#tartaglia headcannons

[moonflvver]

characters: Childe x reader

warnings: teensy bit of angst, minor spoilers for childe's lore (?), comfort

synopsis: Childe has a nightmare

a/n: sorry for my extended hiatus T-T I've been finishing up the school year and I haven't had much time to write but I hope you enjoy this little drabble.

w/c: 747

He’s a light sleeper. Years of military experience have taught him how to always stay on his toes. And in a way this habit of his helps him to avoid the more unsavory parts of what resting entails. Namely, dreaming. Childe doesn’t exactly dream per-say, a dream is something pleasant. No, instead he has nightmares. Or maybe the proper word would be flashbacks. Falling into the abyss had imbued him with the knowledge of what teyvat truly was, he'd seen horrors that his fourteen year old self could barely comprehend.

And despite his strength there were still some things that his own mind needed to protect him from. It had locked away these memories for his own good. But it seemed that while he slept the door that separated them from his waking mind would crack open and the familiar scenes would leak into his head again. Usually he was able to wake up before it got too bad. But sleeping next to you had caused him to lower his guard. The warmth of your body on his, the feel of his hand around your waist. It had been enough to make him drop his defenses, and he subsequently drifted off into a deep sleep. The nightmares that he experiences are unique, they always feel so real. It's like he's back there all over again. Calling out for someone, anyone to save him.

Cold, dark hands are clawing at him, pulling him further into the darkness and no matter how hard he tries to stop them his descent is seemingly inevitable. But just as the last sliver of light is about to disappear he hears someone calling his name and feels himself wake abruptly. You’d been trying to shake him awake for a while, calling his name as you watched him toss and turn while he cried out for help. Seeing him like this always shocked you, no matter how many times it happened. It reminded you of everything that he’d had to deal with, and thinking about how for years he had been the only one to take care of himself after waking up from yet another nightmare made your soul ache.

If you could take on the pain for him, you would in a heartbeat. And while it’s true that Childe is part of the Fatui, you really don’t think you’ve ever met someone with a heart like his. His determination to protect you and his family, his ever lasting loyalty and his commitment to you had always made you see him as strong. Someone to admire, and look up to. But after he’d had his first nightmare while sleeping next to you, you’d realized just how hard he works to make sure that he's perceived as someone with infallible strength. To him showing weakness is akin to giving up. So much so that at first he’d shied away from your touch when you tried to comfort him after he’d woken up. But overtime he’d become more comfortable with letting you see his weakness, with trusting you. He laid himself bare for you to see, he allowed you to look at him in this state and in doing so he placed his certainty in the fact that you wouldn’t view him any differently than you always had.

So when he shoots up from where he was sleeping as his eyes open, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath, the first thing he does is turn to you. You take that as a sign that it’s alright for you to approach him and you pull him into your chest, running your fingers through his soft ginger locks. He sighs, and you can feel how tense his body is. “Same nightmare?” You ask as you stroke small circles on his back. “Yeah.” He mumbles into your shirt, relaxing just a bit under your touch. “It’s okay, you’re safe now.” You say as you place a chaste kiss to the top of his head, feeling him wrap his arms around you as if he’s trying to close the minimal gap between the two of you.

And while Childe might pride himself on being your protector, now it’s his turn to trust that you can defend him. Every touch you place on his skin, every kiss, every comforting word you whisper to him is a promise. A promise that you won’t ever leave his side, that you’ll always be here to hold him on nights like these. 

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #childe x y/n #childe headcanons #childe x reader #tartaglia x y/n #tartaglia x reader #tartaglia headcannons #꒰ ✶ ꒱ nora writes

[kleewie]

i don’t wanna keep secrets just to keep you (and i)

summary: dating tip? just don't. for celebrities, romantic relationships are absolutely forbidden. the slightest hint of one could ruin your career. but are you even listening to the lecture? doubt it, 'cause you're doing the complete opposite. (alternatively, a celebrity au featuring secret relationships.)

→ featuring: childe, & ayato (you can really tell who my faves are)

→ warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, slight cursing, established relationship, mentions of alcohol and drinking, tension, actual cursing, unreliable reader pov, gender-neutral reader (i apologize if i missed things, i haven't proofread it yet)

→ a/n: so, hi! long time no see? i was pretty stressed with college and well, i'm back! i began writing this last year and finally got the courage to finish it. but here it is and i hope you enjoy it :> please let me know if you like it <3 it really makes my day!

credits to @dumplingsjinson for the prompts!

beware, lengthy post ahead! more under the cut!

the debut.

“forbidden?” you repeat.

“absolutely forbidden!” your manager says. “a rookie with no fanbase? a scandal will ruin your reputation! you're absolutely forbidden from dating anyone.”

you sigh. he's being too overdramatic.

you will never be in a relationship, you're absolutely sure. how can you? with no time for yourself as it is, dating someone with the limited hours you already have sounds impractical.

besides, you're too busy training and practicing for auditions.

remembering it now, you want to laugh.

i told you so, your thoughts chastise.

god, you should've listened.

childe, the actor

“that's a wrap!” the director cheers.

your eyes glisten as you hold back tears. it's embarrassing, you think. so damn embarrassing.

you've been repeating the same kissing scene multiple times now. obviously, the director cheers for finally completing the take and not because you did a good job.

childe pats your back. “you did great,” he says, with a smile.

but you know the gesture so goddamn well. the same nonchalant cold grin he throws at everyone that he now directs at you? oh, he's angry alright.

for what reason? who knows. you're too busy wallowing in self-despair over how terrible your acting is.

the scene is supposedly simple. it involves the second lead, who happens to be you, confessing their love to the leading man, resulting to a spontaneous kiss.

yet, you're fumbling over the lines, acting so out of character, tripping over set, incorrectly initiating the kiss at awkward angles—the whole time-wasting squander.

“what's going on?” childe eventually asks, once he arrives at your shared apartment. his bag drops to the floor with a flop. “you're acting strange. the entire crew sees it, i see it, the director sees it—what if he decides to fire you? what will you do then?”

you swallow dryly. you left the set early hoping childe's hectic schedule prompted him to forget the whole issue. yet, here he is finally bringing up the conversation after what feels like a month's worth of tension.

as you sit on the sofa chair, your fingers massage the bridge of your nose. breathe in, breathe out. you repeat. don't cry. you try to calm yourself down as a sob tries to break through.

eight months, you've been a couple.

but, there are some things you're afraid to say.

each year, the biggest tabloid newspaper in the country releases an article on celebrity dating scandals. a month ago they released one single page article about a popular actor dating a newbie actress. it barely had any juicy details, just a simple paragraph of a somebody dating a nobody.

yet, it did not end well for them. and you're terrified; for when it could happen to you.

you imagine it. dozens of messages and multiple missed phone calls on your cell as your name becomes the next talk of the town. the headline reads: revealed! a nobody actress, the second-lead from the northland bank saga currently dates the nation's boyfriend, childe!

it terrifies you. you could lose your job. lose what you love doing the most. and you could get tossed aside like an old sweater under someone's bed, left to rot and decompose.

so, yes. you hesitated earlier at set because you don't want anyone to connect the dots. to look at the kiss between you two and notice something amiss. to speculate that there's more to your relationship than what meets the eye. to realize you look at him as more than a co-star. to see how much you're in love with him. to realize the both of you are dating.

“it's not easy.” you say, releasing a sigh.

two years you've been in the business. rookies barely get any roles as it is. being in a well-received rendition of an old romance drama is a once in a blue moon opportunity and you can't risk someone finding out about your relationship.

“camera shy? no—you've kissed heaps of actors for that school drama.”

you mumble, “two people aren't heaps of actors, tartaglia.”

“then what is the problem?”

childe saunters to where you sit. he leans towards you and presses his palm on the head of the sofa, trapping your body between his and the chair. childe's eyes meet yours and you instantly look away.

he knows you well enough to comprehend that look on your face. the way you hide your clammy hands behind you, the manner of your eyes staring only at your feet, how your body tucks itself into the corner of the seat.

“me?” childe whispers.

he places a hand under your jaw. his thumb softly pushes your chin upwards so your eyes meet his.

“why?” he pleads.

“you won't understand.”

“i will if you tell me,” he says, holding your gaze. seeing how you relentlessly persist on keeping your mouth shut, he shakes his head. “oh, please tell me.”

you hesitate. you tell him and then what?

you could say: hey, childe! i'm afraid of our relationship being discovered. i'll be hated by your fans. you'll be constantly drained by my crying and whining. your reputation would take a hit regardless of how popular you are and—and then he'll finally realize how exhausting and annoying it is being with you.

your self-deprecation loves to pull you deeper into its sapping embrace. you're nothing, it mouths. childe would dump you and find some other actor or actress to date. god. it would be so easy. with his popularity, good looks, and charming personality, he'd find a better and talented rising-star the moment he chucks you out the front door.

so, you shake your head firmly.

“tell me, please.” he whispers.

you cross your arms, and look away.

“are you sick?”

you shake your head.

“somebody hurting you on set?”

again, you shake your head.

childe pauses, “...do you have feelings for someone else?”

“no!”

“then what is the damn problem?”

“nothing!” you exasperate, furrowing your brows together.

childe takes your reluctance as distrust and it ignites his irritation. do you not trust him? is he that insignificant to you? what are you hiding? hell, did you fall for the main lead of the show, zhongli? or do you not love him anymore? god, he can feel himself suffocate in resentment.

is he so unimportant that you'd prefer to keep the problem to yourself? it makes his blood boil; how he'd do anything for you, but you'd rather keep it to yourself and suffer alone.

“tell me.” childe scowls as he watches your lips quiver.

you keep your mouth firmly shut.

“fine, hold your tongue.” he sneers, “i understand. i really do, baby. it's not about the cameras, the flashing lights, the audience.”

childe brushes his lips against yours, “you wouldn’t kiss me like that in public, though, would you?” he releases his hold on your chin and his sharp eyes meet yours. “it’s only behind closed doors when you care to act like we’re each other’s.”

with a hooded jacket in one hand and a face mask in another, childe swiftly leaves the apartment with a slam of a door.

leaving you alone with your wretched thoughts.

more under the cut!

despite walking out the flat hours ago, childe still reverberates jealousy and anger; pure envy at how normal you act around everyone else yet, around him you're too guarded; and angry at himself for saying those awful words to your face.

he smacks his forehead on the steering wheel. childe acknowledges how childish he's been acting. you aren't ready to talk, and he shouldn't be forcing you to speak out your difficulties.

surely, the stress is piling up on you. he knows the hours you've been working on set, memorizing lines, practicing moves—again, he thumps his head on the wheel.

stupid, he curses. control your damn temper next time.

he reaches for the box of blueberry cheesecake on the front passenger seat. subconsciously, he drove two hours (and back) to the bakery's main branch as its side branches were sold out of your favorite cake. and he knows how much you love the pastry.

however, his body slouches in the parked car outside the apartment. the long drive works miracles with his anger, but the courage to actually walk inside and apologize never comes.

the ding of a text draws his attention. ‘go inside and beg for forgiveness, brat.’ yoimiya, a fellow actress from the same company as him, says. the woman is always in the loop and well-informed.

a shiver goes down his spine. if you told yoimiya about the argument, he's absolutely sure you're furious. you'd only speak to her as a last-ditch effort; knowing her personality she'd pummel him to bits while you watch.

as a result, he stands inside the apartment, one hand knocking on your bedroom door. however, instead of tasting blood, he hears your stifled sobs. the abrupt sound convinces him to turn the knob and enter the room.

the illumination from the hallway brightens the bedroom, shining a bit of light on your face. you lay on the bed with your knees to your chest, with a blanket over your waist. your reddened cheeks and tear-stained eyes makes his stomach churn.

“please don't cry, baby.” childe cooes, kneeling by your bedside. he leans over you, his fingers gently grip your cheeks. “i'm so sorry.”

the sudden apology sprouts pools from your eyes. his thumbs brush the water off your face and softly says, “i shouldn't have said—please, don't cry. it's my fault for taking my anger out on you.”

“i'm afraid of losing you,” you whimper. “if they find out—oh god—they'll tear me apart. i'm nothing compared to you. i'd lose everything. i might even lose you—”

“never, i will never leave you. no matter what happens,” childe interjects.

you furrow your brows, sobbing. “i'm no one—too difficult,” you hiccup. “you'll throw me away. i'm too whiny and too draining. if they find out... you'll see all the comments about how ugly—”

“breathe, baby.” he settles himself on your bed and softly places you on his lap. “you're gorgeous. you're not draining, and frankly, you're cute when you whine.”

you bury your face into his neck and continue, “i'm serious, childe. you'll get exhausted. the articles will talk about you too!”

“articles, mhm. they're just articles.” he hums.

irritation begins to set in. was he this clueless? you release another sob, “they're not just articles. they'll nitpick every single thing you do! oh—look at this newbie getting together with childe. oh, they suck at acting! why is childe even—”

childe gently places his palm on your neck, coaxing you to meet his gaze. “are you talking about the tabloid from last month?”

you sigh, “what else am i talking about?” and instantly you sense his laughter resonate. “are you laughing?”

“you're adorable, baby.” he breathes, nuzzling his face on your neck.

“you're making fun of me! what the hell, childe?”

he releases a sigh, pausing his laughter. “the tabloids every month. they're paid. companies pay them to talk about their idols for publicity.”

your face contorts into confusion, “who would willingly—they talked about lumine all month because of the article! you know she's my favorite actress. why would they willingly put her on the spotlight like that?”

“publicity, baby.”

you shake your head, “it makes no sense.”

“oh, it does.” childe hums. “of course, they'd seek permission first. it boosted views for her drama, didn't it? lumine did say she got extra for the views and switched apartments.”

“yeah, wait—you knew this whole time and didn't bother to tell me?”

he chuckles, “that's what you get for keeping these things to yourself for a month.” he squeezes the bridge of your nose.

“you're terrible.”

“love you too, baby.” he teases, “and besides, if a tabloid threatened to do something—” his thumb gently traces the skin around your neck. “—i'll keep you safe.”

a soft smile graces your features. “...i'm just not ready for anyone to find out. yet, anyway.”

childe hums, “we'll do it on your terms, okay? whenever you're ready.”

“sure, i guess you can keep me for a while longer. until you throw me away and find the next rookie to—”

childe's soft laughter sparks a flutter in your stomach. he would never do such a thing. the moment he first laid his eyes on you on set, heard your beautiful laugh between takes, listened to your jokes while practicing lines, and god, seen your angelic smile? the things he would do to keep you as his.

“never.” a cheeky grin appears on his lips, “i'll take care of you.”

bonus: five years later

your phone rings. the vibration continues on and off, signaling multiple inbox messages. you swipe your phone to see texts from several of your close friends.

‘i know you told me you were okay with it, but i didn't think he'd try to do it so soon. i tried but he's too hardheaded.’ says yoimiya.

‘congratulations! when's the wedding? i'm kidding. don't kill childe.’ says thoma, an actor from your same company.

‘sorrows, sorrows, prayers.’ says venti, your current co-star.

you even receive a message from childe himself.

‘good morning, baby. i'm completely fault-free. simply honoring your wishes as a devoted fiancé should.’

attached to a message was a link to a video entitled: please don't kill me honey.

you click the link.

the video's blurry, as if taken by a cellphone. you recognize thoma as the person videoing the whole scene, as he turns the camera to face him before focusing it on a woman—seemingly a fan of childe. she wears merch from his most recent drama.

a fan goes on stage chosen by a random lottery draw. the said fan wins the chance to interview childe, who was the guest of the day for talk show, and ask one question.

the girl hastily walks on stage, holding a microphone given by staff.

“um. hello, childe!”

the audience screams as the huge video screen focuses on your lover's face. he waves a quick ‘hello’ and the crowd yells louder.

the girl hesitates, “are you dating anyone right now?”

childe twists the microphone in his hands. “hm? right now... i'm not dating anyone.”

the crows sighs in relief, utterly happy their favorite leading actor continues to be single.

but you see the outline of a smirk flashing on his face, and you instantly know there's a deeper meaning to that sentence. “but, it's difficult to say... since we're not really dating as of the moment.”

quietly, you hear the voice of yoimiya whispering, “don't do it.” the camera now focusing on her, trying to get herself on stage. thoma flips the camera around to face it on himself, waving a hello, apparently enjoying the drama. he then focuses the camera on the wide screen, featuring childe's face.

to add mayhem into the mix, childe continues, “i don't think being engaged to your partner falls under dating. we're way past that.”

the interview ends with the audience screaming their lungs out in disbelief, while childe's laugh resonates the whole auditorium.

ayato, company director

“oh, them?” ayato's steady gaze meet yours, pressing his lips in a tight-lipped smile. “they're a friend of mine.”

friend. it echoes in your mind, repeating incessantly. friend. friend. friend.

dread creeps into the pit of your stomach akin to a quick flick of a lighter. after all this time, your stomach lurches. is that all he thinks of you?

god, you need a drink.

the businessmen before you smile, prompting you to return the favor. subsequently, you humbly introduce yourself as just an ‘actor in the industry’. and they laugh. of course they do.

who wouldn't know you? a multi award-winning movie and television star with piles of nominations. so modest, they say. so kind, they praise. you grin, the smile not reaching your eyes, thanking them for their compliments.

but you're so accustomed to their fake smiles, ingenuine flattery, and sweet talk; you never truly know what's actually honest and real—eyes flickering to your azure-haired partner—no, who's honest and real.

you swallow the thought down.

as if aware of the invisible daggers thrown his way, ayato's gaze meets yours. his lips are pressed firmly together, eyes devoid of warmth.

not now, his expression conveys.

you narrow your own eyes, irritation burning through your corneas. as much as you want to start an argument in front of his investors, you agree to his silent insistence. after all it's his gala; one he's tirelessly prepared for over several months.

so you bite your tongue and smile: one honed by years of acting—fake yet strangely genuine.

it's not strong enough. you say, sipping wine with shaky hands. earlier, you left ayato to his fellow businessmen using the excuse of needing a bathroom break, a reason to which he obliged.

you stare at the elaborate party before you, wishing you could go home. the gala swiftly dissolved your social battery, aided by forced mingling and bitterness. a friend, your consciousness repeats. always a friend. so you sit on a chair by the wall, sipping drinks like water.

suddenly, the hairs of your neck stand on end. you sense his presence behind you, prompting a glance through your peripheral vision.

“careful, darling.” ayato's says, tone smooth yet laced with warning. “i'd rather not have you collapsing. your lovely face wouldn't compliment these filthy floors.”

you tense immediately, shoulders stiffening. “reverting back to pet names, i see?”

ayato's hand now rests on your shoulder, his thumb brushing your soft skin. “what seems to be the issue? i doubt it's due to the eight glasses of wine you've consumed in one sitting.”

you roll your tongue in your mouth, practicing the words. let's break up. you bite your tongue. let's see other people. besides, he wouldn't care would he? it's not as if he's been acknowledging you as someone he's been dating, has he? hiding your relationship from his business partners is one thing, but concealing it from closest friends? his family? that's an entirely different matter altogether.

a friend, he says to his business partners.

a star from the company, he answers to his closest friends.

a companion, he whispers to his family.

you're sick and tired of it. all of it.

raising the wineglass to your lips, you drown the drink in one go. you raise two fingers signaling the waiter for another drink.

ayato sighs and you think you feel his hand on your neck tighten, ever so slightly. “you've reached your limit with wine, dear.”

soon, the waiter arrives with three more glasses on his tray. ayato's disapproving glare compels the waiter to scurry across the ballroom floor, steering clear of you.

you click your tongue and begin, “who says so?”

“your fiancé,” he mutters, voice dripping with venom.

you immediately scoff. “sure. for your sake, i'll pretend you mentioned that earlier.”

before ayato could retort, the presence of another individual calls his attention; his younger sister, ayaka.

“brother, the sangonomiya heir's requesting your presence.”

he sighs, irritation etching his features. yet, you blink, catching a subtle shift in his expression—seemingly twisting from annoyance to something resembling relief at the mention of sangonomiya's name.

you swallow the bitter thought.

“watch them for me, could you? i'd rather not have them find a server willing to disobey my instructions and serve them a drink,” ayato whispers, his tone betraying a hint of tension that doesn't go unnoticed.

ayaka nods. her consent prompts the older brother to depart, heading towards the misty rose-pink heir who stands at the opposite side of the ballroom.

ayaka says the inevitable, “you should let him know it bothers you.”

“...i'm not sure what you're referring to.”

her gaze follows yours, observing the giggling and cheerful countenances of the kamisato and sangonomiya heirs. they seem to be enjoying their time together. as always, you remark.

“they're just close friends, you know.”

you click your tongue. “like how him and i are just friends?”

ayaka sighs, understanding your implication. “you know what i mean.”

sangonomiya's hand on your partner's shoulder elicits an exasperated sigh from you. “thoma told me they were to be married if i wasn't here.”

“the man always running his mouth—” she takes a calming breath before continuing, “—but brother's very fond of you. i'm his sister, i should know.”

“then how come after dating him for five years, he still calls me his friend.” you pause, a hand sliding into the right pocket of your outfit. you absentmindedly play with the engagement ring inside. “i'm his fiancé, aren't i?”

“he has his reasons. petty reasons.”

you bite your tongue. or he's embarrassed of you.

you met the kamisato company heir two years after your debut as an idol. as you shifted towards acting, you developed a close relationship with his sister, a seasoned actress from the same company. eventually, she became the bridge that strengthened the bond between the two of you.

you dedicated yourself nonstop, evolving from a rookie actor to a multiple-nominee and winning star; all in the pursuit of being able to openly show off your relationship with ayato without it tarnishing your reputation.

however, when you're prepared to finally reveal your relationship, he isn't.

and it leaves you wondering, is there someone else?

you mean, you're hesitant to doubt the love of your life. but considering he's kept your relationship a secret from everyone for years, it's obvious he's adept at keeping things hidden.

even from you.

and the thought sours your mood.

excusing yourself once more to use the restroom, using the premise of consuming ten glasses of wine, you bid adieu to your favorite kamisato (at the moment). you instead head towards a secluded balcony away from prying eyes.

you stare at the garden below. your eyes quickly blink back the tears threatening to fall. not now, you hiss. don't do this to me, not right now.

“i assumed you would have retreated to your room by this point.” his voice murmurs, unnervingly composed.

you turn around to see your partner holding a glass of wine. his features remain blank, inscrutable.

maybe it's because of all the wine you've been drinking. you can't seem to tell between what's real or not.

“what did you discuss with kokomi?”

“i wasn't aware you were both on a first name basis.”

“answer the question.”

he smiles, “business as always.”

you huff and wrap your hands around your arms. “of course. just business.”

ayato immediately picks up the anger in your tone. he lays his palm on your forearm, gently pulling you towards him. “look at me,” he pleads, with a subtle trace of irritation in his voice.

you turn to look at his face, eyes glaring.

“i felt your glares the entire night.” he begins.

you shrug, smiling innocently. “...what ever do you mean?”

“don't toy with me, darling.”

as he enunciates his answer, it's as if the final thread of your patience snaps. does he still continue to feign innocence and lie to your face?

last month he proposed and you were overjoyed. you then expected a shift in your relationship; the final unveiling of your engagement to the public. you gave him your permission, a definitive “i'm ready for everyone to know.”

yet thirty days later the engagement remains concealed leaving only a few of his friends (thoma) and a few family members (ayaka) knowing about your updated relationship.

if it was the ayato from two years ago, he would be delighted—ecstatic even—to reveal the truth. he might have used the gala today as an avenue to scream to the world, this person and i are in love.

but he didn't.

so the weight of your feelings began to drag you down; it almost feels suffocating in a way. as if a ribbon labeled, he's ashamed, tightly winds around your insides, intricately tying them all together into a sophisticated bow sowing distrust whispering; he's hiding something.

your suspicions, coupled with his frequent visits this month to the sangonomiya estate, fueled your frustration until it erupted. if only he ceased pretending innocent, perhaps you would able to smile through the whole facade.

if only he didn't ask.

“i'm not naive. if you developed feelings for kokomi then you shouldn't have proposed.” you snap. “was it out of pity? did you feel so damn guilty that you chose to go through with the engagement instead of being honest about your feelings?”

ayato furrows his brows, mouth tightening in anger. “what are you talking about? i discuss private affairs with kokomi. business affairs.”

you laugh; one infused with irritation and disbelief. “don't tell me then. keep your stupid secrets.”

“do you want me to jot down a damn list detailing every single thing i do in a day?” he growls. “i won't divulge company secrets just because you feel like throwing a tantrum.”

your hands drift to the tie around his neck, tugging the crooked tie straight. “no. go ahead and keep your secrets.” you pause and roll the words with your tongue, “you're clearly very good at keeping secrets. you’ve kept me—us—as a secret for so long, so of course you’d be good at keeping fucking secrets.”

anger flares across his face. “you desired our relationship to remain a secret, and i respected your wishes.” he sneers, “i wanted to let the damn world know how much i'm in love with you yet, it was the opposite of what you desired.”

ayato releases his grip on you and strides back into the ballroom, but he halts right at the door to the balcony. “so don't dictate when i should reveal the truth simply because you've grown sick and tired of keeping me as your dirty, little secret.”

he finally departs; and you stay, tears pooling, with a profound ache in your heart.

ayato waltzes around the room in a nonchalant dance; yes, good to see you. he lies. how's business? he couldn't care less. enjoy the party! no, he wants everyone in the damn room to feel his wrath.

although he yearns to set the entire ballroom ablaze, ending the party prematurely would be ill-manned of him. so, ayato continues being a gracious and honorable host.

but he feels hollow. he envisions himself freezing the entire room in an icy gust, everyone turning into statues. he wants to sprint back into your arms and plead for you to listen.

he doesn't understand what came over him. why he lost his temper like that. typically, he'd manage your outbursts with composure and understanding. what happened? he doesn't know.

he attributes his outburst to the mounting pressure. the chronic lack of sleep and continuous exhaustion coming from his title as heir. perhaps it's the truth gnawing his skin; despite his powerful position atop the company, it can easily be ripped away with the flick of a wrist.

instead of spending time with his fiancé—he doesn't know if he still deserves to call you that, you probably threw away his ring the second he left the balcony—yet here he is, engaged in conversations with business associates he cares little about.

“brother?” ayaka calls. she finds him leaning against a railing of stairs. “i closed off the gardens.”

ayato swallows. he last saw you sneaking towards the grounds. “they're still on the grass?”

“yes.”

“they'll catch a cold.”

“they will.”

he glances at his sister. “they think i'm unfaithful.”

“i know,” she says matter-of-factly. “have you offered them any evidence to convince them otherwise?”

ayato stays silent.

“i know you care about them, brother.” ayaka sighs, “however, surprising them with a specially crafted ring and being petty when your entire relationship is at stake may not be the wisest move.”

he sighs.

“most especially if they suspect that your frequent visits to the sangonomiya manor are fueled by romantic feelings for its heiress, and not for their own wedding ring.”

after a while, ayato spots you lying on the grass in a starfish formation, having finally swallowed his pride. his eyes glaze over your features: red eyes, cheeks marked with tear stains, and an exhausted expression.

“can we talk?” he begins.

you spare a quick glance before turning your attention back to the night sky. “there's not much to talk about.”

“i'm not cheating,” he asserts.

“i know.”

“do you know, or have you resigned yourself to not knowing?”

“hm,” you hum. “a part of me entertains the thought of you cheating. yet an even smaller part absolutely knows that if you were truly cheating, you'd be more discreet. who, in their right mind, would inform thoma that you visited her manor?”

he chuckles, a laughter-less sound escapes him. “i understand i've been secretive. you have every right to assume i'm up to something indecent. but i have my reasons.” ayato confesses, kneeling beside your body. he places his hand inside his suit pocket, pulling up a black small box.

you instantly sit up. “you're horrible,” you cough, eyes widening as he opens the box to show a ring. “this entire time you were—god.”

“i placed a special order,” he mumbles. “i visited each day to ensure it was flawless, right down to the smallest details.”

“i'm so sorry.”

“don't be, love.” he breathes, “you had your reasons, and i was insistent on keeping it a surprise.”

relief floods your features. “good,” you whisper before tears well in your eyes.

the sound of your sobs breaks his heart. he immediately wraps his arms around you, brushing his lips on your cheeks.

“i'm sorry, darling,” he murmurs, kissing the skin above your brow. “i'm sorry for worrying you.”

“goddamn sadistic,” you sob. “you knew i was freaking out, but you just watched!”

he grins, “i have to admit, you look cute when you're jealous.”

a groan escapes you. “don't make me throw away both rings.”

“is that so? i should've ordered twenty spares.”

“no.” you scold.

“oh? look at my darling, so jealous,” he smirks, nuzzling his face into your neck. you then feel his lips press into a straight line. “you're not something i would ever try to hide. i would never be ashamed of our relationship.”

you laugh, “prove it.”

your smile faces seeing the smirk on his face. in that exact moment, you know that kamisato ayato, the preposterous god in human flesh, plans to do something grand and explosive to prove you otherwise.

“do not.” you begin, “we've talked about this. you cannot—you absolutely will not bribe the government to declare our wedding date as a national holiday!”

bonus: ten minutes before the clash

“is it getting warm in here, or am i sensing the intense gaze of your loving fiancé on me?” kokomi laughs, sipping a glass of champagne.

ayato takes a peek, and he chuckles upon seeing your irritated and jealous expression. “they certainly are.”

“please do not involve me in your lovers' quarrels. everyone knows we're just close friends.”

“they do.”

“have you told them?”

“...it may have slipped past my mind.”

kokomi shakes her head. “sadistic.” she slips a black box into his palm. “clear it up. i do not want to be murdered by your future partner.”

ayato glances at you from across the room as you engage a conversation with his sister. “mhm, i could, but their jealous expression is too endearing.”

“sadistic,” she repeats. “absolutely sadistic.”

he chuckles.

“also, kazuha mentioned that you've been referring to them as your companion. correct that.” she continues, “and stop calling them your friend!”

“they asked me to when we started dating.”

she rolls her eyes. “you're so petty. stop trying to provoke them!”

“anyways, everyone knows we're engaged,” he corrects. “their whining face is the cutest.”

“sadistic.”

“kokomi?”

she tilts her head and hums, “yes?”

“ever wondered how much it costs to propose a national holiday?”

author’s note: lmao. so in this modern au ayato actually succeeds in turning your wedding date into a national holiday. the government actually appreciates his donation because a.) they always accept goodwilled (lmao) funds and b.) ayato's an important pillar to the gov and they don't want to upset him 'cause petty rich boy tantrums tilt the economy (how sadistic).

so, ayato's the heir of the company where you are employed at as an idol turned actor/actress. kokomi is the heiress to a big jewelry corporation. lmao they were both engaged together when they were like five but they instantly broke it off because well, they both threw five year old tantrums.

plus thoma telling you that they were to be engaged was just a fact he blurted out when you asked about kokomi (he manages to omit the five-year-old part because he's careless + he didn't think it matters because anyone can tell ayato's intensely in love with you)

#genshin x you #genshin x reader #genshin impact x gender neutral reader #genshin imagines #genshin impact x reader #tartaglia x reader #childe x you #childe x reader #ayato x reader #kamisato ayato x reader #ayato x you #genshin x gender neutral reader #genshin headcannons #genshin angst #genshin hurt/comfort #kamisato ayato #childe #tartaglia x you

[ever-4sunlight]

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 (𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏)

Includes: dottore, pantalone, childe, arlecchino

warnings: Sexuallity headcannons (my own opinion) and very bad English, mention of yandere actions in arlecchinos part

pronouns: none

1/2

𝑫𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒆

He is... Lets just say a little weird but talks much he will tell you about who he experimented on all night long you wont be able to sleep

If he is tired he gets annoyed easily so dont talk much when hes not in the mood

hes a smart person why should he do what you say? He will command you around

He will 'accidentally' test some of his syringes on you when your sleeping

He wont have much time to spend with you he has to work on his experiments! Nothing is more important then his job

If your to lonely he will send on of his clones to cuddle with you while he can work without feeling bad for not spending time with you

He is totally against kids why should he raise some idiots that will be disrespectful when they grow up?

Im pretty sure that when he ever has free time he wont tell you how much he loves you but will show you how much he loves you

If he hugs you his hands will be placed on your waist if he has time to touch you he will touch you

He will give you everything you want (no child) not personally of course he has to work so a clone will do that for him

possible Sexuallity: confusing me as much as kazuha. _.

His love language is probably: physical touch

𝑷𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆

Hes tthe richest harbinger of all he will get you whatever you want it doesn't matter how much it costs everything for his love

He is working must of the time so he will send you little gifts

If he ever has free time he will probably go out with you doing whatever you want shopping or going to a restaurant he doesn't care he will go there with you

He would probably buy you a kitty or a puppy against the boredom when hes working

Buy you every type of clothing you want it doesn't matter to him how much it costs he has the big money

Hes not completely against kids but he's working to much to help you raising them and giving up his job is no option so think about it

He wont have much time to spend with you but he will feel bad leaving you alone all the time

As long as your safe everything is alright so he doesn't have to worry

If he comes back from work he will always have a gift for you and the hours you've waited

If he hugs your he wil lay you on his chest and just stroke your hair talking until you sleep

Possible Sexuallity: bi sexual

His love language is probably: gifts and words of affirmation

𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒆/𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒂

Here we go with our all loved ed sheeran also known as tartaglia he is joking around like a little kid he loves you more then everything in this world

He is definitely not the smartest of the harbingers after all he is the 11th fatui harbinger the weakest and the dumbest? Im not calling him dumb im just not calling him smart

He is a harbinger he has practically no time like the other ones T-T

But i swear to you if he has a free day he will attack you with affection cuddling you for hours and telling you how much he loves you not letting go until he has to work again

If none of his fellow harbingers are near he will talk about his brother and his sister while holding you in his arms

He will hold you by your waist having his chin on your shoulder whispering into your ear how much he loves you

He will Probably never tell you what things he has done because hes scared that you will hate him for the bad things hes done

He wants kids! 100% he just wants to see mini versions of you running around (if your male just adopted or just think in omega verse:D)

His sexuallity is probably: im not sure... Bi or pan?

His love language is probably: physical touch and gifts

𝑨𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒐

There wwe go with or harbinger mommy shes not only sexy but overall just the perfect definition of toxic<3 but we still love her and she loves you too!

She's VERY possessive and if i say VERY I MEAN VERY she gets jealous by having you just talk to someone else thats not her your hers after all

Shes cold... Not only are her hands cold but shes just someone who barely shows emotions but no worries! She still loves you

If she comes home its late and your probably already asleep but she just cant help but lean your head against her chest when she lays down beside you she just wants to have her lover close!

If you disobey her your probably getting locked into your room to keep you away fron the 'danger' outside

The only person she trusts you with is herself obviously shes the one she can trust the most shes a father! She knows what she's doing

When ttalking about kids shes neutral... Just keep the screaming thing away... But at the same time its hers and it needs protection and care

Shes not talkative so dont annoy her to much!

Her sexuallity is probably: i would actually say shes a lesbian._. But for the more judgmental audience i say bi

Her love language is probably: acts of service

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[aeferkssr]

MESSAGES ON MY PHONE

what's it like being in a relationship with childe and xiao? here's some smau texts with both as ur lovers

established relationship. smau. cussing. sexual inuendos. overthinking (??). rich childe lol. use of childe's real name.

masterlist.

TARTAGLIA

XIAO

© aeferkssr. taru pfp. xiao pfp.

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[opultea]

Nuzzling Headcannons

Genshin men that love nuzzling into you - Gender Neutral Reader (No Pronouns) - SFW - Romantic or Platonic - Fluff but Crack Vibes

ft. Gorou, Razor, Childe, Wanderer, Venti

Note: This came to me in the middle of the night so here we go (If you're reading this in the middle of the night: go to sleep, be better than me)

Gorou

Literally his dog boy tendencies shine through like no other time than when he’s in your arms in a private space

His tail is swinging freely as he’s laying with you, his head in the crook of your neck

He’s already going to be nuzzling his nose onto your skin, his ears tickling your jaw

But if you kiss the top of his head: you have activated full nuzzle mode

He just buried himself into your neck, taking in your sweet scent and loving how you feel

His tail is now moving a mile a minute

Gorou usually hates showing his more canine qualities, since he thinks everyone will see him as a dog first and not as a serious person

But with you, he's comfortable enough to indulge in his dog instincts (call him a good boy he'll melt I swear)

Good job you officially puppyfied the dog boy

Razor

When Razor cuddles up to you, he always starts slow

No matter how many times you’ve done it he’s comes in as if it’s his first hug ever

But it only takes 5 seconds of cuddling to get him to hold your waist as if it’s his lifeline

He LOVES how you smell and will comment on it constantly

*sniff* “You smell… like how I feel, warm and tingly. Is good.”

Brings his face to yours so you can nuzzle your noses together

It’s such an intimate form of affection for him, he’s watched the wolf parents do it since he was a child

And now he has someone of his own to do it with too :)

Doesn’t want to let you go. You will have to warn him several minutes in advance.

Even then you'll end up staying in the same position for another ten minutes

He just wants to stay with you~

Childe

You cannot tell me this man is not an insane cuddle bug

As soon as he gets home from a mission he fully flops on top of you and will not move until you have filled his affection quota (he’s been away a while so prepare to be there for several hours)

Will big spoon, will little spoon (spoon switch)

Likes to nuzzle his face into your hair, he just finds it so calming

Loves when you do it back to him, he’s proud of how fluffy he keeps his hair (just for you to nuzzle into)

Also likes to nuzzle up into your back when you're standing at the bench, cooking or making tea or coffee

No matter your height difference he will bend as far as he needs to get his face between your shoulder blades, hands on your hips, trying to bug you into holding him

Wanderer

Will not admit to wanting to nuzzle and will CERTAINLY never use the word ‘nuzzle’ in any situation ever.

His way of initiating cuddling is by bonking you on the head and leaving the room as if you would know what that meant

But once you are eventually cuddling, he’ll dare to show a little affection

Scarameow is real, he wants so badly to be held but will hiss if you try to touch him randomly

You learn to let him come to you, while being clear about wanting to hug him

When he’s finally in your arms, his heart will expand with so much love for you, he couldn’t ever explain how much he feels for you. He never imagined being able to feel this much for a person

So he tries to show it, by slowly and quietly rubbing his reddening face into your neck to hide

Wants to make sure you know how much you mean to him but is so scared to actually say it aloud

Please tell him you love him :(

Venti

Literally all over you

Nuzzles like he’s a cat and you’re his catnip, your soft skin gets him feeling all the right ways

Does it EVERYWHERE too

Face in your neck at the tavern, nuzzling your cheek by Windrise, holds your arm and nuzzles your shoulder when in line at Good Hunter

No shame, only cuddles

But Venti’s favourite place to nuzzle? Your chest

He adores laying on top of you and pressing his entire face into your chest as if he’s trying to squish his whole being into your heart

Which he is <3

Pet his hair while he does it he’ll swoon

"My my Windblume, you're softer every time you hold me"

"Stop trying to flatter me into doing this more"

"Ehe~"

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #headcannons #genshin headcanons #gorou x reader #razor x reader #gn reader #no pronouns #sfw #x reader #fluff #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #wanderer x reader #scaramouche x reader #venti x reader #crack

[makuzume]

Genshin HCs on how they text their s/o?

Genshin Men Texting their s/o Headcannons (Part 1)

Characters: Neuvilette, Itto, Childe, Ayato

Content: GN! reader; Genshin AU; established relationship; slightly suggestive (Ayato only)

[Masterlist] [Part 2]

💙Neuvilette💙

He has a very formal way of texting: well structured, complete with commas, semi-colomns, dashes, and quotation marks. It's not that he doesn't feel close with you to speak more casually, it's just that it's his natural way of speaking/texting (he already thought he was using casual texting).

Apologizes a lot if you comment on his manner of texting and might try to make it a bit more 'casual,' though it felt too off when he tried it, so you asked him to just text what he's comfortable with.

Sometimes asks you the slang terms used in the newer generation. "Dear, what does sjfskflak stand for? You mentioned that yesterday and I could not find the definition for it." Or even "Dear, what is U.W.U.? Is that some organization from Sumeru? It sounds quite familiar."

He will react to the Reels/TikToks you send him, though he says he will get back to it later on his free time (he always remembers).

There are times when he completely gets drowned in his worked and hasn't said goodnight to you or view your texts the whole night (He apologizes the next day.) Though his instinct is to always greet you good morning once he sees the sun peeking through his window, it's a reminder for him, and he never missed a day to say "Good morning, my dearest. Did you sleep well last night?"

💛Arataki Itto💛

Reading his texts feel loud and lively, it's chaotic- a lot of times he uses uppercase letters, stickers, GIFs, and emojis to express his emotions even further. It's like you can really hear his voice when he texts.

Replies with silly stickers and meme reactions when he's either reading your messages or when he talks about something.

Will literally send his entire IG/Tiktok feed of memes or cool stuff to you.

Typos and wrong spellings all the time.

Itto will update you constantly, he'll send practically everything that reminds him of you "this beetle has ur vibe idk y" or anything mildly interesting that he's doing because you're also his bff got slushies but soem brat ran into me snd spillde it"

Expect constant facetiming for him to show you random stuff, tell a story that just happened, if he's bored, when he's walking through a dark alley and is secretly scared, or if he feels lonely while taking a dump for too long. He's also the type to make silly faces or poses when you accept his call.

He always finds a way to make the most mundane things sound like such s story to tell.

When he feels that your mood isn't vivbing that day, he will always try to lighten the mood through memes or tell you to "lay it on me, my campadre" and do whatever he can think of to cheer you up when he makes a surprise visit (comes over that night with your favorite snack, holding a flower in his mouth, and giving you a rizzed up look to make you smile)

You change his name too frequently it gets confusing sometimes (recent names: beetle dude, Gordon Ramslay, Deoderant, CheesePuff, Guy from McDonalds)

🧡Childe/Tartaglia🧡

There could only exist one: He's either incredibly busy from work and unresponsive for hours/days or he suspiciously has too much free time to be replying a little too quickly to your messages. (He lets you know beforehand if he will be inactive for a while)

Loves using every cute, funny, sweet pet name when texting you. His personal favorite is either babe or one of the many funny ones he can think of like sweet thang, boss, nerd, etc. (if that doesn't offend you)

When he does respond after being gone for days- Childe will send the most random, out of context photos of what he's been up to recently, out of no where (Photo of him on the top of a skyscraper antena, inside a submarine, Mt. Everest, an illegal substance den-) Often this is because this is where his work usually takes him and at the very moment he was done with work he figured he'd text you.

Sends screenshots from chats with his siblings or send photos about his family, talks about them A LOT.

Happy to open his phone and see your messages and see the links you sent, he's just excited to talk to you. He will go "US", "lmaoo", or "FR" and if you send a nice place from a reel/tiktok, he will book a reservation right away to surprise you that week.

INSTANTLY replies the moment he gets a notification from you even if he's at work. (except during those long, complicated missions where he says he will be inactive) you were confused one time where he would view your message, leave you on read for a minute, and reply (you found out later that he was in the middle of beating up some people in their headquarters who owed them money)

💜Ayato💜

Calls you sweetheart, darling, my love, and every other affectionate name. He isn't shy to say anything to you through texts. He's sweet and lets you know exactly how he feels.

Loves teasing you in a subtle, flirty way in his texts, it his way of showing his attraction and affection towards you. Sometimes, he does this during a time when you're outside or if you're out with another guy just to make sure you're reminded that only he knows how to make you blush. Imagining your reactions also amuses him (he knows exactly what to say to make you flusterred and embarassed)

Sends photos of things Ayaka made and things Ayaka she did recently because he acts like a proud grandfather when it comes to her.

Asks you to send photos of yourself when he feels particularly clingy or misses you

There are days he forgets to reply the entire day/night because of his insane workload- but remembers you the next day when he wakes up and realizes 'no wonder my day felt incomplete yesterday': He didn't get to talk to his sweet beloved.

Sometimes texts can get a little more flirty and turn a bit spicy

You get texts from him asking you to check your door (he sends you food and flowers to spoil you and make you smile).

[note: I'm no Itto simp but fave one I made was his]

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[suicide-with-dazai]

POV: you ask them to sign a contract

genshin signature hcs ???

including dialogue for some characters .

(it gets a little silly)

Scaramouche:

"whats it for ? oh . pen ?"

Venti:

"of course i will~! ehe~ there ya go" (i imagine his signature is cunty asf LMFAO)

Heizou:

"yeah~ of course i can *winks* may i use your pen, traveller~?" (he puts a little heart :'( i love him )

Kazuha:

"id be happy to..."

Xiao:

"hm ? oh , of course ....... there."

Diluc:

"yeah , you got a pen ? thank you traveller . " *smiles*

Kaeya:

*nods* "oh , you like my signature , huh ? thanks" *blushes*

Zhongli:

*literally busts a nut because he loves contracts so much idk* "contract-kun~"

Tartaglia:

"hey girlie , hold still while i sign this" LMFAO

Tighnari:

"yeah just hold on.... there we go" *smiles*

why do i find this fun . lmk if you want more ;)

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact hcs #headcannons #genshin headcannons #scaramouche #venti #xiao #heizou #kazuha #zhongli #tartaglia #childe #wanderer #fluff #genshin fluff #tighnari #kaeya #diluc #hcs #my hcs

[mermaidfanficlibrary]

Hi :) since you said requests might take longer feel free to take your time with this!!

Can you write something with Childe with a teen!brother!reader (obviously platonic) who’s more on the ‘rebel’ side? ‘Rebel’ as in he always tries to pull dangerous stuff and never really seem to care about the scars or how much trouble he gets in?

I usually see platonic stuff of Childe with a more shy reader, so I think this could be a nice twist :D thank you!!!!

Rowdy and Rebelious | Platonic Childe headcannons x Rebel Teen brother reader

Characters: Childe

Summary: As much as a rebel you are, your brother will forever worry about you

Warnings: Just pure fluff

ʚ⁺˖↪ You were the more of the rebelious child in your family, and your mother would constantly worry about you. Your older siblings would also worry but became easily annoyed with your shenanigans. Your younger siblings thought of you sort of like a superhero!

ʚ⁺˖↪ The one you would mess with the most though is your older brother Tartaglia, or better known as Childe. The time you went with Teucer to find him was surely something to say the least. He was glad that Teucer came with someone sort of capable of protecting him, but also worried about your safety.

ʚ⁺˖↪ You sometimes visit him on his travels on your own, and you always greet him with a bruise or some sort of injury. It scares him so much, and looks like he's about to murder someone.

ʚ⁺˖↪ Scolds you so much when he is bandaging you up or putting ice on a bruise. If it's a more serious injury, then he will make you stay in one place, so you can heal.

ʚ⁺˖↪ When exploring with you, he literally has to hold you back. Like, he has to hold you down with a hug, so you don't fight some random people. You're just flailing in his arms. He uses this as an excuse to say you're not ready for exploring.

"If you manage to get out, then I'll let you explore with me."

ʚ⁺˖↪ This is now a challenge to you and you try so many times. You fail though, and it leaves Childe smugly laughing while saying 'I told you so' or something along those lines.

ʚ⁺˖↪ Tries to set rules with you, like don't get into a serious battle without him there, don't steal his weapon, and don't pick fights with the fatui. But you, being rebellious, you do not listen. In fact, you do all three at the same time… On multiple occasions.

ʚ⁺˖↪ He had to bail you out of almost dying a few times during those times. He just picks you up, sets you off to the side and finishes your fight.

ʚ⁺˖↪ When he does catch you being a chaotic little gremlin, Childe will just watch until he knows you can't handle it. Once he sees you either losing or getting really fucked up, he steps in and gets you out in a second.

ʚ⁺˖↪ It's another competition you two have. It's to see how fast Childe needs to get involved and how long you last before he needs to get involved.

ʚ⁺˖↪ It's a tie right now, with 77 on both sides. It's kind of astonishing to be honest. And you both make sure to keep track of the score, with slight alterations to the score.

"Last time I checked, little bro, I had 78."

"No, you dumbass, I had 78!"

ʚ⁺˖↪ You both insult each other so much, it's kind of funny. The insults get worse and make less sense as time goes on.

ʚ⁺˖↪ Childe also likes to fake being hurt by your insults. You call him out on his bullshit, though, especially when he does it in front of people that he knows.

ʚ⁺˖↪ Does a full dramatic pose and pretends to faint. You just catch him and roll your eyes as you just throw insult after insult at him.

"Oh, you wound me, my dearest brother!"

"Oh come on, I know you're just being stupid"

ʚ⁺˖↪ You do care about Childe though, like immensely. That's sort of why you're so rebellious. You're trying to prove to him that he doesn't need to worry about you and that you're capable of being able to care for yourself and him.

ʚ⁺˖↪ If Childe does get wounded in a battle, then you take over until the threat is gone. You rush over to his side and bandage him up. You both sort of tease each other about it, but you do it more so because you're anxious.

ʚ⁺˖↪ Childe does and has learned self-control, just so you can see that you don't have to fight all the time or be intimidating. He genuinely tries to be a good role model to you, and he tries to teach you as best he can.

ʚ⁺˖↪ You just call him stupid, though, but you understand what he's trying to do. You appreciate him for that, and sometimes you get Childe a gift of some sort to show your gratitude.

ʚ⁺˖↪ If you two are playing games, the both of you are cheating. And once one of you realize the other is cheating, it becomes a rough housing play fight.

"You cheated! Now you have to pay!"

"You cheated too! Why do I have to pay if you're not going to, you hypocrite!"

ʚ⁺˖↪ When you leave after traveling to visit him, he gives you an hour-long lecture on what not to do and what to do. He also demands that you write him as soon as you can. Of course, you don't do any of these things, except you do write him a letter.

ʚ⁺˖↪ You're just the rebellious gremlin of the family and occasionally give Childe many near heart attack moments with how often you feel the urge to be violent and take on Celestia

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[harmonysanreads]

Hello!! May i request a very very shy reader that plays piano and sings? They've never played piano infront of anyone but like one day childe accidently heard them play a song dedicated to him?

Hii! Childe is having a field day teasing this reader lol

If Childe could, he would spend all mora stocked in Northland Bank to buy your reactions — how dare you be so cute?

Though, I think there would need to be some sort of a spark despite your shyness to hold Childe's attention for a long time, perhaps his prolonged probing finally makes you throw one or two blunt comments his way? You're quick to retreat and apologize in the same meek tone as before, don't think you'll be able to run away without hearing his boisterous laugh and an affectionate squeeze to the cheek.

Childe has already heard you sing sneakily multiple times but he hasn't uttered a single word about it to anyone, neither does he plan to. However, a song dedicated to him? It takes every fibre in his body to not leap from his hiding spot and give you a bone crushing hug.

Sure, he doesn't understand the exact contents but hey, he heard his name quite a few times! Must be something nice, right? (Little does he know you're actually cursing him in Fontaine's language.)

He reveals this by humming the tune to you one day and now you're sent spiraling ; does he know you're calling him names? Is he angry? Is he going to ruin your life?

Childe merely interprets your stunned face as fluster. (Save him.)

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[scaranation]

༊*·˚ 𝐃𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌

ft. Tartaglia, Kaveh, Kaeya, Capitano

Content: Fluff, Modern AU

A/N: Kind of a filler post while I work on more requests, I promise I’ll have more full length fics ready soon 😭❤️

You had seen a social experiment online in which people pretended to be homeless to test whether or not their loved ones would recognise them. The same question occurred to you, and so you posed on the street your lover frequented to anticipate their reaction.

TARTAGLIA

He’d probably pass by you on the way home from Northland Bank, with you watching amusedly as he cheerfully walked down the street - murmuring happily to himself about something to do with you.

He’d do a quick double take upon seeing you, before immediately being flooded with concern. He had many enemies, and his mind instantly jumped to irrationality. As the eleventh harbinger would crouch down to be eye level with you, you’d almost feel bad at the worried expression consuming his features.

Once you assured Tartaglia that you were fine (albeit a little cold from waiting) and that it was simply a prank, he’d be more than happy to join you in sitting on the pavement - head resting in the crook of your neck as he pointed out shapes in the clouds smattered across the growing sunset.

As the two of you prepared to head home, seriousness would settle upon Tartaglia’s face again as he pulls you to him, muttering that you should never scare him like that again.

KAVEH

Kaveh was no stranger to homelessness. In fact, prior to meeting Alhaitham, he’d simply lived a nomadic lifestyle, claiming that it strengthened his artistic character.

And so, the man would likely spare a coin or two from his money-starved wallet to any homeless person regardless of their identity. Upon recognising your face however, Kaveh would stumble back in surprise before teasing you for ending up in the same state he’d been in.

You decided to drag on the act a little - after all, having a partner like Kaveh practically demanded theatrics - and Kaveh would be the type to catch on and also act his part. Pedestrians would stop and look at the two of you in confusion as you dramatically carved out a scenario in which your rich parents had disapproved of your relationship, forcing you to the streets. By the time Kaveh had finished a soulful monologue, you two could barely choke out words through fits of laughter.

Kaveh would then sit beside you and draw you into him, breaking the act for a moment to question why you’d chosen to be in this situation. You’d respond nonchalantly, before noticing the time and returning to your (admittedly existent) home.

KAEYA

This man wouldn’t spare a second glance at you on his way back from the winery, already having caught onto your antics ages ago. He’d simply walk exaggeratedly slowly past where you were sat on the street, smirking slightly as he saw your face grow confused at the lack of a reaction.

You’d watch him pass by in shock before he jokingly turned back and engulfed you in a hug, chuckling as you pouted. If you thought you could fool this man, you definitely thought wrong - your sneaky demeanour in the morning had been enough of an indicator as to your plans for the evening.

Kaeya would be the type to help you up quickly, however - sitting on the streets was not a pleasant memory of his - and entreat you to dinner at a nearby place instead. When you’d asked him how he’d have reacted if he believed you were homeless, he’d just shrug and proclaim he’d never be fooled.

On the inside however, Kaeya knew that if anything happened to you, he’d only blame himself. And so, his hand unwittingly tightened on yours for the remainder of your meal together - a silent gesture of reassurance for himself.

CAPITANO

The man is notorious for showing little care for others, his brusque nature rendering him a distant and emotionless figure. However, when it came to you, his instincts would immediately pick up on your hunched form on the side of the street.

Capitano is certainly not one to joke around, and so he was dead serious when he dropped to his knees before you to check if you were alright - gloved hands gently holding your wrists in a delicate display juxtaposing the brutal manner of the job he’d just been doing as a harbinger.

You’d be unable to contain your giggles, only feeling your smile widen as Capitano’s head lifted in confusion. His mind immediately jumped to the conclusion that you’d gone into shock, and he leaned in closer to study your expression.

After you explained it was a joke to the very confused (and concerned) harbinger, he’d only let out an exasperated sigh before gathering you into his arms, insisting that he was apologetic for keeping you waiting for so long. As you laid your head on his chest, you could hear the thud of his heart racing despite his attempts to play it off - allowing yourself a small smile at his protectiveness.

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[autumnpens]

What if Childe constantly pesters (light-heartedly) to his S/O that doesn't fight as much as him to spar with him a lot, they eventually agree to do so and things were going well! ..Until somehow they managed to beat him. I dont think I've seen any imagines of Childe losing against a spar//fight to reader so this might be neat!

✧ "can i spar you?" ✧

Characters ◦ Childe/Tartaglia

Warnings ◦ none, whiney Tart

Thoughts ◦ this was super fun to write! thank you anon for the ask! <3

Words ◦ 628

“babe, can we spar?”

“come on, let’s spar already!”

“fight me?”

this was the question you had been pestered with ever since you had gotten close to the redhead at your side, Childe. though aggravating, it made sense, given he was a Harbinger of the Fatui. still, your boyfriend’s tenacity was.. irritating, to put it bluntly.

“милая, please?” upon hearing the plead in his voice, along with a nickname of his native tongue, your resolve had broken.

“fine, one fight. that’s all you get, though.”

“deal.”

cut to the Golden House, his preferred sparring grounds. you adjusted your gloves, and the blade of your polearm glinted in the dim light, reflecting your surroundings.

“don’t go easy on me, ‘kay?” Childe joked, readying his bow.

“yeah-huh.” you scoffed, circling your partner.

Childe had a knack for speed, but his battle prowess was something you had only witnessed from afar. he darted from place to place, keeping considerable distance between the two of you. it was disorienting, to say the least. following the familiar figure was something you had grown accustomed to in crowded areas like the Harbor, but this was much easier, despite the use of his vision creating distractions. the most you could do was dodge his arrows, hurling through the air in deadly arcs. you were used to projectiles, but this was something far more intensive than hillichurl arrows. they were your only frame of reference for this type of thing, as dating a Harbinger practically granted you immunity from the Fatui across Teyvat.

you knew Childe was purposefully missing you, but the arrows came too close to your skin for comfort. gripping your staff, you rushed forward, aiming to sweep his feet. he was far too agile for your out-of-practice attempts, though, and launched himself behind you, grabbing your shoulder and knocking your weapon out of your hand, sending it scathing across the floor in a singular motion. you heard the water of his blades condense into form behind you, and the knowledge of the water at your neck sent a shiver down your spine. you let out a heavy sigh. “fine.”

as soon as the word left your mouth, you were pulled into the air bridal-style, a pout appearing on your boyfriend’s face. “that wasn’t hard, though,” he whined, strolling across the room to retrieve your staff.

“yeah, well, it’s not like I have much to train against with you around.” Childe’s brows furrowed at the comment.

“that’s a good thing, right?”

“yes, fish boy, that’s good.” you smiled, looping an arm around his neck. your free hand outstretched toward your polearm. as you came closer, the weapon started to rattle, and in a swift movement you swung yourself around onto the ground, staff in hand and stunned boyfriend on your back. flipping Childe over, you slammed your weight down, restraining him with your blade at his neck. “do I win now?”

“I..” he laughed, glancing at his lack of non-lethal options, “yeah.” you smiled, stepping off his ribcage and pulling him up. “how the hell did you get your polearm? it was at least ten meters from you when you did that flip thing. you don’t have a vision you didn’t tell me about, did you?”

“no, no I don’t have a vision— I do, however, have alchemy. they’re only testers so far, but I’ve figured out how to implant magnets into these gloves that correspond to a magnetic plate around the pole of my staff! you like it?”

“babe, you’re insane. I love it!” Childe exclaimed, pulling you into a hug that lifted you off the ground. “archons, we’re gonna be unstoppable... you’re so smart you give me goosebumps— you know that, right?” you laughed, placing a quick kiss on his lips.

“absolutely.”

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[1magine-engine]

Something I find funny about Genshin Fics is that Childe curses in real world Russian which is all well and good but why is it that Genshin China, Genshin Japan or Genshin Germany doesnt have the same characterizations. You’re lying if you say you don’t wanna see/hear Diluc just bust one single “scheiße” when he sees Kaeya drinking at his tavern again.

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[kleewie]

i knew it from the first old fashioned, we were cursed

summary: drunk nights like these always end with your mind in a drowsy numbness. but why does your heart pound like a drum in your chest—fast and hot in anticipation of something more than just friends? (in other words, a modern au about drunk nights, hand holding, and unsaid feelings).

→ pairings: childe, zhongli, & alhaitham

→ warnings: fluff, light cursing, not proofread, mentions of drinking and alcohol, gender neutral reader

→ author’s note: i had a dream about my old crushes. as much as i want to say “yikes!! stop that cringe,” i got to admit it made my heart go doki-doki! plus binge listening to taylor’s reputation + midnights albums made the idea pop into my head. slight present tense issues are present (probably) ‘cause it hasn’t been proof read ;-; anyhow, i hope you enjoy it!

credits to @a-cure-for-writers-block on tumblr for the prompts!

beware, slight lengthy post ahead!

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childe: the sponsor-and-instigator

seemingly, the reason why you’re almost half-dead on the floor.

childe decides it’s a great idea to sponsor a fifth round of drinks when (a majority of) the group threaten to leave.

you and the bunch don’t though,

the shiny allure of brand new drinks put up a convincing fight.

so when you’re cursing his name, slamming imaginary daggers at his back,

the actual demon stands over your tired body, as if summoned. obviously delighted by your drunken state, he sends you a cheeky grin.

you, annoyed at his antics, return his smile with one of your own.

one screaming dare me, i'll leave you to vomit your guts out.

honestly, you never know what he's thinking.

your relationship with the ginger is, in short, awkward. both of you are in the same friend group.

yet, you seem to be closer to actual strangers than with him.

a chance to bond never presented itself. hence, you're stuck in a state of wariness and longing— slightly afraid to offend the man you're trying to be friends with.

so when the opportunity arises (a night out to drink for fun's sake), you immediately agree.

now, you're stuck in this predicament.

a hand behind his back, his arm around your shoulder, your whole body carrying the weight of his, stumbling around.

figures. the reason why he'd approach your tipsy condition is that you're the only one willing to carry (drag his ass) to the sofa.

bad call.

previously, you lounged half-dead on the second floor. which means, you'll have to haul him safely down the stairs.

him climbing the stairs, instead of crawling himself into the couch, baffles you. i mean, the last time you see him is downstairs.

anyway, certain someone (a drunk kaeya, “oops!”) forgets to wipe the pool of water he spilled on the lower steps.

causing you to slip first. as you're the one pulling his body, he soon follows.

the first thing you hear is a loud smack.

and the first thing you think is: you killed him.

“oh god!” you blurt.

you're almost disappointed to hear his sudden laughter. almost.

“i fell for you,” he mumbles.

crouching over him, you furrow your brows. “don't tell me…” you hesitate. “…do you have a concussion?”

childe promptly sits up, gripping your wrist. his sober blue eyes meet yours in a silent plea, as if begging you to grasp the message he's trying to convey.

to realize he's not fooling around.

to understand he’s serious.

maybe that's why it’s so difficult, so embarrassing, so upsetting for you to begin a friendship with the man.

you never want to be friends.

you desire something else, something different, something more.

his fingers, gripping your wrist, slide up in a gentle caress, “why would i try so hard to make you stay?” you feel his thumb brush your shoulder. “why would i try so hard to catch your eye?” his hand skims your cheek. “all the jokes, the teasing, the lingering gazes— all of it.”

childe slides his hand, softly resting his thumb on your lips.

and you swallow a lump in your throat.

“don't look at me like that and then feign innocence,” he whispers. “you keep saying we're friends, but you look at me for a moment too long for that to be true.”

more under the cut!

zhongli: the low-tolerance drunk

at any given occasion (involving drinking), there are ten kinds of drunks.

apparently, zhongli’s the type to look like he can hold his liquor.

but looks can be deceiving, as he’s the first one to drop his glass and sprint to the bathroom.

why he’d rush off after one more cup? who knows.

you feel guilty though. i mean, you’re the one pestering him to chug a glass down.

your pouty lips, twinkling eyes, and soft convincing voice entice him to drink against his one-bottle agenda.

you're that persuasive.

but when he leaves, you feel the loneliness hit. ironic as you cause him to depart in the first place.

hu tao glances at your sullen form, slightly snickering.

it's obvious. extremely obvious how captivated you are by the dark haired man.

a small crush develops into something more intense. you could bask in all his greatness, yet, still be wanting more.

you sigh and wish he'd come back from his break sooner.

since it's mandatory to order additional drinks for sulking individuals. being the best companion (wingwoman) she is, hu tao drags you towards the bartender.

as she orders more glasses, a couple of intoxicated men approach you.

looking at how unsteady they are on their feet and how they stink like alcohol, you assume one had too many to drink.

“hey, cutie.” one slurs. “begging for some lovin'?”

you say, “no, thanks.” and step away. adding, “i'm with a friend.” when you see them follow you.

your eyes search for hu tao, but the amount of people piling around the bar obscure your vision of her.

the other man smirks, “playing hard to get?”

you roll your eyes.

stupid how these men don't take no as an answer. how they presume standing here is an invitation for something else.

before he's able to grab your wrist, a palm swats his hand away.

“excuse me,” zhongli drawls. “you're getting a little too comfortable.”

he wraps a protective arm around your shoulders, against your collar bone. igniting a red blush on your cheeks.

of course he's here to save you.

though, you still want to beat the douchebags up for continuing to hit on you after refusing them.

the man hisses in response, “ouch! shit hurt!”

scowling, zhongli shoots a hostile glare. “my apologies. foolish men daring to touch them puts me in a sour mood.” he gently pulls you, before adding. “be careful. try not to upset me.”

if you know what's good for you, he thinks.

and the irritated man whisks you off somewhere else. gone from the crowded room and away from the vulgar folks you go.

you sense his displeasure, as it radiates his whole body. but you're half-worried, half-giddy.

yes, he's mad. but he’s mad because of you.

“...you're upset.” you hint.

zhongli hums in agreement.

tugging his hand loosely in yours, you ask, “...so what's wrong?”

his thumb brushes your palm in soothing circles before pulling your hand to his lips for a soft kiss.

“darling,” he mumurs. “you don’t know half of the things you do to me.”

alhaitham: the designated-chauffeur

amongst a group of drunkards, there always has to be one sober person who picks up everyone else’s shit.

and unwillingly, alhaitham becomes the appointed chauffeur.

a funny circumstance really.

because: one, he never came to the party in the first place; and two, he meets up with your plastered crowd by pure chance.

and he's certainly surprised to see you.

since you told him the night before that you weren't going, at all.

your heartbeat quickens in anticipation.

i mean, why wouldn't your heart beat like it's running seventy miles an hour? your long-time crush from college (you both take the same classes) suddenly appears out of nowhere to save the group from certain despair (passing out on the sidewalk).

and upon considering he now knows you lied, your heart beats even faster.

“alhaitham, i can explain!” you sputter. “i thought i wasn't going either but—”

tighnari decides it's a great idea to intrude on your speech by gagging his life out on the pavement.

but you totally understand.

cyno succeeded at creating the nastiest concoction of juices and alcohol you've ever tasted— you heave just thinking about it.

“—but first... i think we (you, cyno, and the almost-hurling man),” you continue “need a ride home.”

as he cares about your welfare, and is the most responsible person in the group, he agrees.

but before you can get into the back of his four-seater car, he pulls front-seat car door open. “after you,” he says.

you gulp.

he's mad, alright.

after he drops off the two other intoxicated people in the car, he drives towards your apartment.

your eyes glance at his figure, trying to perceive his mood.

is he still mad? did he feel left out?

is it because you lied?

you couldn't tell.

the deafening silence is killing you. so you put on a brave face and apologize.

“i'm sorry, okay?” you mumble. “i wasn't planning to go but tighnari—don't look at me like that— you, of all people, know he can't hold his liquor.”

“oh? that's it?” he prods, steering the wheel to the right of an intersection.

you huff. “yes, that's it.”

a pause.

“you're a terrible liar.”

you grumble in frustration.

yes, he can see right through your lies. the point is, you've never been a good deceiver. so you curse the alcohol for making your inability to lie more obvious than usual.

thus, you explain the reason why you came to the party: a secret surprise planning session for alhaitham's birthday.

not so surprising now, is it? you remark. his fault for persuading you to spill the beans.

now, you feel guilty. and because you’re guilty, you get grumpy.

and because you’re grumpy, your eyes tear up in frustration.

alhaitham hears your sniffling and sends quick side-glances at you. “are you crying?” he asks.

“no,” you lie.

you blame your weakened emotional state on your weak alcohol tolerance. if you would’ve known he’d show up, you’d be as sober as a judge.

god, you’re absolutely going to embarrassed in the morning.

yet, something pulls on the breaks in your mind.

alhaitham parks the car in front of your garage, and you see the colors of your apartment through glossy eyes.

“please don't lie,” he reaches for your face and places his thumbs below your eyes. sighing, he wipes the fallen tears from your cheeks. “forgive me. i'm not mad, and i didn't mean to ruin the surprise.”

you choke a sob in response.

but, you're too busy tearing up to see how tenderly he looks at you.

with eyes full of longing, eagerness, and want.

“i hate seeing you so upset,” alhaitham cooes. “take a deep breath, sweetheart. you'll be okay.”

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[euphietea]

HC. ft. Arlecchino. Childe. Columbina.

tw/cw. mention of blood.

ARLECCHINO. She speaks to you gently, but is sure to hold her title over yours. It isn’t that she particularly believes herself to be smarter or stronger (even if she may certainly be), simply that she recognizes her position. You are not a member of the Fatui, no. You are a simple hand who helps her orphanage. She often remarks that you are too soft on the children. The world is not always with warm and plush hands for them to hold, afterall. However, the laughter and joy you bring to their childhood evades the frigid realm of adulthood to come. “They deserve a semblance of a normal childhood, wouldn’t you agree?” You ask, rosen cheeks raised in a smile. Arlecchino gives no answer, but oversees snowballs hurl without her usual reprimand. 

CHILDE. He holds his hand up to the sky, golden rays lacing between the gaps. He remembers your coos to his siblings when they can’t sleep by the firelight. The eldest are always out, earning their wages with menial labor. The youngest listen to your stories of the world outside of the snow. His chest aches and his fingers curl to his forehead. He frightens you at times. Perhaps it’s the adeptus blood in your veins that can see through his veneer. Or did your fright begin from washing the blood from his scarf? He thought he had hid it, yet found it freshly folded on his bed with the scent of sweet orange. He heaves a sigh, pulling his lips back tightly. It was careless of him. Did you think you were doing him mercy by not saying a word about it? He will see you again soon and then he could explain.

COLUMBINA. Mystery wraps around her like gentle feathered wings. Her voice waltzes before you, enveloping your senses in warmth. Delicate fingers brush strands of hair off your forehead and cheeks, leaving traces of a cool blaze. Columina has lived for a long time. She has seen the death and birth of gods and archons. She has witnessed the rise and fall of nations. And yet, she’s taken a liking to you. You are a free spirit amidst the other boring humans. The others see her as fragile and yet veer away from her songs. Not you. You choose to harmonize. “Classically trained?” She repeats, inquisitive and close, “Does that matter if there is no joy behind it?” Her head tilts. A quiz or a question? Her hands come to meet your blushing cheeks, “Do you take joy in the songs of Teyvat?” 

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[etsuven]

“your highness, your parents have requested your presence.” those were the words your loyal knight, xiao, told you one early morning. you were nervous, and rightfully so. whenever your parents needed you, they often just came to your room to tell you themselves. but to think that they decided to summon you in a more formal way…

you wondered what it was.

you stepped into the throne room, your heart pounding in your chest as you looked around. the elegant red and gold detailing around the room was awe inspiring, but when you’re nervous and worried about your heart pounding out of your chest-

it just made you feel small.

you glanced at your knight. xiao gave you a small nod back, his way of telling you that it would all be okay. maybe he was right.

“hello, my dear.” one of your parents spoke up, their place on the smaller throne making them look like the most powerful person in the world. “sorry that we have to summon you like this, but this is a very important announcement.”

you bowed/curtsied slightly, trying to hide the nervous look on your face. “i hope you’re not trying to marry me off to someone…” you spoke softly, but at the same time, it was loud enough for your parents to hear.

your other parent let out a loud laugh from their spot on the bigger throne, and you found yourself getting a tad bit more nervous.

“i wouldn’t say that, (y/n),” they smiled, and suddenly, you were more confused than nervous. “you are around the age you need to start getting looking for potential suitors, but unlike in other kingdoms…” they paused, glancing at your other parent with a knowing smile.

your parents had been part of an arranged marriage, something that was decided since they were born. they were lucky, and ended up falling in love through their teenage years and happily marrying. they had no idea how you would be if they forced you to marry someone against your will, so…

“we’ve decided to allow you to choose who to marry!” you glanced from one parent to the other, trying to process what they had just said. “you’re not… forcing me to marry?”

you had plenty of friends who had been forced to marry, and you were beyond scared that you were going to be next. but to your surprise, you weren’t. “i can choose who i want?” a smile graced your face, and you found yourself running up to your parents, hugging them tightly.

“thank you, thank you!- wait,” you pulled away suddenly. tilting your head in confusion. “i don’t have anyone in mind to marry just yet?”

one of your parents spoke up, their booming voice echoing through the throne room. “we’re not rushing you, dear (y/n)! you can take as much time as you want.” the other parent nodded, a gentle smile on their face.

“we know that whoever you choose, they’ll be perfect for you.” backing away from the thrones, you gave them another quick curtsy/bow, running out of the room. xiao quickly followed behind. you got to choose who you wanted to marry! this should be really easy… right?

here is what you guys have been waiting for, my dear peeps! “Nova Affectus” the thing you guys voted on a while back! (here’s the little header thing, does it look cool, should i redo it? is the layout/font cool?)

anyways the characters should be revealed in a while, but it might be a few days since i still have to write the last few character introductions!

(for now though, i’ll fill the tags with everyone i write for. if i only tagged the people you voted for, you would be able to figure out who the characters are before i reveal them, and i can’t let that happen!!)

also um, sorry if this part is hastily written, i needed a prologue or something and it was written on my phone in the span of like… 50 minutes-

oh yeah, let me know in the comments how you feel about the gender neutral parent thing! i didn’t execute it very well in this part (like i said it was written in under an hour) so it may be a bit confusing as they seem like the same person at times.

should i just default it to a mom and dad, or use king and queen but keep the genders more neutral? (ex: the queen spoke loudly, their elegant yet commanding and strong voice sending shivers down the knights’ spines.) djjsjdskdnd just let me know in the comments, thankssss!!!!

oh, and for those of you who are still reading/liking, i have a taglist!! just reply to my comment if you wanna be on it! (limit of around 30 people)

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Genshin Boys with a quiet s/o

Characters: Zhongli, Childe, Tighnari, Diluc

Headcannons

Warnings: none

Gender Neutral

Zhongli

He is quiet himself. A lover who is also quiet would lead to a mysterious, and cute, couple.

People would even suspect you and Zhongli are up to no good

If you like to read you both would go for small dates at the library

When affectionate, Zhongli would like to simply hold you in his arms. This small embrace may seem like nothing, but it means the world to him.

Kisses on the cheek are a regular, a little reminder he loves you<3.

Childe

He doesn't seem to be a quiet lover; however, he will be after a long day of being a Fatui Harbinger.

He doesn't have any other family but you, since they're all in Sneznyah. So hug him, cuddle him, until he falls asleep.

Childe loves physical attention, he's touch starved. Because of this, he will shower you in affection, expecting the same back.

Dates are common. Since you're more of the quiet type, he'll respect that. Childe will reserve a whole restaurant and more, so enjoy it:)

Tighnari

He is a quiet lover as well. His big ears are quite sensitive, so you're his ideal type!

Dates with Tighnari are picnics/walks in the forest. To him, it's calming, sharing this with you means a lot.

An arm around your waist is common, a sign of protection, as you travel.

Sharing little words, Tighnari will shower you in gifts. He cannot make jokes like Cyno, but he will try his best to make you laugh. Sometimes quiet people have to be loud too!

Diluc

Diluc, as well, is the quiet type.

Dates with Diluc are high class, commonly low volume. For example, 5 star restaurants, famous libraries, and cooking.

This man can cook. Cooking with him could light up his day. Give it a try!

Depending on the person, this may or may not qualify as a date, but spa dates. A gentleman, like Diluc takes well care of himself and his s/o.

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