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that-foul-legacy-lover · 1 year

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In Sickness and In Health

Synopsis: You fall ill while Childe's away, and while he might care about the Fatui’s missions, Foul Legacy doesn’t.

Foul Legacy Childe x Reader Pronouns: Gender Neutral (no pronouns mentioned) Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff Warnings: Being sick, mentions of pain, headaches, and difficulty breathing, worry, general suffering

~ * ~ As a Fatuus, Childe is often away from you. It’s his duty as the Eleventh Harbinger to carry out orders, completing missions in the name of the Tsaritsa while training young, eager recruits to grow into another member of Snezhnaya’s pride and joy. This he explained to you, over and over, before you had even begun to consider him more than a friend. He was so nervous at first, scared you would reject him, disgusted by his status as a Harbinger. It’s only when you finally moved to silently slip your hand into his that his voice faltered and trailed into silence, lips twisting in uncertainty before lifting into a relieved grin when you gave him a smile full of understanding. Since then the constant, nervous reminders of his position have faded away, replaced by dates of absences and return, one mission after another. It breaks his heart to be away so much, but you always wave off his apologies- his home isn’t the Harbor; it never has been, and as long as he returns, you’ll be alright. And yet no matter how dire the circumstances, Childe would always leave you with a kiss on the forehead and a whispered promise to spend time with you when he returns- anything you like, whether that be dinner, travel, or simply a walk. You’d always laugh and playfully hit his shoulder, unable to do any real damage. He knows what you want, you choose it every time, as the comforting arms of his Foul Legacy form around you are incomparable to anything else, the knowledge that Foul Legacy adores you as much as Childe does ensuring you a good night's sleep after weeks of worry. It makes him smile, seeing how much you love his Abyssal form. He wasn’t even aware Foul Legacy could feel emotions such as love, but the constant, rumbling purr in the back of his mind whenever you’re nearby says otherwise, and his hand briefly rests in your hair before he’s forced to pull away. You’re there when he boards the ship to his destination, smiling and waving goodbye, and his subordinates swear they see the famed Tartaglia’s eyes sparkle as he waves back to his dearest secret standing on the shore. Childe’s only joy in the coming weeks are the letters you send, detailing your normal, mundane life as well as how much you miss him. It’s the only time he genuinely smiles, normally confident smirk gone from his face as an agent hands him a letter almost daily, although they’ve been sparser lately. He opens today’s letter eagerly, making sure not to tear the paper, but his expression morphs into one of confusion when he sees the short, terse paragraph in elegant writing. Zhongli, it must be- Childe knows that script anywhere- and his dull eyes widen in horror as he reads the message. You’re sick. Extremely sick. Zhongli’s been tending to you for a few days, but your fever refuses to go down and the only thing you say when awake is how much everything hurts, mumbling Childe’s name whenever you slip into uneasy dreams. Zhongli assures him that he’ll do his best to take care of and hopefully lift you out of sickness before Childe returns, but that doesn’t prevent his stomach from twisting into a knot of guilt as he thinks of you suffering without him by your side. Foul Legacy whines in his head, to the point Childe can almost see the Abyssal beast curling his claws anxiously as he urges the Harbinger to return home, wherever you are. Childe grits his teeth as he folds Zhongli’s letter; obviously he’d love to go back to the Harbor, but his duties have taken him across the sea, miles away from you, and even if he could go back he wouldn’t dare leave his duties and reveal you as his beloved- the mere thought of the danger you’d be in sends a shiver down his spine. Foul Legacy’s whines turn to hisses, repeatedly insisting to go home, go back, go HELP! And Childe throws his hands up in frustration. “I can’t!” He says aloud, trying to placate the monster clawing at the edges of his mind while his own thoughts race with worry for you. Foul Legacy falls silent, and for a moment Childe thinks he’s won the argument, before he hears a sudden, deadly growl. If you won’t, then I will. There’s barely time to blink before Foul Legacy assumes control of their shared body, inhaling the crisp air and flexing his talons. Without a backward glance he leaves, star-speckled wings spreading and catching the seaborn wind. The agents will awaken to their Harbinger missing, but Foul Legacy doesn’t care- the Fatui’s petty problems are unimportant compared to your pain. His haste is so great that he reaches Liyue Harbor just as the sun is setting, touching down carefully outside your back door to avoid the late-afternoon Millelith. The door’s unlocked, a foreign scent leading inside, and with a growl Foul Legacy enters your home, gaze landing on Zhongli who whirls around in shock. The ex-Archon exhales in relief when he sees Foul Legacy, moving aside to reveal your frail body curled on a bed, fingers clenching the sheets in discomfort. A frantic cry tears itself from Foul Legacy’s throat, rushing past Zhongli to kneel by your side, claws hovering over you, unsure where to place themselves. Zhongli pats his shoulder, trying to reassure the Abyssal monster, and the commotion shakes you from slumber and into unsteady wakefulness, dazedly looking at your love. This must be a dream, it has to be. Childe’s somewhere overseas, completing his latest task for the Tsaritsa; he shouldn’t be back for weeks. And yet, Foul Legacy stares at you, crystalline eye flooded with concern as his whines dip, with some effort, to gentle purrs and he slowly extends a hand to you. “Legacy…” You catch one of his claws in a weak grip, fingers wrapping loosely around the talon before falling back to the mattress, and Foul Legacy whimpers at your lack of strength. Archons, you’re so frail- just how long had you been suffering before Zhongli wrote to him? His hand brushes against your forehead, only to immediately recoil when your skin burns with sickening warmth, far beyond a healthy range. Your eyes flutter shut, too exhausted to stay awake but comforted by the presence of the one you hold dear. Foul Legacy watches you drift into an uneasy sleep, absentmindedly playing with your hair. His touch calms your fevered dreams, and soon your features relax into an expression more peaceful than Zhongli’s seen in days. Legacy’s gentle coos turn to a low hiss as he turns to face the funeral consultant, keeping his claws gentle but his glare steady and pointing at you with his other hand. “Fix. Help. Heal.” And Zhongli simply nods, moving to fetch today’s dose of medication. When he returns, Foul Legacy has curled around your body, cradling your head against his chest and holding your limp hands. The room fills with soft, soothing purrs, refusing to pause even when Zhongli tilts your chin upwards so you swallow the bitter medicine. It tastes like mint and ginger in your dreams, and you nearly spit it out, but the gentle hand petting your hair urges you not to as you lapse back into slumber. From then on Foul Legacy never leaves your side. Day and night he tends to you, comforting your twisted dreams and giving you medicine and making you drink water, when he can. More often than not you feel his cool talons settle on your cheeks and forehead to stave off the heat, and in the fleeting moments you’re awake you can make out his figure keeping you company, claws wrapped around your hands and wings laying over your body like gauzy blankets. His routine is to care for you and nothing less, directed by the vague memories of when Childe’s own siblings were ill, and even when Zhongli stops by, the Abyssal monster refuses to leave you. In a way, Zhongli’s grateful- surprised, yes, but also grateful for the help. He could already see how your condition improved simply by having Foul Legacy tend to you, your breaths coming out easier and sleep being far more peaceful. When you’re in pain, Foul Legacy is too- and on nights when your head feels like it’s splitting open from agony and you can do nothing but cry, he cries with you, attempting to coo and reassure you only to break out into full sobs at the sight of your suffering. But such nights become few and far between the longer he stays, and soon he sleeps the starlit hours away alongside you, the need for constant supervision diminished. He’s napping by your side the day you wake up, tired but lucid, and cup his cheeks in your hands. Foul Legacy jolts awake with a surprised chirp, staring at you like he can’t really believe that you’re here, awake with your consciousness intact, giving him a sleepy smile. “Hi…” Legacy cries out and swoops down to bundle you in his arms, burying his face into your neck with overjoyed clicks and croons. You’re still fragile- he can feel it from the way you lean against him as you thread your fingers through your hair- but you’re alright, you’re okay, and you’ll only get better from here on out. With a tenderness only you’ve had the right of knowing, he sets you back down, the bed cushioning your aching bones, and you open up your arms towards him as an invitation. With a delighted trill he accepts and cuddles against you, claws wrapped securely around your waist and head nudging underneath your chin to make small, hoarse chuckles bubble out of you for the first time in weeks. Your laughter is the sweetest melody to his ears, and Foul Legacy purrs blissfully at the sound. Eventually your hands begin to slow, going from scritches to long, languid pets as sleep tries to pull you back under, fighting against it to no avail. Foul Legacy simply pulls you closer, slotting your body against his as he strokes your arms; his permission to wander back into unconsciousness. You yawn, snuggling impossibly closer and latching onto the scarf that hangs around his neck with a sleepy mumble of goodnight, before peaceful dreams inevitably claim you again. With a soft, affectionate rumble, Legacy pulls the covers over both of you and allows your quiet breathing to lull him to sleep, too, where you can both finally rest. “Love you…” It’s the sun instead of pain that wakes you, filtering through a space in your curtains and bathing you in golden light. You stretch, delicately, and crane your neck towards the Harbinger dozing beside you, before nudging him with a mischievous grin. Childe mumbles, blinking tiredly- it feels like he’s been asleep for days, the only thing on his mind being the murmur from an exhausted but happy Foul Legacy- and when he turns he’s met with the sight of you, the effects of your illness still present but almost invisible due to the smile on your face. “Good morning.”

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witch-hazels-musings · 3 months

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Warning -> fluff | reader gets a blister on their foot, genshin men notice and provide respite from the discomfort | pre-relationship (it's silly, and dumb, but let me have this)

Includes: Diluc, Xiao

Character X GN Reader (adventure guild reader*) | Anthology

A-N: I was planning on writing for a few more characters, but I'm a bit slow in my genshin right now, plus I *should* be resting ... 人(_ _*)

Diluc

"Be right there!" you shouted over the calls echoing in the hall. Your hand dropped from your lips and back to the stack of rolled papers in your arms. The guild was busier than normal. Perhaps it was because of the snow fading from the streets, or the warmer wind blowing in from the south. Being surrounded by the lake meant damper and colder winters, but you didn't mind.

You loved the snow.

What you didn't love was returning to restrictive shoes now that the cobblestone streets were less barred by ice. You missed your warm fur-lined boots.

"Hey, got a few more requests for you to review," you told one of the auditors as you leaned onto the polished wood counter that separated you from the workers just inside. You tapped the toe of your shoe on the floor to force room between your heel and the leather rubbing against it. "Oh, and this came from Alfry." You reached into your pocket and handed a folded, sealed letter to the attendant.

After waiting for several minutes, and shifting from one foot to the other - relief waning and waxing - you made your way outside toward the Kiosk near the front of Mondstadt. It took a while, you were particularly slow on the stone steps of the city since each one put added pressure on your heels. You could feel a blister on the horizon.

Katheryne greeted you with a wave when she saw you.

She was, without a doubt, one of your favorite people. She didn't lock you in long, uninteresting conversations about her life outside of work. She just thanked you for the updated commissions and let you be on your way. You wished everyone was like Katheryne.

It wasn't that you hated talking to people. You just preferred to get your work done and found it distracting to get lost in small talk about the weather. But you learned to be pleasant and control your drifting eyes that willed your soul to be anywhere but there.

When you approached the Guild, someone called you over and explained you were being requested in one of the assessment rooms. A room used by evaluators and requestors to work out the details of a commission. You weren't an evaluator - so who could possibly be asking for you?

You imagined several scenarios except for this one. The one where Diluc Ragnvindr was standing on the other side of the door, waiting for - you. In fact, you were so unprepared, taken aback, that you rechecked the room number.

It was odd to see Diluc outside of his normal patterns. The man was routine. Days spent at Angels Share, days absent from the city while he tended to his estate at the Dawn Winery. You had several run-ins with him over the years since his reappearance, but they were always in public spaces. Fleeting, nervous moments when you'd gather the courage to ask him for a drink while he worked or make polite - short - conversation when he dropped it off. You didn't even know he knew you worked at the Adventurers Guild.

"Sir Ragnvindr, is something - how can I help you?" you asked as you stepped inside the room and let the heavy door close behind you.

"Have I pulled you away from your work?"

"Yes," you said but caught yourself, "No. I mean, yes, but it's alright. Are you alright?" The thought crossed your mind that perhaps something had happened. An issue at the Winery or the tavern, maybe he thought you were the best person to help him? Not sure why. But you did know a lot of adventurers.

"I am well. Please," he gestured to the table and chairs beside him. Crossing the room, you noticed a tall, decorative bag on the corner of the table. The top was knotted by someone with experience. Diluc placed his hand on the table, and you stopped a few feet from him. He looked -- odd. Out of sorts even.

"Did you need something from the Guild? I'm not sure if anyone told you, but I'm not an evaluator, but I can find someone who can assist you in building a commission report."

"I do not require one. I am ..." he clenched his jaw and fumbled. "Please, sit," he repeated, gesturing to the chair slightly pulled out beside you.

Confused, you took a seat.

You considered yourself a rational person, a relatively calm person. One that could keep their head in most situations, but when the man you could hardly look at long enough to breathe knelt in front of you, lifted your calf, and began to untie your shoe, you yelped so loud it startled him.

"Dilu- I mean, Sir Ragnvindr, what are you doing!?" You reached for his arm but pulled back at the last second. A war raged inside your mind - one billowing urge shouted to push him away so you could steady your fluttering heart, and the other shrieked, terrified of making contact out of fear he'd know the truths of your unsettled heart.

"These are uncomfortable, are they not?"

You glanced at your shoes. "I mean - yes, but you don't have to worry about it. Please," you begged, fingers hovering above his hand, body fighting the will to rip free from his grasp. "Sir Ragn-"

"Diluc," he interrupted and looked up at you, "I much prefer when you call me Diluc."

You didn't know how to respond, didn't know how to react, so you just sat frozen while he carefully removed your shoes and tended to the wounds they had caused.

His touch was warm. Violently warm. It was like heat seeped from every bit of him. Tendrils of flames licked across his brow, his cheeks, his jawline. You were so close you could smell the earth and trapped dust from the melting snow trapped in his clothes.

He placed the bandage across your foot and carefully wrapped it until it was secure.

"T-Thank you," you mumbled. You were stuck between being embarrassed by what was happening and being smitten by it. You were in a haze. Your eyes could barely focus on his hands as he worked, barely noticing the stick he placed beside your right foot. The medicine he applied had soothed the soft burn of the blister.

He stood and a wave of his scent washed over you. It took a moment for you to catch your breath, but when you did, you reached for your shoes that he had placed on the table.

"I'll repay you for the treatment."

"No need," he replied as he tugged at the decorative cloth bag. His back blocked you from what was inside. You worked on stretching the laces of your shoes so you could slip them over your foot. Just as you were about to place them on, Diluc returned and stalled your actions, taking the shoe from you and returning it to the table. He easily held your calf and slipped on another shoe. A flat, wide one that wouldn't rub against you the way your own had. "How does it fit?" he asked as he carefully slid it over your heel and adjusted it until it was on completely.

The shoe was elegant, beautiful. Something you would only dream of buying - most of your clothes were from sales and take-bins of neighbors doing their yearly cleaning. These were --

"Wait - did you buy these?"

"I did. But I was unaware of your size. If these are not satisfactory, I purchased several others which may be more suitable for you," he explained and that's when you noticed the stack of boxes now exposed from the cloth bag. Two boxes were placed to the side, another still in it, while the last was open, the lid placed at an angle as if forgotten.

"You bought," you paused, disbelief pulling in your brows, "multiple pairs?"

"It seemed better to purchase multiple than to guess. Though I could have inquired from you directly," he trailed off as if the thought had only just crossed his mind.

But only one crossed yours, "Why?"

He looked up at you, still kneeling and preparing your other foot to accept your new shoes' partner, "I notice you. You would be unable to work in this state."

"Noticed me?"

"Yes. Besides, I couldn't rightfully ... never mind."

"What," you blurted, hanging on his every word.

He glanced at you and then looked back at your feet. There was a pause, a heavy pause in the air. "To see you in discomfort. It - It did not sit well with me."

You sat in silence as he ensured the shoes fit, as he laced them, and made sure they wouldn't irritate the bandage. You held your tongue and swallowed the pounding pressure in your chest when he lifted you from the chair and made sure you could stand before he let go.

You breathed him in while he stood before you.

"I will be at Angel's Share tonight. I can set aside some time for you, should you find yourself-"

"Okay," you blurted again, followed it up with an embarrassed sorry. It made him laugh, and you snatch the lurching urge to jump on him.

"Until then," he hummed, a smile tugging at his lips. "Do not rush in the meantime. I have already given my recommendations to the guild to allow you rest, though I do not imagine you'll heed it."

Diluc packed up the bag and bid you farewell, lingering his voice on the sound of your name, his eyes on your warm face. He slipped out of the room and left you in disbelief in a pair of beautiful crimson shoes.

Xiao

Why did you decide to wear these shoes?

You thought at least twenty times as you trudged down the path. As you hiked over the mountain passes that had seen better days in their time. A giant bolder blocked you a few paces back and you were still brushing yourself off from the unprepared scramble; you found a tear in your clothes and groaned.

For an adventurer, you got off pretty lucky. Only taking the low-priced requests. Ones left for running between towns, helping clear out someone's back room, or helping with a shipment. You weren't interested in the daring adventures that some in the guild would take, snatch up before you even had a chance to read the whole thing. And you certainly weren't about to follow in the footsteps of that strange traveler who - for a while - was accused of killing the Liyue Archon. (You still had your suspicions).

Nope, you were complacent, content with the simple jobs that helped you keep the lights on and splurge on the things that caught your eye. One of which was currently on your feet and digging into the skin uncomfortably. You hopped on one foot and shoved your finger inside the edge of the shoe in the hopes of stretching out the tight leather.

The top of the path crept over the horizon and you picked up the pace to reach it. You adored cresting the hill and seeing the harbor stretch across the bay, how the tall mountainside loomed above her - a watchful guardian, a shield and protector. You sighed and adjusted the pack on your back. The road into the harbor wasn't long, but it was steep, and you prepared yourself for a rough descent with your aching feet.

Every step slowed you down. Each one more uncomfortable than the last. You thought about taking off your shoes but didn't want to catch the disapproving glares that came from Liyue's citizens. So, you pushed forward.

A plume of green and black smoke enveloped you. You would have shouted but you were used to the sensation and how it obscured your view. Months ago you stumbled upon the smoke's owner in a field. He seemed injured so you went to check on him only to learn he was fine, and rather unappreciative of your concern - actually, he was irritatingly annoyed that you had distracted him from his lay-about.

"Hello, little Xia--woah!" Instead of appearing near you like he had before, you were suddenly floating in the green smoke. It whipped through your hair, tugged at your loose clothes, and bit at your skin. You felt like you were falling, and then you were - into the arms of the Adeptus who normally kept his respectful distance from you.

When your eyes adjusted to the return of light, you twisted to look at him, one arm draped over his shoulders as if he had placed it there.

"What are you-?" The words caught in your throat. Confusion, surprise, and bashful bewilderment tickled your cheeks and stole your ability to speak. Your face was inches from him. Closer than it ever had been before.

"You're injured," he spoke softly, matter-of-factly, his eyes drifting to your feet. You could already see the broken skin around your heel.

"It's nothing. Just my shoes," you explained as you stared at your own feet as if that explanation meant anything to him.

"Hold on," he said as he held you to him and the two of you disappeared into a puff of ethereal phthalo.

Xiao placed you on the small stool you had left out on the balcony the night before. He was careful to not let you crash into it. His strength - despite his size - was easy to sense as he eased you onto it and waited for you to settle.

"Thanks," you hummed, stealing a peek at his eyes. Eyes the shade of ginkgo trees in fall, eyes that held eons of history and centuries of sadness. Xiao didn't speak much, but his searching and timid eyes quenched your thirst for his voice.

He lifted your leg and you covered your mouth to avoid making a noise. Before you could ask him a question, he withdrew into his haze and was gone. You sat motionless for only a few seconds, and contemplated entering your house as you, in a daze, took off your shoes but when you rose to leave, Xiao reappeared holding a small container.

"For your injury. It's important to - take care of yourself," he mumbled the last part of his sentence as he held the container out to you. Averting eyes, open fingers unmoving, waiting for you to take it.

Your fingertips brushed his skin. "Did you get this for me?" He crossed his arms and didn't answer but his actions still made your chest warm and lips pull into a giddy smile.

"Don't dally," he scolded and threw you a sharp stare, "Or you'll be left with a scar."

"Oh right." You nodded and uncapped the container. The salve held a potent medicinal scent. "You don't have to stay," you added, a little sad at the thought of him leaving but recognizing that he didn't enjoy the sights and sounds of the city. His avoidance one of the many secrets locked in the amber of his soul.

"I'll wait."

You opened your mouth to protest but he turned his back to you, crossed his arms. Watched, observed. Protective.

"Thank you, Xiao," you whispered and chuckled at the grunt that floated toward you from the Adeptus statue standing near the corner of your balcony.

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dreamerinthemoonlight · 6 months

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All I Ask of You

title from Phantom of the Opera

Summary: You have a nightmare. Neuvillette comforts you

CW: hurt/comfort, graphic imagery

Word Count: 495

Pairings: Neuvillette x gn!reader

A/N: Please pardon any mistakes I made with this. I wrote this while dead exhausted

The night wind whispers as you take a seat on a bench behind the Palais Mermonia. It and the chirping of far off crickets are the only sounds to be heard. This late in the evening, the last of the workaholics has made their way home, leaving the building behind you dark and lifeless. Even Neuvillette has gone to bed, sleeping away the days worries and stress.

But not you. You look up at the stars, watching them dance silently above the city.As beautiful as they are, a pattern of light across the vast, moonless sky, they aren’t enough to distract you from the unease gnawing at your heart.

Faint images--the lingering memories of the might’s nightmares--force their way to the front of your mind. You shiver, curling in on yourself.

“Y/n?”

A soft voice returns your attention to your immediate surroundings.

You look over your shoulder at your lover. “Neuvie…Did I wake you up?”

“No, love. I woke up to drink some water but you weren’t in bed.”

“Oh. I guess I needed some space to think.”

The sky clouds over and a soft rain begins to fall as Neuvillette sits next to you. The sensation, so familiar after all the time you’ve spent with the dragon, is as comforting as his shoulder brushing against yours.

“A penny for your thoughts, love?”

“It was just a nightmare.”

Neuvillette frowns and takes your hand in his. “Again?”

“Mhmm.”

“Will you tell me about it? Perhaps talking will ease your mind.”

“I don’t know, Neuvie. They were pretty graphic.”

“All the more reason to speak. But if you don’t want to, I won’t make you.”

After a moment’s thought, you lift Neuvillette’s arm and tuck yourself under it, resting your head on his chest.

Neuvillette shifts his weight to accommodate the new position, taking the opportunity to start running deft fingers through your hair.

“It wasn’t anything complicated. Not really. It’s just… I don’t think anyone wants to dream about a person literally tearing their own skin off. The agony on his face…it was revolting.”

You shudder at the memory.

Neuvillette wraps his arm around you, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “You should have woken me, y/n. There’s no need to suffer alone.”

“You spend all day presiding over court, dealing with Lady Furina, and doing all that paperwork. The last thing I want is to bother you over a stupid nightmare.”

Neuvillette sighs. This argument isn’t a new one to either of you. “I’ve said before, my love, it’s more of a bother to wake up and find you gone.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize. I wish I could chase away these nightmares. It worries me, seeing you up so many nights.”

“But you can’t. All I ask is that you hold me when they happen. That helps more than you know.”

“Always, my love. All you ever had to do was ask.”

#neuvillette is so damn sweet #Like he comes across stern and serious but he's a total sweetheart #He's a lot like Diluc in that respect #I love him so much #Neuvillette #hurt/comfort #genshin fic #genshin sfw #neuvillette x reader #neuvillette x gn!reader #genshin impact #teyvat talk

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ruqa22 · 7 months

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CHILDE is the affectionate lover. He’s clingy and the golden retriever of the dynamic. He always has to be around you or he’d probably go insane. Hopefully not.

Holding your hand or even by intertwining your pinkies together would be enough. He just needs to be in your presence. Expect cheek and nose pecks. Although very hyperactive and outgoing, there are times where he’s serious. Someone dared lay a hand on you and you wonder what happened to them? Don’t worry, they’ve been taken care of so they can no longer hurt you.

Fighting.. dates? He wants to spar, even if you’re a beginner. He’ll definitely go easy on you and perhaps tease you as well. Hey, he can’t help but do it when his pretty little partner is being so adorable! Maybe afterwards you’ll go on a proper date. If you convince him to settle down enough, that is. But when he does, eating snacks with you under a tree full of shade — it’s the perfect way to spend quality time with you. His favorite person.

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a/n: yay!! this man is something else, imo. very cheery but kinda cute tbh. this was a nice headcanon to make!

hopefully it was good enough. （╹◡╹）♡

#childe #childe x reader #childe x you #childe x y/n #genshin fluff #genshin sfw #genshin headcanons #genshin impact x you #genshin impact #ajax x reader #ajax x you

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mizuyu · 1 year

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WHEN YOU DON’T RETURN THEIR AFFECTION

inspired by this lovely post here!

a/n: lowercase intended, fluff, a bit angst-y on xiao’s part, spoilers for main event of 3.6 on wanderer’s part

characters: xiao, kazuha, wanderer

when xiao returns from his duties as an adepti, he always greets you with a simple kiss. whether it’s on the cheek or the lips, it’s just what became tradition to him. so, imagine his surprise when you don’t return with the same affection for once. he wonders back to what he’s done, rethinking your actions. once you see the worry on his face, you calm him down by explaining how you just were busy with some work. he instantly feels better, giving the smallest and almost, almost unnoticeable smile.

kazuha always greets you with a back hug, whether you’re returning to the crux with him, or simply done with your day. and in return, you natural greet him with a sweet gesture, whether small or big. but today was different. you had returned from your adventure in liyue, and when he greets you with a back hug, he expects, no, he hopes that you’ll greet him with a kiss (can you really blame him, he loves you a lot). instead you do nothing, which throws him off guard. “hey, love, did i do something?” he’s quick to communicate. to which you shake your head, pointing to the piece of paper in front of you. oh, you were reading a note. how could he not notice…? he smiles, “let’s figure this out together, hmm?”

on the other hand, wanderer usually greets you with a simple “i’m home.” after he returns from his studies. he usually yearns to hear you response to him with “i’m coming” giving him a big hug, but this didn’t happen today. he walks up to your shared bedroom, giving a quick knock. oh, you were sleeping. he chuckles to himself, taking it upon his self to help with your studies. “goodnight, and sweet dreams.” as he shifts you over to bed instead, putting a blanket over you.

#genshin headcanons #genshin x reader #genshin sfw #xiao headcanons #xiao x reader #kazuha headcanons #kazuha x reader #wanderer headcanons #wanderer x reader

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hellinistical · 2 years

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1:37

ft. kazuha, xiao, heizou, aether, scaramouche, childe, albedo, kaeya, gorou, itto, tighnari

Archons, you wanted to fall in love.

You craved it, if love in the stories you’ve read was anything to go by.

You craved the idea of it, coming home to someone everyday, knowing that their embrace was at your beck and call.

But you feared it.

Fearing the way that it could consume people, turn them into something they were not. It wasn’t right. It wasn’t natural. How one measly emotion could so entirely change someone.

You craved love, but you despised it nonetheless.

Still…

You smiled at the thought of your little crush developing, unsure of whether or not you’d need to stomp it down before it became stronger.

How would it feel, to lay with them, fingers carding through their hair,

Or to be the cause of their lips up turning into an expression of joy,

Or even have someone be so completely and utterly devoted to you, hands and voice praising every part of you,

You sighed, gazing out the window, seeing them run by before stopping, as if they felt your gaze. They turned, and you made eye contact.

And with a wave and a smile, they were off.

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ahaclownnoises · 8 months

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stimboard of me & dada!! agai..

🍼// 🍵 // 🍼

🍵 // 🍼 // 🍵

🍼 // 🍵 // 🍼

It usppos b the Tsaritsa n zhongli.. yhey father-daught real:3!!! bu’ bronya is kinda.. sorta.. the Tsaritsa so used her!! was gonn mak thi focalors n neuv cus tha fit us way wayy better!! bu’ gona use focalors for me n Bubba!! @anemodaycare

#sfw agere #sfw interaction only #genshin agere #genshin age regression #genshin stimboard #genshin sfw #agere community #stimboard #sfw regression #the tsaritsa #zhongli #lil toms!!

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white-sinner · 11 months

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It said that you take requests so…

I know that Baizhu has a medical background and Tighnari and Bennet just kinda know that kind of stuff because of their occupations. What about a trans reader having an adverse reaction to certain medications and hormone treatments like blood clots, pelvic cramping etc. maybe just like fluff or something? It can just be generalized for both trans masc and fem if you want, but preferably trans masc

Is 🏳️‍⚧️ anon taken?

don't go too far i don't want anything bad to happen to you my prince..

Baizhu

Tighnari

Bennett

A/n= hello sure! everyone is welcome here have

BAIZHU

❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ you have been engaged to Baizhu for a couple of years now your friendship started when you two were studying at the akademiya but then going forward it turned into something more if there was a word to describe you two at that time it would be high school sweethearts. Now you work together with Baizhu in the pharmacy but there is something disturbing him and your health has been more than 5 months since you started taking hormone treatments but it is not going as it should.

you were serving a customer when you started coughing and feeling so weak in your legs that you had to collapse after a few minutes to recover you asked Qiqi if she could replace you

"Baizhu can I go home emm I'm not feeling well"

"sure but first sit down I want to check something”

and this is when the panic starts to rise you hadn't told Baizhu about these reactions and didn't want him to worry and before you knew he had already placed you on the bed

“for how long ?”

“w-what?”

"How long have you been like this and you haven't told me M/n.."

at that moment you were speechless the only thing you could do was let tears shed

"shsh M/n it's all right we'll find another way please"

" why s-is it reacting like that?!”

“I know it's hard but every body is different so I think it's causing you side effects”

“B-but”

“M/n please understand that it's dangerous I-I don't want you to end up like me please we are still in time to stop this" in that moment he's not talking to you like a doctor but like a boyfriend worried about the health of his prince he'll let you vent by embracing you

"M/n? My beloved,"

you turned up at Baizhu calming tone.

"I know you are overwhelmed, but please remember your worth. You are incredibly brave and talented, a wonderful boyfriend, and an amazing partner that I am grateful to have.”

A blush crept onto your cheeks, you snuggled closer to his chest in an effort to hide it.

"You are so handsome, my love. So full of passion, and eyes so full of light you outshine even the brightest star in the galaxy. You may not view yourself as such, but please know I view you as the light that shone in my time of darkness. You are the beautiful man that pulled me to my senses and kept me steady, who encouraged me to do my best even if you weren't feeling the greatest yourself. I'll find another way my prince” and so he kiss you softly

TIGHNARI

❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅

you and tighnari have been together for a while now let's say that you are considered as the cupid of sumeru but even cupid can be hit by his own arrow. and since before you started dating with tighnari you've been on hormones

you and Tighnari were in the forest together to analyze the situation in the area when you started coughing without stopping and since you left you were sick and Tighnari didn't want you to come but you had insisted but now?

“hey! M/n what's going on? are you OK?!"

you tried to speak but the more you tried, the more blood comes out

"don't talk I'll take you back to the camp"

as soon as you arrived everyone looked at you and tighnari didn't like it at all you were sick what the fuck did they have to look at! arrived at the tent he made you lie down and gave you some painkillers "do you know what could be causing this reaction?"

“…”

“M/n you coughed blood and bad what would have happened if you were alone what would have happened s-if I wasn't there..”

“Tighnari i-“

“please M/n don't lie to me”

“I think was it the hormones”

“the hormones? how many do you take”

after you show him the doctor card

“what! but there are too many I'm not surprised that you are like this now"

"I'm sorry.."

"about what? it wasn't your fault but that incompetent who gave you the dose"

he kisses you softly and cuddles you for a while

"now rest I have something very important to do"

“what do you have to do?" you see he pull out his bow and his smile disappears

"talking to that incompetent who did this to you"

BENNETT

❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅

you and Bennett have been engaged since you were 15 now you are more or less grown up now you were exploring but something went wrong

“Hey M/n look!”

your boyfriend yells but suddenly you collapse losing consciousness

"M/n!"

he picked you up and look for the first person for help and he finds Kaeya. after a while you woke up

"M/n you're awake!"

yelled Bennett crying

"well you're awake I'm happy"

"the reason you passed out is because you wore your binder for too long" Kaeya said keeping an eye on you like your parent when you come back after your curfew

"don't worry Kaeya 'from now on I'll keep a closer eye on him!”

Bennett said with a smile

#male reader #x male reader #genshin x male reader #ftm reader #trans mlm #transmasc #x male y/n #genshin fluff #genshin sfw

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samuelthesilly · 5 months

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Trying to girlboss my way out of art block

#samuel’s art #genshin sfw #genshin diluc #genshin impact #genshin fanart #diluc ragnvindr #diluc fanart #diluc

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that-foul-legacy-lover · 3 months

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Ooh I have an interesting question for you.

What are the subtle differences between Legacy and Childe? Like, besides the whole abyssal mothman transformation thing lmao. Things that only someone really close to them would notice.

No, no, lemme cook. It could be a difference in body language, it could be a hyper-specific mannerism, it could be a certain preference that contradicts the other side of him – or it could be something else entirely. A preferred manner of nonverbal communication. An emotional attachment to a specific thing. A memory the other side does not recall. A difference in their physical touch, or a different response to affection. Different fears.

Pls idek, I hope you can understand what I mean :')

I'd imagine Legacy relies heavily on instincts, rather than either emotion or logic, but that's as far as I can think, sleepless as I am. Thought you might like the lil prompt? Sort of?

Can this be considered a request?? Hmm... Whatever feels better for you I guess <33

Alr, that's all I think. Love you :DD

oh anon, i adore this. thank you so much

A Study of Mortal and Abyssal Nature

Foul Legacy x Reader Pronouns: Gender Neutral (no pronouns mentioned) Genre: Fluff, Comfort Warnings: Allusions to fighting and blood, mentions of the ocean

~ * ~ Childe stands tall, back straight with a hand casually on his hip, the epitome of confidence. If there’s a breeze his scarf begins to sway gently; a perfectly picturesque vision both strong and intimidating, as a Harbinger should be. Foul Legacy crouches, doing his best to seem unthreatening and gentle to the people he likes. He hunches in on himself, wanting to embrace, to listen, to comfort- but only for those he favors. Threats are met with snarls and bared fangs, claws sharp as razors and battle prowess honed to a deadly edge.

Childe has a wonderful, boisterous laugh that carries across the room and draws everyone’s eyes towards him. It’s loud and carefree, often done with his eyes closed and body doubled over as he fights to compose himself before finally looking up at you, breathless and grinning with delight. Foul Legacy chitters quietly, like a stream of soft, happy giggles. It’s almost always either from something you said or your reaction to his teasing, a glint of mischief in his crystalline eye, and he laughs until you’re laughing alongside him, before gently nudging his head under your chin with a lighthearted huff.

Childe walks down the streets with you easily, always touching you somehow- an arm around your shoulders, a hand on your waist, his fingers laced with yours. He cheerfully invades your personal space, bumping against you playfully and peppering kisses over your cheeks until you can’t help but push him away with a laugh, but he’ll stop instantly if you seem the slightest bit uncomfortable. Foul Legacy lingers close to you, nearby but not touching until you give him explicit permission, and even then his talons barely graze your skin. He gently bumps his forehead against yours instead, asking for you to scritch behind his horns and leaning into your touch. His head ends up in your lap more often than not, always making sure his kneading claws aren’t tearing your legs before inevitably falling asleep.

Childe loves the snow and all that it represents for him- his loyalty, his home, his strength. He stands firmly in the icy landscape, wrapped in a coat of furs and weaponry and love as he tells you to wait for him, wait for him in the warmth as he ventures into the cold, because he’ll always return just for you. Foul Legacy prefers warmth, having been surrounded by the chill of the Abyss for his whole life. His favorite moments are spent by a gentle fire, holding you close as you both sip hot drinks, and at night he makes sure to tightly curl around you. During the summer he basks in the sun, napping under the bright rays like a cat, only waking up with a sleepy rumble when you carefully shake him.

Childe prefers to hold you, shielding you from the outside world. As someone who was forced to grow up too soon, too quickly, Childe has seen darkness and despair firsthand, and wants nothing more than to protect you from everything cruel. He knows he can’t do it forever, that you’re plenty strong, but he can damn well try. Foul Legacy likes being held, having been deprived of kind touch in the Abyss. Being a native beast from the depths of the world, he was used to a solitary existence, but now he’s fallen in love with your hugs and kisses, burying himself in your arms when he’s feeling particularly lonely. There’s something so comforting about being able to curl against you, feeling you do your utmost to hug him even though he’s so much larger than you, his head against your shoulder and nuzzling against the crook of your neck.

Childe remembers bumping into you on the street, your apology quick and lighthearted. He had been wearing his Harbinger uniform, yet you still talked to him like he was an old friend, and Childe could feel his heart melting at that very instant. The next day he had walked that same path, and the next, and the next, until he finally came across you again with an eager shout. Foul Legacy remembers the first time Childe showed him to you, the way your eyes went wide with amazement. There had been a pause as Legacy crouched down to tentatively sniff you before letting out a delighted chirp- he recognized your scent, your voice, your appearance, from your time with Childe, watching from the back of the Harbinger’s mind. Now you were here, in front of him, and Legacy had quickly nudged his head against your outstretched hand with a purr.

Childe sings music from his home nation- popular songs, old ballads, lullabies his mother had sung for him. His accent comes through when he does, sheepishly laughing when you point it out, but he knows you love it so. He teaches you some of his and learns some of yours, mixing them together into something wholly unique. Foul Legacy’s songs are hauntingly beautiful, like an echoing whale’s call from deep beneath the sea. They’re all wordless tunes, composed entirely of notes and melodies, and he seems utterly overjoyed when you try to mimic them. One day he’ll tell you that his songs are reserved for you alone, the one he loves, but for now he’ll listen to you hum and hum back in return.

Childe tugs on your sleeve when he wants to get your attention, plopping his chin onto your shoulder as his arms wrap around you from behind. When you turn, you can see a silent pout on his lips, clearly telling you that he’s in need of some attention before he becomes restless. Foul Legacy approaches you directly, leaning down and bumping his head against your collarbone before looking at you imploringly. You’ll cup his face, swiping your thumbs over the plated cheeks, and a slow, soft purr rises from Legacy’s chest as he relaxes.

Childe fears the dark. Foul Legacy fears silence.

Childe fights to win. Foul Legacy fights to survive.

Both of them have nightmares. Both of them forcefully temper their hunger for blood with sparring. Both of them bristle at the slightest threat to the ones they care about. Both of them dread the day they’ll have to return to a kingdom of dead stars and corpses.

Both of them watch whatever you’re doing with a mushy, adoring look in their eyes, not saying a word. Both of them pick you up and spin you around in greeting after a long day’s work. Both of them sweep you into surprise dances, holding your hands like you’re a precious treasure. Both of them fall asleep leaning against you, waking up with a fluffy mess of ginger hair and a gentle, dreamy smile.

Both of them love you, unconditionally, now and forever.

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witch-hazels-musings · 10 months

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Forever Falling

warning: reader falls but is caught by character, drunk people mention, non-descript drink mention

diluc x gn reader | anthology - diluc drabble

The tavern was packed tonight. Patrons filled every inch, bomoed into one another without a care. Normally you would have avoided coming here on a busier night but it had been a while since you went out, and your friends were pretty convincing. Still, as you waited in line for something to drink, you started to wonder if it was even worth it. Why was it so loud in here.

"Thank you," you said with a smile to Charles who acknowledged you for a split second before moving onto another patron. Bartending was no joke; you'd make sure to leave him an extra big tip next time. "Excuse me," you repeated as you passed through the sea of bodies. They didn't pay much attention to you but you managed without their help. Until, that is, you got to the staircase.

A line had formed to get to the second floor, but no one was moving. People staggered back and forth on the steps, blocked the traffic from moving up while a steady stream filtered down. If you wanted to get back to your table, you were going to have to wait, or ask a bit more forcefully.

"Sorry, I just want to squeeze past you," you tried to stay polite, to smile and laugh a little as you spoke but the tavern noise drowned you out. You managed to get a few steps up but that was about it. "Um, sorry ..." you tapped someone on the shoulder and as soon as they turned to look at you, a wave of people pushed down the steps and you felt yourself slip.

You shouted in surprise, reaching for the rail to catch yourself. The solid sole of your shoe slid across the polished wood floor making it impossible to stop yourself. You were going to hit the ground, hard. Mentally you prepared for it but what actually happened threw it all out the window.

You crashed into something, but it wasn't the floor. It was sturdy, had arms that caught you and held you upright, held a warmth that permeated through your clothes. When you opened your eyes to see what it was, you froze.

Diluc Ragnvindr was holding you, his sharp jaw and vibrant hair were inches from your face. You could see a scowl slowly develop on his features, feel his hand grip your right arm tightly, feel the heat of his palm on your waist. Your heart was pounding. Where did he even come from?

"Be more aware of yourselves," he scolded, adding quickly, "If you continue to choose to loiter in my establishment, I will ask you to leave." Diluc's tone sent a shock through the crowd, several soft apologies drifted down toward him as they hurridly scattered up or down the staircase. A few people looked at you causing you to shy away. "Are you hurt?" He asked after the crowd dissipated, and helped you stand upright again. His arm stretched out beside you to act as your support and barrier to those passing by.

"I don't think so ..." Instinctually, you placed your hand on Diluc's arm. Somehow it felt even more sturdy than the railing he was holdin onto. As you examined yourself, tested your ankles for injury, you noticed the drink you were holding spilled and had stained your brand new shirt. "... that sucks," you huffed, rolling your eyes as you pulled on the wet fabric to help it dry.

"I'll pay for it to be cleaned," he said, pointedly.

"Oh no - it was my fault." You threw up your hand in protest but he was already ushering you toward office door next to the bar. With ease he took the drink in your hand, careful with his touch, and quickly placed it on the counter. "Um-"

"I'll make you another," he explained before escorting you the rest of the way. He opened the office door, gesturing for you to enter and when you were inside, he pulled on the door leaving it slightly ajar. "I apologize for the damage to your clothes."

"It's really alright. You really don't need to apologize." You waved him off, "Nor do you need to do more than what you've already done."

"I don't mind."

"Yes but ..." he paused, glancing at you from the corner of his eyes. His presence was so intimidating even if he didn't mean too. It was no wonder you swallowed your words at the intensity of his glance. Nervous, you began to pick at your nails. Somehow it was harder to breathe in this small, empty room than it was out there in the bustling crowd. "So, um ..." find something to fill the quiet before your heart explodes, "is it usually this rowdy?"

"Not normally. I suspect the warming weather has a part to play." The clinking of metal created a steady beat in the office. There was a ticking clock behind you which drew your attention to the wall. Accolades, awards, and other accommodations covered it until there was hardly space anymore. Newspaper clippings that seemed older than you were carefully covered by a pane of glass. One in particular caught your eye - an older man who bore a striking resemblance to Diluc was standing next to the entrance to Angel's Share. His smile was bright, proud. You'd never met Crepus but based on how the townspeaple spoke of him, he looked exatly like you imagined. "This should do," Diluc's voice drew you back, in his hands was a small pouch that he offered to you.

You took a few steps toward him, your eyes landing everywhere but on his face. The pouch was heavy; this was far too much. "Thank you, I'll return the rest of it."

"No need,"

"Diluc," you looked at him, head tilted and eyes narrowing to express your displeasure.

Surprisingly, he gave in, "If you insist."

"I do," you said with a small smile. He nodded and placed the rest of the mora back into a lockbox. "Honestly, It's nice of you to even offer. I wouldn't have asked you, you know."

"Mmmhm," Diluc turned to reach the doorknob before you could so you paused to let him but he was taking his time. Confused, you looked behind you to see if there was something you knocked over or disrupted that made his falter. "Are you headed home?" He asked unexpectedly, fingers wrapped securly around the doorknob, the crack in the door growing smaller as if he wanted to keep this part of the conversation private.

"Probably soon," you admitted. You weren't that comfortable in the bar to begin with and now your clothes were wet, and stained. "I might spend a few more minutes with my friends then head home. Why?"

Diluc's jaw clenched, he looked past you as if lost in thought before returning to focus on your very warm face. You'd never been this close to him before, nor alone with him this long. At most you chatted with him while a bar top separated you, or you spoke pleasantries when passing each other in the city. This was one of the more intimate interactions you had with him. you didn't want it to end - you were being greedy.

"When you are ready to leave, come find me. I'll escort you home." Naturally you wanted to protest, tell him that was far too much but something in his intense stare told you to let it be. Your breathing sped up, your heart started to pound wildly again. Did he have any idea how much he effected you?

"Okay," you replied, eyes searching his until you landed on his lips right as they turned upward.

"Take you're time, I'll be ready whenever you are."

Nodding, you stepped through the door but as you re-entered the bustling tavern you turned back to him, catching him by surprise.

"I'm ready now," you confessed, hands wringing around the edge of your shirt. Diluc had yet to close the door, hadn't even turned toward you. He was frozen in place, and you held your breath waiting for his next move.

With ease, he closed and locked the office before closing the distance between you and raising his arm toward the back door.

"Let's head out the back," he suggested, moving his body so you could walk past him. Giddy, elated, nervous, you took a step, felt the warmth of his palm against your back as he sheparded you onward.

The cool night air rushed through your hair, the scent of rain -kissed flowers filled your nose as you stepped in the back alley, unafraid.

"You still owe me a drink though," you teased, voice timid even though you were trying to be brave.

Diluc chuckled which sounded so perfect in the quiet of the evening, "Of course," he affirmed as the two of you headed away from the boistrous noise flooding out of Angel's Share and making your own in comforting conversation.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr #diluc drabbles #hazels works #genshin sfw #genshin fluff #diluc x gn reader #genshin impact x gn reader

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wolfiewuvs · 9 days

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culd you do a cg diluc (genshim impac) moodbord pwease :3

ofc! ( I dont kno abt the character too much sry ) but ya!

Diluc care giver (CG) moodboard com! 🔥🩷🧸

• DNI • ddlg, nsfw, anti-agere, anti-petregre, proship

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etherealphosphor · 7 months

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Looking for inspiration for Genshin men x Gn!Reader stuff if anyone wants to suggest something! ♡

⟡ I will write: sfw, fluff, some angst (depends), headcanons, longer stories (if I get inspired)

⟡ I won’t write: smut, enemies to lovers, really dark angst, continuations of previous (longer) stories (depends)

I do apologize if I don’t use your ideas, my inspiration is running low right now and I’m just looking for another spark. Hope you understand!

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tamak1su0h · 10 months

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short modern haitham x kaveh au idea that’s been stuck in my head for several weeks now hehe

! not proofread, fluff, sfw

one morning kaveh notices an unbelievably filthy car in the parking lot next to the building where his art studio is at. considering his idea nearly genius, he writes on the rear window with several moves of his right hand’s index finger: “wash me”. this note has no chance to escape haitham’s gaze as later he replies with “give me your number then”.

the following day, kaveh notices the car owner’s response, which makes him a little embarrassed. he decides not to leave another note as, to his mind, it has no sense. suddenly, he hears haitham’s voice behind his back.

“is something wrong?”

feeling ambushed, without any other word kaveh escapes the “crime scene”.

what catches haitham’s attention next is the absence of the reply to his “note” on the car’s window.

with an awkward movement of the hand, haitham adds “please?” to the last message of his.

two weeks pass by and the response is nowhere to be found. haitham grows tired of the waiting and (finally) decides to get his car washed. along with the dirt, he believes, this whole silly story will be left in the past.

_____

this same day kaveh gets approval of his artworks to be displayed at the international art exhibition. the news results in an unexpected party held right in the kaveh’s studio.

right before entering the building he cast a surprised gaze on haitham’s car that no longer resembles a clump of dirt.

slightly grinning, kaveh reaches his studio where the final party preparations have been done.

around 10 pm the friend-group hits the stage of sharing random facts about their lives and playing “truth or dare” games.

three hours later there are only kaveh and tighnari left in the studio. that is the moment when kaveh makes a decision to share his window notes story with the friend. kaveh doesn’t even have time to finish talking as intermittent laughter, belonged to nari, ripples through the room. he (more as a joke) advises his friend to grasp this chance. silence falls in the room right after kaveh’s quiet response that the owner has washed the car.

without thinking twice, tighnari tears out a piece of paper from his notebook and swiftly marks it with kaveh’s phone number. the next moment kaveh finds himself holding the said paper in his hand not knowing what he is supposed to do with this note.

tighnari is eager for kaveh to to get this dick so he grabs him by the elbow and leads kaveh to the parking lot.

there were only three cars. given the car’s description provided earlier by kaveh, it takes less than a minute for tighnari to detect haitham’s car.

step, another one, and the note is already flaunting on the wind-shield of the car.

______

unfortunately, it’s 10 in the morning. kaveh wakes up not so much from a severe headache, but from the ringing phone. the number on the screen is unknown so he ignores the call. kaveh tries to remember what their night talk with tighnari has been about. nothing comes to mind.

realizing that tighnari is probably still asleep, he sends him a message asking whether they can meet later in the local cafe.

the answer is not long in coming and they agree on meeting each other in an hour. it seemed to kaveh for a moment that he has never expected anything so much in his life. it feels like he is missing something very, very important.

_____

meanwhile, haitham is confused: why would one leave their phone number if they are not willing to answer the call?

_____

kaveh comes half an hour earlier than agreed stumbling upon each other at the entrance. neither of them think much of what happened.

- tighnari! how has the night ended?

- are you kidding me? YOU LEFT YOUR NUMBER TO THE CAR GUY! AND YOU EVEN BOTHERED YOURSELF WITH DRAWING A HEART AT THE END OF IT!

- i did WHAT? please, say that you’re not serious…

- i’d gladly say so, but it won’t change the fact that you actually did it.

- i got a call from an unknown number this morning. it must be him.

- i can’t believe that you’re saying it only now!

- in my defence i haven’t had even the slightest idea of leaving my number to him.

- my goodness, just call him back.

- well, you got a point there. what if he’s busy? i better send him a message.

Good day! You called me today, but I could not pick up the phone as I was suffering from the hangover, and could not even remember what my name was. If you are free, is it okay for me to call you? Thank you.

after sending the message, kaveh and tighnari stay in the cafe for two more hours talking about everything and nothing at the same time.

_____

kaveh iss working late in the studio when the phone’s screen lit up. it is another message notification.

ehh, hello, i guess? if you’re awake, i could call you. and, by the way, my name is al-haitham

it is quite late, but kaveh is mostly surprised by the calm tone of haitham’s message. that’s what he thinks about, dialling haitham.

- hello?

- is this... al-haitham?

- oh, you called me and even remembered my name!

- i want to apologize for writing those notes on your car’s window.

- do you want to meet up?

- what do you mean?

- meet. you, me, and the parking lot. i’m finishing with the work for today so i’ll be free in fifteen minutes. what do you think?

- good? i’ll see tomorrow day, right?

- wait and find out yourself.

- actually, sounds terrible.

- are you coming?

- you have fifteen minutes to come down.

kaveh gets up and looks at himself in the mirror. he is wearing the most casual attire which consisted of black pants and blue shirt. he picks up the jacket weighing on the chair and leaves the studio.

haitham is wearing black bottom as well and green sweater that he has acquired not so long ago. his hair looks messy as he has been grabbing his head while working.

haitham sees kaveh and realizes that he has seen him earlier. not the cafe’s entrance, but the car moment. with a smile haitham recalls the awkwardness in kaveh’s expression when he has addressed him.

when they were within arm's length of each other, they both smiled and laughed.

occasionally, kaveh interrupts the fun.

- you don’t even want to know my name?, - he says teasingly.

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On your way to their heart ❤ (Diluc x fem!Reader)

“You have spent a lot of time together with your friends. Enough time, as for having feelings growing from you to them. Will these feelings be reciprocated ever?”

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Warnings: none.

A/N: you might want to listen the Dawn Winery’s theme in a loop while reading this. Just saying <3

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Another party is being celebrated at the Dawn Winery. There were a lot of important people at the building, but not a sight for any Fatui or another Snezhnayan native. There were also a few knights, including Kaeya as usual. Secretly, you both had a mission undercover.

Since you two are the most reliable people for Diluc right now, he asked you two to assist the party and pay special attention to any suspicious attitude. But so far, the only suspicious thing you two could spot was a drunkard declaring himself to another. Nothing you haven’t seen at the tavern...

- (sigh) Isn’t there anyone interested in threatening our dear nation tonight? -. Kaeya teased.

- Haha... Do you wish it occurs? That boring is to have a tranquil night just for once.

- Hoho, dear. You truly have never worked at an office in your life, have you?. It wouldn’t suit your style anyway.

You two spent time together judging everyone’s aspect and giving sort of hilarious observations about your objectives.

The rich men approached Diluc one by one to salute the young master. Some of them came with their daughters as a company. Of course, they also were trying to introduce them to the Master, in case he might pick one of them.

Kaeya just spotted a new young lady being introduced to his brother.

- Here, let’s pay attention to these.

The whole introduction could be heard from your position.

- Dear Master, we are so honored with your invitation to this party. And given the occassion, we would like to introduce to you my beloved daughter Agathe.

- Greetings, my lady. - Diluc saluted her with no special gestures.

The lady smiled with pride and made a small reverence upon him.

- Must you know that my precious daughter is well known in Fontaine for her intelligence, bravery and...

You interrupted your listening with Kaeya.

- Seriously? This is the way they think they’ll get to him? - You said in a tone you sort of expressed jealously.

- But that’s the funny part. We are about to see how another damsel is rejected by no one else than Diluc Ragnvindr itself. It won’t take long, pay attention.

You stared at the scene again.

- I cannot imagine the joy of having a lady of such renown as you do in Fontaine. - You heard the young master saying. - I am sure that the young people of your nation feel an enormous motivation to imitate at least a fraction of your abilities. Please enjoy tonight's wine, which I assure you fits with the quality of guests we have at the Winery.

You and Kaeya couldn’t hold the laugh, so you needed to turn your faces back so they couldn’t spot you two.

- Dear Lord, I love his etiquette so much. How much class with which he rejects these girls! - You said while laughing at Kaeya.

After Kaeya stopped laughing, he started to have a few thoughts in his mind.

- So, when it will be your turn?

You looked at him with a surprised expression.

- Wait...What?

- Why not? - Kaeya teased again. - I’m pretty sure my brother has also noticed that... ‘something’ you carry with you everywhere... And I’m also sure that I spied a little jealously at your gaze. Am I correct?

You started to blush and looked away from him. Yeah, you liked Diluc, but there are too many things you considered it won’t let such thing as “you two together” would happen. At least, not anytime soon.

- I... I... Well, I can’t lie to you. But I can’t go and do as you say either.

- Well, he has saved you from a few crises before. He doesn’t do that much often to everyone in his way you know.

- Kaeya, everyone has saved me from any of my crises before. Stop it, is not funny.

- What I mean is that he has taken care of you under some special conditions that you've been in, being that he has sought only to defend the city, not every individual who crosses him. Do you get what I mean?

And yeah, you get it. Thinking better about it, Diluc has taken care of you several times before. When you arrived in the city the first time and Amber guided you through the whole Mondstadt, every time you spotted Diluc somewhere he was nice to you. Whether it's offering you free drinks or giving you grapes from his vineyard, he's always made sure you feel comfortable when you see him.

The idea wasn’t so crazy after all. You nodded, unconscious.

- But I abandoned such idea already. He had probably lost me already. - You murmured without noticing Kaeya could hear you anyway.

- Let no more be said. It's time to liven up the party. You come with me, right now. - Kaeya grabbed your arm and pulled you in Diluc’s direction, trying to get in the way of another rich man that was approaching the young master.

Kaeya murmured something to his brother in his ear, while you tried to act as normal as possible, so you would not reveal the Calvary Captain dragged you to this situation.

After Diluc heard Kaeya, he looked at you and went after one of his servants to ask him to manage the party during his absence.

You three headed to one of the meeting rooms of the winery and closed the door behind you.

- So, what do you have for me? -. Diluc started.

- Don’t you think the ladies are more than suspicious tonight? - Kaeya replied. - They all have brought jewelry, have thousands of amazing skills and such?

- I see nothing out of the usual in them. What’s your point?

- The point is that they are all diverting your attention from something much more important and dangerous to you. You might be losing anytime the chance of your life.

Diluc had a fixed gaze on Kaeya, and sometimes he looked at you like asking you ”what’s he talking about”.

- And by how risky the situation is, I’d rather let my partner share the situation with you in private. I could spoil her plans if I stay to listen. So Y/N, good luck!

- But...Wait, no, KAEYA!!! - You didn’t have any chance to reply more.

Kaeya left the room. Oh, no.

- Y/N? - You turned back to Diluc’s voice. - I can’t help but feel a little dissapointed in you. Being under threats despite I offered you my friendship and assistance several times before?

- Oh no, no. Is not about that. Don’t worry, I’m not in any danger nor anything’s happening to me.

Diluc stared at the door, cursing at the grin Kaeya might have right now. He sights in relief.

- Alright. I can’t deny I feel more relieved now. - He crossed his arms. - So, do you have any idea what was he talking about?

Here goes nothing...

- Well, you see... I- I was talking with him about... you know, friends things?

Diluc smiled at you with tenderness, not having a clue what you meant. You proceeded.

- Huft... I can’t play around with you, right? - You lifted your shoulders in resignation. - The thing is, he tried to push me to confess to you that I liked you...

Diluc raised his eyebrows.

- ...but don’t worry, that’s already part of the past hehe.

- Oh... So that’s all about it. - The young master said, putting his hand in front of his lips while thinking about what he just heard. He cleared his throat. - So, just to clarify, have these feelings passed already?

- Sureeeeely, yeah, they did pass already, so don’t worry about it anymore hehe, apologize for wasting your time with... this... misun... - You noticed how he was staring at you with one eyebrow raised and a smile on his face, not believing a single word you said. - What... why do you look at me like that...?

- Do you want me to ask one more time? - Diluc crossed his arms, waiting for your truth.

- Alright alright! I... I like you... I like you a lot. -. You blushed and stared at the floor, wishing for any geo structure to dig you right there.

Diluc smiled as if he knew the answer from long ago. He approached you, giving you his hands and waiting for your response back.

- May I?

Surprised, you gave in your hands to him, just to receive a warm and gentle scrubbing from him.

- I’m glad to hear these feelings of you are still around. Mine have been around a long ago, and have been increasing the more I share my time with you. Apologies for making you drop your ideas before. Please, take my words as a guarantee that what you feel is reciprocal.

His eyes were a glare for you. You could see and feel the fire of his soul through his eyes. It trespassed your whole body to your now burning soul and heart. Your mind flooded with your small story together. The day you met, the times you shared stories at the winery, the battles you two have been involved in, and the times when you two tried to support each other through advice with your life struggles.

You recovered your voice back after that.

- I promise I’ll do my best to be your company everywhere. There’s no need to be or feel alone anymore. I’ll be honored to stand by your side.

Diluc hummed.

- Don’t worry. You won’t see a safer city than Mondstadt to live in. And I’ll be the one that will grant you that.

Diluc putted a hand behind your head and kissed your forehead as a way to seal his promise with his lips on you.

“I’ll be your shield in the fiercest battles, either is on Teyvat, or within yourself.“

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