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mitsies · 7 months

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❊ shootin' hoops! - childe . . ajax can't get enough of you. meanwhile, you've definetely had it with him.

ajax is 19 when he falls in love with you.

he meets you in his second year of college, in a stupid, annoying, lame sociology class which he's only in because it's a requirement to his major. why else would he be in a dank room at 8 in the morning? oh, he hates it. the class is slow-paced. his professor is even slower. an old, little man. ajax bets that he could bench his weight. and maybe a little more than that, too, without breaking a sweat.

the class sucks, and it's not even hard, and he would probably skip every single one and pass with a hundred and ten percent. and he really, really considers this course of action, too. until, he sees you in the back of the classroom. he doesn't think he's seen you before. he'd remember if he did.

wow, you look pretty. wow, you're cool. and wow, maybe he'll stick around for the lecture tomorrow after all. ajax grins to himself. and maybe he'll bench his professor, too, if you'd think that was cool. would that make him look strong, and show off his muscles? then he might really try.

after the class lets out (which takes light years, he's convinced) he makes a beeline to where you're packing up your notebook and stationary. "lame class, huh?"

you turn at his words, eyes wide as you take him in. ajax smiles with his teeth, and he can imagine all the girls and guys in the class swooning, he can practically hear their thoughts; 'oh, who's that cute guy? his dimples are so adorable! oh, wow, i should ask his number. he looks like he would be the star player of our college's basketball team! so muscular, and cool!'

and if they're all thinking that, oh, he can't even conceptualise what you must be thinking. he feels butterflies, and a little dizzy, and a lot anxious— but in a cool way, of course— when you open your mouth to respond.

"i thought it was cool, actually."

he's breathless for a second because wow, woah, oh god, your voice is just as nice— no, it's better, than he'd imagined it. and then he registers what you'd just said and it takes everything in him to stay composed as his brain short-circuits looking for something to say in response. so-long to his ingenious plan of bonding over mutual hatred of your professor. hm. he's kind of backed himself in a corner. oh, well, it seems like he'll have to rely on his massive charm to get him through to you. not a problem!

"really? you've got awful taste."

your face sours. his heart thunders— oh, you're so, so cute. he likes it when you look at him like that. actually, he likes it when you look at him in general. he likes the way your eyes crinkle at the corners when you're irritated. the way you look like you've tasted something bitter makes him think— would your lips taste sour, too? like lemons, and limes? like biting into a cardamom pod?

before he can think about it too much, you speak again, and he's entranced— again. "just my thoughts."

"well clearly, you don't think much."

you blink at him. your eyelashes frame your eyes so nicely, too. he wonders if there's a colour that encapsulates the shade of them. ajax thinks that your eyes are like the rest of you— indescribable. and then you scoff, and walk away with your bag slung over a shoulder, and he can't wait to see you tomorrow.

three weeks go by. ajax doesn't think he could be more in love.

he's showed up to sociology every single day, just for the sake of seeing you. lighting up like a match the second you show up in the doorframe, and going out in a similar fashion once you're gone. he relishes every single second in your company. he carves every half-smile and every grimace, and every time you purse your lips in confusion and every time you nod along to the professor when you understand. oh, he's in love. and it's bad. it's so bad.

"don't tell me you're actually doing the extra credit work," he says, staring at open laptop on your desk. it's work time, and while ajax could hypothetically leave, you're staying, so he's staying too.

you glance up at him. lord knows how you've put up with him for so long. he's annoying, he's bothersome, he does not leave you alone, not for a second. the only time he sees you is sociology so he's got to make the most of it. "i've got nothing better to do, ajax."

oh, he loves, loves, loves it when he says your name. it might be his favourite sound in the world. "you could leave. it's a free class."

you raise a brow— "you could leave too."

"i could. but what'd you do without me?"

you laugh the littlest bit, and he feels a dozen times lighter. maybe your laugh is actually his favourite sound, he can't decide. "probably be a lot more productive."

he likes what you have. he likes this friendship-ish kind of thing. he likes that you only hate him sometimes, and that you can stand to be around him other times. that's not to say he's satisfied. oh, not even close. 3 weeks were enough for ajax to imagine it— a lifetime. he imagines holding your hand at graduation. and he imagines movie nights turned sleepovers, and he imagines what colours you'd choose for the bedsheets of your first house together. he imagines lists of names. he imagines forever. but this is a good start. you're 50-50 now, he's just got to work on that hundred percent.

and, in his opinion, 3 weeks is a long, long time. that's 7 whole days of 24 whole hours. and only god knows how many minutes are in those hours. way too many, he thinks. he's smart enough to know that good things take time, but he doesn't think that he can be only your classmate-sometimes-friend for any longer. he wants more. needs it.

you speak before he can reply, "you really have nothing to be working on?"

he probably does. a lot of business homework, something math related undoubtedly. but that wouldn't take him too long. so he opens his mouth to say as much when he remembers— he likely wouldn't have time later tonight. oh, but he's already not been doing his work— would it be embarrassing to start now? would you think he's stupid? he's so cool, and he'd hate if you didn't agree. in any other situation, he'd pop open his notebooks and get to work. but you make him all conscious, and nervous, and hot in the face. and how long has it been since you asked? he should probably respond. you stare expectantly and he feels warm all over, maybe almost as hot as he looks. (you'd agree. right? you would.)

"maybe just a few small things," he grins at you, "but i can squeeze them in before my game tonight."

you hum in response. "i forgot there was one tonight. against our rivals, right?"

his heart warms— you remembered who it was against. you might've forgotten about it in general, but you remembered it. that must be a good sign. oh, he's got this in the bag.

"yeah. at 7."

you smile at him. he thinks he might die right there. "well, good luck. i'm sure you'll do great."

he beams at the compliment, heart thundering like a caged bird between his ribs. compliments always meant more from you. he could probably definitely recall every single one you've ever spoken to him, if he tried. (and probably even if he didn't.)

ajax doesn't miss a beat, this time. "i'd probably do a lot better if you were there cheering me on."

he doesn't miss it. he doesn't miss the way your mouth twists a little bit in surprise, because this was really not what you were expecting. and he definitely, doesn't miss the way your eyes slide over to your hands, and your fingers which are suddenly all too fidgety. he's embarrassed you. his boyish grin grows tenfold. "don't tell me i've got you going shy on me."

you roll your eyes in mock annoyance, and he knows you well enough at this point to know you're trying to hide your bashfulness. "oh, you wish."

"you're right. i do."

you freeze. he doesn't think he could hide his joy at your embarrassment even if he wanted to, even if he tried. it's hard for ajax to pinpoint his favourite one of your feelings— he thinks you're cute all the time. he thinks it's funny when you're disgusted, or annoyed. he thinks you're adorable when you're happy, and especially so when you're sleepy. but he's beginning to suspect that he's especially fond of you when you're flustered like this.

the professor speaks. ajax's mood is instantly a little more sour because god, even the man's voice is slow and boring. the free class was officially dismissed, and students were free to go. under any other circumstances, ajax would be happy about this. but he really does have to go. he wishes you could come with him. he wishes you could come with him everywhere, really.

"are you serious?"

your question catches him off guard. you're looking at him again, with those pretty eyes, and you have a familiar expression on— it's one he recognises as confusion. you're confused. he softens, more than he thought possible. it takes everything in him to resist pressing a kiss to the apple of your cheek, the crease of your furrowed brows, the corner of your lip where an unconscious pout makes itself known. and he realises he might've been unclear with his advances. so he meets your eyes and says, "of course i am. i'm serious about you if you are about me, yeah?"

it's some kind of consent, or acknowledgment. that what you both have can and probably will evolve. you're smart enough to know that he knows, and he's smart enough to know that you know. and you nod softly, and smile like flower petals, and he decides he'll never get over you. he'll never need another.

"i'll see if i can go tonight. but if not, i'll text you."

he thinks he's the happiest person alive. he could kiss you right then, right there, but your wrinkly old dustbag of a professor is still in the room and he won't entertain the geezer. "i'll see you."

he doesn't see you until the final quarter of the game, but you've been there the whole time.

his team is winning, of course, because they have him, but he's been out of it all game. any moment he can, he's scanning the stands with a watchful eye. it's one of the biggest games of the season. he knows he should be laser-focused, but he's not and it's all your fault. there must be hundreds of faces pressed together and he can't seem to find yours. until he does.

you're closer to the ground than he thought you'd be. hiding in plain sight. and when he sees you, he swears he might start floating. there are flowers in his chest, blooming an ache deep inside. something so disgustingly sweet, so addictingly sickening is awoken at the sight of you in his team's colour. he thinks you'd look beautiful in his spare jersey. he smiles, and it's all teeth. a vicious kind of adrenaline fills him as the next play is called to begin. he thinks he'll give it to you after he wins.

and wins he does. with flying colours, really— the other team didn't really stand a chance to begin with, not as soon as he saw you there cheering him on. his teammates flock to him like sheep, piling on him and shouting things he can't really hear over the general public's applause of the home team's victory. and everything is happening; his coach is slapping his back, his teammate is dragging him somewhere, someone's handing him water, people are screaming his name, yelling about his winning shot, and all he hears is his breathing, and all he sees is you, standing with your hands clasped and lips pressed together in a smile. all he sees is you, so you're the first person he runs to.

since you're in the first stand to the bottom, it's easy for him to clear the guard rail and get to your side. someone in the background shouts his name. he doesn't care. the people who were previously next to you are shoved aside— he doesn't care at all. he's right there with you.

"you came," his breath comes raspy, dry. "you came to see me."

you shrug nervously, "i guess i did."

so he kisses you. ajax is 19 when he falls in love, for the first and last time. ajax is 19 when he kisses you, and he's young, and he's stupid, and he will never regret this, not ever, not when you kiss him back almost instantly, pulling him close by his jersey. it feels so right, it feels too real to be true. he's got to be dreaming. any second now, he expects his daft old professor's voice to scold him for falling asleep during a lecture. but the voice never comes, and you really do taste like lemons and spice, and he hears phone cameras clicking and cheering grow tenfold and he doesn't care because he gets to kiss you.

at some point, you break away. your face is red-hot and he can feel the warm blood flooding your cheeks with how close your faces remain. he ikes it when your lips are swollen because of his. he likes it when your eyes are fixed on him. he likes you. he thinks he was doomed to like you from the start.

when the background finally fades back in, he sees his teammates cheering and ooh-ing like stupid junior high boys. you seem a little disoriented, so he laughs and pulls you away from the stands, helping you climb down the safety rail with a hand in yours and another on the small of your back.

ajax hates his sociology class. he hates the lectures, his professor, the subject— but something good came of it. because he really loves you. with your cardamom tongue and smile lines, and the crease of your eyebrows when you're annoyed, and all of it, and more. he loves you the most. more than anything.

flowers chosen: small sunflower & pink camellia . . adoration & longing for you

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tojivu · 1 year

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one bed + morning after ⋆ genshin men

an. clearijg up drafts (that i like), expect more soon

cw. genshin men & one bed trope, includes zhongli diluc childe thoma. f!reader implied. sfw.

playing. nothing revealed / everything denied by the 1975

DILUC’s face is almost as red as his hair. he hoped to get this trip over and done with; considering how the friend group had just dragged him on this adventure when he had better things to do. however, he found the silver lining he didn’t expect; you.

he had always found you attractive, sometimes stealing glances at you when you’re talking to his friends or secretly hoping you would ask him to hang out (without your annoying friends tagging along, as they had always done)—so when he finds out he’s stuck with you for the night, he has mixed feelings. he sticks himself to the wall, feeling too awkward to even sit down, and you’re combing your hair in the mirror.

“i’m gonna go to bed soon. you gonna stand there all night, luc?”

god, the way you said his name. “no, i’ll be on the couch.”

“don’t be silly.” you put the comb down and turn off the bathroom lights, then getting on the bed to make yourself comfortable. you pat the empty space next to you to signal that it’s okay, that he could sleep next to you if he wanted. “don’t be scared. it’s not that big of a deal.”

of course it wasn’t, to you.

diluc reluctantly gets on the bed, and he’s as stiff as a wood plank. you turn and look at him, on your side, and he fights his urge to look back at you; he knows he’ll just make a fool of himself. “goodnight, luc.”

you expected diluc to be sleeping, facing the ceiling—as if he didn’t move from the night before. but your eyes flutter open and you see diluc facing you, his face only inches away; sleeping peacefully. the sunlight is seeping in through the curtain gaps, and the air is cold.

diluc wakes and he doesn’t jump in surprise, instead he opens his eyes and stares lazily at you—as if you were a sight he saw every morning; natural, like you were meant to be there with him. his morning voice is rough as he speaks, “good morning, y/n.”

your heart is merciless that morning, diluc swore he could hear your heartbeat pounding.

CHILDE doesn’t realise how troublesome it is to have such a tiny bed to two people. he had always slept alone, in a queen, his sleeping positions almost always bizarre as he had space to spare. your friend group didn’t think to consider whether making him sleep in a small hotel room with only one bed would trouble him— but as soon as he was told that he was sharing a room with you, his face lit up. childe didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, though, but it would be a lie if he said he didn’t want to be stuck with you for a whole 8 hours.

“did you hear?” he leans against the counter at the reception desk, on one arm, looking at you with a smirk on his face. you’re guessing what it could be—what prank he’d be pulling on you this time.

“we’re sharing a room?” you guess, voice monotone and bored; it was 12 in the morning and all you wanted to do was sleep—entertaining childe’s nonsense was not going to be a part of your nightly routine. you expect a big “no!” from him, but he keeps quiet instead.

after a few seconds of awkward silence, he reaches for the keycard in your hand and grabs hold of it. “i guess i’ll unpack first, then.”

there wasn’t any point in fighting the receptionist for your own room, since she told you they were packed for the week and reservations had already been made.

you’re on the far end of the bed while childe is comfortable. the pillows smell like his shampoo. you can’t sleep, and he notices that. childe snickers at how you’re trying so hard not to fall off the bed.

“c’mere.” he offers, “there’s space.”

“there isn’t.”

“trust me, i don’t like this either.” what a liar, he thought to himself.

you reluctantly shift closer to him, yet thankful he offered—you were close to moving anyway. “this is so stupid.”

when you wake, you find yourself facing the wall—childe’s arms are wrapped around your waist, his chest pressing against your back. he’s still asleep, his light snores being the only thing you can hear. you tell yourself this is not what you wished to wake up to, but the blush creeping up on your face says everything.

ZHONGLI finds it completely normal. he cannot take a hint. it was just a business trip, and he didn’t want you (his secretary) to sleep uncomfortably. you had much to do the morning after and a sore back would do you no good—he was just being a responsible boss. just that, nothing else. he doesn’t notice the blush on your cheeks when he tells you to get in bed with him, and when he tells you goodnight when his face is only inches away from yours. it seems like you don’t notice how he gets a little nervous when you move closer—or accidentally brush your hands against his under the sheets, either.

zhongli takes off his slippers, then throwing the towel on his neck onto the chair next to the nightstand. you’re already in bed, laying down like a mummy—afraid to make a bad impression.

“busy day tomorrow.” he says. “goodnight, y/n.”

you muster the courage to say it back, but the heartbeat pulsing in your ears make it hard. “goodnight.”

“why are you laying down like that?” he suddenly says, just moments after you close your eyes. you jolt awake, surprised he would ask.

“i don’t want to make you uncomfortable, mr. zhongli–“

“don’t be ridiculous. come.” this is not normal. superiors are not supposed to be in the same bed as their secretaries. you’re not supposed to be in the same bed as your superior. nevertheless, he’s your boss. if he wants you to come closer, who are you to disobey?

you move closer to him, letting out a sigh of relief because theres much more space on his side of the bed. you hope it won’t be awkward at tomorrow morning’s meeting, and you hope no one catches you leaving his hotel room as soon as the sun rises.

your eyes open and the sun is rising. the sky is a pink-orange colour—the air is warm, but not too warm. you turn your gaze to your side and see zhongli, sleeping peacefully, and it hits you that you’ve never seen your boss like this. you’d just assumed that he never slept; such a workaholic he is. with his position, who has time to get shuteye?

you don’t realise he’s awake until he says something. you’ve been staring at him for a few minutes now.

“take a picture, it’ll last longer, miss y/n.”

you’re too tired to feel embarrassed, but the red on your cheeks show it anyway. “good morning, mr zhongli.”

“first time i’ve slept so soundly,” he smiles, “we should do this more often.”

zhongli was always blunt and straightforward, though it never bothered you. in fact, you admired that about him—something about the morning air and your boss waking up next to you stirs something in your chest.

THOMA was the shy classmate you always wanted to befriend. he was often seen reading books in the corner of the classroom, his head down and his eyes scanning pages. you were the popular kid, always being approached by those who are interested in you—but thoma was the only one who could catch your attention. you end up making friends with him, and spontaneously invite him on a trip outside the city. a small hostel was all you two could find, and even then, the prices were… outrageous.

“i could pay for two rooms, if you’re not comfortable.” you offered him, but knowing thoma, he’d probably decline and say—

“no, that’s a lot of money.” he shakes his head, “we came all this way. we still need money to head home.” of course, thoma was too sweet to make you do such a thing for him.

when you enter the room, you’re surprised to see only one bed. you’d just sleep on the floor, you thought—you dragged thoma out here, it would only be polite to do such a thing for him.

“so you wanna face the wall or..”

“what?”

“oh, you’re not sleeping on the floor, are you?” he questions, and you think he must be going crazy. what kind of guy asks a question like that? “we walked a lot today.”

your confidence is nowhere to be found now—with thoma, it’s hard for you to find the right words to say because you’re always so nervous; it’s a curse, especially during times like these. you decide to just suck it up for the night. thoma was a deep sleeper; and you knew this because of the train ride here—he was snoring so loud the whole cabin could hear him, and your pokes and shoves did nothing to wake him. it wouldn’t be much of an issue to sleep next to him, you hope.

it’s surprisingly easy to fall asleep next to thoma, his body warms the bed up and you find yourself inching closer to him as the hours pass—it’s comfortable, regrettably, but you can’t help yourself. it’s 4 in the morning when your head is buried into thoma’s shoulder, warmth encapsulating you; and the air is quiet until he speaks.

“it’s so cold tonight,” he’s complaining, though his tone sounds awfully happy, and you feel him hold your hand under the covers. “this hostel is so shitty.”

“isn’t it?” you’re smiling so hard you swear your cheeks are going to fall off. thank the stars it’s pitch dark in the room.

you wake hours later, thoma’s arm under your neck and holding you close. it’s no longer cold, you realise. you hear snoring in your right ear, and you’re once again thankful he can’t see your expression—a bright red.

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earthtooz · 8 months

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x : THE JOKER AND THE QUEEN :*+ﾟ

in which: you are the best thing to ever to childe, but what will happen when you find out the truth about his profession?

warnings: 4k wc, fluff to angst, ambiguous ending huehue, childe is a whipped loser in love, set in canon, reader has undescribed trauma with fatui (ooo), reader is not referred to with pronouns or a gender but there is a mention of 'queen' (it's up to you how you see it), mentions of violence, childe being referred to as 'ajax', argument, both reader and childe cry, aether and paimon appearance!

a/n: this one might hurt. apologies. (girl u know i want ur love...)

The sun is radiant gold when Childe walks down his peaceful, routine path, away from the bustling commerce centre and towards a peculiar place that he’s called home in Liyue. There are still a million tasks yet to be completed, but for now, his feet take him to the solitude that waits for him at the end of day.

When Childe arrives at the manor that is his residence in this foreign city, there’s a lifeless kind of calm, the rustling of leaves and flowing stream are the only things to welcome him, but he knows better. Doesn’t need to confirm it when his feet naturally take him upstairs, winding through corridors and towards the balcony that overlooks the horizon.

The view is very picturesque, overlooking the grandiose Liyue mountains that are decorated with incomparable flora and fauna, but you are there, and he can’t bring himself to look anywhere else.

You are the best reprieve for his tiring days, and although he will be returning to the Northland Bank to try and solve some of his troubles, the majority of them can be quelled by your presence alone.

“My darling,” the words slip past his lips without any trouble, and the relief he feels when you turn around and smile at him is insurmountable. Suddenly his hardships dissipate, his lungs are cleared, and his limbs don’t feel as heavy anymore (he can’t think of many people who grin up at him like you do. He hopes you never stop smiling at him like that).

Still, he walks to stand in front of you, and collapses to the floor, resting on his knees by your feet like a faithful jester to his queen. His armour drops and Childe becomes nothing but a man in love before you because there is nothing more human than loving someone more than yourself.

“Why so exhausted, Ajax?” You ask.

“The days are bothersome, my love,” he murmurs quietly, slightly muffled, but he then turns his head to look up at you, arms now hugging your calves. “But coming home to you make them infinitely better.”

“Any good home will bring you comfort,” you deflect, but your words reminds him of a distant, golden memory back in Snezhnaya. The unforgiving, snowy plains had always been his home, the frost that clung to dead tree branches, and the footsteps that he and his siblings left behind in the blankets would were memories of easier times, but here, sitting by you with a chin on your knees, is a memoir of his favourite home.

The sensation of your hand running through his orange locks take him out of his daydreams, and he melts right into your touch, blood-stained hands completely and wholly attached to you. He commits you to memory, savours the feeling of your warmth against his so he can feel it even whilst he’s away from you.

Can a home be a person?

He dares to close his eyes. Here, he is safe. Here, he can rest peacefully.

“How was your day?” Asks Childe, stimulating pointless conversation so that he could talk to you and hear your voice that will power him through the tedious night to come.

You begin to talk about the things you had to do today, about the customers you had to deal with, about the errands you still need to run, and all the pressing orders you needed to attend to- hearing it all places an aching weight on his chest. If Childe could have things his way, you wouldn’t need to work at all. You would live life peacefully by his side, without a day of stress as you roam around Liyue Harbour or anywhere else you would want to go, with him holding your arm (would you return to Snezhnaya with him?).

Alas, life is not so easy nor carefree, but you make it significantly better.

“How pretty is the sunset,” you comment. “Look.”

He almost doesn’t want to, doesn’t want to put any space between the two of you because looking at the sunset means turning around to face the rays that warm his back, but it’s you who asked him, so Childe turns around and observes the gorgeous blend of colours. He then decides that it’s nothing compared to your beauty.

“Yes, yes, splendid,” the orange-haired agrees, promptly turning back around to look up at you, with a sickening amount of love evident in his eyes.

“You didn’t even look properly.”

“I’m looking at something much more important right now.”

You shy away at your lover’s blatancy, pushing his face to the side to break his gaze. “Such unabashed flattery, do you have no shame?”

“None! None at all!”

You sigh, a smile creeping at the corners of your lips, timidity teasing Childe as he aches to see more. Reaching for your hands, he intertwines his around them, feeling light as he basks in the softness of your touch that starkly contrast the roughness of his hardened palms.

His gentle action causes your bracelets to jingle, pure gold and the finest gems of Liyue tinkering quietly against each other. They are gifts from him, he knows because he only buys the best for you.

“Will you be staying tonight?” You ask.

His gaze sadly falls to the ground as a regretful, ‘no, I won’t be’ slips past his lips. Tonight, instead of being in your company and resting beside you under the gentle beams of the moonlight, his dedicated Fatui subordinates will be with him instead. The blood on his hands will accumulate and pool by his feet as outstanding debts and scores will be settled, signed with fear and horror as the silence of Liyue sees an unspeakable monster.

Then, the monster will come crawling to you, fatigued and dirtied with an unrestrained desire to be by your side for as long as time will allow.

“That’s a shame,” you mutter and Childe winces at the disappointment in your tone. “You work too hard, you know?”

“It’s just what I need to do,” murmurs the orange-haired, “wish I could spend more time with you, though.”

“It’s alright, as long as I get to see you, I’m happy.”

He rests his cheek on your knee once more, eyes drooping close. Frighteningly quick, the fatigue he feels from all of his laborious duties catch up to him, latching onto him like a parasite. A nap wouldn’t hurt,

Nothing can take you away from him, not without a fight. He will bear his teeth, slash his swords until the blades dull, until his bow snaps in half, and until all that’s left of him is a pulp that lies helplessly on the floor, the love pouring from his wounds. Childe only hopes that his last moments are spent in your embrace.

But what will become of this warrior when you’re his opponent? What if you are the one he fights against- what then?

When you wake up one, unassuming morning, you wake up alone. No Ajax to accompany you, the only indication that he was here being the breakfast he had prepared for you that sat atop the counter top. The warmth of the meal lingers, meaning that he must not have left that long ago, and you have to wonder how he knows you so well to guarantee that breakfast is still warm by the time you come down.

Retrieving a book from the main entrance’s bookshelf, you catch a glimpse of a large box sitting on the entrance table. There is a note beside it, addressed to ‘Traveller’ and signed with ‘Childe’- the name Ajax has supposedly taken up whilst here in Liyue; a merchant name of sorts, he claims.

You mentally note to listen extra carefully for any knocks at the door, but for now, the promise of a day of relaxation and no work relieves you. Being swamped up in all of your duties meant that you kept forgetting to tell Ajax that you were free for the day, but perhaps you’ll surprise him with a filling and hearty dinner. Work didn’t seem to be all that easy for him either, so you’re sure he’d appreciate the gesture.

What you weren’t prepared for, however, was discovering a secret that your lover had been hiding from you all this time- in the form of two travellers.

The anticipated knock on the door came near noon, and two voices from the other side are muffled by the heavy material of the entrance. “Childe said no one would be home, why would you knock?” A high-pitched voice berates.

“Because manners, Paimon!” A male voice retaliates, “even if no one was home, it’s nice to make sure. We shouldn’t barge in without warning.”

“Can you unlock the door yet? Paimon’s dying to know what inside looks like! This property looks so expensive, can you even how much Mora this place is worth! I bet the inside is even-”

The conversation is cut short when you open the door with a soft click, pulling it open slightly. What you’re greeted by, however, is a blond boy with a floating companion, who both wear similar expressions of shock.

“Uh, hello!” You greet with a small smile, feeling slightly awkward.

“Hello, is this Childe’s residence?” The floating one- who you assume is Paimon, asks.

“You’re at the right place.”

“But he told us no one would be home today!”

“He would be right normally, but I have the day off work. Are you two travellers?”

“Yeah, we are! And who are you?”

“My name’s Y/n, I’m Childe’s significant other.”

“Childe has a lover?” Paimon’s eyes widen even more if that was even possible. To be honest, this whole scenario was incredibly entertaining. “Since when!”

“We’ve been together for a while. Has he never mentioned me?”

“No! I didn’t even think he could have one with his line of work-”

“-Uhm, we’re kind of in a hurry, I apologise for cutting the conversation,” the blond boy apologises, giving his companion a look before glancing back at you, friendly smile and shining eyes to match his innocent demeanour. “We’re here to pick up something.”

“Ah yes, I did see it. It is rather big, though, could I trouble the two of you to help me bring it out?” You ask, feeling rather embarrassed to bother your guests, but you don’t feel confident to carry the package alone.

“No trouble at all,” he reassures.

“We can come in, right?” Paimon asks, voice lilting up an octave as mirth shines in her eyes.

“Yes, yes, no need to take off your shoes.” You open the door wider for the two, the floating one flying in first, immediately marvelling at the interior, admiration tangible whilst the blond is a little more reserved, thanking you first before coming in.

What an intriguing pair.

“My name is Aether, and that’s Paimon. I just realised we hadn’t introduced ourselves.”

“It’s lovely to meet the two of you. Do you do business with Childe often?” Your tongue almost strains at the mention of his business name, but if your boyfriend had appearances to keep, then you needed to try to uphold it too.

Paimon flies over to Aether, joining the conversation. “You could say that. Sometimes he causes more trouble than it’s worth!”

“That sounds like him,” you huff, an affectionate smile appearing on your face. “The package is right here, but like I said, it seems quite heavy.”

“Allow me,” Aether volunteers, stepping forward to carry the box by himself. He stumbles a little due to the weight, and you hold your hands out just in case.

“Are you sure you don’t need any help?”

The blond merely huffs before shifting the box to one arm. “No need, we’re troubling you enough already.”

“I see. I apologise, if I had known what time you were coming I would have brewed some tea for you two, Liyue has a very fine selection,” you say, fiddling with your thumbs.

“Aww! Paimon would have loved to try some!”

“Thank you for the offer, I would have liked to try some too, but we are short for time,” Aether explains.

“Then just wait here, I’ll fetch a bag for you to keep on your travels.”

You leave the entrance room before either of them have the chance to reject your offer, and you’re back almost immediately. A new batch you ordered just came in yesterday, so it did not take long for you to try and figure out which one you would like to gift Childe’s… ‘client’.

“Here,” you hand it to Paimon, who hugs the bag closely to her body. “Travellers need to be at their top shape, right? Hopefully this is something that will rejuvenate you on your journey.”

“This is too kind,” Aether begins, “thank you. We’ll make sure to great care of it.”

“It’s fine! Anyone that is associated with Childe are welcomed here, so long as they’re a nice person that is,” you laugh.

“You can bet we’re the nicest of the bunch!” Paimon exclaims. “I doubt he meets many nice people being a Fatui Harbinger and all!”

A… what?

Sensing the sudden shift in your mood, Aether’s eyes widen and he tugs at the leg of his companion. “Uh, it was nice meeting you Y/n! Paimon and I will be off now, thank you for the package and tea!” The last statement is nothing but a blend of words toppled over each other as the two practically hurry out of the estate, door slamming behind them in their rush.

Their abrupt leave didn’t impact you much though, because what did Paimon mean when she said ‘Fatui Harbinger’? Was… Ajax hiding something from you? Or is he Childe? What is the use for a merchant name, anyways? Businessmen don’t usually have identities to keep, but how dire could it be in his industry? After all, second names are only used when wanting to protect yourself from harm, to keep people from knowing who they truly were… a code name for… an organisation like the Fatui to identify them by.

You feel sick, and your hand weakly snakes up to cover your mouth, the other gripping the edge of the table for some sense of stability in your crumbling world.

Memories come flooding back like a tidal wave, drowning you in the heaviness of the thoughts that clasp around your ankle like anchors. It’s hard to push them away, to ease your mind from the nauseating images that still haunt you to this day: the desperation of your family, the cries, the helpless feeling of being a mere pawn in the game of the Fatui.

(It hurts to think that you never escaped. After finally surviving through years of hardship, you’ve returned right into the hands of those who caused it, and the thought reminds you of how defeatable you always will be.

Ajax- Childe, has likely caused devastation similar to the one that wrecked your village years ago. He has blood on his hands, the same ones that have held you tightly against him and stroked your hair. You have kissed his lips- ones that command horrendous acts for others to see through. You love his heart, the same one that probably froze over in Snezhnaya years ago.

You are with someone who has inflicted pain and suffering onto others, and will continue to do so for years to come. But worst of all, you are with a liar, who now makes you question what is and isn’t true.)

Childe returns home at sunset, the rattling of his keys against wood causing fear to crawl down your spine.

“I’m home!” His cheery voice calls from the front door, and to his surprise, you are sitting on one of the more uncomfortable couches that is merely for decor rather than functionality. “My love, why are you sitting there? There are far more comfortable seats for you-”

“Welcome home, Childe.”

He pauses in his steps and feels the world stop momentarily. “Darling? What’s with the name?” The Harbinger tries to laugh, but really, you’re scaring him. Very much so. “Come on, you know you don’t need to call me that. Here, I brought back some food that I thought you would enjoy from-”

“When were you going to tell me?” You’re standing now, slowly stepping towards him as your clothes flow with your every movement. Childe has no time to admire though, not when you and this swirling premonition in his gut is frightening him.

“Tell you what?” The pit in his stomach already knows.

“Must you act a fool?”

“To what?” He continues because it’s his first instinct to lie. “Darling, please tell me what is troubling you.”

“Please don’t play dumb, I just need the truth, especially now out of all times, are you really a…” you plead, voice trailing off as you hold yourself back from shattering. “You’re not who I think you are, are you?”

“Why do you sound so sad? What happened?” He whispers, beginning to feel the back of his eyes burn as tears invade his eyes.

“A-are you really with the Fatui? A Harbinger, too?” The words fall from your mouth like anvils and suddenly the title that brought him pride and honour through the years dulls. His eyes widen, and the gulp of his throat is all you need to know.

“I love you,” large, blistered hands desperately reach for you, aching to hold you still because he’s terrified. What if you slip through his fingers and run? What if you go somewhere he can’t follow? “I love you-”

“Just give me the truth, Ajax. I practically know, I just need to hear it from you,” you choke. The call of his name causes him to cave, a hesitant ‘yes’ slipping past his lips, crushing you with the weight of the truth. You cry first and like dominoes, his tears follow.

“Don’t cry,” he hiccups through his own sobs, hands locking around your wrists like bracelets. “I hate it when you cry.”

“Childe-”

“It’s Ajax to you,” the Harbinger pleads, grip tightening in desperation.

“I don’t know what you are to me anymore!” You retaliate, “this whole time, you’ve been lying to me when you know about what happened. I’ve told you everything, and you still decide to keep this from me!” You stumble away from him with more force than necessary, bumping into a table nearby and causing the vase that adorns it to drop. A shrill crack echoes through the room, and instantaneously, he rushes to your aid, asking if you’re hurt as pieces of fina china lay on the floor, water pooling around his feet.

Mixed in the puddle, are the anxieties and worries that come fumbling out of his mouth. He then pretends like it doesn’t break his heart when you scramble away from him.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” You ask, voice strained and quiet.

“If I had told you, would you have stayed, or would you have ran away?”

Your silence chokes him, filling up his airways with lead as he nervously awaits your answer. “I don’t know, but I wouldn’t have stayed.”

Childe’s expression glistens with sadness, so crystal clear that it makes his eyes gleam like diamonds deep from the Chasm. “I see.”

“-But I would have appreciated it hearing from you than someone else.”

“Then how did you found out?” He demands, forcing his tone to be soft.

“If I tell you you’ll go and hurt them,” you murmur. “I don’t want that to happen.”

With one look at you, it’s clear that you think Childe will hurt you too with the way you cower from him, as if he could ever lay a finger on you or even point a blade in your direction, but the vision hanging on his hip feels heavier than ever. It’s a haunting reminder of who he is, and what he is capable of.

You feel miles away, how on Teyvat is he going to pull you back?

“Who are you really?”

“I’m yours-”

“-I’m not in the mood for your flirtatious quips,” you snap, hugging yourself.

“But it’s true, I love you, Y/n, don’t you know?”

“No, no I don’t. I don’t know what else you’re lying about.”

“Oh come on,” he exasperatedly exclaims, “we’ve been together for so long, the day we met you met the real me, as Ajax, not Childe of the 11th Fatui Harbingers. What’s the big deal? Just because I follow the Tsaritsa doesn’t mean I’m not the same Ajax you know, Y/n, please.”

“It’s not only that you’re apart of the Fatui, Ajax- the world is grey, there are things I will never understand. I’m upset because you lied. Like you said, we’ve been together for so long, yet I’m only finding out about this now, so what else don’t I know?” Your voice breaks.

He takes a step forward, but you only take one back, maintaining the distance even though the Snezhnaya native wants nothing more than to just hold you, to secure his place by your side because what can he do without you?

“What else are you keeping from me? What can I trust about you anymore? You say your real name is Ajax, but how can I know that?”

Seeing you so upset, so glum, so devoid of the light that makes you you causes his heart to cease, his throat to dry, and sheer terror to flood through him.

Childe’s seen the face of death, multiple times before, yet he’s never been this scared in his whole life. He’s losing you, he can feel it, but what can he do about it? What can he say that could possibly bring you back? (What good is a jester without the throne he was sworn to entertain? You can’t desert him, he will perform a thousand tricks if it enamours you into staying, will sacrifice more of himself to you if it means you will remain here, safe and sound in his arms.)

You are the reason he returns home everyday, to make sure that you are healthy, happy, and most importantly, that you haven’t left him without a word. If he had to, he would have killed for you, fought anyone and everyone until all that remained of him was the warrior heart that beat for you. But he could have never preempted this, nothing could have ever prepared for him to be the reason that you were leaving.

“I need some space,” you murmur, “to think this all through. Give me some time.”

“What? No,” murmurs the orange-haired. “No, no, no, we can talk about this, right?”

“Talking won’t do anything, I need time alone.”

The idea of being away from you causes Childe to almost sink to his knees and succumb to the bones in his body that ache to beg at your feet to stay. The cry of your name is weak, but so very desperate as he looks at you through a blurry vision.

You’re walking towards the front door, each step you take is another one away from him, away from the paradise that he’s been gifted. There are many ways he can stop you right now, his options are far from limited and although they are physical, they are all very effective, but he surrenders instead. Drops his weapons as he lets you go.

“How long?” Is all that Childe asks.

“I don’t know,” you murmur, hand reaching for the door knob.

“No more than two weeks, please.” Childe doesn’t know if he can handle being away from you for even a day, let alone fourteen.

“I’ll try.”

“I’ll search all of Teyvat if that’s what it takes to bring you home,” he affirms, clearing through sobs just to get the words out. He doesn’t back down without a fight, that’s just who he is, so his next words are etched with certainty and clarity, hoping to pierce your defences with arrows of undying devotion. “That’s a promise.”

“I know.”

You shut the door behind you.

apologies if there is incorrect lore + if anyone is mischaracterised LOL i have only been playing genshin for like a month.

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osachiyo · 3 months

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note — no thoughts just girldad!childe :( fem!reader + not proofread !

in the cozy corner of the living room, your daughter, little nadya arranged her stuffed animals around a miniature table. "daddy, it's time for tea!" she exclaimed, holding a tiny plastic teapot.

her father, ajax, with a warm smile, lowered himself onto a tiny chair. "i'm honored to be your guest, princess nadya. what's on the menu today?"

nadya poured imaginary tea into her father's cup, giggling. "we have magic tea with honey and unicorn cupcakes! don't forget the pixie sprinkles."

he sipped the invisible tea, pretending to savor its sweetness. "delicious! your tea parties are the best in the kingdom."

nadya's eyes sparkled with joy. "daddy, you're the king, and i'm the princess, right?"

he nodded, playing along. "indeed, my princess. and in our magical kingdom, every tea party is a grand celebration."

as they continued their make-believe feast, the room echoed with laughter and the tinkling of imaginary tea cups. in that enchanting moment, it wasn't just a tea party; it was a cherished memory, crafted with love between a father and his little princess. moments later, you entered the room, chuckling softly at the adorable sight. seeing you, ajax called out, "look who's here, nadya — it's your mommy, the fairy queen!" with a playful twinkle in your eyes, you joined the whimsical tea party.

"may i join the royal tea gathering, my dears?" you asked.

nadya beamed, her joy infectious. "yes, mommy! you can be the fairy queen!"

ajax, still seated on the tiny chair, stood up with a bow. "your majesty," he said to you, "we are honored by your presence in our magical kingdom."

with grace, you sat down, and the enchanted tea party continued. nadya poured imaginary tea for you, and together, you all pretended to savor the sweetness of the magical concoctions.

amidst the laughter and playful banter during the imaginary tea party, you couldn't resist expressing your affection for ajax, he just looked way too cute with the little bows your daughter had put on his ginger hair. as he shared a joke, you leaned in, planting a tender kiss on his cheek. the room filled with a brief pause, a moment suspended in the magic of love and connection. ajax, touched by the sweet gesture, smiled warmly, before kissing you back — on the lips. and the enchanted tea party continued, now with an added layer of warmth and shared affection in the air.

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mistachesme · 2 years

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They pretend to be your boyfriend pt. 2 (ft kazuha, childe)

With surprise cameos ofc <3. Highly unedited. Not sure if it came out good tho :')

Tw- drinking, some creep in childe's part

Kazuha

- it came out as surprise that kazuha of all ppl was asking you to pretend to be his lover for one evening

- "It's to get my moms to stop setting me up with random people." He explained to you.

- you recalled the first time you met his mom, you were so nervous. But, beidou's easygoing personality and her infectious laugh made you feel at ease at once.

- kazuha was your dear friend. Despite having feelings for him, you never acted on them 'cause you cherished his friendship and was afraid of his rejection.

- looking at the way he seemed so troubled, you couldn't reject his request.

"This doesn't change anything right?" You tentatively asked. There was an odd look on his face, before it was gone. He nodded.

"Fine then. I will come by your house."

- you felt so loved. all your favourite food was on the dinning table.

"I had to ask kazuha what your favourite dishes were. I hope you enjoy my cooking." Ningguang smiled at you.

"I thought they were your friend. Why didn't you tell us before." Beidou laughed, nudging a blushing kazuha.

- soon the dining hall was filled with laughter, and you can't help but feel guilty for lying to the two amazing women.

- so when you and kazuha were finally left alone, you tell him that his family was amazing.

"Thank you for agreeing to this. My mothers were really happy you came." Kazuha said, truthfully.

- you nod and went back to eating the almond tofu on your plate.

"Your mom makes the best almond tofu, I swear."

- "Almond tofu is not the only good thing my mom has you know." Kazuha whispered in your ear with a smirk.

- your mind went blank with a *windows XP shutting down sound*

Childe

"You're blind date didn't go well huh? Hu Tao told me." Childe slurrs, drunkenly putting his arm around you as he laughs.

"I suggest you to shut your shitty mouth."

- currently you are out drinking with your friends after a long week and of course this bastard had to tag along.

"I think I know why you get dumped so easily." He side eyes you with a smug face.

"If you don't shut up, I'm gonna shove this glass of wine up your ass."

- zhongli watches the two of you fight in amusement as he sips his wine.

"Is this how they get every time they get drunk?" Hu Tao laughs.

"Indeed." He responds with a knowing smile.

- "I'm gonna take a piss. Be right back." You say, slipping away from childe's hold, before disappearing into the crowd.

"Oi.. don't go alone it's dangerous."

You ignore childe's worried calling as you navigate your way to the washroom. The club is too crowdy.

-Not too long after, you hear footsteps behind you and you sigh, knowing who it is.

- "I told you not to go alone." You feel his arm snaking around your waist as you walk.

"Fine." You sigh, leaning on his arm. "Wait outside the washroom, okay?"

- but when you come back, you find childe talking to someone on call. So, you keep your distance. It's probably teucer.

- you dont notice untill later someone approaching you.

"Are you alone, sweetie?" This dude asks, stepping too close to you with a disgusting grin on his face.

"I came with my friends. And, leave me alone, you creep." You snap at him.

"Now, now don't be like that." He says, grabbing your arm.

- at this point you were so pissed. Before you could land a proper punch on his face, you find yourself being pulled away from him and into a familiar set of arms.

- "Don't you know better than touching someone's lover." Childe speaks to him in a warning tone. "They got a boyfriend, you know?"

- "Boyfriend?" The creepy guy looks questioningly at you and then at childe.

- "Yeah, he is here you know." Childe whirls around looking through the crowd, making the other guy look around.

"Where would he be?" The other guy scoffs.

"Why, he's right in front of you." Childe chirps, turning back to him with a smile. You roll your eyes at that. What a dramatic ass.

- "I need to teach you a proper lesson for touching my things before you leave."

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andraxicated · 9 months

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Intimacy in all its forms

Pairings: ayato, heizou, albedo, kaeya, childe, scaramouche x f! reader

tags: fluff | highschool au! (currently reading seasons of blossom and i'm not okay)

a/n: this will probably be one of my last writings here before i'm once again swept up in school. this will be 3 parts with other characs!

taken from prompts here

pt. 2

Ayato | The intimacy of someone falling asleep next to you. On your shoulder. In your company.

—he was oh so capable. everyone admired and trusted him, he was all smiles to them and they'd worship the ground he walked on. he was good at everything; academics and athletics, student government positions, and work that seemed too much for one person. he handled it all like some kind of superman and you hated it so much. you hated how ayato promised he'd change his attitude when you're dating and he broke it—seeing him still handling paperwork when the sun was starting to set and the school was about to be empty.

"are you done?" you ask, leaning against the door to be met with his sorry eyes and words. "sorry (y/n), i'm about to be finished soon, you can go now if you want." what kind of question was that? of course, you'd stay with him.

you pull out a nearby chair and sat next to him, leaning closer and resting your head on his shoulder. "I can't have my afternoon nap because of you" you mutter before closing your eyes, hearing his hushed apologies that you inwardly groan to. and when you wake up, both of you go together in the darkened hallways hand-in-hand, passing by empty classrooms that you refuse to look at and ayato chuckles while glancing at you.

he doesn't call for a car ride when he's staying late, in fear of inconveniencing the family drivers but you tell him he's the only one who'd be inconvenienced commuting at a rush hour.

"how could I be inconvenienced when you're with me?" he says before yawning, a sign that he was about to succumb to exhaustion, and soon you feel a weight on your shoulder to see his blue hair nuzzling your face. ayato fell asleep on your shoulder as you held his hand, smoothing his knuckles over.

it was far from an uncomfortable silence. to have him resting on your shoulder, in your company, laying his guard down, and being vulnerable around you is enough to make your heart melt. you remember feeling something press against your head earlier when you were asleep on his shoulder, it felt like a kiss. and you know you'd always return the favor so you lean down a bit and kiss the top of his head, careful not to disturb him in this short slumber.

"take it easy sometimes, will you?" you whisper.

Heizou | The intimacy of “How did you know that?” “Because I know you.”

—you learned from the very start that heizou was a deductive person. it's like he knew everything as he was very quick to pick up on things. he even notices random stuff that you don't even know about. and all these little things he points out pile up and makes your heart flutter. you seriously think you're catching feelings and you hope this was one thing heizou won't know.

"you have something on your mind? you've been zoning out since earlier like your soul had flown out." he asks and you brush it off by saying you're just stressed from doing schoolwork. heizou won't pry if you don't want to tell him so instead...he's going to be the one to tell you something that's been weighing heavily on his mind.

it was just a peaceful day hanging out with him until he blurts out a confession out of the blue. "I like you (y/n)" he says and you're staring at him unbelievably with your eyes wide and mouth parted. he continues, "and I know that you like me too...at least from what I observed. turn me down if I'm wrong-"

"wait. how did you know that?" you cut him off. and you weren't even obvious with your crush from what you think. does he really know you that well to let you face your feelings for him?

"because i know you"

it had been bold of him to take that leap of faith to you. because there was that slight chance that he was just assuming and you only saw him as a friend. but his risk paid off knowing you all these years, staying by your side, and watching you fall for other people. for the first time, he chose to trust his guts rather than his mind. and it was rewarding to see you smile and hear your answer to his confession.

"once again you're right. i like you too, heizou"

Albedo | The intimacy of seeing someone’s unfocused eyes when they first wake up

—your eyes flutter open and the first thing you see is long lashes and striking tufts of blonde hair. you're curled up against the bed, a safe distance from this warm body and you haven't processed the information yet that your "classmate" is still here and you slept in the same bed together.

your parents are coming home today by the way.

you mutter a curse, soon realizing that the wet streets have dried and albedo is still here. oh my god. albedo! you wanted to scream but he looked so peaceful sleeping, you thought it would be a crime to wake him. but from your stirring and panic, you stop for a bit just to see his eyes flutter open, staring at the ceiling for a moment, revealing a lovely color of teal that soon moved to stare at you.

"good morning" he groggily greets and you say it back meekly. oh you've been a bad bad girl. when your parents are away from vacation, you invited your boyfriend to your house for a movie and cuddles since it was rainy season. turns out, you lead him to the bed for a continued cuddle session until you fell asleep.

you both sit up at the same time and you carefully watch what he does next. albedo looks at you as you flinch in surprise. "I should go now, you said your parents are coming back today, right?" you nod and he moves to kiss your forehead, feeling the warmth of his soft lips that closed your eyes. "I should've said no but unfortunately, I realized I couldn't resist you. I'm dating a bad influence." albedo says, playing with your fingers as you shake your head while giggling.

"let's have breakfast together first. then you can go after that, we have plenty of time." you whisper, kissing his cheek before going out of your room, feeling flushed and giddy from this intimate secret.

Kaeya | The intimacy of someone saying "Text me when you're home safe."

—"you don't have to do this", you shake your head looking up at him yet he gives you an easy smile in return. "this is the least I could do as your suitor." he insisted to wait with you at the stop until your transportation arrives. kaeya always made you feel safe and assured, he was constantly looking out for you. and before you go, he held your arm and said "Text me when you're home safe." so when you arrive, you let down your bag and pull out your phone to text kaeya.

"I'm home now! how about you?" you waited for a few minutes, growing worried until you see him typing a message that read, "home too. it's raining these days and it's going to be hard to commute. do you want me to give you a ride home starting tomorrow?"

you type in, feeling embarrassed yet he beat you to it saying "it's only for the rainy days. i hate seeing you squeezing against other commuters too."

yet he didn't say you'd see his brother too in the front seat with kaeya enthusiastically tapping the passenger seat at the back for you to sit in. it was very awkward in the car, proceeding to kaeya's smooth words that his brother lets out a groan every few minutes or so. you know it was his way of letting his brother know that he actually has a girl with him.

"hi can you please drop me off just around the corner? it will be fine thank you." you spoke to the driver with a smile and kaeya was confused as to why you wanted to be dropped off there.

"are you hiding something from me? a secret boyfriend coming over?" he teases yet he was quite nervous for the reason. you laugh it off, pushing him playfully before easing his worries.

"my parents still don't know about you, right? let's avoid any confrontations for now, I just don't want to be teased by my family that's all." you held his hand, giving it a little squeeze to see him break out in a small smile. "i'm not hiding something i swear! i'm serious about you. i like you kaeya!" if someone, even your neighbors saw this sleek black car parking in front and you coming out of it, it will certainly be the topic of gossip. you just wanted to avoid that.

"i know. i like you too. but was that your answer—" "ehem, (y/n) here we are. stay safe." diluc cuts him off with a cough, announcing your location and you pull away much to kaeya's dismay. you give him your brightest smile before shyly waving, thanking the brothers and the driver then got out of the car, walking to your house, knowing they're still there parked and watching you go in.

kaeya's phone beeps, a notification of your message saying, "I'm home! Thank you for the ride♡"

Childe | The intimacy of instantly recognising someone’s handwriting

—a piece of paper had found itself bouncing on your desk, all crumpled and white. you open it, not taking a glance at whoever behind you had thrown that but as soon as you open it you already know who it came from.

it was very evident from the handwriting, nice and clean but in terms of penmanship against other people you know, this person was on the middle tier. it was not something that gets someone to say "wow, your handwriting's good!" yet you loved seeing it anyway.

and you know he could see the corner of your lips rise from his view, it made him mirror the grin you so subtly hide in fear of being called out. you take a glance at the teacher before writing on the piece of paper.

replying to the message written, "Let's have lunch together :(( I miss you"

you write in, "Okay! And I missed you too even though we literally talked 10 minutes ago", you crumpled it back and threw the paper without looking, hoping ajax could somehow catch it.

have some faith in your boyfriend, would you? he's not part of the athletes if he's not that agile at catching. he secretly opens it and fails to hold back his chuckle that drew question marks above everybody's heads.

Scaramouche | The intimacy of answering the phone "Hey you."

—the phone rang, the door locked, and his heart fast as he was nervous about talking to you. pacing around, running a scenario of what would happen once you answered the phone.

scaramouche doesn't wait yet he finds himself wishing you'd pick up. but ultimately the tone ended without being answered and he was left with his screen showing a failed call.

he sighed, wanting to retire for the night until his phone rang once again with your name on it. he dives onto the bed to get ahold of the device and picks it up, speaking first as he always gets the first word.

"hey you"

"What's up?" he hated your dry reply. "What took you so long to pick up?" he wanted to know what kept you busy, didn't he tell you to always answer your phone when he calls?

"I took a shower and cleaned myself up. I'm literally in a towel. Why did you call?"

he didn't mean to do it but he immediately created a mental image of you freshly out of the shower with your hair wet and wearing a towel. the tip of his ears turned hot and he struggled to speak until you laughed over the phone and reminded him of what he was to you.

"hey boyfriend. you shouldn't be thinking of anything funny—"

"I wasn't!" he acted like a provoked cat as his shout tore that his mom shouted back asking who he was fighting. he was certainly fighting you and your schemes to get him all flustered, it worked though. and scara never changed, even after everything he always had the first word in calls. a "hey you" laced with unconcealed affection and a cheeky grin that follows.

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l0serloki · 1 year

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Before Bed

Sleeping Headcanons with Genshin Characters

(Childe, Diluc, Itto, Jean, Kazuha, Zhongli)

CW : Insomnia (Kazuha), OCD mention (Jean)

A/N : @butterflybboy gave me the lovely idea for these - thanks my slay queen girl boss

Childe :

“Babe, are you asleep? Oh shit, sorry” (he wakes you up every night, he says its on accident but its def not, he wants attention)

He’s the type of guy to starfish the bed

“Well, you can just lay on top of me”

Places light kisses on your neck before drifting off to sleep

He has to wake up early for work but he will give you a quick kiss on the head and a ‘sleep well, baby’

You felt Childe’s hands shake you, a groan leaving your mouth. He did this every night if you were asleep. You loved the man but his need for attention was on a whole other level. “Were you asleep? Sorry, baby..” His voice trailed off as he pulled you into his side. You could only roll your eyes at his fake apology, arms wrapping around him. “Yeah, I bet you’re so sorry. Love you, AJ.” You could feel his chest hum, his lips meeting yours for a quick kiss. “Love you too, Y/N. Sweet dreams.”

Diluc :

This man does not like covers (his body temperature is too hot)

He will complain about the blankets and try to convince you that he is the only one you need

Holds you in his arms all night, big spoon king

If he has to leave to go take care of darknight duties he leaves a sweet note for you to find

You could feel the bed dip, waking you up. In your drowsy state you noticed Diluc sit on the bed, his arms dragging you on top of him. “Hello my love, I am sorry for waking you. I just got off duty. Go back to sleep.” Diluc’s soft lips danced across your face as your eyes drooped. He was always so loving.

Itto :

Itto touches the bed and he is out cold

He snores too but if you tell him he won't believe you

“Snoring is for old people, I wouldn’t do that. You callin’ me old, lil bug?”

He loves you laying on his chest, hand holding onto your head

Could sleep for a million hours if you don’t wake him up (he gets clingy if you do wake him up)

“C'mon Itto, let’s go to sleep!” You called out to him, his footsteps stomping down the hall. His dopey smile gleamed as he began to run full speed towards you. You braced for impact as the bed jumped, his body now beside you. “Whatever you say! We do have a big day of onikabuto battles tomorrow.” His big arms pulled you flush against his chest, his nose digging into your scalp. “Sleep well, little bug.”

Jean :

I feel like she has major OCD

Girl needs to have her nightly skin routine and shower, which she gladly asks you to join

She has tons of pillows and blankets on the bed, super comfy cuddle time

“Y/N come to bed! I can’t sleep without you”

She loves to always have a hand on you, it reminds her that you're safe

“Y/N, can you grab me some water? I’m finishing up my skin stuff.” Jean’s voice called out from the bathroom. You grabbed a glass and brought it to her, arms wrapping around her waist. “You almost done, pretty girl?” You smiled as her face turned red, eyes looking away. “Yeah.. Go wait in bed. I’ll be there in just a sec.” You kissed her cheek, walking to get the bed ready.

The blankets and pillows were adjusted, Jean’s head leaning into your shoulder. Her lips delicately traced the skin of your shoulder, soothing you to sleep. You could hear her faint voice murmur, “Sleep well honey. I’ll make us some breakfast in the morning.”

Kazuha :

He has some bad insomnia but tries his best

He will hold you in his arms and hum some songs if you can’t sleep

If neither of you can sleep then he takes you outside to show you the stars

“The sky is infinite - just like my love for you.” (please smack his shoulder, he can't keep getting away with this amount of cheese)

If it’s a good night then the two of you are cuddled next to each other holding hands, peacefully sleeping

Kazuha always had a sleeping issue. He never made a big deal about it but you wished to help him. You had tried all the remedies you could to no avail. That was until the two of you went out one night.

“Come with me, my feather. I want to show you the stars.” Kazuha’s warm grip led you to the backyard, a blanket laid out on the grass. The two of you stared up at the night sky, his breath fanning against your cheek as he turned. “You shine brighter than any of the stars. I love you.” Kazuha’s voice fell into a hush as his eyelids drooped. You kissed his forehead, heart swelling at the adorable sight. “I love you too, Zuzu. Get some rest.”

Zhongli :

He’s the type of guy to make a sleep time tea and read before bed

“Y/N this book you got me is splendid. What a good find. Come, I’ll read to you.”

Zhongli reads both of you to sleep, an arm curled around your torso

He sleeps like a rock and doesn’t move, you almost thought he was dead one time

He wakes you up at the same time every morning, he says schedule is everything

“Good morning my angel, the birds are chirping! Time for yet another wonderful day” (thank you gramps)

Zhongli’s slim fingers turned the page, his voice continuing to read on. You could feel sleep tug at you, threatening to send you under. “Go to bed, honey. We have an early morning. We will finish the story tomorrow.” His hand rubbed circles into your flesh, lulling you into dreamland.

“Good morning, my dove! The sun is awake and so are we! Come, get up - I made breakfast!” Zhongli lightly tapped you, lips feathering you in sweet kisses.

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i-love-scarameowche · 8 months

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Their favorite body part

This contains,

Scaramouche, Childe, Aether, Diluc, Kazuha, Xiao, and Shenhe.

Wattpad repost with small changes!

Scaramouche

Scaramouche's favorite body part on you is your waist. He loves just holding on to your waist while you sleep, just knowing you're there.

Childe

Childe loves your stomach! He loves going to sleep laying in between your legs with his head on your stomach, whilst you read a book to him. Even better if you're chubby and or normally just a warm person!

Aether

Aether loves your thighs. He loves having his hand on your thigh while you're sitting, and he loves resting his head on them to take a nap.

Diluc

Diluc loves it when you give him a massage and afterwards when you both cuddle and hold hands.

Kazuha

Kazuha loves your face. He finds it so adorable when he squishes your face and he loves kissing your cheek and forehead, covering your face in kisses.

Xiao

Xiao loves holding your hands. sometimes in public he'll wrap his pinky around yours to make sure you don't go.

Shenhe

Shenhe loves your hair. She likes playing with your hair, if it's long enough she'll braid it, and if not she'll mess around with it.

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kaeyas-beloved · 8 months

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Character: Childe

— he’s hopelessly in love with you <333

CWs: spoilers for Childe’s real name, gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned), not proofread!

a/n: snatching this format that I’ve seen around Tumblr because I like it and it fits here. Will I use it again? Not a clue!

hopelessly in love ajax who introduces you to his family relatively quickly and with little to no hesitation. childe feels with his whole being, love is no exception. so, when he can see a future with you, no matter what form that future may take, you meeting his family is the first step forward.

hopelessly in love ajax who’s all talk unless you make the first move. he can kiss you over and over and over again, teasing you along the way, but the moment you pull him forward and plant your lips on his face before he can is the same moment it’s all over for him.

hopelessly in love ajax who buys you gifts often but they all have sentimental value to them. he’ll but you flowers, handing them to you with the confession that he bought them because his love for you was too much to keep in his heart and no amount of words would describe what he was feeling. childe would also purchase your preferred jewelry - watch, ring, necklace, earrings, a bracelet, whatever you liked, as long as you promised to wear it whenever you went out. “so you’ll always have me with you!”

hopelessly in love ajax who refuses to let go of you once he has you in his arms. he acts like he might perish if he loses the warmth and love you radiate in your embrace! it’s not that he hasn’t received a hug in years, he gets plenty when he visits home, but there’s just something different in your hugs and cuddles that regular holds don’t have. a certain feeling they lack.

hopelessly in love ajax who grabs your wrist if you’re ever helping him take off his scarf or fatui mask, allowing his cheek to rest in your palm. you’ll find he nuzzles into it much like a cat would, but unlike a cat looking for warmth or to scratch an itch, ajax does it because your touch is one of the few things that soothes him after a long day, his mind instantly at ease.

hopelessly in love ajax who tries to impress you in any way he can. it starts simple enough, trying to flash his strength on the battle field and such, but the more he falls for you the more creative he gets. balancing a spoon on his nose, his (slowly improving) chopstick skills, leaping over decent sized creeks, anything to rouse some kind of pleasant response from you.

hopelessly in love ajax who flips between drowning you in whatever fancy dates his money can buy and the more simple, quieter date ideas. it’s never bad to change things up, he reasons, childe’s favourite being to take you out on walks through the nation’s scenery. whether it’s the snow dipped forests in snezhnaya, the golden mountains of liyue or even the green fields of mondstadt, as long as ajax is around, he’ll make sure you enjoy your time with him. (he certainly will be, because when dates like this happen is when he truly gets to connect with you!)

hopelessly in love ajax who’ll sometimes just stare at you. could be while you’re cuddling or sat at the table for a meal, his pretty blue eyes are on you, taking in all that you are. he’ll think how gorgeous you look, how luck he is someone like you loves someone like him, the darker sides of him and all. he thinks about how it’s now his mission to spoil and love you for the rest of his life, because anything less is a crime punishable by life behind bars.

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sweet-honey-fruit · 1 year

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Kissing Your Best Friend

Synopsis: A kiss for your best friend may lead to something more.

With — Al-Haitham, Childe, Tighnari

Genre: fluff

Warnings: OOC Al-haitham cause i dont write him much, minor spoilers for Childe lore. Totally didn’t neglect Al-Haitham.

Al-Haitham

There’s a small hint of a grin on your lips when Al-Haitham opens the door to his house. Immediately, he gives you a skeptical look, reluctantly stepping out of the way to allow you to come inside.

“What is this about?” He asks, following your lead after closing the door with a soft ‘click’. You don’t respond, at least not right away. Before, you were excited, imagining what he would do or say upon your lips being on his, bursting into laughter. But now, you were starting to feel the nerves kicking in. As much as you wished you could deny it, the feelings for the Scribe went deeper than close friends. Perhaps this idea was just projecting onto yourself to express your true feelings.

“What? Am I not allowed to come visit you? I thought you said I was welcomed here anytime I want!” You throw your hands up exaggeratedly, leaving him to look at you with a very unamused look.

“You are. But you’re up to something, I can see it on your face.”

“What? No, not me. I’m never up to something,” Your attempt to feign innocence made him roll his eyes. He made his way towards you, and with each step it made your nervousness grow. As always, you failed to conceal from someone as keen as him. He was so close to you, inches away, his breath fanning over your face. The look he cascaded down to you made you uncomfortably shift from one foot to the next, eyes looking everywhere but his.

“Look at me.” His voice was firm, and you didn’t dare disobey the Scribe of the Akademyia. Your gaze stared into the pool of his teal ones, and there he could see how skittish you looked. He raised a brow, crossing his arms, “Did you do something illegal?”

His question made you sputter before bursting into laughter, placing your hands on his waist, “No! I didn’t do anything illegal! At least, not yet- ow!” He landed a playful smack on your bicep, a small smile placed on his lips. His eyes were closed, and he was speaking but to you no sound came out. He looked so pretty, so divine, so…kissable. Your body moved against your brains protests.

His words stopped when he felt your mouth on his, and for once he was surprised. His eyes were wide, stance rigid, and he swears he stopped breathing. When you finally pull away, his stance didn’t change much. You two just stared at each other, and with each second passing your nerves were hightened even more, mind swirling that you fucked up. That was until his next words.

“Do that again.”

Childe

The only time you have felt like this was when you first showed up at Childe’s house at ten years old. A nervous wreck, wondering if his parents would hate you, despise you, ban you from seeing your friend. That very same feeling is coming back to haunt you after all these years, albeit worse, and more complex. An anxiety-filled disaster was not even close to explaining what you're feeling right now. The dish being aggressively scrubbed in your hands was a tell-tale sign of that. The sponge was ripping from your nails digging into it, and the paint on the dish was about to be scrubbed off from the intensity if it wasn’t for a hand being placed over yours.

“Now what did that plate do to you? Other than making a mess, of course,”

His voice made your heart beat faster, making your chest twist in pain with the intensity. He didn’t overlook that nervous smile that you gave him, or the breathless “Sorry,” that was bashfully passed past your lips. He stood and watched you move from one plate to the next, analyzing every little anxious habit you were conducting. To others, it may just seem like you were having a bad day. Yet when it comes to Childe, he reads you like a book. It’s easy when he’s known you for a little over a decade. He knows something is going on in that head of yours. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have been actively trying to avoid him for the past month; otherwise, you wouldn’t have reluctantly agreed to his dinner invitation at his parent's. You only said yes because he brought Teucer along to beg you to follow through. Childe knew you couldn’t resist his little brother's puppy-eye look.

“Why don’t you let me help? You’re the guest, and you shouldn’t even be doing the dishes. I’ll wash and you dry?” He asks, but it comes out more of a demand, “Don’t want you ruining any dishes, my mom would be angry at you for a whole five seconds!”

You let out a mix of a genuine laugh and a timid one, hesitantly stepping off to the side to allow him to take over. After, it was quiet. Neither of you said a word, the sound of the rushing water and sponge on the plate replacing any conversation you two may have had. Any dish handed to you was absentmindedly dried and placed to the side. Each passing second of silence felt like torture to the harbinger. You’re usually messing around, cracking jokes, and talking about the most random and absurd topics. All things he’s grown to adore about you. But now, you’re standing there quiet, standoffish, and terrified. For once in an excruciatingly long time, he was apprehensive. He hasn’t felt this way since he left the abyss. He turned the water off despite the remaining pile of dishes in the sink. Your eyes looked between him and the filthy plates, confused as to why he stopped.

Childe turns to look at you fully, his eyes full of concern as he whispered, “What’s wrong (Y/n)?”

You swallow your words, standing still and just staring at him, confused about what to say. You can’t remember the last time he used your real name instead of some cheesy nickname.

“Um- nothing. Why?”

You’re not even sure why you’re so adamant about lying to him. Even you were aware of your distant behavior towards him. But the thought of telling him why felt more humiliating than covering a lie.

“Right. That’s why you’ve been staying away from me like you’re wanted for debt.” You notice the bitter undertone in his words despite his trying to be understanding. And it hurt knowing you were unintentionally hurting him.

“Look-“ His tone turned softer, although sadder, and it hurt you even more, “I won’t push you to tell me. I’m just wondering why…why I’m losing my best friend. Is it because I’m a Harbinger? Are you scared of me? Did I do something wrong-“

“No.”

He stopped, looking at your frame in utter shock at your sudden sternness. Your heart was pounding against your chest as you keep your eyes on the wall in front of you. You refused to meet his gaze, horrified that one look at him and you’ll falter. That you’ll back out on telling him. But you knew you had to for being humiliated was better than putting him through emotional turmoil.

“It’s cause I like you, okay? More than a friend.” Your words were rushed, and your skin was heating up from a mix of embarrassment and nerves. Another uncomfortable silence fell over the already tense kitchen. The laughter of Childe’s siblings playing just a couple of rooms over seemed like a taunt to you, that they’re laughing at you for your feelings and confession.

Your spiraling thoughts were interrupted when you felt a warm hand cup your cheek and turn your head towards the Harbinger before you. His touch, his stare, his smile, it was all so gentle. There was no trace of disgust or mockery in his eyes. Relief is what you saw in replacement of your paranoid-filled expectation.

Your heart felt like it was about to leap out of your chest when you saw his face slowly move toward yours. You couldn’t help how your breath hitched and eyes widen, all of which caused Childe to stop. He didn’t say anything, only looking you in the eyes, waiting for the cue to either continue or step back and pretend it never happened. Much to his excitement, you gave him a little nod to continue, and he was back to leaning down. Slowly, agonizingly slow as if he wanted to make sure that you wanted this. That this wasn’t a dream. That your confession echoing in his head was the truth. Much to his alleviation, you stayed put, slowly mirroring his movements and leaning forward. Each second caused your skin to ignite even hotter. Every inch made your previous worries and second guesses melt away.

The smell of his smoky cologne overtook your senses as finally, finally his lips were placed upon yours. It was deep and slow, him moving with expertise when his free hand was placed on your hip, rubbing small circles with his thumb. It was simultaneously comforting and horrifying. You’ve bashfully imagined kissing him, but never thought it would happen.

He pulled away only a couple of centimeters to catch his breath before kissing you again with more intensity. He pushed himself forward, forcing you to be pressed back against the counter, his hands caging you against it. Your breathing turned more ragged the longer he kept his soft lips against yours, overwhelmed by the suddenness of it all. When he pulled away for good, he was grinning, pressing his forehead against your own.

He was delicate as he talked, admiration laced with every word, “I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time.”

Tighnari

“Please, why are we here?” You complain through chattering teeth. The harsh wind of Dragonspine nipped at the remaining skin exposed to the harsh weather, rendering your heavy winter clothes useless. The vision hanging on your hip dimly glowed as if it was also protesting the coldness around. Meanwhile, the fennec fox in front of you seems unbothered by The Tsarita’s hellscape.

“I’ve already told you, we’re collecting starsilver for Cyno so that way he can compare the real deal with the counterfeits that have been going around Sumeru,” His annoyance was evident in his tone and the twitch in his ears. Other than the rushing snow, your voice of complaints was the only sound following the two of you. If it wasn’t for his high patience with you, you would’ve been left in a cave somewhere already.

“Besides, I dont know why you’re complaining, from what I recall, you were begging to come join me,” He scoffed, sending a glare your way. You stopped walking, crossing your arms and glaring back at him.

“I wanted to make sure you would be safe! Dragonspine is dangerous and avalanches have been more frequent lately. You couldn’t go alone.”

“I’m starting to wish I did.” His harsh words only made you smile. You walked up to him, wrapping your arm around his shoulders and pulling him closer to you.

“You and I both know that you would be begging to have me here if you went alone,” You mirrored the tone he used for you, a smug grin on your face when you saw the way he rolled his eyes. He shrugged you off, his tail playfully hitting your side.

It’s been hours since the two of you entered Dragonspine. It was the crack of dawn when you made your way over the broken wooden bridge, and it was now almost sunset when you reach the top. A small patch of starsilver twinkled over a pile of rocks, and you’ve never felt more relief in your entire life.

“What? That’s it?” Tighnari said, baffled, “This isn’t nearly enough.”

You groaned, throwing your head back dramatically at his statement, “You’re so unbearable. Sufferable. Punchable even.”

“Let's grab what we can get then call it a night. We can head back down tomorrow and try the base of the mountain.” Tighnari ignored your previous statement as he walked forward, getting to work on slowly mining out the rare ore. You stood next to him, holding the bag open to allow him easier access to putting the ore away. You zone out looking at his concentrated face. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed, hands expertly moving the starsilver around to loosen it up, his tail wagging slightly, ears slightly parted, his eyes lighting up when he gets a piece out.

He was adorable. Smart and witty with a sass that rivaled yours. It was hard to not fall for him. You found it inappropriate to love someone who was, in a way, your Master. Despite being around the same age, he took you on to be his assistant, seeing the potential you couldn’t see for yourself when you first arrived in the village. He’s the reason why you’re as strong and intelligent as you are right now. You’re convinced that he’s the reason why you have a vision. He’s the reason you were redeemed. You owe your life to him, so why must you feel your heart skip a beat whenever you’re around him?

“Watch out!”

His sudden shout knocked you out of your trance. All you saw was a blur of black and green before you were tackled, your breath leaving your lungs in an icy exhale. Both of your bodies tumble down into the pit that holds the domain below. You barely have time to react till your back is slammed onto the powdery snow. Even though the thick layer of powder broke your fall, it did little to soften the blow of the forest ranger falling on top of you. A loud groan is pushed out of you when you feel the sharp pain shoot through your body. Your ears are ringing from the intensity of the hit and your vision was knocked sideways, everything spinning around you.

Tighnari stayed on top of you, holding your body close and catching his breath. The thundering sound of rushing snow and rock replaces the ringing, just barely being able to catch a glimpse of the deathly mixture going past where Tighnari and you once were. You took a moment to take a few deep breaths before whispering, “I told you so.”

You went to laugh but were silenced by Tighnari smashing his lips against yours. His warm lips contrasted with the biting cold. You stayed still, eyes widening and face heating up from the suddenness of it all. It wasn’t until he pulled away that you realized what happened. He pulled you closer to him, hugging you tightly.

“Shut up you big lummox. I’m relieved you’re okay.”

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scaras-silly-girl · 6 months

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okay wait I was onto smth!! maybe!!!

Halloween/Fall Hcs with genshin men!🕸

written w fem reader in mind, established relationships, modern au, light sex joke, ft scara, ajax, lyney

scara

if you're going to want to be out and about on halloween, this is not the guy for you. 100% wants to stay in the whole time

will watch scary movies/play horror games with you, he will any day honestly but- he gets such an ego boost if you hide yourself in his shirt during gorey or freaky parts of movies. he gets so happy that he feels like he can protect you

he will not, under any circumstances, hand out candy to trick or treaters. he will slam the door in a 6 year olds face lmao he thinks it's stupid and will be honest about it. if you have a young sibling, he'll come with you to take them trick or treating (and complain a lot)

he doesn't care for anything sweet, probably opting for sour candies like sweettarts or those weird hard ball things. but maybe if he's feeling generous, he'll buy you some of your favorite treats. even if he hates the sticky sweet gummies and pixie stix you adore, you can bet everything he'll stand in line for hours the day before halloween.

he thinks dressing up is stupid, but you could talk him into a basic couples costume. maybe ghostface and casey (tbh ive never watched scream movies so im going off google) he would probably do that pumpkin head trend with you, he'll feel stupid the whole time but it's worth it to make you happy.

he'd want to carve pumpkins, and he will, but carving them gets difficult for him. it takes a lot of strength to do that, but he will do his best and attempt to help you. maybe it's best to skip this and just paint pumpkins...

you can take him to starbucks for a pumpkin spice latte all you want, but he'll insist on paying and get the worst tasting black coffee every time!! it's even worse because he genuinely likes bitter coffee

overall 10/10 fall boyfie, he doesn't like all the chaos and celebrations, but does enjoy quality time with you<3

ajax

he was literally made for this. he adores autumn and winter. considering he's from shneznaya, he could wear a t-shirt any time in fall and be fine, no matter where you live.

he'll take you to all his friends parties, if your up for it. and you have to have matching costumes, any couple you can think of is a valid costume option. he will be ken. he will wear the fucking roller skating costume. a little off topic but he saw the barbie movie and loved it.

spends halloween hitting up parties and showing off your costumes and takes teucer out to trick or treat at the end of the night. it's literally so cute to see him walking with teucer, eventually carrying him home when it gets too late.

he's so sweet to kids while giving out candy. i think he's the type to have candy bars and other allergy safe options, lollipops and goldfish maybe. the neighborhood kids love his house because of how rich he is, king sized chocolate bars for all. he's such a family man and adores kids so he's made for this.

he goes mad when decorating for halloween, pushing the line between too scary for kids and too cute. somehow it always works out. I feel like he'd be good at decorations because he takes side jobs at haunted houses. he'd be really good at playing a slasher i think.

you'll go to the haunted house he's working at with a group of friends, and he'll end up sneaking up on you from behind, pressing his fake knife to your throat and whispering "boo" it nearly gives you a heart attack but it's mad funny. he definitely gets in trouble for kissing one of the customers, but it's worth it.

if you prefer a calmer way to celebrate, he'll skip most of the parties and have a nice night with you after teucer gets tired out from a sugar rush. you'll snuggle up on the couch together watch whatever scary movies you'd like, he definitely puts up a bunch of candles for the fun atmosphere.

he'll buy you literally anything halloween or fall related. you want a cute new reath for autumn? only the best one on the market for you. want some overpriced seasonal drink? you're having a large and he'll get one too! it's honestly just an excuse to spoil you at this point

he's a 9/10 in this department. would be a 10 if he didn't make jokes about skeletons and boners...

lyney

the halloween boyfriend of the century. he has so much fun with holiday stuff and dressing up makes it even better

he's a performer, he's extra, so he has to win any costume contests! lynette is sick of this nonsense by now but it warms her heart to see you having so much fun helping lyney with his autumnal nonsense.

he's not necessarily one for big halloween celebrations, opting to spend his time hanging out with you and his siblings, possibly telling scary stories. lynette is rather unphased but poor freminet is always freaked out afterwards. there's definitely more than enough marshmallows for all the smores you intend to eat while this goes on.

he'll let you snuggle up next to him around the fire pit if you get a little freaked out. he gets to entertain and be with his lover, two of his favorite things. he'll even roast a few marshmallows for you! but it's expected that you return the gesture.

he'll definitely buy all kinds of dumb halloween decorations from the closest dollar store. don't be suprised when you find plastic spiders placed around the house. he loves to decorate outside of the house, it's slightly obnoxious but you're used to it at this point.

he'll happily take you out for whatever over the top seasonal drink you want, he does this for lynette every year as well. unsurprisingly, she typically becomes the third wheel to these drink based outings. but it's worth it to see lyney fawning over you like a puppy.

as previously mentioned, he dresses up and goes hard on halloween costumes. he'll be the one begging you to match for halloween. he seriously goes hard, the time and dedication of a seasoned cosplayer goes into his costumes.

he's the type to take you to fall festivals and engage in the classic fair games, throwing darts, bobbing for apples, even silly haunted houses. you might end up dragging him into a haunted house, lyney won't get too scared... or at least that's what he says, but he holds your hand the whole time.

a solid 9/10 fall boyfriend, definitely gets into all aspects of october and fall as a whole. he gets a little too carried away and might forget about your scary movie date... but it's okay because now you, him, and both of his siblings all have matching costumes!!

shit i sorta lost motivation with lyneys uhhh it's fineee i just wanted this out for halloween lol

#cherry ☆ writes #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader fluff #scaramouche x reader fluff #childe x reader fluff #lyney x reader fluff #scaramouche x reader #childe x reader #lyney x reader

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plsdonttakemyname · 6 months

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Midnight texts, or should i say early in the morning...

Characters: Scaramouche / Wanderer, Heizou, Kazuha , Childe

Modern Au ! Genshin men x reader

Childe Version

Heizou Version

Kazuha Version

A/n my request box is always open so you can request anytime, sorry for inactivity, I still write for bsd but I mostly am going to post more genshin stuff 😭

SCARAMOUCHE

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aureliaporter · 9 months

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sleepless nights

summary: a lack of a certain childe means you can't sleep. how do you deal with it?

a/n: i was in ross with my mum and i heard the song "how do you sleep" by sam smith and this idea literally just slapped me across the face lmao

cw: probably cursing, mentions of unaliving, a fly (🤬), a ginger (childe lmao), gn!reader, teasing!childe (kinda?? i think), clingy!childe, sleepy!childe

TICK. TICK. TICK.

you groaned, rolling over in bed to glare at the clock. the seconds hand, ever unaware of your plight, continued to tick, only adding to your anger.

tick.

tock.

the moment the minute hand joined the symphony, moving just a hair to the side to demonstrate the passing of another sixty seconds, you cursed, sitting up angrily and throwing the bedsheets off of you.

tick.

you left the room, nearly slamming the door behind you but managing to hang on to your temper just enough not to. you leaned against the door, holding your head. you'd been trying to fall asleep for the better part of three hours, but you'd had no luck.

tick.

you cursed again, pushing off the bedroom door to stalk off to the kitchen, grumbling about a certain ginger the whole way. of course he'd ruined you enough to the point you couldn't sleep without him. of course.

at the lack of the ticking sound, you practically laughed in - slightly deranged - delight, slumping against the kitchen island. a fruit bowl was set in the center, sunsettias and apples stacked together in a cylindrical pattern. the lights were still off, but the moon was particularly bright - or particularly annoying - tonight, managing to shine in even past your curtains. but to be fair, they weren't blackout curtains.

bzzt.

bz bzzt.

bzt.

you lifted your head, frustration practically pouring out of you as you saw the two flies buzzing around. that was what you got for opening the windows in the summer.

you kept your eyes on the flies, both landing on the edge of the island nearby. with your right hand, you reached for a rag to whack them with, fingers closing around it before you moved quickly, managing to strike down one of them.

now for the other one.

this one seemed more intent on making your life hell, moving before you could even step towards it. your curses flowed freely as you tried to catch it.

"stay still so i can- archons, let me kill you!" you shouted at the fly, too enraptured in your battle to notice a smirking ginger leaning against the refrigerator.

"oh? and i thought i was the one with murderous tendencies," he teased, taking two long strides towards you and snatching the rag from you. "sit back and let me show you how it's done, comrade."

"call me that again and you can sleep at zhongli's instead tonight."

he merely shot you a grin, then focusing on the fly. he went for it once, twice, thr- and then he was off the rails, whacking the rag against anything in an attempt to kill the fly. you folded your arms, watching him with an amused smile as he finally ran out of patience entirely and summoned his water blades - wades? blaters? - to slice it in half.

silence blanketed the two of you before- "don't think for a second i'm gonna clean up those fly guts," you said, backing away with an exaggerated gesture to the floor. "also, what happened to your trip? i thought you were gone for another week?"

he groaned but obeyed, crouching down with a paper towel to pluck up the fly remains. "well, a certain balladeer managed to solo half the mission after some bloke insulted the traveler - y'know, that blonde girl with the floaty thing? who stopped osial? so we all got to go home early. and i know my darling was missing me, so it all worked out perfectly."

you chuckled, shaking your head. "see, i would believe that, if i didn't get a message earlier today from the fatui - do you know them, by chance?" you teased, crossing the room to the stack of mail and plucking off the letter at the top as he paled.

"wait- (y/n), hang on-" he pleaded, trying to snatch the letter from you.

"to the partner of the eleventh fatui harbinger," you read aloud, smirking, "it is my deepest regret to inform you that we have been struck by misfortune and will be returning a week late. you will be pleased to note that childe is uninjured, and will merely be late. bidding you a pleasant evening."

ajax had an awkward look on his face the entire time, eyes slightly widened and lips parting as he tried to think of a response. "w-well-"

"unless you're not ajax, i'm pretty sure you committed treason to the tsaritsa by abandoning your post," you said, folding the letter again. "you're gonna need a pretty good reason why, y'know."

he groaned, moving towards you with barely a moment's hesitation and wrapping his arms around you, embracing you tightly. "i missed you, okay?" he admitted lowly, squeezing you into him. "i couldn't sleep without you there. pantalone noticed and told me to go back, since a distracted agent is as good as a dead one."

you sighed softly, wrapping your arms around his waist. "i get it, hun," you said, stifling a soft smile. he might have thought you were just comforting him, but you really did get it. you'd nearly broken the clock in your shared bedroom just from frustration at a lack of sleep. "shall we head to bed, then?"

he didn't respond immediately, nuzzling his nose into your neck as if he was trying to memorize your scent. "ajax?" you asked, squirming slightly at the feeling.

"yeah, let's go," he said, loosening his grip the slightest bit to tug you back to your bedroom. you climbed onto the bed, stifling a yawn as he changed from his uniform to a baggy pair of pajamas, practically throwing himself on top of you with a grunt.

"geroffme," you groaned, trying to push him off. he listened, rolling onto the spot beside you to wrap you in his arms, pressing his lips against the back of your neck.

"archons, i missed you," he murmured, kissing along your skin. "i could barely think of anything aside from you, lovely."

"in the modern world, they call that 'simping'," you said, taking one of his hands to play with his longer fingers, folding them and stretching them gently, entranced. "i was like that, too. thank the archons i had the past few days off work, or i might've broken something."

he chuckled, his breath tickling your skin. "yeah, thank the archons," he said, stifling a yawn against the back of your neck. "'s it okay if i fall asleep now?" he asked, voice soft and cute and making you just want to squish his cheeks.

"you don't have to ask permission to sleep."

"but i wanna.. stay up 'nd talk to you."

"then stay up and talk to me, hun."

"but 'm tired."

you giggled softly, feeling him shift behind you as he spooned you. "sleep now, and we talk tomorrow. deal?" you offered, interlacing your hands and laying them on the bed, eyes tracking over every scar and mark staining his pale skin. beautiful.

"mkay," he mumbled, nuzzling into you. "i love you," he said, words slurring together sleepily.

a dopey grin tugged your lips up. "and i love you, even if you are a ginger."

he didn't seem to hear the second part of your sentence, falling asleep within seconds against you. and, soon enough, you were falling asleep too.

did this whole thing on my phone so very much a chance the formatting looks wonky!! my apologies :(

please take some sleepy ajax fluff this boy has my heart (i say this after reading ajax angst for like two hours today 😭)

anyways!! have a great day/night!! send in what you wanna see and i'll do my best!! also gonna go on vaca soon so dont know if i'll he able to keep up with posting daily but i will make my best attempts 💚✨

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tojivu · 1 year

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PICK YOU UP AT 8.

a/n hahah Hi

warnings/tags dates with genshin men. gn!reader. includes zhongli diluc childe xiao thoma. a little favouritism in childe LOL sorry. petname ‘baby’ used in childe’s. mentions of wearing a dress in xiao’s.

ZHONGLI never lets the romance die. you’ve been together for a while now, and he has never disappointed you in that time. candles, picking you up in his car, getting out of it and opening the door for you—dates with your boyfriend are truly the highlight of the week. due to his busy schedule at the funeral parlour, he often leaves you alone in the wee hours of the night; but he never lets you go a week without a date where it’s just the two of you. he values you greatly and it shows in the way he puts so much effort into these special nights, and he’d often ask you how you liked it afterwards (if there need be improvement, though rare).

“hello, dear. ready to go?” he’s walking you to his car, your arm around his—and you nod.

you wonder where he’s taking you this time, since it was his turn to pick this week; but you don’t really care. anywhere with zhongli is fine with you, even if it was a junkyard and you two spent the night eating chips & watching the stars.

he ends up taking you to a fancy restaurant in the city, in a high rise building—he pulls the chair back for you, and you’re speechless at the view. the city lights were bright, and you could see cars commuting multiple floors below. it overlooked many of the other buildings, but what caught your attention the most was the night sky.

“the view is so.. stunning, zhongli—how did you get a spot here?”

“anything for a beautiful view, y/n.”

you notice he’s not even looking outside, but instead staring right at you. you don’t know why, or maybe you do and you’re just shy: but something’s telling you that it’s not the city view he’s talking about.

DILUC never understood the appeal of date nights before you came along. he thought they were pointless, spending money to do something outside the comfort of your own home seemed like just that. it was only until you expressed your need for quality time that he finally gave it a try. having a busy schedule, he wasn’t sure when to take you out—but when he finally did find an opportunity, he found himself enjoying it much more than he thought he would. ever since then, he’s been picking you up from work at least once a week and taking you out to somewhere new; diluc’s never one to disappoint.

work ended late into the afternoon and you were starving. your coworkers waved you goodbye as they entered their taxis home, and you were just about to book a ride too—but a few seconds later, you see a familiar white car stop in front of you.

the window rolls down, and you see your boyfriend in the driver’s seat. what an extravagant entrance, you think, and you find yourself snickering at him.

“what’s so funny?” he asks, blank and deadpan expression worn.

“nothing. where are we going now?”

“you ask this every single time; you wouldn’t know.”

“i thought so.” you smile. it’s amazing, how someone could know so many places. at least now, you’ll have more places than just your shared apartment to make memories in.

you get in the car, and you both drive off.

CHILDE plans the most obnoxious, extravagant dates. he knows that you think it’s cringe, but he loves seeing the embarrassment on your face when he appears at your doorstep in his finest suit with the most colourful flowers, a sign in his left hand saying “will you go on a date with me?”. you could say it’s not surprising, a man of his nature doing such things—yet it’s sweet, not more sweet than cringeworthy, but still sweet nontheless. you were the lowkey, stay at home with pizza and binge movies type: after all, that was what your ex boyfriends had given you—but it’s childe, so you can always expect something more.

it’s a rainy friday night and childe hasn’t texted you. you’re sure he’s up to one of his stupid antics again, but a part of you thinks he’s probably swamped with work and can’t text you. it disappoints you a little, but it can’t be helped anyway. there’s always next week.

just then, your doorbell tune plays. you get up from bed, excited, but then you remember you ordered food an hour ago. could be the delivery guy, childe wouldn’t just appear at your door during a thunderstorm without telling you he’ll be late, right?

but you open the door and see him, drenched from head to toe, holding a bouqet of flowers (that were also wet). “i’m so sorry baby, i got caught in the rain while buying these.” he explains, using his free hand to move the hair away from his face.

it’s safe to say you two didn’t have the expected date that night. but he��s here, in your home, snuggled up next to you—he’s warm from the shower you told him to take, so you don’t really care; a break from the glam once in a while isn’t a bad thing.

XIAO is never late. he plans down to the minute, every detail in his mind—it always goes according to his plans whenever you two are out. usually, it’s always him who handles the where, when and how. you were never the type to plan ahead, often throwing yourself out there and seeing where it took you—and always the one following others plans and agreeing with everything. it was a friday night and you’ve gotten sick of the restaurants; you’ve sworn that you visited one of them at least more than 5 times in a month already.

you’re tempted to ask xiao to change it up a little, but it’s last minute—you’re getting ready and he’s on the way. you’re sure he would get mad, who wouldn’t? he’s booked a reservation, he’s wearing his nicest suit and you’re in your prettiest dress, it’d be a bit rude; but you’re sick of the monotony, work has got your legs sore and there’s nothing you want more than to lay in bed with your boyfriend.

xiao shows up at your door, and you hesitantly speak up before he takes your hand. “can we just stay in tonight?”

“tired today?” he smiles, expression soft and understanding—and you’re immediately relieved.

the night definitely did not go as xiao envisioned, but it’s okay—he’s with you, still, and that’s all he needs to check off his list.

THOMA grimaces at the thought of sitting across his lover, eating and just talking. that is the most boring thing ever, he would say; and that’s not because he doesn’t enjoy conversation with you, it’s mostly because there isn’t an opportunity for him to see you laugh or smile until your cheeks hurt at a dinner table. you won’t see anything funny at a fancy restaurant that would make you burst out laughing—and thoma loves that most about you, how your voice jumps an octave when you’re laughing and smiling, how your eyes sparkle most in those moments, or how you clutch your stomach when it’s too much to bear. there’s no fun in it, he would tell you time and time again.

due to this, it was clear what he needed to do. rule number 1, no dinner dates at fancy 5 star restaurants (unless you’re really craving a good steak). the weekend arrives swiftly, and you know your boyfriend is going to surprise you with a new adventure. this time, it’s going hiking and ziplining.

“oh, but we’ll be going together!” he responds, all cheery when you tell him you’re not a big fan of heights.

“that doesn’t make it any better.”

“are you sure? we could hold hands—“ thoma adds on, clearly convinced this was the most romantic thing to do with your lover.

“we are going to a restaurant after this. and i’m going to talk the entire time.”

140323 — omg this was shpposed to go up 2 months ago but i got swept up in so much :,, anyways not proof read as always don’t comment anything mean or else it’s another hiatus ok bye

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