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fandomsimagined · 1 year

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Opposites Attract (Scara x Reader x Tartaglia)

Summary: Tartaglia doesn’t really think that his roommate’s girlfriend is a good match for him. She’d be much better with someone else... like himself.

Pairing: Scaramouche x FemReader, (one-sided) Tartaglia x FemReader

Warning: Slight obsession, pretty toxic relationship, language and slight smuttiness. I mean it’s Scara and Tartaglia?

A/N: Scaramouche has me in a chokehold right now. The brain rot is real and I'm not mad about it? please feel free to send me your thoughts on this amazing man that I am so ready for to come home!

Tartaglia knows that it's normal for couples to be different, they are different people after all and you know, opposites attract and all that. Still, surely two people need to have something in common right? But for as much time as he’s spent observing the ‘happy couple’, he doesn’t think he’s found a single thing (Y/N) and Scaramouche seem to share.

Honestly, Tartaglia has been trying to figure it out since the day he met (Y/N) and realized she was in a relationship with Scaramouche. It’s a bit of an embarrassing memory, because he laughed in her face, literally, when she told him. He really thought it was a joke until he saw the tears welling up in her eyes and he heard his roommate berate him for making his girlfriend cry. In Tartaglia’s defense he had been living with Scaramouche for months and he couldn’t recall a single time that he’d heard him mention another person’s name with anything but disgust. When he brought that fact up Scaramouche simply told him that it was “none of your fucking business.”

Thankfully, (Y/N) was quick to forgive him. That was the first real instance of Tartaglia noticing a huge difference in personalities between the two and thinking that they seemed off. Since then he’s had somewhat of a weird obsession with figuring out exactly how mismatched they truly were.

The second time was nothing special, but he still remembers it as if it were. A pretty boring day at work mixed with a healthy dose of seasonal depression that January usually brought had left him feeling weighed down by the monotony his job held at times. Truthfully he was actually looking forward to going home and picking a stupid fight with Scaramouche over nothing. It was hardly a productive way to blow off steam, but if he were being completely honest the competitive nature Tartaglia had always made him somewhat enjoy arguments. His mood only further soured when he made it back to his apartment and he walked in to see (Y/N) cuddled up on the couch to Scaramouche and him looking as indifferent as ever.

Tartaglia had made a pretty bad first impression. Sure, they hadn’t had any more unpleasant run-ins since then, still he was enough of a gentleman to think twice about subjecting her to one of their screaming matches that turned volatile pretty quickly. Change of plans then, he’d just walk by and head to his bedroom and be miserable. It was not part of his plan to catch (Y/N)’s gaze and he surely didn’t plan on her asking if he was okay. He reassured her he was fine with a nod and a smile, honestly appreciative of the kind gesture he wasn’t normally met with there.

The third time actually was a bit special, namely because it was a holiday and therefore more notable of a date. Valentine’s Day to be exact. (Y/N) bounced in happily with two neatly wrapped gift boxes in her hand. He could vividly remember the way her smile fell whenever she presented Scaramouche with the chocolates she’d spent archons knows how long she’s spent preparing. “We literally said no gift last week.”

“Oh, well… I thought it might be okay since I didn’t buy anything-” Her voice was so small and Scaramouche didn’t respond with anything but an exhausted sigh as he took the box from her hands.

He did pop a small piece of chocolate in his mouth and smirk at the way she perked up at the simple action though. “I'm getting my coat. Be ready to go when I get back.”

She was smiling again by the time she turned to Targalia and handed him the second, slightly smaller box, “It’s not much, but Happy Valentine’s Day!”

Scaramouche may have gotten a small smile as he covertly snuck a piece of the candies she prepared. But she beamed when Tartaglia freely gave her praise and eagerly ate a few pieces. She even giggled a little when he let her know that if Scaramouche wasn’t willing to spoil her on Valentine’s Day next year he would do it without hesitation if she promised another box of chocolate.

After that Tartaglia couldn’t help but start to think that HE would make a much better match for (Y/N) than her current boyfriend. But, by the fourth instance, Tartaglia was absolutely sure. His keys hit the counter with a quiet clink and thud as he threw them haphazardly and grabbed a beer out of the refrigerator. He headed towards the living room and stopped in his tracks when he spotted (Y/N) on their couch. She wiped her puffy eyes quickly when she saw him and offered him an unconvincing smile and wave. “You okay?”

“Yeah! I’m fine, I’m just waiting on Scara to get back.”

“Oh okay… he just left you here?” Tartaglia wasn’t sure how to word it without sounding so harsh, but he hoped his soft tone helped.

“Yeah. He shouldn’t be too long. Funny story, actually, I was supposed to pick up something for him on my way here, but I completely forgot. He just went by himself since it was important and he was already late to get it. I didn’t want to slow him down or anything so it was just best if I waited here.” The chuckle she let out was absolutely pathetic and he winced a little thinking of the conversation that actually occurred instead of her sugarcoated version. “If I’m in your way or anything I can go wait somewhere else though?”

“No, of course not. In fact, mind if I wait with you? I was just planning on watching last night’s game, it’d be way more fun with a pretty girl beside me.” Tartaglia flashed a charming grin and plopped down beside her when she nodded.

He almost forgot about Scaramouche’s existence until he returned and (Y/N) jumped up, apologies at the ready and waiting the second he closed the door behind him. That left a bit of a bitter taste in his mouth, but not as much as listening to Scaramouche detailing what she could do to properly apologize to him.

She bid Tartaglia a goodnight with a flustered expression on her face. Cute, even if it was due to a man that he was now sure didn’t deserve to see it. But that was okay for now. Tomorrow would be a new day, a day where Tartaglia would start to open her eyes to the horrible matchup that was her and her current boyfriend.

Tartaglia’s plan was… working? He was definitely getting closer to (Y/N). Conversations and playful flirting coming easily every time he saw her. Unfortunately his efforts didn’t seem to be driving the wedge between her and Scaramouche that he hoped. He was also starting to get the suspicion that Scaramouche was starting to catch on, if his more frequent glares were any indication.

His suspicion was confirmed soon enough and his jaw almost hit the floor when he saw them. Tartaglia’s eyes locked with Scaramouche’s, the smug grin on his face let him know that their meeting in the living room was no accident. Tartaglia swallowed hard as his eye drifted downwards to where (Y/N) was settled between his knees, completely bare and bobbing her head seemingly unaware of his presence.

He should retreat. Turn right around and walk back out the front door and try to forget what he saw, or head to his bedroom and try to rub one out. Still he stayed glued to the floor watching with bated breath as Scaramouche tangled his hand in her hair and yanked her off of him. The whine she let out was sinful and Tartaglia could feel his jeans tighten just a bit, “Come on, Scara..”

“Sorry, baby, looks like we’ve been interrupted.” Scaramouche twisted her head so she could get a clear view of their intruder. Tartaglia’s eyes widened to the size of saucers when they met (Y/N)’s. She seemed to be just as shocked as him and scrambled for a throw blanket on the couch to cover herself, while Scaramouche didn’t bother trying to move in the slightest. Apologies spewed from her mouth like water from an ornate fountain. Scaramouche did very little to hide his amusement.

“No need to apologize. He walked in on us, and besides, looks like he enjoyed himself.”

Tartaglia watched as her eyes flitted to his crotch and quickly back up to his eyes like she was trying to hide the fact she was confirming her boyfriend’s claims. He guessed it was his turn to apologize, “Sorry, I was just-”

“Just what? Getting a good look before you got off on watching my girlfriend?” Scaramouche chuckled when he saw Tartaglia’s jaw twitch and face flushed. His attention then turned back to (Y/N), “Looks like I was right, huh? I told you he spends too much time fawning over what he can’t have. You know what though… I'm feeling kind of generous today. Maybe we could throw him a bone and let him watch just this once.”

Tartaglia was ashamed of how quiet he was, how uncharacteristically meek he was being. Still, he stayed glued to his spot and watched (Y/N). He wasn’t stupid enough to think that her bastard of a boyfriend didn’t have this entire thing planned. Tartaglia was pretty sure that (Y/N) was just along for the ride, and he could only hold that she might just have some mercy on him. She looked at him and then turned back to Scaramouch, “Umm… I guess that would be okay, if that’s what you want to do…”

Scaramouche scoffed at the relieved look on his roommate’s face and even muttered something on the lines of him being pathetic. Normally, Tartaglia would be ready to fight and defend his own honor, but he did feel pathetic at the moment and he could always punch him after… Then, a wicked grin spread across Scaramouche’s face, “First things first though. If you want something from me, you beg for it.”

#scaramouche #scaranation #scaramouche smut #yandere genshin x reader #yandere tartaglia #tartaglia x reader #tartaglia #scaramouche x reader #genshin smut

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alice-angel12x · 1 year

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The Secret World of Tevayt

The secret world of Arrietty Au (Genshin Impact x reader)

I’ll never forget that summer, where I spent some time at a strange little inn. A close family friend ran it so Lumine thought it would be good to stay there before the surgery.

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As Lumine drove through the path through the forest, her brother Aether sat quietly in the passenger seat as the trees passed by.

“Are you feeling okay Aether?” Lumine asked.

“I’m okay, it’s just… been a while since we were last here. Just wondering if Xianging and her dad are doing okay with their inn,” Aether said with a yawn.

“Well we're almost there and I hear they expanded it a while back, and they have interesting characters living there,” Lumine said as she pulled up into the driveway.

There waiting for them was Xianging, as she waved excitedly to the twins. The twins happily got out of their vehicle and hugged their long-time friend. Aether looked at the old inn, seeing it certainly has expanded. From a tiny bead and breakfast to a decent-sized inn for a good amount of people.

While Lumine and Xianging chatted, Aether decided to go visit the tiny backyard. The once small backyard grew into a large garden that overlooked a forest and valley. Aether could see himself spending most of his time in the lovely garden, breathing in the fresh air. As he walked along the brick path, passing by a bunch of silk flower bushes there was a tiny rustle in the bush.

From the corner of his eye, he could have sworn he saw a tiny human brush past between the leaves. He turned to search the bush, but he saw nothing, his eyes must have been playing tricks on him. It wasn’t long before Lumine began to call for her brother, and with a sigh, he left.

But he wasn’t the only one breathing out a sigh, a single leaf shifted from its place to reveal a tiny person with flowing (hair color/type). They smiled in relief as they held the silk flower petal and tea leaves close as they began to slide down the trunk of the bushes. As they slid down, Y/n noticed something coming straight for them.

Y/n came to a halt as an arrow lodged itself into the bark. They smirked as they side-eyed the perpetrator, Tartaglia.

“Where have you been girlie/buddy?” Tartaglia asked.

“You missed,” Y/n smirked playfully as she pulled out the arrow.

“Hey, you should be happy. I missed. Or else that would be one less comrade in the colony,” Child smirked as he rolled his eyes.

“Well if you weren’t shooting at me, I have everything under control. I remained hidden when supposed to, and I didn’t take more than needed,” Y/n smirked.

Tartaglia rolled his eyes at his childhood friend when he noticed a certain hairy feline. It glared at them and started to wiggle its tail to pounce. Y/n noticed Tartaglia’s sudden stiff stance as they could hear the low growl behind them.

“Jump down,” Y/n said as they ran to Tartaglia and pulled him down as the cat Reached into the Bush.

The two slide down the trunk of the bush as the cat got caught in the bush. Y/n and Tartaglia sprinted down the bricked path along the side of the house. The cat got free and began to chase the two tiny humans.

“There the rain drain is just up ahead,” Tartaglia pointed as he grabbed Y/n’s hand.

The two ran as hard as they could and they quickly slide into the rain drain on the side of the house wall. Y/n just made it through as the cat slammed into the wall, its paws reaching out for them. Targalia and Y/n landed gracefully as they turned with a smirk.

“Nice try, maybe better luck next time,” Tartaglia waved as Y/n ran ahead to return to the Colony first.

There was a small door that would always be guarded, and once and a while the guards will change out. If Y/n was lucky, the post will be vacant between the swap. Giving them a chance to slip in and know one… Other than Tartaglia would know that they snuck out.

Tartaglia ran after them to apprehend them, but Y/n already made it into the unguarded post and entered the colony. Once the surface it looks like a pile of bricks, but it was actually a deep bunker that housed about 45 people.

As Y/n ran through the door and was about to make it to the last door, a strong arm quickly wrapped around their waist and stopped them.

“And where do you think you're going?” Asked a suave voice.

Y/n sighed as they knew he was caught by Kaeya. The young lad/lass tried to break free, but Kaeya had an iron grip on them.

“Good you caught them,” Tartaglia panted as he stopped running to catch his breath.

“I had a good reason to be outside. I was collecting Mr.Zhongli’s tea leaves, it was on orders,” Y/n tried to reason.

“Still you are not a part of the Garden Rangers, so you cannot be outside in the garden. It’s not safe,” Kaeya said simply. “ You haven't chosen your role yet. If you do want to go outside then join their ranks.”

“But I also want to explore inside the house too, I don’t want to pick just one unit to join,” Y/n sighed.

“Well, that’s just how things are set. We all have a role to play to make sure everyone survives,” Tartaglia said with a sigh.

As the two guards scolded their colony friend, Caption Zhongli and Venti were strolling by. Y/n quickly wiggled their way out of Kaeya’s hold and ran over to them.

“Caption Zhongli! I have it! I got your tea leaves,” Y/n said as they presented the large leaves.

“Ah, good job Y/n. I knew I could rely on you to find these leaves,” Zhongli smiled as he took the leaves.

“Zhongli, if you wanted Tea leaves you could have placed a request on one of the collection teams,” Venti laughed.

“Sadly the garden rangers don’t make it a priority to get tea leaves. So most of the time they do not bring me my requested leaves.” Zhongli said.

“We tried to bring the grounded tea bags one time, but you didn’t like it,” Venti argued.

“Because grounded tea Leaves do not have the same tasted as whole tea leaves,” Zhongli said back. “Anyways, thank you Y/n for bringing the leaves I requested.”

“Wait, Y/n have you decided to join my Garden Rangers?” Venti asked excitedly.

“No, they snuck out,” Kaeya snitched.

“Oh? If you have the skills needed to sneak around then my Bowerers may be better suited for you,” Zhongli suggested.

“Yeah, umm about that. Can I accompany one of the teams on one mission?!” Y/n Begged.

“Y/n you asked this with Venti, Ei, and all other possessions groups in the colony. You still didn’t pick one,” Tartaglia sighed.

“Well, I just don’t want to end up with a role I will hate…Like Kaeya,” Y/n said.

“Wow…Way to throw me under the bus Y/n. I don’t hate my role, I just find it uneventful,” Kaeya countered.

“Well I don’t see the problem if it’s just one mission,” Venti shrugged with a carefree smile.

“Hmm, alright. But, one mission. After this, you will pick your role and work with 100%. Deal?” Zhongli asked as he held out his hand.

Y/n hesitated, knowing very well that Zhongli is going to make sure that this promise is going to be upheld. Although, this will probably be the only opportunity to explore the inside of the human house. So they shook Captin Zhongli’s hand and promised.

“Good, meet us at door 4 at 7:00,” Zhongli smiled and promptly left to go make his tea, and Y/n had more plants to stuff in their room.

Y/n’s room was filled with all sorts of berries and plants. “Y/n have you see-. Oh My, what happened to your room?” Kaveh asked with a dramatic gasp.

“It’s like my own little garden,” Y/n smiled.

“More like a jungle if you ask me. After I put in so much work in decorating this room,” Kaveh sighed. “Oh, it that… a silk flower?”

“Yes, it was meant for your birthday, but I could always keep it,” Y/n smirked as Kaveh reached for the flower.

“No no no, I know just what to do with that. It’s gonna lighten up the living room nicely,” Kaveh said as Y/n gave him the flower.

“Now get out, I have to get ready for tonight's Borrowing,” Y/n smiled as they pushed Kaveh out of the doorway.

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To be continued.

#genshin impact #Genshin x reader #Genshin impact x reader #Tiny people #the secret world of arrietty #arrietty #Genshin impact x the secret world of Arrietty #childe x reader #venti x reader #aether x reader #Lumine

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witch-hazels-musings · 1 year

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Harbinger Diluc - Match 8 - History

Synopsis: One day, the Harbinger meets someone who ignites something different in him - and all he knows is to keep what he wants close, that’s all that matters

Harbinger!Diluc X FM Reader | Anthology

Warnings (specific to each chapter) - > sea sickness (throwing up, feeling of discomfort, unease), SPICE (16+)(making out, touching non-specific, reader wrapping legs around character, implied 18+ activities, hints at nudity not specified), Childe Spoilers (history of his past and why he joined the fatui), Diluc spoilers (mentions of his past, Hazels interpretation of how his past led him to joint he fatui)

It took you a while to come to terms with what he had said. The words weren’t distorted, the crashing waves against the side of the boat didn’t make you question what he told you, but it was still too much, and you felt like throwing up.

“... S- Snezhnaya?” Diluc nodded while you pressed your hand to your stomach. Never in your life did you think you’d head to the most dangerous, coldest, and most ruthless land in all of Teyvat. You’d heard stories of the torturous snow, of the freezing air that could turn the mist in your lungs to ice. To actually be on a ship headed toward - what you would consider - your worst nightmare was one thing, but to do so on a ship full of people you didn’t trust was somehow worse. “I um --”

“Would you like me to open a window?” Diluc asked, his footsteps drowned away in the creaking haul of the large ship. The bed dipped when he sat next to you, his fingers brushing over your tangled mess of hair. Shaking your head, you pulled your legs to your chest and moaned. If it weren’t for the familiar scent of Diluc’s coat smashing into your face, you might have completely lost sense of reality. “Try to breathe.”

Logically, you knew there wasn’t anything you could do but breathe, there wasn’t any choice you could make but to embrace the reality around you. You chose this, you were the one who stood in front of the Harbinger Targalia and threatened him, told him you’d go with him in order to protect Diluc. This was your fault, you were here because of your own choices. So why didn’t that make you feel any less miserable.

“Sick ...”

“Mmm?”

Lifting your head up, you grabbed Diluc’s arm, leaned toward him and though you tried to explain yourself, he seemed to understand by the expression on your face, “... sick ...”

“Oh! Hold on,” he moved just in time for you to shove your face in a bucket.

Your body hurt. Not just from the violent purge of your stomach, but your head throbbed, your legs and back ached, and your heart yearned for the solid feeling of dirt and rocks. Diluc did his best to stay by your side but it seemed even here duty called him away.

Rolling onto your side, you grimaced at the bubbles of gas and nausea that came with the action. The boat rattled against the waves and you wished for death.

“Excuse me, ma’am,” A gentle voice called to you from beyond the closed door. You glanced their way, waiting. They knocked, opened the compartment door, and peered in when you didn’t answer. “Pardon me,” a young woman said as she entered the room and bowed. She was carrying a small basket with cloth inside, her chestnut hair was tied back into a messy bun as if she hurriedly threw it together. When she stood up, you noticed the richness of her skin; apparently she had seen many days in the sun.

Quietly, she made her way toward the bed where you curled around a pillow, every once in a while groaning at the constant churning of the boat. The woman was silent for the most part, save for the hollow noises she made as she moved around the room. Her actions were specific, as if she knew every inch of the cabin you were in.

“... how long have you been here?” you asked, curious and hoping the conversation would be a good distraction.

“I’m sorry?” she paused with her hands hovering over the pile of clothing she placed in the chest near the end of the bed. Her head tilted so you asked your question again.

“It looks like you’ve been in this room many times. I’m just ...” a wave of nausea came over you so you quickly sat up, hand extending toward the now empty bucket, “wondering how long you’ve been on this boat.”

“Ah,” as the woman moved to assist you, her hair flopped to the side but she didn’t seem to mind. “Many years now.”

“Did they kidnap you too?” you mumbled into the bucket, ready for what was to come.

Her voice rang out into the sun-spilled room, a cool cloth touched the back of your head, “No such thing. The sea and I seem to have a deep connection.”

“ugh,”

“It takes some getting used to though, but once you find yourself,” she brushed the hair from your face and you noticed the lines that decorated her lower cheeks and eyes; years worth of joy were written across her skin. “You’ll notice the beauty the ocean has to offer.”

“... right now, I just want to settle my stomach.”

“Right,” she hummed and lifted herself off the bed. For a while you stared into the empty, terrible smelling bucket while she rummaged around. The sound of water and calming hums filled your senses until a kind hand returned to your side. “Drink this,” you looked at the cup she offered hesitantly. At this point, what harm could it do.

The liquid soothed your hot throat, it coated the inside of your stomach like a cool breeze laps away the sweat on your brow. You sighed and lifted yourself further from the bucket. “Tastes like ginger.”

“Mhm, a fine remedy for the sickness of the sea.”

“How much should I drink?”

She chuckled again, “All of it.” You nodded, and did as she suggested while she returned to her work.

“I’ve left a fresh outfit for you,” the woman explained, her hands once again wrapped around the basket she came in with, head bowed in respect. “Feel free to change when you’re ready. I will return in some time to check on you.”

“... thanks,” you replied, eyeing the cloth at the edge of the bed. It was simple, plain looking, which seemed unexpected considering the attire your companions chose to wear. The woman was about to leave but before she could go, you called to her again, “wait. You didn’t tell me your name.”

“It’s Sisi, ma’am,” she answered before exiting the room and leaving you alone.

You didn’t get up immediately, but once your body started to feel like you were in control, that the nausea plaquing you had run its course, you carefully made your way off the bed. It was strange to walk. You’d been on small boats before as a child. The unsteady rocking made you anxious, so you preferred to hunt for game in the woods than in the fishing boats. Here however, you were trapped. Again.

Each time the waves crashed against the bows of the ship, you felt it in your legs, in your chest. You cursed at the sensation. You hated feeling out of control, and here you had so little already. “Get it together,” you told yourself, as if that would help.

Carefully, you made your way toward the end of the bed where the outfit Sisi picked out for you laid. The fabric was different than what you were used to. Whoever weaved this together left ample space for wind to pass through. When you placed your hand inside the shirt, you noticed it still showed your skin and you hoped there was something more opaque to cover the parts of your body you didn’t want revealed.

Glancing around the room you found a door that, upon investigation, revealed itself to be a bathroom. It was annoying, but after a while you managed to change. When you stepped back into the room, Diluc was standing there, waiting.

“Oh, hello,” you greeted him as you bounced against the door frame, your legs dreadfully unprepared for the jostling sea.

He made his way toward you, unaffected. An outstretched hand came into view and you took it eagerly. “How are you feeling?” he asked, his finger grazing the back of your palm.

“Much better, I just -” you stumbled into him without wanting too and clicked your teeth, “I want to stand properly.”

“You’ll get used to it.”

“Archons, I hope so.”

Diluc fell silent. You weren’t sure why until you felt him adjust the clothes you’d just put on. His hand slowly moved across the sky-blue collar, his fingers smoothed out the uneven and wrinkled fabric covering your chest until he reached the hem of your pants where the shirt was tucked in. Diluc pulled at the long, thin sleeves covering your arms while you stood there, lost.

Your hair that often spilled over your shoulders was pulled back slightly by a hair clip. You were glad for it because the room was growing warmer by the second. “Diluc?” you questioned, eyes lifting away from his long-sleeve black button up to his face which was studying you intently. Swallowing, you looked to the floor.

“This suits you,” he professed as he took as step closer, unfazed by the way you bumped into him.

“I think you’d say that about anything.” Your hands were sweating so you rubbed them on your pants, lucky for you they were black.

“It wouldn’t make my statement any less true.” Lifting your head, you felt yourself sway at the intensity of him. His hair was tied back but some strands fell around his face even now, grazed his sharp jaw and shrouded his intense eyes until they were almost too much to look at. Backing up provided little reprieve because he followed you until you were flush against the door frame, his hand gripping the wood to keep you from slipping into the small room beyond.

It was hard to breathe. You found this rather common when trapped by him but instead of trying to wriggle your way free, you embraced the proximity, fighting back when you could. Your hips pushed into him, a rather forward action to which he rewarded with a demanding grip on your waist.

You could already feel yourself slipping under him. Quick breaths couldn’t stop the swelling sensation rising in your body. Your heart wouldn’t slow down no matter how many times you closed your eyes and willed it. Thoughts of the last night you were together flooded your mind. You yearned to experience it again.

Diluc leaned in, his eyes locked onto your lips but when you didn’t return the gesture, he stopped. “Do you not-”

“No,” you interrupted him, suddenly aware of his misunderstanding, “I’m just waiting.”

“Waiting for?” he asked, his breath hot as he hovered above the lips you could feel his desire to have.

“Waiting to see if we’ll be interrupted.”

“Mmm.” Diluc pulled away slightly so both of you could listened for the sound of footsteps just outside, the call of his name which so often came. Save for the distant chatter of the crew and the steady crashing of the waves, the only sound left was your heavy breathing. “I don’t he-”

“Yup.” With force, you cupped his face, tilted your own, and crashed into his lips. He responded in equal ferocity, fingers already pulling at the shirt you shoved into your pants. No matter how badly you wanted to keep kissing him, you couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped at the sensation of his hands against your skin, at the feeling of his thumb just below the most sensitive part of your chest. When he stopped so he could lift you around his waist, you let go and became practically feral at the display of his strength.

With ease and swiftness, he took you away from the support of the wall and carried you to the bed. It took little time to fall against it, and even less time to remove his shirt - since he practically tore it off himself. His red hair fell over his shoulder, brushed against your sensitive skin as he hovered above you. The tender affections he left across your neck, your jaw, your cheeks, filled you and made you gasp at every impression he left.

This must be what it feels like to love and be loved by another, you thought.

It was well into the evening when you made your first exit out of the cabin. Surprisingly, you noticed the rocking boat less than before. You weren’t sure if it was time that helped you adjust, or the guiding hand that led you up the steps. Either way, when you reached the deck, you felt your heart flip at the sight.

Nervous, unsteady, you made your way toward the edge of the massive ship. Griping the thick wooden taffrail, you admired a landscape you would have never seen otherwise.

Radiant reds, yellows, and oranges stretched across the shimmering water. The light flashed over the gentle waves, it danced and swayed creating shapes you’d never seen before. What stole your senses most was how endless it all was. Vast stretches of glittering water surrounded you and while the west glowed in brilliance, the east was lost in icy blues and pitch black.

“It’s quiet the sight, don’t you think?” Tartaglia’s voice ripped through your awe in an instant. Dejected, you settled back onto your feet.

“It was,” you mumbled under your breath but you were certain Diluc heard you by the way he turned his head the other way.

Tartaglia glided down the steps from the helm, his arms stretched wide as if he were soaking in the evening air. “Enjoy the weather while you can, comrade. The closer we get to Snezhnaya, haha, well, you’ll see.” he chuckled, stopping a few feet from where you were standing and placing a hand on the rail you leaned against earlier. His expression wasn’t what you expected. He seemed almost wistful, as if he were thinking of a private memory. “Neverminded that,” he shifted instantly; this man was like a living whiplash. “I bet you’re starving.” His comment was simple but pointed, and it made your chest hot. You tried to play it off but something about the way he smirked at the both of you made you extremely embarrassed.

“I - um.”

“I mean, you haven’t eaten in almost a day. Plus I heard you were sick,” he continued as if it was nothing and you felt your body catch on fire for thinking he was talking about what you and Diluc had done earlier. “Feeling better?” Nodding, you turned back to the sea to cool your face. “Great, let’s get you some food.” He waved, making his way toward the other side of the boat to a set of stairs. You followed after him but not before glancing at Diluc who looked unamused.

It was surprising just how big the ship was. The further down you went, the more shocked you were to find rooms, storage, commissary places that didn’t seem possible on a boat of this size. To be fair, you didn’t really recall examining the ship prior to leaving.

“Here,” Tartaglia escorted you to a table near the open kitchen. There were a few people working next to one another on small counters. They seemed to move smoothly, never once bumping into each other even with the unsteady floor beneath them. The harbinger disappeared for a moment before returning with a few plates. It was the last thing you expected, to be served by the 11th Harbinger of the Fatui. “It’s not the best food, but it’ll do,” he explained as he slid the dishes to you.

The meal was simple. A few slices of meat with boiled potatoes and vegetables. Nothing too overpowering, which was good considering you were starting to feel ill again. Though, as your stomach growled, you figured it was because you hadn’t eaten in a long time.

Tartaglia didn’t wait; the sound of his knife slamming into the plate as he picked up the meat to take a bite reminded you of an animal enjoying their kill. “So,” he began, excitement in his eyes and a smile on his lips, “how’d it feel to touch the talisman?”

“Tartaglia,” Diluc glowered at the man across the table, jaw clenching.

“Come on!” he exclaimed, hand slapping against the table, the other still holding the meat. “I’m curious. Don’t tell me you haven’t wondered the same thing?” Diluc’s jaw tightened and you figured it would be easier to appease Tartaglia rather than let something in Diluc’s ever-dwindling patience, snap.

“It hurt,” you replied before biting into your own food. You started with the potatoes before working toward anything with more potent flavor. When the harbingers looked at you, you continued, “It was like ... mmm ... a snake coiling up your arm and squeezing as tight as it can before sinking its teeth into you.”

“Ouch,” Tartaglia grimaced, though it seemed disingenuous.

“It was only for a bit, but ... it hurt.” You recalled the dark room flashing in violent blue, the darkness of the domain pushing down against you, the Herald’s power with every strike. Subconsciously, you peered at Diluc in your peripherals.

“Does it hurt any other time?”

“Mmm,” you thought about his question by taking a few other bites. Your appetite returning with force. “No.”

“What about when you fight?”

“It doesn’t ... hurt. It just feels -- I guess like an itch you can’t scratch?” Diluc’s attention turned to something down the hall but when you looked there wasn’t anything there. Or, at least, that’s what you thought.

“No more questions,” he demanded, eyes shifting to Tartaglia.

“Wha-”

“Now.” There was an uncomfortable pressure settling at the table. You could tell the young gentleman across from you desperately wanted to keep going but he waved his hands in appeasment. Discomfort took the place of curiosity and the three of you ate in silence for.

You couldn’t help but notice how tense Diluc was. It was like the moment you went into the bowels of the ship, his entire demeanor changed. He was on edge, and you didn’t know why.

So, you decided to distract yourself.

“So, Tartaglia-”

“Call me Childe, comrade,” he beamed, elbows resting on the table as he leaned in toward you.

“Tartaglia,” you began again, ignoring him, “how did you become part of the Fatui?

“Ah, now that’s quiet the interesting story.”

“I’m all ears,” you encouraged and tossed the final bit of food into your mouth.

“Let’s just say I have an insatiable desire for conquest,” he smirked and placed his hands on top of one another so he could rest his chin against them. You scoffed at how at ease he was.

“Fine, don’t tell me.”

He chuckled, “It’s honestly not that impressive. When I was nearly, what now, fifteen, sixteen, my father enlisted me.”

“You’re father!?” Shooting a look at Diluc, he seemed unaffected by the news.

“Yup, he hoped it would ‘satiate my desire for battle.’ I don’t blame or hate him for it. You should hear of some of the conquests I’ve had, of the blood I’ve spilt.” Tartaglia seemed to revel in his story. Flashes of something far stronger than elation shimmered in his eyes as he spoke and you wished you hadn’t asked the question.

“You were just a child. To force someone at that age into this life, it hardly seems fair.”

“Fair,” he hummed, head nodding, “life isn’t. I learned that far earlier than my indoctrination into the Fatui, even before my first bout against fellow harbingers. Mmm, the darkness of the abyss truly holds nothing but contempt, wouldn’t you agree, Noctua?” He flashed a knowing look to the man at your side whose piecing gaze would have frightened you if you hadn’t grown used it it by now. Though, there was something odd about the familiarity the two of them shared.

“I thought the Abyss was just a folktale, something parents tell their children about to keep them in line.”

“Oh, it’s very real. Care to find out?” The devil flashed across his face; a visceral elation washing out any human-like features. It took your breath away.

“We’re done.” Diluc stood from the table and practically pulled you with him.

“Awe, don’t go yet,” Tartaglia wined, that fake face of his plastered back on like a mask. You hated how easily he could flip from one personality to another. “Hey! Why don’t you tell her the story of when you joined-”

“No.”

“Come on, it’s not that bad!”

“We’re leaving.” Diluc turned his back to the harbinger sitting, pouting, and begging at the table while he pushed you down the hallway and toward the stairs. You managed to get out of earshot, but not before hearing Tartaglia yell, ‘you’ll have to tell her sometime!’

When the two of you made it back to the quarters on the other side of the ship, only the sound of the door closing made you breathe easy.

“How many days until we reach land?” you asked, body tense and exhausted.

“Three weeks,” he answered with a weary sigh.

Days went by without much to report. You finally found what they called, ‘sea legs’ and settled into a normal routine. Meals in the morning, activities to pass the time in the afternoon, dinner holed up in your quarters or with the other operatives on board. Some nights you spent alone, others you were at your harbingers side. The ocean was rather beautiful at night. You grew to enjoy the sounds and sights of the setting and rising sun. Once, you were goaded into a sparing match with Tartaglia. He was almost successful but Diluc took your place.

Considering how the entire crew begged them to stop before they destroyed the whole ship, you couldn’t imagine the damage they could have done on land.

On days you woke up next to Diluc, the two of you made time to be as isolated from everyone else. It was clear in these confined days that he wasn’t fond of being social. You didn’t mind, in fact you welcomed it. The quiet comfort of just being near each other brought ease to you unsettled mind. You passed the time reading while he worked, he inquired about your past and you did the same, but in small doses. There was always that prickling question dancing on the end of your tongue but you avoided asking it.

Who was Diluc before the Fatui, and what changed him?

Sisi stopped by every now and again. When Diluc was busy elsewhere, the two of you held pleasant conversation. She, much like yourself, was a private person but one evening she let slip that she was looking for someone. When you pushed a little more, she reassured you it was nothing important before finding an excuse to leave. Sisi was still kind in future interactions, but she appeared more guarded with her responses.

The times you did decide to leave your quarters, you were thankful you’d grown used to Diluc’s shadow. If he could escort you, he would, or he’d ask that you wait for him. There was clearly something about this journey that unsettled him but he refused to share his discomfort. Instead, he’d pass it off as being tired, or that he was distracted. Even now he didn’t share his worries with you. It was frustrating considering the blooming relationship the two of you were building.

You tried not to let it bother you, but there were things about him you didn’t know. What real reason did you have to trust the man who took you from your home - was it right for you to even be at his side after everything that had happened.

“Where are you?” Diluc asked, his voice filling your ear, fingers tracing across your arm as you leaned against him in the bed. You took in a breath and felt the muscles of his chest push against your back. Carefully, you adjusted so you could be closer to him, using his strong legs you lifted yourself from between them and propped your knees up to keep you stable. He waited for you by kissing your exposed shoulder and neck.

“I’m thinking.”

Another kiss against your neck. “About?”

“You.” Diluc hummed, signaling his curiosity. “We’ve been on this ship for almost three weeks but I still know so little about you.”

“What would you like to know?”

He opened the door but you were still nervous to step inside. “Well ... who were you be-before you were a Harbinger?” It wasn’t the question you wanted to ask but it was as close as you could get. You were certain he could feel your heart pounding in your chest.

“I was no-one.”

“Diluc, that’s not an answer.” Your tone was one of frustration. You didn’t intend for it to be but with your nerves on the frits, it came out that way.

“It will not provide you more information about who I am. I am no longer that person.”

You twisted so you could look at him, the sheets pulled tight against your chest to keep you covered. “Let me decide that. Please.” Searching his face, you felt your brows furrow and lips turn into a frown. He relaxed and pushed your hair over your shoulder.

“As you wish.”

Diluc started at his childhood. One filled with rules and expectations that, at times, felt suffocating. He grew to understand them, grew to accept them and explained how they started to change him. Diluc shared of his family. A father who was strict, driven, and dedicated to helping others. A brother whose mischievous behaviors often got the both of them into trouble but whose company he fondly recalled. A maid who was like a mother to him. These memories brought a smile to his face as if they were a cherished part of him.

He was open, for the first time in a long time about who he was and where he came from. It was like your eagerness to hear him released the flood-gates of repression.

“I was a member of the Knights of Favonius.”

“Really!”

“Hah, yes.” he confirmed, his body adjusting to your own as you twisted to look at him again. “A Calvary Captain actually.”

“W-Wow.” The thought of Diluc dressed in the garments of the knights made you chuckle, but left your heart feeling sad. From what you knew about them, they were a reputable organization. The pride of Mondstadt. What could have happened to turn this boy who valued honor to an organization that destroyed it. “So what - um -”

“What happened?”

“Yeah.”

Diluc tensed, his arms coiled around your stomach and he held you against him. Even if you wanted to turn toward him, you couldn’t. “A monster.” The atmosphere in the room shifted, and you listened. “There was a party in the city. One to celebrate the ‘coming of age.’ Everyone was there to join in the festivities; and free alcohol.” He added, a slight, bitter chuckle rumbling in his chest. “On the way back to our estate, we were leading a caravan and that’s when -”

“The monster?” you asked as your hands found his arms.

“Yes. I wasn’t strong enough, none of us were, but my father fought against it with everything he had.” Diluc’s grip tightened and you felt his pain seeping from your eyes. “I watched him do unbelievable things. He was never gifted a vision but if there was someone more deserving I do not know them.” He paused for a moment before continuing, “In the end, he defeated what we later learned was a dragon but not before it corrupted him. It stole his senses, his soul. He became crazed, unlike himself, and I was left to ... I had to ...”

He didn’t say it, couldn't say it, but when the realization that Diluc had to kill his own father dawned on you, there was nothing holding you back from reacting. You twisted in his arms until you could comfortably hold him. “I’m sorry,” you whispered into his hair. His nails bit into your back and you let them.

“After that,” he continued but you wanted him to stop, you wanted to take your question back so you knelt between his bent legs and pressed your hands to his chest.

Shaking your head, you called to him but he kept going.

“I told the knights about what had happened, told my brother, but they all turned their back on me. I vowed to find the answers no one else would give. After a long time it led me to Snezhnaya, where I fought my way to the source and came face to face with the Tsaritsa.”

“Diluc ...”

“She redefined me. Took my hollow life and filled it with purpose. With her I found the retribution I wanted, I was owed, and I never looked back.” His expression turned dark as if remembering was enough to close off the suffering that came before it. These words came from him, but they felt unlike him; twisted.

For the first time since that day on the grassy plane, Diluc looked like the Harbinger you feared, and you desperately wanted to pull him free from that place.

Bending forward, you cupped his face in your hands but he wouldn’t look at you. “Look at me,” you uttered, a few times, a small shake of his head until he finally met your eyes. “You were not no-one,” you lifted his head when he tried to look away, “the person who lived this life before the Fatui is still there. He’s still here,” placing your hand on his chest, you pushed to help him feel it, “even now, you have shown me that he is. What you went through was terrible, it was painful but it did not take away the person you once were. The person your father taught you to be, the one your brother remembers.” Tears ran down your cheeks, the landed on his chest and slowly the life in his eyes returned, “You are nothing like them.”

“I am them.”

“You may hold a name, but that doesn’t define you. If you can’t see that t-then let me r-remind you. I’ll be here to remind you.” Your words were growing choppy, the tightness in your throat made it hard to communicate so you hoped it was reaching him. Pointing at the center of his chest, you blurted out, “Diluc Ragnvindr lives in there, and I’ll fight whoever or whatever I need to, to b-bring him b-back.”

His eyes went wide at the name he hadn’t heard in years. Like the moment it rolled off your tongue ignited a nostalgia he had long forgotten. The sound of his past came flooding back in, but he didn’t know how to answer it.

Tenderly, he pulled you against him until you fell into his arms. He found it difficult to know why this affected you so much. This was just another story, one he’d heard from countless other Fatui. It rattled him to see you react this way, but what confounded him more was the flame in his chest that became rekindled at the sound of his real name.

“I am them,” he mumbled while you wrapped your arms around him and whispered, ‘you’re not.’

Day’s past and the icy wind, the chilling crash of an endless winter crept closer and closer to the Artemis. You were fortunate there was appropriate attire for you considering you hadn’t had a chance to pack. Still, no matter how much you put on, in the depth of your soul you knew whatever waited for you would be an encounter you weren’t prepared for.

As the final day came to a close, you watched the snow fall across the ocean. You saw the push in the sails as they forced their way forward. In the distance you strained to see the peaks of snow-covered mountain ranges against the boundless white. Only in the darkness could you tell where civilization began and the cold ended; like small beacons in the night, you were headed straight for them.

Nervously, you wrapped the thick coat around your shoulders. Your hair tight and clumped to the sides of your face as the snowflakes attached, melted, and froze again. It hurt to breathe but you refused to hide away from what waited for you.

Someone moved to your side, the radiating warmth told you who, so you moved closer to them. “We're almost there,” you said, the towering wall of white affirming your observation.

“Yes.” Diluc’s voice was tense; you knew why.

Another joined the watch, someone you’d learned much of and yet so little in these last three weeks. Someone who’s straightforward approaches reminded you of your own, but felt so foreign to you. While you put one foot in front of the other, he bounded forward with a thrill in his heart and blades flashing in the light.

There was a time you thought you couldn’t trust the man who was now guarding you, would you ever be able to look at this Harbinger’s face and see anything but a well-decorated façade.

“Ah! Doesn’t the world look so glorious in the snow?” He asked, though it seemed rhetorical, “The pure white, the pristine quiet of it all, like the light of the moon.”

“It’s just cold to me,” you added, a shiver arriving just in time to emphasize your point.

“Oh but you see,” he explained as he leaned onto the taffrail, his hands dangling toward the frozen ocean as he breathed in the air. “It has such a perfect backdrop for bloodshed.”

Tartaglia’s words sent a cold chill down your spine. How can someone with a face like his, and a smile so earnest, speak of such things so easily. He turned to wink at you and you moved closer to Diluc.

“This is why you don’t work well with others.” Diluc groaned.

“Hey now, and here I thought we had become fast friends, Diluc.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Pity,” he lamented, “because you’re going to need some of those.” And with that, the bright lighthouse came into view and so did the ominous headquarters of the Fatui stronghold.

I wish there was a way to know you’re in the good days before you leave them

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green-applepie · 1 year

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do u...do u have any burping headcanons for Childe <3

-Growing up in such a harsh place Targalia has a very strong stomach, there's not a lot that will give him a gassy stomach. But when he does get indigestion he probably inflates a hot air balloon - Lactose intolerant; milk, cheese, ice cream, anything like that will result in a cramping stomach and loud wet burps for a few hours, if it's bad enough he'll have gas coming out of both ends - Appel juice doesn't agree with him either, he found that after a certain bartender gave him a cider after a night of drinking -Really prone to trapped gas back-patting and tummy rubbing is one of the ones the best ways to help him out bloating, but it's very embarrassing for him -Very impressive drunk burps too after chugging, and has once challenged Kaeya to a belching contest while 5 drinks deep, it was close but the calvery captain came out on top.

#genshin burping #burp kink

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ingapotejtoo · 1 year

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while i can't say i am specifically a genshin enjoyer, one of my favorite youtubers who i watch nearly every single video for is apparently a genshin youtuber

it never even clicked in my head that she was one until she had a video titled like 'genshin player plays this other game', so all my genshin knowledge comes from her and is the reason why i sometimes call childe/targalia 'tartagles' in my head

EVERYTIME I TALK ABOUT CHILDE I CANNOT SAY CHILDE - BCUS IN MY ACCENT IT SOUNDS EVEN MORE LIKE A CHILD NOR I CANT PRONOUNCE TARGALIA WITHOUT MAKING IT SOUND LIKE GIBBERISH so i just end up going with tortellini man

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minieggukie · 2 years

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Targalia isn't all that great imo it might just be that i dont like bow charatures snajajja😭 but xiao is my most beloved and I have a tendency to fall for every polearm charature cause it's my fav weapon.

Me neither tbh.. they're so SLOW and enemies love to charge at you 😭 but they're useful for certain things so I usually can't not have at least one of them in my party 😩

i usually like the bow in most rpgs i play lmao (headshots <3) but on this game it's rly annoying ��

#i do need some heavy hitters soon #i just.. i need more variety lmao #answered

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xiaosmoon · 3 years

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the boys as your roommate in college

parings: xiao, childe, & albedo x gn!reader

warnings/content: mostly fluff, mentions of injury (cuts & bruises)

-> xiao

being roommates with xiao was interesting to say the least. when you first met him, he literally never talked to you unless he had to.

if you didn't know any better, you could've swore you were living with a ghost. the only greetings you would exchange were good mornings and good nights

after two months of this nonsense, you decided enough was enough. when you came back from your long day of classes, you confidently approached xiao's door with your chest puffed and head held high. you knock firmly, trying to hold onto your faltering confidence.

"come in." the response was muffled through the door. you slowly unlock and push it open, peaking your head in first. the room was very dark. the curtains were closed and not a single light was on. well, except the blaring bright screen of xiao's monitor that was very focused on. you assumed he was gaming; it's all he ever does.

his eyes remained focus on his gaming, paying no mind to you. "um xiao, are you busy? i can come back later." you were just about to peep your head back out before xiao stopped you. "i'm not busy. what's up?" his attention still not on you.

you inhale deeply, walking into his room and closing the door behind you. here goes nothing. "i- uh, well. here's the thing; i really hate how we never talk even though we live under the same roof! i know nothing about you, your interests, your personal life, literally nothing! and i really wanna talk to you because you seem like a cool person but you're really giving me the impression you hate me." that came out a lot faster than intended.

xiao's cheeks were flaming. he removed his headset and paused his game, turning around in his chair so he was face to face with you. "um, i'm sorry." he softly confessed, avoiding your gaze. "i don't really get along with people. but we can be friends, or uh at least try. sorry for being a douche."

you were satisfied with his response. after that day, you invited xiao out to lunch all the time to study. you guys even began having weekly movie nights!

you soon found out that xiao actually has a twitch account with two hundred thousand subscribers. he invited you to join his stream onetime and his fans went absolutely insane.

comments like "are they your s/o???" "omg who's that xiao, they're so hot wtf??" "y'all have to be dating" flooded in and xiao couldn't hide his blushing. he couldn't deny the comments assumptions, he ended up developing a little crush on you.

but he wouldn't confess anytime soon, afraid of messing up the amazing relationship you two shared. (or really because he doesn't know how to confess)

-> childe

you were surprised this boy wasn't in a frat when you first met him. spoiler alert: he was.

when you had asked him why he wasn't living in the frat house, all he said was "the boys are too rowdy. i prefer my personal space."

you found that very hard to believe. he was out partying every weekend and had at least two girls on his side at all times.

"come on, come to the party with me! you never go." he pouted, bending over to rest his elbows on the kitchen counter with his irresistible face resting on his palms. "for the hundredth time ajax, i don't feel like spending my lovely friday night surrounded by sweaty bodies & puking college students." you placed a lid on the pot of pasta you were cooking.

"ugh you're a party pooper." he dramatically groans & comes around to where your finished garlic bread was. "besides, it's not like you have anything else planned!" he says taking a big bite of the bread.

"well excuse you," you snatched the bread out of his hand, leaving you with a very sad childe. "i have a date with edward cullen!" "you've seen twilight a million times." "your point being?"

one night, childe didn't come home. you had assumed he was at another one of his hook ups or he had just crashed at scaramouche's. but the next morning, you saw childe sprawled across your couch with the nastiest cuts and bruises you have ever seen. there was an open first aid kit on the coffee table showing that he at least attempted to clean himself up.

"you idiot." you whispered to yourself. you shook him awake gently, not knowing what other injuries this dumbass might have. he stirred and let out a groan, "5 more minutes, promise."

you were not having it. "ajax you better wake your ass up right now or so help me god i will throw a vase at you." he sat up so quick you flinched a bit. your eyes scan his shirtless body, evaluating all of the injures. without thinking, you begin to trace the bruise on his right shoulder.

"what happened to you? and more importantly why didn't you wake me up?" you mumble, still fixated on the bruise. childe's cheeks heated up at the skin to skin contact. he never blushes. "uhm i didn't wanna bother you? waking you is basically asking for death." he teased lightly. you snap your gaze up to his. "ajax, i'm literally a pre-med student. what else is hurting?"

childe explained how he got into a physical fight because someone was insulting you. he of course wasn't having it, so he beat the other guy to a pulp. the guy wasn't as good of a fighter as childe was of course, but he managed to get a few hits in. after that day, you looked at childe in a new light. he protected your name and got hurt in the process; something that meant a lot to you.

slowly, childe started changing too. no more random hookups, no more partying every weekend (he even joined you on your rom-com movie nights), and no more recklessness. he realized that he wanted to be a better person for you. a better possible love interest for you. and before he knew it, he had fallen hopelessly in love with you.

-> albedo

being roommates with albedo was a surprise waiting for you everyday. his room was practically a science lab. at random times in the middle of the night, you'll occasionally hear a big bang from his room. this night, it was particularly very loud. rushing over in your sleepwear, you'd slam his room door open to see a puff of dark grey smoke coating the room.

you pull your shirt up over your nose and attempt to swat the smoke away with your hand. "cough cough, albedo? are you okay- cough." you could barely make out his figure in the thick smoke, but continue to walk towards him. before you could take another step, albedo bolts towards you, grabbing your wrist. he runs out of the room, dragging you with him. once you're out to safety, he shuts the door behind him.

"y/n! are you alright, let me see your eyes. can you breath fine?" he grabs you by the shoulders and brings your body very close to his. the lack of space between you is enough to make you forget everything. "i- um, i'm- i'm fine albedo. what happened? what was that?" you managed to speak. once he's sure you're alright, he pulls away a bit and loosens the grip on your shoulders. he looks at his bedroom door, "an experiment went wrong. i wasn't expecting the outcome to go wrong so horribly." he returns his eyes back to you with an apologetic smile. "i don't think it's safe for us to sleep here tonight."

after that incident, you and albedo both agreed that no more experiments should be tested in the dorm. (the RA may or may not have also banned him from it) you did feel bad for albedo, so you offered to assist him at the college laboratory on your free time. you were a biology major so it worked perfectly.

you guys had long nights full of laughter and fun in the lab. most nights security had to kick you guys out because you lost track of time.

overtime, albedo was sure that he developed romantic feelings for you. he's never felt this way about anyone before. he wants to confess, he truly does, but he just doesn't know how to go about it.

#xiao x you #xiao x reader #xiao x y/n #childe x you #childe x reader #childe x y/n #tartaglia x reader #albedo x you #albedo x reader #albedo x y/n #xiao fanfic #childe fanfic #albedo fanfic #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #targalia #albedo #xiao #childe

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