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imagineimpact · 3 years

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hello~~~

I hope you’re doing okay~ I really love your writing and it has given me new ideas to daydream about. I just keep having these thoughts about teaching the genshin characters how to French kiss (#^.^#)

JUST IMAGINE HOW CUTE AND AWKWARD SOME OF THEM WOULD BEEEEE

It’s okay if u don’t do it but I just like this idea :))

My first scenarios request! I love this idea so much, it's so adorable. I was thinking "just imagine-" and then realised that wait, I can just write it! SO, here you go~

(ps; wasn't sure what characters you wanted so I just picked a few. If you have any more or any specific ones you want, do let me know)

Also, referring to French kissing as Fontaine kissing bc Fontaine is the in-game France equivalent and I laughed at the idea.

Teaching the Characters to French Kiss

(Kaeya, Diluc, Scaramouche, Albedo)

(Mild nsfw? Touchy-feely stuff)

Kaeya:

“You seem a little too excited for this.”

Kaeya laughs at the comment. “Well, my little snowflake, you did tell me you wanted to show me something, and when that something has the word 'kiss' in the name I have every reason to be excited.”

You can’t help but laugh at that. “Flirty as always.” You lean closer. “But are you ready?”

“Oh, are you going to teach me by demonstration?” He teases, pulling slightly on your top.

“Of course I am.” Your gaze flickers to his lips, then his eyes. “You do like to learn by experience, don’t you?”

“When you’re the one teaching me, certainly.”

“Good.”

You meet his lips, and he quickly acts in reciprocation. You deepen the kiss and he pulls you closer, letting your tongue dominate him. He follows suit, moving his tongue and giving you a few moments of glory before pushing you back against the bed and taking over. You grip at his collar and he runs his hand up your body, letting the kiss take over you. Your thoughts become hazy.

He parts from the kiss and you whimper. “Well, I can tell you liked that.” His thumb runs over your cheek as he watches you pant lightly. “But you do always tell me that I’m good with my tongue so I shouldn’t be surprised.”

He smirks. "You really are something." His hands find your waist, pulling you closer to him and then, with a sudden movement, you're on your back with him leaning over you. “And you learned to do that without me?" Kaeya's lips find your neck for a quick kiss before he moves them to whisper in your ear, "Perhaps you could show me again and let me satiate my jealousy."

His words are teasing, but you're not about to say no.

Diluc:

Diluc stands across from you at the bar after closing hours. Of course you're welcome there whilst he cleans, considering that you're his partner after all.

“Hey.” He calls to you, leaning over the counter. “You’re staring at me again.”

“Mm. Come here.” You pull out the stool next to you, and he shoots you a strange look.

Intrigued, he does so.

He says your name softly. “If this is a ploy to get me to-“

“Shh, I just want to try something. Shift closer.”

He huffs at your interruption but follows suit, curiosity striking him.

“Good, good.” You reach over and lace your fingers with his. “Mm, okay, are you ready?”

“I suppose so.”

“Good. Close your eyes.” Your voice is quiet as you stand up. He does the action without speaking, without moving. You unlace your fingers from him and trail them up toward his neck, leaning in and brushing your lips against his as a soft of warning.

His lips part as if by command, and you let out a contented sound before you lean forward and press your lips against his, enjoying the kiss for a few moments before pushing your tongue into his mouth. He lets out an involuntary sound and grabs your waist, pulling you closer but also pulling away.

Diluc’s eyes are lidded when he meets yours. “My sweet…” He trails off, not sure what to say.

“Well, did you like it?” You ask as you snake your arms around his neck.

He hesitates, a blush rising to his face as he looks away. “I… Yes. It was more than a little pleasing.”

“Perfect.”

“Might you… show me again?” He shrinks back slightly as if unsure of himself. You chuckle slightly and lean forward.

“Of course I can.” You stop just before his lips, watching as his eyes flicker with anticipation. “Would you like me to teach you how to? We can practice until you get it right, if you like.”

“Mm.” He hums. “I think I would like that very much.”

He meets your lips. You smirk against them, leaning in.

Scaramouche:

“You want to try what?” Scaramouche stares at you in a huff. Yes, you were most certainly interrupting his work, but you knew that he didn’t want to do that work anyway.

Otherwise, he would not have let you straddle his lap in his chair, work discarded on the desk the way it currently is.

“It’s called a Fontaine Kiss.” You lean closer, your body flush against his. His eyes trail over you, his hands resting on your thighs.

“Mm. Fine.” He sighs “You’re not going to leave me alone otherwise.”

“Mhm.” You dismiss his complaining and lean in. He hesitates into the kiss, but relaxes pretty easily.

Then you slip your tongue into his mouth, and he hesitates even more. You were about to move away but he raises a hand to your cheek and pulls you closer to him, letting you run your tongue over his. He shifts in his seat, moaning into your mouth.

You part from him. “Mm, see, you-“

He pulls you back down, seemingly determined to replicate your actions. He slips his tongue into your mouth.

This time it was your chance to moan. He smirks against your lips, clearly pleased with himself.

“Mm, I’m a fast learner.” His hands slip back to your thighs.

“It would seem you are.” You stare into his eyes, anticipating his actions.

“Well?” He narrows his eyes. “Don’t make me tell you to do it again.”

You let out a quiet chuckle and lean back in.

Albedo:

"Albedo." You tap on the table across from him, watching him as he works on an experiment. You had been watching him for a while, and impatience was beginning to fester inside you.

"Hm? Did you need something?" He asks as he lifts his head from his calculations.

"What would you say if I told you I have... a little experiment, let's call it, to try?"

He stares at you curiously. "What kind of experiment, exactly?"

You circle the desk and make your way to him, barely leaving room between you. "I can almost guarantee that you'll enjoy it." You wrap your arms around his neck.

You could tell by his upturning blush that he was recalling the last time you both had 'experimented' together. He clears his throat, peering away as if it would hide the flush on his face.

"Ah, okay. I suppose if you can scientifically prove that I will enjoy your test then I will be the subject of them."

"That's what I thought you would say." You kiss his cheek, lingering for a few moments to feel the heat that rises there. "Well, are you ready?"

He nods carefully, examining your expression.

"Good. Close your eyes." You smirk. "Standard protocol." It was a cheesy thing to say, but it works.

He does as you say, lips twitching slightly as if he knows what you're about to do.

You kiss him. A simple kiss to start - you know you have to go slow with Albedo. Then, you let your tongue trace the bottom of his lip, warning him before you push it deeper.

Despite how slow you were to reach that point, he’s still surprised - you can feel that in his hesitation. But he slips his hands around your waist and eases into it, seeming to assess your movements with his own tongue.

When you pull away, he gives you no chance to breathe, pulling you back in and replicating your exact movements as if he was teaching you.

He lingers for a moment, then pulls away. “That’s… Ah.” He takes a short moment to catch his breath. “I see your technique, but if you’ll allow me to show you, I think I can… improve it.” His hands on your waist shift, gripping it firmly.

“Really now? Why don’t you show me then?”

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authormikesims · 5 years

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Working in entertainment is about success and failures. Both are an essential part of the business. While I like success, I also embrace failure. It is an opportunity to re-evaluate and make adjustments. I recently applied for #ImagineImpact #Netflix Program. They passed on my project Striker, which is inspired by a true story. We got a lot of love when the project was announced. Still looking for a home because we know there is one out there and the script is dope. Log Line - A courier transports $5 million cash to Ghana's soccer team, which refuses to play in the World Cup until they are paid. Ambushed making the delivery, he has 48 hours to recover the stolen money and stop a political conspiracy, which could have professional and personal consequences. #filmmaking #Screenwriting #AfricanHeroes #soccer #WorldCup #Ghana https://www.instagram.com/p/CD8EiXTlv6a/?igshid=ik7wrd9jfvcm

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imagineimpact · 3 years

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Caught (Scaramouche x Reader)

I got you! ♥

Caught

Scaramouche x Reader

It wasn’t like you had expected for it to happen but there you were, tied back by your wrists and locked up in some sort of cell. There were strangers around, all masked, keeping a keen watch on you. The fabric stuffed in your mouth kept you quiet. No one had said anything to you, but they most certainly were watching you. Every passing second made you feel worse, the hard clump that you felt in your chest tightening and making it hard to breath. You wanted to cry, you wanted to scream, but you knew that it might have gotten you in trouble if you did. You weren’t sure what exactly you had done to deserve such a thing.

You didn’t want the tears to leak out of your eyes, but they did. It felt like you were a kid in a timeout corner, locked and without being able to do anything. You had no choice but to let the quiet choking sounds escape you as you tried to calm yourself down and drastically failed. It was dark enough. Maybe the candlelight wouldn’t show it to those guarding your cage.

It was a pretty enough lie, at least.

The masks were watching you. You tried to drown out the sounds - the scoffs and the laughs - of mockery that they had made. Maybe the sounds were in your head, but maybe they were real. It was hard to tell, but it wasn’t your main concern; Making it all stop was the thought that hovered above everything else.

The door swung open. The person was backlit, only a silhouette in the distance of your blurry sights. Being unable to wipe the tears from your eyes, you tried to focus more, and to little avail.

The figure - with a familiar enough red scarf around him being the only identifying piece - stepped into the room; You had never seen a group of people come to attention so fast, restoring their manner as if they had been drawn to a magnet. He was looking at you, curious.

“Well, isn’t this a curious sight.” Childe’s words are simple.

“Sir, we found-“ one of the Fatui underlings begins, but with a wave of his hand and a quiet “shh” sound, they scuttle back into their place.

“No no.” Our eyes meet, and he squats down to meet my eye level. “Tell me dear, does he/ know you’re here?” The words feel like a whisper, spoken like a secret.

You go to speak but you can’t. You slowly shake your head.

“Is that the truth?” He asks, softly again.

You nod. He nods back, slowly. Assessingly.

“Okay.”

He stands back up, straightening out and looking around the room. “Where did you find them?”

“Sir, they were loitering around our business. We suspected that they may be a spy for-“

“A spy?” Childe laughs, quite outwardly. The fatui agents are surprised. “Oh, wow.” He looks back at you, eyes dancing over you. “Such a forlorn conclusion to be drawn. But, nonetheless, this is a serious matter.” He spins back around, facing the door and striding toward it. “Everyone in this room is to remain here.” He orders. A chorus of “yes sirs” ring out across the room, and he stalks out, closing the door behind him.

There’s a moment of silence for us all, and it lasts a few minutes. Then, a sense of forbode disperses like a gas through the room, leveling over everyone. Everything feels like energy has been released and no one wants to be in it, and everyone tenses, watching the door.

And there he is. Your heart pounds faster than it had before, and you are washed over with a sense of relief.

You are the only one.

“There you are.” He barely acknowledges anyone one in the room as he stalks over, clearly pissed off. He snaps his gaze to one of the fatui, murderous. “You. Tell me why the one person who never should have step foot in this place is locked up in front of me.”

“S-Sir-“

“Talk faster.”

The fatui agent, terrified of the electricity basically flying through the air, shakily explains that you had been lingering around the commerce center in Liyue, the one where Scaramouche had happened to be visiting for the time. You were both a long distance from where you were supposed to be. The agents had suspected that you were hanging around in order to steal information.

“And you were all responsible for this arrest?” His voice lowered dangerously. There was a slight hesitancy across the room, but everyone owned up to it.

You’d never seen him like this before. Not to this extent. You felt cold, not wanting to make any sounds.

“You must all have a death wish to do such a thing. Get out of my sight.” He demanded. When there was a slight hesitancy, he narrowed his eyes and turned more directly to them.

They scattered like scrambling mice, all heading toward the door.

He took the key off the table and held it tight, circling to the back of the cage and silently untiring your hands. He reached around and pulled the fabric from your mouth, then rested himself on the ground in a kneel.

You turn around and face him. His expression is resting, neutral. It hits you: a thought that maybe he could murder someone with such a calm gaze.

You don’t want to think it. You shrink back slightly, his gaze tilting to the side slightly as he watches you.

He says your name softly. You meet his gaze as he straightens his head once more. “You’re shaking.”

His words are simple, but you hadn’t realized it before. You also hadn’t realized, until this moment, that you had backed away from him when he untied you.

“You’re scared of me.” He says quietly.

It might be true. You can’t really tell.

He calls your name softly again, trying to draw your eyes back to him. You do. “Look at me, please.” You meet those eyes again as he takes his hat off and rests it on the table behind him. “Are you alright?”

It’s a simple question. You know it’s purpose and you give him what he’s beckoning for, “I’m...” It’s a more difficult question to answer than you had expected. “I’m scared.”

“I see.”

“Not you... this.” Your eyes wander around the cage, and you pull your knees to your chest. You let the remaining tears fall on the fabric of your clothing, and you stare back at him.

“Alright. Alright.” He takes a deep breath, and his eyes crease. “Why don’t you start by telling me if those putrid guards were telling the truth?”

“I wasn’t spying. I just... Yes, I was lingering.” You sigh, deeply, and shift up to be closer to him, resting on your folded legs in front of him. “I just wanted to see you.” It’s a quiet admission of thought. You’re not quite sure what to even think about it.

“You wanted to see me.” His voice is soothing. He stands up from his place on the ground and walks over to the other side of the cage, unlocking it and stepping in, standing over you. You shift to face him, keeping silent. He places a hand on your head, then kneels right there, is front of you, and let’s his hands rest on your waist instead. “You risked your life, do you understand that? If they were competent they would have just killed you right there.”

You blink. You don’t know if you ever stopped shivering, or if it started again, but you feel that sense of panic return. “Killed me?”

“Yes.” He pulls you into his chest, tightly. “You are unbelievably lucky right now.”

“I’m sorry.” It’s the only think you can choke out. “I didn’t think-“

“Shh.” He sighs, running his hand through your hair. “You didn’t know.” The softness gives you whiplash from the sudden switch.

You’re not sure what to say. For a few moments, he just holds you close to him, and really you’re not quite sure whether he expects you to say anything else.

The sigh he lets out is deep, exhuming through the air as if it could push walls. You feel his chest puff back up after a few seconds as he regains all of his air. The way he holds you, you can tell that the situation is exhausting for him. His grip on you tightens quickly, suddenly.

“What am I going to do with you?” The question is quiet, strange. It doesn’t feel like something he would say.

As if realizing that very fact, he pulls away and stands up quickly, taking your hands and pulling you up. “You should be returning home by tonight.” He turns away. “You are never to go near the other Harbingers or the fatui again, do you understand?” He wanders over to the other side of the cage again to retrieve his hat, gently swaying it so that the fabric eases itself out of any folds before placing it upon his head. “You would be foolish to try and hurt yourself like that again.”

You step out of the cage, closing the door of it as you do. He steps around once again and lifts your chin, gently pushing you against the cage and giving you a kiss. It was not the kind of kiss that was given for a long-distance goodbye. It was the kind that you gave a lover to tease them, to tell them that you would see them that night. The kind that, when parted, isn’t enough.

When he steps away from you, pulling you by your hand toward him and resting a hand on your waist, a glimmer of that softness that he has when you’re alone together shines to you.

It’s the one reassurance that you have, that he truly loves you.

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imagineimpact · 3 years

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Could I please request a one shot for scaramouche where the reader and childe are best friends, and the reader is dating scara. But none of them have any idea that they know each other. And the reader decides ‘hey i’m going to make the two closest people to me meet each other’ and once they show up they’re standing there like🧍 ‘so THIS is the idiot you call your best friend??’ And childe sees this as the perfect opportunity to tease scara more cause damn he actually cares for someone?? Tyyyy

I've had this written for 2 weeks or so and I forgot to post it, I am so sorry for being such a moron.

But here you go! I love the dynamic of Childe and Scara being annoyed at each other all the time but still being, you know, obliged by each other's company.

Anyway...

You've Got to be Kidding Me

Scaramouche x Reader (ft. Childe as the Best Friend)

You were laying in bed beside Scaramouche, a late night together behind you. You silently watch him resting, his face seeming so serene in the covered light of the morning hours together. You have plans for the day so you would have to be up soon, but you had hoped that he would be awake before you left.

As you gently touch his cheek, he stirs toward you in a pleasant instinct that makes you feel warm and puts an equally pleasant smile on your face. His eyelids open slowly, with a few blinks as his eyes adjust his sights to you.

“Good morning.” You say quietly, not wanting to startle him too much.

“Mmm.” He pulls you closer to him, drawing you near for a kiss. “This is a nice surprise.” He wraps his arms around you.

“What do you mean?”

“I thought you had to leave early.” He ran a hand through your hair. “To meet with your friend.”

You kissed him again. “I do have to. I just wanted to see you before I left to meet him.”

“Him, right.” He spoke as if only just remembering.

“I should bring you to meet him some day.” You say mindlessly, kissing his cheek again as you move away from him to get ready.

“Perhaps.” He watches you leave the bed, eyes wandering over you as you search for clothing to wear.

“You’re both very important to me.” Your hands reach for nice but informal clothing, perfect for the occasion.

“Well, if that’s what you wish, then I can meet him.” Scaramouche sits up, leaning against the headboard with a stretch. You begin to dress as he talks. “Of course, I cannot guarantee that he’ll make it out alive if I see him trying to-“

“He isn’t like that.” You dismiss simply with a chuckle. You look over at him through the dresser mirror, knowing fully well that he’s serious. “But anyway, don’t you have Harbinger things to do today?”

“I’m on assignment, yes.” He gets up from the bed and takes hold of your hand, spinning you to face him. “But I can see you to your destination, maybe so that I can meet this best friend of yours.”

“You would do that?” Your eyes wander through his, seeking that softness locked deep inside. He brings it out in his smile.

“For you, anything.” He kisses you again, lightly, before also getting dressed.

~*~*~

It doesn't take you too long to arrive at the location, a nice spot outside of the tea house where you met your best friend every time, but you were still a little bit late on account of your boyfriend also needing to get ready. Scaramouche dotingly keeps to your side, insisting that he was sure that your friend would be fine if you were just a little late. He carries his hat with him, holding it in the hand that wasn’t around your waist or holding your hand at various points during your travels.

Near the location, you step away from your boyfriend to search for your expected company. “There!” You nearly jump up with sheer happiness when you spot the tall redheaded Snezhnayan across a short distance. You nealy send Scaramouche flying when you grab his hand and hurry toward him. Scaramouche has to slow you down in fear of drawing too much attention to you both, and as you move through the crowd, you finally reached him.

“Childe!” You excitedly tug on his sleeve to pull his attention away from his far-off staring. “It’s so nice to finally see you!” Scaramouche tenses up beside you, stiffly pulling you to him again.

“Ah, hey there comrade!” He turns to smile at you, but then his eyes flick up to your company.

“I brought my boyfriend along to meet you, I hope you don’t mind too much.” You give him a soft smile, eyes sparkling with a mixture of excitement and fear that the two people you love most will despise each other.

Childe’s eyes flicker between you and Scaramouche, and you stand to the side watching the two silently stare at each other. Neither say anything for an unnerving amount of time.

Your mind begins to race with a myriad of questions. Did you do something wrong? To the both of them, your expression must have the clearest look of confusion and worry that has ever existed.

Then, Scaramouche takes a sharp breath, and speaks, eyes not shifting even slightly away from Tartaglia. “So this is the idiot you call your best friend?”

“Idiot?!” Childe laughs placing a hand on his hip and bowing his head slightly to stare down at the shorter male. “I think even you have to give me more than that-“

“Absolutely not.” Scaramouche’s eyes narrow. Childe, on the other hand, simply turns to you and, smiling far too much, places a hand on your head. You nearly chuckle, but the confusion setting in makes the sound choke into a puzzled smile.

“You two... know each other?” Your question barely has time to linger in the air.

“We... work together.” Scaramouche explains, wrapping a hand around your waist to keep you beside him, eyes locked on Childe. A silent signal to him.

“Oh. That... actually makes sense.” You peer over at your best friend, who has a playful smirk spreading across his face.

“You know how much I don’t like to talk about such business.” His eyes flicker away from you. “I didn’t know you were such a softie, Scara.” Childe raises a teasing eyebrow, leaning down slightly. The intensity of Scaramouche’s glare didn’t seem to match the playfulness that Childe held. “And here I thought you had no heart.”

“Don’t call me softie.” His arm around you tightens. “I have the mind to kill you right here.” Childe simply laughs, placing a hand on Scaramouche’s shoulder. He tenses even more, impossibly so. “Get your hand off me Ajax.”

“Okay, okay.” He holds his hands up in defeat, still chuckling to himself. “Look at you, caring about someone so dearly. That looks like a tight hold there.”

Scaramouche loosens his grip on you, letting you slip away from him as he steps up to Childe. “Don’t try anything, or I swear to-“

“Don’t worry, you can trust me.” Childe tilts his head, leaning down to meet his eyes. “We’ve been friends for a long time. And besides, I’d never try to take away something so absolutely dear to you. It gives me far too much to tease you about.”

“Ajax you-“

“Woah, hey.” You gently push them apart, and they bend to your will as if neither possesses the strength to resist such a movement (which they so obviously could). Their gazes both soften.

Scaramouche turns back to look at you, that tension leaving his body completely when you reach out and take his hand. “Come on, how about we all get something to eat? You say, giving him a soft smile. He can’t help but do the same.

“Alright.” He lets you kiss his cheek, a small reassurance that everything’s alright.

Childe circles around, examining Scaramouche’s expression before giggles bubble out of him. “Oh, you two are adorable.”

“I better not hear a word about this again, Ajax.” Your boyfriend tries to assert, but the pink of his cheeks and the embarrassed tone he has makes the threat dissipate in the wind. Childe leans an arm on his shoulder, prompting the harshest glare you’ve ever seen from your dearest.

“Hey, come on.” You hold in a giggle, but as you lift a hand to cover your mouth the sounds escape you.

“Oh, not you too.” Scaramouche huffs, face reddening.

“I can’t help it, you’re just so adorable.” You squeak back the giggles,

“Aw, maybe he is just so adorable.” Your best friend teases, ruffling Scaramouche’s hair.

He calls your name, very softly. Suddenly quiet. “Did you really have to chose this utter moron to be your best friend?”

“You can’t choose your best friends.” You shrug, grabbing both of their wrists and pulling them apart. “Just like you can’t choose who you love.”

“But him?” They say simultaneously. You look to both of them, chuckling.

“Of course.” You shake your head. “And of course.” The laugh you let out is met with a collective sigh from them both, but you nonetheless start walking away, leaving the bickering two to trail along with you.

This day was going to be fun.

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imagineimpact · 3 years

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I'm Glad You're Alright (Albedo x Reader)

An experiment goes wrong and you wake up days later. Your boyfriend, Albedo, is assessing you after the incident.

(Request from a personal friend)

I'm Glad You're Alright

Albedo x Reader

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A darkness rests, the figures hovering over you in a frantic hurry as the world around you shifts around, arranging itself to make sense and clear the fog from in front of your eyes. It was most certainly a peculiar instance, the strange lack of clarification in the confusion of everything that had been occurring around you.

All you know is that you had just woken up.

That, and something was terribly wrong.

A familiar face hovered in front of you, retrieved by someone else who you hadn’t had enough awareness to identify. His blonde hair swept down towards you, his face in it’s usual expression of calculation. He was talking, but the words weren’t registering… the mindful mumbling from his mouth relating to your condition. You just reached out your hand from under your blanket and found the motion unusually stiff, but grabbed his hand nonetheless.

He paused for a moment, eyes wandering over to it as if the motion was a strange one to make, then shifted his hand to hold yours too. The words started to make sense to you… He was checking your condition.

“And what were you thinking, trying to pull off such a feat. You must’ve been aware of all the potential side effects of such a formula.” Albedo lays the back of his hand against your forehead. “You were passed out for days.”

“Albedo? I… What do you mean?” He instantly stopped his unclear mumbling, looking down and gazing into your eyes for just a moment before moving his hand to your cheek.

“The first word you utter when you wake up from days of being unconscious is my name.” There’s a momentary smile that peaks through his calculations, and then it falters again, his eyes clouding with a seriousness. “Good, your memory is working then. What is the last thing you remember?”

A standard question. He’s impatient for your answer, eyes flickering between yours as you realize that recalling it isn’t as easy as it maybe should be.

“I… I was doing an experiment… and…” Your memory was fuzzy at best. “I don’t…” You didn’t want to finish that sentence, it was a terrible thing for you to say. “I don’t quite… recall… anything that might have occurred after that.”

“Hmm.” He hummed. He quickly stood up, parting from you as the door had a quiet knock on it again. When he returned from the door with a bucket and a cloth, you knew that your condition must have been bad.

“I didn’t mean to worry you. Please, I’m sorry. Forgive me.” You want to grab his spare hand and pull him back to you, to hug him and apologise for whatever trouble you might have caused. “I thought it would be a good test.” A quiet sigh left him as he knelt beside you again, placing the bucket aside.

“Indeed, it might have been. The issue lies in the fact that you decided not only to test the experiment on yourself, but to also give no warning to anyone else.” He fetched up a small towel from the bucket of ice water beside you, wrenching the water from it before gently running the cloth over your face.

“You do that all the time!”

“It’s different. I am in full capacity of my calculations and my science. If something could kill me, I wouldn’t take it.” He shook his head. “You, on the other hand, did not properly assess the dangers, and thus you’ve landed yourself here.” He sighed. “Do you know that the small fragments of slime condense that you added were all it took to incapacitate you for three days? You should have known that it would react negatively with-“

“I know, Albeido.” You interrupt. “I just thought-“

“And you were wrong.”

“I know!” You snap. He looks slightly taken aback, and his gaze rests firmly on yours. You falter. “You don’t have to tell me that.” Your words are in a huff, though less harsh than before.

There’s a moment where the air is still. His eyes are baring into you - not anger or calculation, just the sheer blankness that accompanied perplexity. You feel queasy for a moment, as if you could fall back into your coma. Sound itself seems to fade as you link eyes, watching each other. It gives a feeling that not even science can explain.

“I see.” Albedo breaks the silence, peering down and away from your eyes. He leans over you, a hand running through your hair and then resting on your cheek as his expression settles. His eyes return to you for a moment, and then he leans down to leave a kiss on your other cheek. “I’m glad you’re safe.”

You place your hand over his. You know that he’s frustrated with you but that that’s all that it really is: He’s worried about you. And maybe he doesn’t really understand why you got annoyed at him.

“Next time I’ll let you know before I do anything like this.” You insist with a quiet voice. “Someone, at least.” You feel a strange sense of dejection when he doesn’t respond right away. “I’m okay now. I’m sorry that I worried you.”

He silently watches you, then leans down and plants a soft kiss on your lips. “It’s alright. You’re unlikely to repeat such a mistake.” The air around you stood still, allowing for the two of you to just stare into each other’s eyes, a simple connection. “Just be careful, alright?”

“Of course.” You insist. “I don’t want you to worry about me when you have to go away.”

He looks away again, taking a spare piece of paper from a log of your condition that he was writing up. He doesn’t share his thoughts with you, but you can tell that he wouldn’t want you to know anyway. You let him sit beside you, grabbing his spare hand as he balances the clipboard against his leg, facing you. It’s a subtle inconvenience to him, but it’s also a way of showing you that he’s there, and that he loves you.

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hi !! is it ok if i request a one-shot kaeya x reader? i've had this phrase in my mind for a bit and i just dont know what to do with it. "uh.. kaeya? you can stop holding my hand now..."

Yes, of course it is! I may or may not have written this when I saw it and it may or may not have been really early in the morning when I did, but I love getting prompts like this!

Enjoy!

No Hurry To Let You Go

Kaeya x Reader

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“Happy Windblume Festival!” You greet another guest to Mondstadt, one who had just asked you for directions and was now on their way up to see the church of Barbatos. Quite the crowd had seemed to amass on this particular day, and it was hard to even see the usual faces around - Marjorie would be making a lot of sales today, as would Flora, but the sheer amount of people stopped you from witnessing the sight.

Yeah, you weren’t too good with crowds. The thought of stepping into this, where you would be pushed around and have to say 'excuse me' a hundred or so times was rather offputting, for many reasons. So, instead, you hovered by the blacksmith’s forgery, waiting for the crowd to disperse ever so slightly into the festivities.

The problem was, though, that you had been waiting for three hours.

Your eyes wander through the crowd to seek out a familiar face - any would do. Why did there have to be just so, so many guests here today?

“Hey, fancy joining me at the tavern for a bit?” A voice beside you - a familiar presence indeed - appears out of nowhere. You startle slightly, much to his amusement.

“Ah, good afternoon Kaeya.” You smile, your eyes meeting his. “Aren’t you busy with, you know, the festivities?”

He scans over you, a light smile on his face as his eyes twinkle with interest. “As a knight, it is my duty to ensure that each individual enjoys their time during the festivities.” He chuckles to himself. “You seem oblivious to the fact that you’ve been standing there for hours now.”

“You noticed, huh?” You're slightly unamused by the teasing. “Well, you know I don’t really, uh...”

“Oh, you’re afraid of getting lost in the crowd?” He asks, reading you with such ease that it’s almost frustrating.

In a way, though, it’s the cause for that smile spreading across your expression. “Well, not exactly. I was just, um, waiting for there to be a bit less people.”

He chuckles. “Right.” You might as well have told him you could fly with how much he had seen through your words.

“I really am.”

“Oh, I believe that you are, but it’s because you lack fondness of such crowds.” He leans closer. “I believe you still haven’t answered my request, by the way.”

“You’re request? Oh! Right.” Your eyes wander away to look at the crowd for a moment. It was about time that you had something to eat anyway, so there was no real fear in going. Plus, it would give you an excuse to get through all these people. “Sure, I’ll join you.”

“Lovely.” He straightens back up, but leans back down for just a moment. You feel his hand take yours, adjusting itself slightly to your palm.

A heat rises to your face. “Kaeya?”

“We don’t want to get separated now, do we?” He chuckles to himself, stealing a quick glance your way before turning and taking the chance to guide you to his side.

No arguing with that logic. You release a deep breath, relieved that your friend had approached you. His presence beside you is a welcome warmth, and due to his status and stature, he has much more ease navigating the crowds than you would have if you were alone.

It takes about twenty minutes of walking before you find fresh air, the crowd not surrounding Angel’s Share. Usually this walk would take half that time, but with your slow pace navigating the crowds, it was far more tedious than expected.

Kaeya still grips your hand when you reach the tavern door. “Uh, Kaeya?” You hold up your clasped hands. “You can stop holding my hand now.”

“Hmm?” His eyes linger over the hands as he opened the door with his other. “Oh, I know.” He looks away as if mindlessly returning back to a task.

Instead, he grips your hand tighter and leads you into the tavern ahead of him.

“Wh- Wait-“ You stutter out, flustered at the notion.

“There’s no hurry.” He spoke simply, very much to avoid you mentioning it again.

“Kaeya-“

“Are you two going to keep blocking the doorway?” A tired voice rings out from behind the counter.

“Oh, Diluc, I didn’t know you would be working today.” You pipe up, trying to avoid the typical tense conversation between the two brothers.

“Festivities are typical cause for me to work. It’s due to be quite busy in here soon.” His eyes rest on Kaeya. “Of course, when people have a proper job to do, they haven’t the opportunity to rest during such occasions.”

“As always, Diluc, taking a chance to slander the Knights of Favonius.” Kaeya’s voice is unusually disinterested in the typical unfriendly banter. “We’re just taking a break before the crowds get any worse. A certain someone was near about to pass out from exhaustion.”

That’s when Diluc’s eyes flicker to your clasped hands. His expression shifts slightly as if he is rather amused by such a development. Still being polite, however, he doesn’t mention it. “If you’re that exhausted, then take a seat. I assume you won’t enjoy drowning in wine like your present company.” He says to you, turning his head to look into the interior of the tavern. “Find a seat somewhere. Away from me.”

Your hand is being squeezed - near suffocation - by Kaeya, who scoffs at his brother, “As always, you-“

“Thanks, Diluc.” You interrupt Kaeya and quickly pull him away from a potentially endless argument.

He’s indignant for a moment, then takes stride in front of you and leads you up the stairs for the utmost privacy.

Kaeya is unusually quiet as he leads you to a table in the corner, away from the few other people who are in the bar. Diluc is right; In a few hours, this entire tavern would be overfilling with guests.

Still, Kaeya leads you to a table and you both sit down, his hand still grasping yours. Was it overkill at this point? Most certainly.

“Hey, Kaeya?” You call again to grab his attention. He meets your gaze with a slight reluctance, as if pulled from a strange thought. It's unusual for him to be so reserved. You squeeze his hand. “Everything alright?”

“Why, of course it is.” He leans forward slightly, pulling your hand as if to have you do the same. “I’m right in front of my favourite person.”

Your cheeks tinge a light pink and he chuckles at the change. Your eyes narrow slightly - He’s doing this on purpose. “Is that why you’re insisting on holding my hand so tightly?”

“Hmm.” He hums quietly. “Well, perhaps I just want your attention.” He stares across at you. “Perhaps I wouldn’t want you to be thinking about anyone else right now, or want you to get lost in either your thoughts or the crowds.” His eyes scan yours, a delay for testing your acceptance of his words. “And perhaps, of course, I don’t want any other man to take your hand away from me.”

Your eyes widen a bit in surprise at his words. Though not unusually bold, they are certainly more, well, direct than usual.

He held your hand under the table, the two of your quiet as footsteps came approached from the stairwell. “Some wine and food for the table.” Diluc announces haphazardly, though delicately he does place the items onto the table. You look up toward him, and feel your hand being squeezed again.

The unusual action comes across more possessive than you had seen Kaeya before. It’s incredibly flustering for your thoughts.

Diluc notices how quickly you look away from him, and his eyes flicker to Kaeya. He notices something, but wanders away from the table regardless at the sound of your quiet 'thanks'. Perhaps he believed himself to be interrupting a moment - which, perhaps he was.

Finally, he lets your hand go, leaning back in his chair. “Now, my dear, let’s enjoy our time together while it’s still quiet enough for you.” He smiles delicately, as if moments ago he hadn’t spoken strangely.

You decide to play along with it, not certain how to deal with the stirring in your heart as you both lift your glasses and let the clink resound in the air when they meet, pushing away any other emotions you might be feeling.

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Hii! Can I request a scenario of Scaramouche or Xiao comforting their s/o after their cat passed away suddenly? Reader is depressed and lost because the cat was like a best friend to them. Since this is a heavy and angsty topic I completely understand if you don't want to do it! Thank you so much in advance if you decide to write it! T--T

Of course you can! I don't know if this is an actual thing that happened to you or if it's just an idea in your head, but either way I hope you're doing well. I chose Scaramouche because I'm still working on writing Xiao correctly.

Obvious, but TW for pet death.

It's Not Your Fault

Scaramouche x Reader

Scaramouche had been pushing through a long, overdrawn day full of the absolute most tedious work that the Tsaritza could have ever possibly pushed on him. Work, seemingly endless, which he had just pushed through with more than a dose of belligerence to just get it all done. By the archons, there was nothing more that he wanted to go that to go back home for the night, but of course it had to be this particular day that he was working late.

So, when at last he finally stepped foot onto the premises you share with him, it wasn't unusual for your pet cat to be circling his feet as she usually would be doing when he arrived home. He considered the idea that she might be out hunting possible, or been sleeping for once. He smiled to himself at the thought of seeing you curled up next to her, a rare yet pleasant sight for him to witness. He had never admitted it to himself, nor to you, but he was glad to have something else to make you happy when he was gone - Company to put you at ease if anything had ever happened to him.

Instead though, he had stepped into the home and heard the sound of quiet sobbing. Your sobbing.

Anything he had been holding instantly went to the floor, his hat placed aside with only the slightest care in his rush to reach you.

You were sitting on the floor, your crying sounding much louder and more hysterical now that he was closer. The sight in front of you was a graphic one, one of an unspeakable state. Your cat, which you had so lovingly adored.

Scaramouche calls out your name softly. You're unreceptive to the sound, so he finds himself walking over you you and gently touching your arm as to avoid startling you. He can't tell whether you do startle, or if you're just shaking that much. Calling you name again with a similar lack of response, he sighs to himself and gently covers your eyes and pulls you into his chest - anything to get your eyes off of your beloved animal. How long had you been there, crying your eyes out? How long had he not been there for you? It was hard to tell, but the uncommon and unwelcome feeling of guilt shrouded over him.

He silently guides you away from the cat. At first you're resistant, but eventually you give in and let him take you away from the sight, allowing his arms to wrap around you and pull you out of the room. His heart beats at the nerves of needing to comfort you - something that's not particularly a strength of his. He's not sure how to help - He's never seen you in such a state of distraught. He's not sure if he can.

But he tries. Oh, how he pleads to try. He leads you over to the living room, the closest soft surface that he can.

You cry. You cry into his shoulder, clinging onto the clothes that he feels are too dirty for you to ever be in contact with, let alone now. He's killed people in those clothes today. It doesn't feel right to him, but he lets you anyway, because he knows it's the right thing to do.

It takes you a while to speak, the time between just spent with him holding you, running millions of thoughts through his head as he tries to muster any kind of comfort that he can - rubbing you back, holding you tight, letting you just cry. Your sobbing creates a breathlessness to your speech. "I-I couldn't... I couldn't save her." Your words, muffled by tears, break his heart. Only can you bring out this unusual sympathy that makes him want to be the one crying, not you. "She... She..."

"Shh, it's alright." He lets you pull away slightly as he wipes your tears. "It's not your fault."

"I couldn't save her." You repeat.

"That's not your fault." He repeats, then guides you back toward him, letting you wrap your arms around his neck and cry into the dirty fabric once more as he holds you close.

Sure, he was tired, but he was never too tired for you, especially when you needed him so much.

As he holds you, silence overtaking you both once more, he allows memories of you and your dear pet to flood his mind once - How much you had loved that cat, and how much he, well, had thought of himself as tolerating it.

He had never specifically said that he hated the cat - Just, at times, he simply coexisted alongside her for your happiness. He wasn't nearly as distraught about it as you, because, simply put, he hadn't been as close to her as you had. He let a strangely sentimental thought wander into his mind, then tried to push it back.

But it wouldn't go away, and... what was this? Your voice echoes his thoughts. "I'm going to miss her."

A tear leaks from his eye.

He holds you tighter as he blinks away any remaining ones that might be forming, and lets his quiet voice overtake the room. "I am too." You straighten up slightly, still in his arms, and hold him tighter. Any other thought he has dissipate as he is suddenly hyperaware of your calming presence in his arms.

Scaramouche knows that he will need to clean up the cat when he's alone - that he'll be locked in a chamber of his thoughts as he tries desperately to think of ways to comfort you over the upcoming time - That he will let you choose where to bury your beloved cat, perhaps under a tree or in a nice pot with a beautiful plant to sprout in place as a lovely memorial to her. He knows that it's going to be the only body he has had to clean up today that he will care about, and that he will need to make sure you're asleep when he's cleaning. He knows that, of course, he'll be up two more hours than you are tonight trying to do so. And of course, after all that is done, he knows that he's not going to be able to give you the comfort you deserve - if his work wasn't an obstacle enough, his own lack of ability to care for you adequately would be.

But right now, as your sobs settle, he has to focus on you.

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hi !! i was wondering if you could do a one-shot of albedo or kaeya seeing/catching you being insecure? like looking at yourself in the mirror and criticizing yourself or using special creams/treatments to "fix" them? (i would appreciate it if the insecurity was stretchmarks but its totally up to you !!!)

I actually also happen to have stretchmarks, though mine are on my thighs. They're more faint now but I remember when I was younger actually trying to get rid of them, and when they started to fade I kind of missed them and so I stopped using the oil.

So I suppose this is kind of inspired by that.

Anyway, enjoy!

The Lines I Trace

Albedo x gn!Reader

Early home from an experiment that had gone perfectly as planned, Albedo strolled down the streets of Mondstadt with a pleasant smile on his face, unusually so. He couldn’t wait to tell you all about how everything had went so well today.

He already knew your response; You would smile and congratulate him, giving him a kiss or two and wrapping your arms around him excitedly. He looked forward to that warmth.

When he entered the house, quietly as ever to surprise you with his early return, he was confused to see you standing in front of a mirror, a look of judgement directed at yourself as you smeared a few drops of a treatment cream onto your upper thighs. You looked upset, your entire expression drawn into itself as you let out a quiet sigh.

Albedo carefully approached the doorway, examining your actions. Your fingers traced the outlines of those lines of your thighs, the ones that he had also loved to trace when he woke up in the middle of the night or before you, watching you sleep beside him.

He didn’t really understand why you were so upset, but he knew that you were and that’s what was important. He calls your name softly, trying not to startle you.

You startle anyway, quickly hide yourself behind the mirror. “Albedo…” Your voice is surprised, but it’s withdrawn more than anything. He lets out a quiet hum as he approaches you.

“Are you alright, my love?” He stands where you were, a short distance away from you as to not make you too uncomfortable. He’s seen you like this before - with this little clothing, that is. He knows more than anyone that you’re a little bit shy with your body.

But now, it clicks in his mind.

“I… wasn’t expecting you to come home so early. Just… pretend you didn’t see anything.” Your voice quivers, upset.

“I’m not going to pretend I didn’t see that. Come here.”

He offers you his hand. You meet his eyes for a brief moment but cannot manage to maintain eye contact as you peer away, taking his hand with much hesitance.

He pulls you in front of the mirror, in front of him. “What were you putting on your skin?”

“It’s… it’s embarrassing, don’t worry about it.” Your eyes fixate on the marks in the mirror, assessing yourself. He notices, because of course he does - it's Albedo, the most observant person you know and possibly the person with the keenest eye in Mondstadt.

He runs a hand over the marks. “Stretch marks are caused from your skin not growing as fast as your body.” His fingertips delicately trace the lines, feeling the residue of the treatment against them. “So, see? They’re a natural occurrence.” You plants a soft kiss on your shoulder. “They’re one of the things that fascinate me because they’re so beautiful.”

He watched your expression slowly shifting in the mirror. You have small tears forming in your eyes, and he wraps his arms around you, placing his head on your shoulder.

He doesn’t want to see you so dejected as he had found you. Ever. “They’re a mark of you being who you are. I can't stop you from attempting to remove them, if that is truly your wish. Perhaps, though, with time you will be able to see the remarkable nature of them.

You give a small smile in the mirror, and he knows that he has you.

“Maybe one day you would allow me to paint them-“

You laugh. “That’s enough, Albedo. You can’t expect me to think you’re serious when you say things like that.”

“I hardly joke.” His expression only has a soft, caring smile. “If you let me draw you I will.”

You turn around in his arms, ignoring the mirror as you face him.

“I know you might not cease holding your insecurities, but I want to see you happy with your body. Happy with who you are.” His eyes twinkle in your gaze, his hand lifting to wipe the tears trying to stain your cheeks. He wouldn’t let that happen.

“Thanks, Albedo.”

“There’s no reason to thank me.” He gives you a soft kiss.

You can’t help but give a soft smile, gently running your hand through his soft hair.

“Now, if you won’t let me paint them, at least let me kiss them…”

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To Catch an Eavesdropper

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Ship: Kaeya x Reader

Wordcount: 964 words

Collection: "And what were you thinking..."

To Catch an Eavesdropper

"And what were you thinking, lingering back here?" His voice is soft, holding semblance of a threat playfully. Kaeya has his hand resting on the wall beside you, blocking your path if you tried to leave.

"Wandering." Your answer is a lie, and the way he smirks tells you that he knows it too.

"Oh, were you now?" He tilts his head to the side. "Are you sure you weren't trying to eavesdrop on the knight's conversation?"

"As always, Kaeya, your perceptions are incorrect." You stare at him, unfazed in spite of his words. He may have been right, but you weren't about to admit it. "Could you let me leave now?"

"Oh no no, I couldn't do that." He feigned a troubled expression, voice lilting all the same. "Not when you're been accused of such a crime. Unless, of course, you would rather be questioned by the acting grandmaster herself?"

"What do you want, kaeya?"

"No need to be feisty, my dear. Although, it does make it all the more fun when you are." Dear. That pet name he had grown accustomed to calling you got on your nerve, though in what type of way was another question. His smirk gets on your nerve too, and not in the sense of being annoyed. Bothered would be a better way to describe it.

"You want to know why I'm here?" You choose to ignore the nickname, in spite of your usual habit to acknowledge it. "I already told you, I'm just wandering."

"Oh, but dear," his eyes flicker and something shifts forward, a seriousness coming to light in an intensity that grows darker, "You don't wander." He positions his hand by his hip, resting just above his sword. One of his more subtle threats, you had to admit, even by his standards. "Let's start with why you were listening to the knights and we can go from there."

"I wasn't listening to anything." You still argue, even in the face of such threats. Steady, calm.

"I would hate to have you arrested for treason." You had expected him to say my dear, but without it, you know the that he isn't joking. He steps closer to you, letting his scent envelope the air around you. It's distracting and he knows it from the way heat rises to your cheeks, your heart refusing to slow it's fastening beat.

"Your most direct threat yet." You look away, crossing your arms. You can barely face him.

"Always so defensive." He chuckles. "I think you should tell me, my dear." He must be easing his severity, but his smirk isn't returning. He knows it; You're going to crack. He presses on, "It's better that we keep your little secret between us than have to tell the acting grandmaster now, isn't it?"

"If I had a secret, would keeping it not also be treason?" You point out, trying to hold your ground. God, he's so close.

"Consider it a matter of discretion." The hand that had been resting on his hip lifts, and before you can protest, it rests below your chin, turning you head to face him. You don't resist the action.

Instead, it happens.

Compliance.

"Fine." You swallow. "I was listening. I wanted to know what was happening around the city, that's all."

"Curiosity, or espionage?"

The question is blunt. There may never have been a moment where you had seen him be more serious.

"Curiosity." You reply. "I've heard some things around, and I just wanted to know if they were true." Your eyes wander away, cheeks becoming somehow even hotter than they had been before. His eye is baring into you, and you wonder how someone with a cryo vision standing so close can make you feel so warm.

"What else?"

You hesitate. "I wanted to know where the next expedition was set to be."

"And why would that be?'

"I was curious."

"No, you have a real reason." You watch him narrow his gaze from the edge of your own. A soft sigh escapes you, the air trying to release the tension. "Ah, I see. You're embarrassed to tell me."

As always, he's correct. "What a terrible observation. I told you what you need, now let me go."

"Look me in the eye." He insists. You can't help but oblige, finally meeting his gaze as his grip on your chin in more insistent. The blue in his gaze glints in the soft moonlight, shadows dancing over his eyepatch. He calls your name softly, teasingly. Your cheeks must be scarlet by now; He's intoxicating. "Is that the truth?"

There's a moment of silence where you just can't speak. Maybe it's the scent that suffocates you; the lack of distance between you as he keeps you there, close to him; the way his beautiful gaze is encapsulating you. Your head is filling with thoughts, ones that somewhere inside you know that you shouldn't be feeling, but you know just as well that the strange sensations you're feeling aren't going to stop.

So, you speak. "You know the truth." Your whisper isn't a lie; You're certain that he's figured it out. He must know, as much as you do - Maybe he feels it too.

"I thought so." He moves away from you entirely, letting the haze clear from you entirely, a gentle laugh echoing - in the alley or you mind, you weren't sure. "Well, my dear," he draws the word out, letting it linger in the air, "next time you want to know where I'll be, you can just ask. The other knights won't be as nice if they catch you sneaking around like this."

You stare at him for a moment, processing the words on delay; Then, you huff and turn away. Of course he knew.

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