves crashing into one another filling the comfortable silence. ajax was always the busy man, his harbinger status brought boundless responsibilities along with it. so moments like these—moments where it was just you, him, and the world—were truly precious.

hand in hand the two of you walked with a comfortable rythym. staring out at the ocean, you couldn't help but compare the water's hue to that of ajax's eyes. you tugged at his wrist, stopping his movements. a questioning look adorned his face. you merely stood on your toes and lovingly planted your lips against his. love overcame his confusion, his left arm wrapped around your torso while his right hand rested against the side of your face.

backing away, you looked deeply into his eyes. they were just lke the sea: an alluring blue, a depth that seemed deeper than eternity.

"your eyes are beautiful," you breathed.

his eyes widened at this. "you think so?"

you nodded your response, entranced by his gaze.

"well, maybe you shouldn't. these eyes have seen too much to be pretty," he looked scorned by the thought of himself.

"no, they've seen too much to be pure. but no amount of hell can take away their beauty."

he frowned, creating some distance between you both. "how can you see the hell in someone's eyes and love it anyways?"

pulling him closer to you once more, you whispered, "i'd rather face an eternity of hell with you than spend a second in heaven alone."

dainsleif — "maybe forever was a word meant for memories and not people."

the tired knight eased his back against a tree, relaxing his shoulders for the first time in a while. his eyes were fixated on the view beyond the hill he decided to rest on: a vast ocean, deep like an unsolved mystery, with light from the lowering sun shimmering against its waves. it was beautiful, he thought. but not as beautiful as the posy that laid in his grip. white petals hanging from an iridescent stem, the bundle of inteyvat flowers littering his hands was second to only one: you.

but he didn't have you anymore, now did he?

all that remained of you were these flowers, carefully kept in a porcelain vase you had crafted together, and your memory. he found it cruel in its comdey, how memories were all he now possessed: the memories of his homeland, of his family, of his men, of you.

chuckling sadly, his lashes fluttered closed.

"dain!"

hearing the smile in your voice, dain turned his neck to face you.

"what've you got there, love?"

you hastily brought your hands to your front, extending your hands to present a bouquet of inteyvats to him. "i found these in an old antique store," your voice was soft—tender even.

"i do, i do," the flowers exchanged hands. "i love you even more for giving them to me."

"so you'll love me forever then?" you teased.

"forever and then some."

the sounds of ships drifting across the water below spurred him from his daytime reverie, keeping him from getting lost in his memories, in your memory.

"forever, huh?"

he sighed. it was a soft and somber sound, one dainsleif found himself making far too often these days. "maybe forever was a word meant for memories and not people—not for you, not for us."

diluc — "i burned so long, so quiet, you must have wondered if i loved you back. i did, i did, i do." annelyse gelman

"where are they?" diluc managed to cough up those words despite nobody being around to hear them. pure rage clouded his vision as he arched over his desk, head in his hands.

you had been missing for four days now. four days since you had dissapeared in the midst of the afternoon sun. four days the heir spent looking and asking and tracking. four days of desperation, of loneliness, of regret.

desperation to find you, loneliness without you, and regret of all the things he failed to say to you.

the last time you were together, he hadn't been his best self. he ignored his feelings for you in a hope that they would dissapear, in a hope that they wouldn't end up hurting you. but, in his efforts to save you from himself, hurt is exactly what he did to you.

"can we please just talk, 'luc?" you pleaded with him.

"apologies, but we have nothing pressing to discuss at the moment." he tried to keep his voice even and reserved.

as you turned to leave, diluc didn't fail to notice the tears escaping your eyes.

oh how he wished he talked to you then. because, if he did, you wouldn't be missing from his grasp now. suddenly, adelaide came crashing through his office doors.

"master diluc," she began. "we've found them! they're staying in a small house in the outskirts of qingce village."

"i thought we checked there already?" "we checked qingce, but not its surronding area, sir." she said, voice heavy with guilt.

diluc wasted no more time in his office. he was quick to grab his coat and greatsword, rushing off to you and your hideaway.

it was already late when he left, the moon acting as his only light source. normally, he wouldn't trouble himself to travelling all the way to the qingce area in such a short time, but tonight was different. he would trouble himself for you.

eventually, a small house began to come into view. diluc didn't know how many hours had passed, all he knew was you were finally back in reach. now standing in front of the door, he raised his hand and knocked on the door. in the past, he would've hesitated with you, but he knew he couldn't afford to hesitate any longer.

he heard movement behind the wooden door: the shuffling of feet—your feet. as you opened the door, your eyes gaped at the sight of an out-of-breath man dressed in black staring back at you. his eyes told you more than his mouth had in the entire past month: longing, aching, regret.

before you could overcome your chock to speak, he spoke. "i'm sorry," he dropped his head. "i'm so, so sorry. i shouldn't have pushed you away for all this time."

you fiddled with your fingers. "you don't have to say that, mister diluc. you don't have to lie to make me feel better."

"'luc," he raised his head to look you in the eyes. "call me 'luc."

"no, it's okay. i won't be a bother to you anymore," you gave him a sad smile, holding back tears.

"but it's not okay. i wasn't honest with you from the start but i should've been. so let me be honest now." he softly held your head in his hands. "i've burned so long, so quiet, you must have wondered if i loved you back. i did, i did, i do." it sounded as if he, like you, was on the verge of tears. you mimicked the way he held you, pulling your foreheads together.

you both stood that way for a while, relishing in the painful comfort of each other's company, bathed in the moonlight's glow.

kaeya — "what is a home if not the first place you learn to run from?" clementine von radics

something had felt off with your boyfriend as of late: he'd been less touchy, more avoidant, and his usual sly comments had lost their edge. you wondered if you did something to him, said something to him, something that was the cause of his change. deep in your thoughts, you walked mindlessly around mondstadt—the city's ambience bringing some peace to counteract your storming insides. as you rounded the corner near good hunter, you ran into the man that consumed your every waking thought.

"kae!" you called out to him.

the cavalry captain stopped in his tracks, his expression hesitant. "hey there, lover." he gave a little wave and attempted to feign normalcy, but his voice was far too strained for that.

"kaeya," you held his eyes. "is everything okay"

a questioning look. "what do you mean?"

you sighed, shoulders sagging. "it's just, you've been kinda avoidant lately. did i do something to upset you?"

a myriad of emotions swirled in his uncovered eye, as if he knew what he wanted to say but not how to say it.

"no," he gave you a soft yet sad smile. "in fact it's quite the opposite. you make me so happy; like i'm finally home." he paused. he didn't know if should say this next part, but he did know that keeping the truth in the dark didn't keep it from breing brought to light. reluctantly, he continued, "and what is a home if not the first place you learn to run from?"

understanding took over your features. as a nationless, fatherless, step-fatherless, brotherless, horseless man that had always had a house but never a home, he was afraid of getting too comfortable with you—with the warmth and security you provided.

"oh kaeya," you cupped his face. "it's a place to come home to at the end of everyday, a place to take off your shoes and rest your feet, a place for you and for me."

smiling down at your pretty face, he wrapped his arms around your waist, pushing you flush against him, pulling you in for a honeyed kiss. the sudden affection normally didn't bother you, but you were right in front of a restaurant. the two of you basically had an audience. noticing the red painting your cheeks, the knight flashed a teasing smirk.

now that's the kaeya you knew and loved.

thoma — "we'd be a wonderful us." keira cass

if you could've had any power, it would have been the power to read minds. his mind, to be specific.

you looked longingly at the boy in front of you. he was so focused on knitting sweaters for the local street cats he failed to see you staring at him in awe. even had he caught you, he wouldn't have minded. you had been friends for so long, afterall. but you didn't want to be friends anymore; you didn't want to be "[name] and thoma", "him and i", "me and him", any longer. you wanted to be "us."

lost in thought, you gasped in surprise as something poked your head. "hey! i finished up that last sweater," he presented the clothing on it's new owner, an adorable calico cat. "doesn't it look just dashing on him?"

you pursed your lips, "it's perfect."

"baha, isn't it? well, now that we're done here, i think we should treat ourselves to some dinner at the komore teahouse."

as you nodded your agreement, he took your hand and helped you off the ground. he doesn't let it go once you were upright though; he kept your hands locked, fingers securely entertwined as if they were always meant to be there. you could feel the heat warming your cheeks. oh archons, you hoped he was too busy talking about what food he was gonna order to notice.

thoma did notice, of course, and he was pleased with your reaction. unbeknownst to you, he too wanted to be more than what you both were now.

you two treated yourselves to a lovely dinner: unagi chazuke, tri-flavored skewers, wakatakeni, sakura mochi. needless to say, you were grateful that thoma's "retainer of the kamisato clan" title protected you from a hefty bill.

seated across from each other at the table, you entertained yourselves. laughter and comfort filled the air in your corner of the room, all other patrons fading into the background.

but there was a moment of silence when cups occupied both your lips, the conversation drying your throats. it was then you could hear the chatter of the other patrons in the space:

"oh, what lovely sweethearts they are!" "do you remember when we first looked at each other like that, hon?" "oh to have a man look at me the way he's looking at them-"

all their statements were flustering, but that last comment was especially quick to heat your cheeks.

"ehe, i guess everyone thinks we're a pair," you cuckled awkwardly. "don't worry though, thoma, i wouldn't disrespect you like that."

a pregnant pause.

"what if i want you to?"

your eyes met his, widening significantly. "well—i-i mean, i wouldn't mind...doing that..." your voice stuttered, getting quieter with every word. you weren't even sure if your following, "i'd love for you and i to be an us," was audible.

it must have been though, as the blonde in front of you chuckled and took your hand in his, lifting it to his lips, leaving a kiss there. "i think we'd make a wonderful us, my darling."

xiao — "no human being has ever stood so close to my soul as you stand." james joyce

the time between protecting liyue from darkness and the sunlight peeking under your bedroom's blinds was the yaksha's favorite time of day. seeing your calm, resting figure with your chest moving in a relaxed pattern brought nothing but peace to his mind.

it meant you had a good rest; and to have slept soundly in the night was to have a good day, and he wanted nothing less than good days for you. and knowing you trusted him enough to wait for you to awaken by your bedside was xiao's greatest honor.

he didn't truly understand what was going on between you two, but he was grateful for your trust, for your unashamed closeness. as an adeptus, he was very used to solitude, so much so that he seemed to detest intimacy. and he did. or, at least he thought he did.

you ruined all that he had thought he was. all those preconcieved ideas about himself, all those characteristics he self-endowed went out the window when you came into the picture.

all of a sudden he didn't want to be alone. he wanted to be with you. all of a sudden, he didn't want to spend his nights chasing demons by himself. he wanted to spend them chasing shooting stars with you. and he just didn't get it—what happened, what changed, why he felt this way.

pondering these questions as he knelt beside your bed, his arm mindlessly drifted over your form, rubbing your arms and back. the motion was so comforting but it stirred you from your slumber nonetheless.

eyes prying open, you breathed, "xiao?"

"good morning," he lifted your hand and pressed a kiss there.

"well, this is a nice surprise," your tired smile shifted into one of humor. "why do you look constipated?"

"i look what?"

you giggled.

"i was just thinking, love."

you tried your best to sober up, and asked through small laughs, "thinking about what?"

"about you." he looked at you so lovingly. " about how no human being has ever stood so close to my soul as you stand." he leaned over you, resting his forearm against the mattress, bringing himself face-to-face with you. "thank you for that."

xingqiu — "i wanted to write down exactly what i felt, but somehow the paper stayed empty. and i could not have described it any better." wtm

xingqiu's hand cramped with its position under the feather quill. "ha," a low sound emitted from under his breath, a sign that his fustration over the letter he was witing you was beginning to overcome him.

it seemed to be teasing him, the paper in all of its blankness. as a successful, published author, writing about his passions and interests was supposed to be the easiest, most straightforward thing in the entire world, and what was he more interested in than you?

nothing. literally nothing.

he would do anything with you, anything for you. see a performance at the heyu teahouse? sure. go jueyun chili picking in qingce village? why, he would love to. eat a bowl of stir-fried carrots for a date night? he'd eat two. and xingqiu hates carrots.

but that's just what you did to him. you turned his hatred into love and smoothed out all the rough patches. you made him feel crazy, sick in the head. and he wanted to express this to you in the best way he knew how to: in words, in writing. he wanted to immortilize you the same way he would any idea that popped into his head and stuck. because you popped into his life and stuck too.

but when he tried to describe his feelings for you, no words could come to mind—despite the fact that you yourself lived there rent free. he looked through every dictionary, asked locals around the harbor, but to no avail. there just wasn't a word strong enough, a word accurate enough, to define the feelings in his heart.

with the sun beginning to set, he knew he was running out of time to find one before his rondevouz with you at xinyue kiosk. rubbing his temples in defeat, he realized something. so, he packaged the unused paper and left the quill on the table.

approaching the restaurant's doors, he heard a sweet sound call his name. "xingqiu!"

he rushed over towards your voice, pulling you into a light embrace. "i have something to give you," he began.

your eyes lit up at his statement, but he raised a finger to your lips before you could respond. "nuh uh uh, hush. you'll have to wait 'till after we eat," his tone was thoughtful at best and mischievous at worst.

dinner was, as expected of the xinyue kiosk, was grandiose in its experience and delectable in its taste. xingqiu knew that'd be hard to beat, but he was hoping what he had to say might be more memorable for you than the food.

he handed you the envelope he packaged before leaving his home earlier tonight, saying, "go ahead, open it up." you did as he said, confusion quickly taking over your features at the sight of a plain piece of paper.

"love, you know i'm a writer. i like to write about everything i love, so, naturally, i'd want to write about you too. as it turns out, i couldn't think of a way to convey my love for you in writing. i wanted to write down exactly how i felt, but somehow the paper stayed empty. and i don't think i could have described it any better," he chuckled softly, cupping your face in his hands. "hopefully this will suffice." he captured your lips gently and you could feel the smile in his.

seperating, you look into his eyes. "oh, it sufficed."

zhongli — "i will love you if i never see you again, and i will love you if i see you everyday." lemony snicket

it had been a long time since you last encountered the old god. his previously loose hair was now tied up all prim and tidy in a low ponytail, his historic robes were exchanged with a sophisticated suit and timeless accessories. despite his different appearance, you knew he was the same rex lapis he was all those years ago.

right now, he was seated at the round, stone table in the middle of the lake at mount aocang. you approached him from behind, an offering in hand.

placing the bowl on the table, you spoke: "i hope this dish is still to your liking, morax."

his lids opened at your voice, revealing a pair of familiar golden eyes.

"ah jewelry soup," he smiled. "you always were a gem." he motioned for you to take a seat, his hand pointing at the stool across from him.

you spent a good time chatting, reminiscing about times past. eventually, the conversation moved from nostalgia to current joy. he recounted the events of late: the trade of his gnosis, his shift into mundane life. he seemed happy and at peace, and that brought you endless joy. you remembered just how brutal life was for him in the past, with the fall of cities and gods comes the rise of suffering.

you know you added to his suffering leaving him all that time ago. seeing him so fufilled now prompted you to apologize for that. "morax, i don't mean to bring up bad memories, but i'm sorry for dissapearing all that time ago." you reached out to him, placing your hands over his. "i'm staying for good now, we can even make a contract out of it," you chuckled. "i know how much you love those."

he gave you a kind smile. "[name], you recall our parting but you don't recall our parting words." he squeezed your hands, "i said, 'i will love you if i never see you again, and i will love you if i see you everyday."

he leaned over the table, reaching out to grab your chin. "that much has not changed. it never will."

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