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Childe x GnReader! Fluff/Crack

Summary ; A crack fic where Y/n and Childe bake cookies

"What are you doing?" The sound of laughter from your lover flooded your ears. He was gasping between his sentences for air. "Uh..." You felt a bead of sweat slide down the side of your face as you looked at Childe who was holding his stomach. Currently, you stood in the middle of your shared kitchen in a complete mess. Cookie dough and batter littered the floor and counter. The unopened chocolate chip bag sat in the middle of the baking disaster. It was covered in flour. Embarrassment showed. On your cheeks, as you tried to explain why your kitchen looks like a war zone. "Childe! You're back early. Uh, you see... I was trying to.." You were trying but failing at baking cookies. Your yearly anniversary was coming up, and you wanted to create something special to give to the ginger, the first thing that came to mind was cookies! The scene was very amusing to Childe. After composing himself, he waltzed over to you and swiped his finger on your cookie dough-covered nose. "Do you not know how to cook one of the easiest pastries? The instructions are on the box." He held the red packaging up to your face, showing you the step-to-step directions while struggling not to laugh at you. "Let me help, baking is one of the things I excel at! Other than conflict of course." There was a smirk prominent on Childe's face as he quickly cleaned the counter and washed his hands. Childe was a very colorful figure-on the outside at least. He was very boisterous a full of energy. He was quite the tease, finding all sorts of ways to poke fun at you. Surprisingly, Childe was very responsible and able to take care of himself. He was like a housewife. When he told you that he was a fatui harbinger, you were taken aback. You wouldn't put it past him to take up a job like that but it was still surprising. You always wondered what his line of work was, but you didn't dig deep into it. After learning about the reasons why he joined the fatui, you no longer stuck your nose into his work life.

"Hello? Y/n?" You snapped out of your daze and made eye contact with him. He smiled at you and cracked his knuckles, ready to take on the cookie recipe. You straightened your posture nervously awaiting his next move.

You both started on your own batches of cookies. Following the directions of the box, you put a cup of softened butter, a cup of white sugar, and two eggs into a large mixing bowl. You grabbed a wooden spoon and started mixing. You looked over to Childe and saw he was almost done with the recipe.

You picked up the pace not wanting to be left behind. Slowly, the two of you baking together started turning into a competition of who could finish earlier.

An ungodly gasp erupted from Childe as you snatched the vanilla extract out of his hands pouring two teaspoons into your own mix.

"Betrayal." You heard from him, his voice laced with hurt. While fetching the baking soda from the pantry Childe put green food dye in your batter.

"MY COOKIES-" Childe laughed but was soon cut off when white icing made contact with his face.

"..."

"..."

Childe's head craned to the side and faster than you could react, your face was met with your own green cookie batter. You didn't even get to bake them. You pulled your head out of the mixed bowl and turned towards Childe. He stuck a piece of chocolate on your forehead.

"Don't forget the chocolate chips!"

The rest of the day was filled with Childe yelling for his life while you chased him.

— "𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲, 𝗯𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱!!" ♥

:feat~ xiao, kazuha, heizou, scaramouche x gn!reader:

⤷ synopsis: ah, poor reader's crush won't notice them!! the solution? ask your guy friend to pretend to be your partner, and perhaps that'll get them jealous... except-!? ⤷ cw: fluff, highschool!au, possesive + overprotectiveness, ykyk the whole package

ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ (open!) : @manager-of-the-pudding-bank, @iamdedinside, @ilyuu, @achlysis, @swivy123

"C'mon, just for one week...?"

"Have you finally gone mad?"

XIAO's words come out as more of a scoff, if anything. You can see the way that his expression forms a scowl that he's less than pleased at your suggestion. "You want me to fake date you for a week?"

Sheepish, you nod. "...Please?"

"Because you want your 'crush' to get jealous?" You don't get why he's put that in quotations, but you nod along, slightly confused. Xiao's expression only darkens, for some inexplicable reason. What, have you done something to offend him?

Desperate, you recall your last resort. "Well," you begin, voice unsteady as you try to sound as nonchalant as possible. With a shrug, you sigh. "If you're not willing, I can always find someone e-"

"I'll do it."

Ah, there was the Xiao you knew. Aloof, yes. Cold, yes. But not willing to admit he was inferior to anyone - especially when it regarded you.

So there, your plan was complete. Act like Xiao was your boyfriend, and then maybe they would finally notice you… except, why do you get the feeling that Xiao was forgetting his purpose?

It’s not anything major, not by a long shot, but you find it strange how he’s suddenly grown so clingy, as if pretending to be your partner somehow enhanced the relationship between the two of you. He walks you to every one of your classes, and insists on coming over to your house for study sessions, and while you don’t particularly dislike it, it is awkward, seeing him act so intimate even with no eyes watching.

But… this was all normal, right? He was just normalizing himself with his role, so there was nothing to concern yourself over. That’s what you chided to yourself whenever these moments occurred again and again, until one day, you accidentally brush hands with the male while trying to pass him some papers, and he practically jumps away from your touch. He doesn’t apologize afterwards, but you can see how he’s more cautious around you, sometimes catching his gaze lingering on you for far too long while a sheepish red creeps over his cheeks… and the way he glances at his own hand so gingerly is something peculiar all together.

However, none of that prepared you when the next week, the last day of the promised agreement, Xiao asks to talk to you. Alone.

“Xiao, what’s up?” He hasn’t spoken yet, and the silence is suffocating.

“Can we… not pretend any longer?”

And for a moment, everything seems to stop. Time itself halts as the only thing you can hear is your own shallow inhale and exhale. His voice cuts through the moment. “I’m tired of pretending, wanting something that isn’t mine. Something that I can never have.”

“Something… that can never be yours…?” It’s hard to speak, like something is in your throat, but you manage to.

“Yes. You.”

Ah, how could you not return his words when he gazes into your eyes with such adoration?

“...Xiao, it’s not entirely impossible.”

And the words that come out of your mouth aren’t lies, because you’ve felt the butterflies too. You wouldn’t think, a week prior, that you would’ve fallen for someone as distant as him, but the way he treated you so gently swayed your resolve. In a way, this outcome was inevitable.

Ha, but to think that Xiao, born from one of Liyue’s elite families, would confess to you like this, with such a flustered expression, eyes clouded with love? 

“Ah… then, if that’s the case, you’ll allow me this, won’t you?” 

There’s a hint of something strange in his tone, yet it’s left undeciphered as the male swiftly leans forward, one hand making its way behind you and keeping you steady as his lips meet yours. He’s pressed against you, close enough that you can feel his own heartbeats along yours, beating just as quickly. When he pulls away, one shaky hand manages to grab yours, grasp surprisingly strong.

“If you keep looking at me like that, I’ll have to kiss you again.” ♥

"...Ah? Sorry, I think I heard something different. Could you repeat that?"

You don't think KAZUHA has ever looked more perplexed as he stares at you, eyes wide and mouth slightly ajar as he tries his best to process your words. "So you..." His voice cracks, and he coughs into his fist. "You want me to be your fake boyfriend?"

"Just for one week..." You nod at his words, feeling a little awkward at your request. It wasn't too outlandish, was it? From the way Kazuha seems completely frozen, one would assume so... but it was a simple plan, even if it didn't work, it was worth trying, right?

It takes the white haired male a whole ten seconds to respond, which is already unusual in and of itself. He nods hesitantly, “I…I suppose I could.”

It surprises you how good of an actor he is, holding your hand without a second thought, inviting you out after school, waiting for you to pack up after classes and always following you to your next… sometimes you wonder if it’s even an act at all.

His touch seems too sincere, gaze too warm… and by the third day, your crush fades. Is it too hopeful to wish for something more in your relationship with Kazuha? Was it really so shameful? He treated you too tenderly to ignore, even if it was all just pretend… you wanted it to be real.

And maybe such thoughts were given an answer when, on a whim of carelessness, a small, folded up piece of paper fell from the male’s pocket as he waved goodbye, walking out of the classroom. Curious, you retrieved the paper, figuring you could give it back to him later… but you couldn’t resist just one peek. If it was really that private, he would’ve taken greater measures in ensuring its safety, wouldn’t he?

Ah, but what was written on the paper…well, to put it simply…

It was a poem, addressed to you. Professing his love, his adoration, his infatuation.

Words you were not meant to see, but ones you witnessed.

And when he comes to pick you up after class, wearing his usual serene smile, it’s almost as if you’re seeing him for the first time.

His crimson eyes seem to glitter when he spots you amongst the crowd, his entire expression brightening as he excitedly half-runs over with a slight flush on his cheeks. “There you are!” And just like always, he latches his hand upon yours, his grip comfortably tight.

Have his hands always been so warm?

“Dove, is something wrong?” The look of concern in his eyes is almost overwhelming. Something that can’t all just be a farce.

“Sorry.” Then, amidst the bustling crowd, you lean forward and give him a light peck on the cheek, pulling away as you watch his features grow slack with shock, cheeks reddening as he lightly squeezes your hand.

“W- Oh, does this mean…” His voice has gained a hopeful edge as a smile graces his lips. “C’mon dove, you missed. Here, let me show you how…”

And then he embraces you tightly, and you can feel his bashful warmth spreading into your body as his soft lips meet yours in the mere span of seconds, engulfing you with a sense of affection that you had never felt before.

“K-Kazuha… I…” It’s hard to get words out, with how loud your heart is beating in your ears - but there’s no need to, as the male shushes you with a smile playing on his lips.

“There’s no need to explain, I already understand. Besides, I was getting tired of playing pretend all the same.” ♥

"Haha, never expected to hear those words from you..."

HEIZOU looks rather calm, which is odd, about the entire situation, laughing quietly to himself before turning to you with a rather smug expression. "What, you want me to be your 'boyfriend' for a week?"

"Mhm..." You do suppose he's likely heard of stranger requests before, given the part-time detective work he does.

"Hmm..." Even though it seems like he's already made up his mind, he still playfully puffs out his cheeks, squinting his eyes at the distance as if that'll help his decision making skills in any way. "What'd I get in return, though?"

"...Eh? Uhm..." While Heizou was one of the more eccentric people you were acquainted with, you hadn't expected that he'd ask for something in return. "...A kiss?"

You were joking, but somehow, that made the male perk up. "Sure, sounds like a fair trade to me."

Well… if he was satisfied, then all was fine, right?

Except, with the promise of a kiss in tow, why does he seem so much more… full of vigor? That wasn’t natural, was it?

It’s easy to dismiss things you don’t see, but not when it’s clearly witnessed. Every little action he did, accompanied with a smirk, would be followed with a smug little something along the lines of, “I can’t wait for the kiss,” or “Your kiss will make this all worth it~!” And even whenever he loosely held your hand, he would glance at you and make a puckering motion with his lips.

At that point, calling his actions “normal” would just be lying to yourself.

“So, how’d it go?” Heizou glances up at you with tentative emerald eyes as you near him, something in his gaze that you can’t quite describe.

“All they said was ‘congrats on finding a partner.’” You sigh, slumping as you stand next to him, sliding down the wall before sitting on the floor, knees hugged to your chest. “I think they're dating someone else… ah, how could this be? I’ve had a crush on them for years, yet…”  Another long sigh escapes your lips.

At the edge of your vision, you can see a certain male staring at you with a faint smile on his face, growing subtly wider with each word that leaves your mouth.

“Heh, seems like my love has run fresh out of fortune~!” His voice lilts, and you can hear the smirk residing in hsi tone as you flinch at the use of a petname. “Aw, it’s really too bad, isn’t it…” He’d almost look convincing if he wiped the jeering grin off his face.

“What are you…” Your voice trails off as Heizou sits on the ground next to you, mimicking your posture while placing his hand over yours.

“You promised me a kiss, didn’t you?”

Curses. That, you did.

“...Ah, were you serious about that?” You laugh awkwardly, but his expression doesn’t change.

“Were you not?” He counters instantaneously, his smug expression not budging an inch. “I never knew you were so unfaithful in keeping promises… I can’t help but feel disappointed.”

Then he pouts, eyes glimmering as he gives you the puppy eyes, albeit a little cursed. And just like that, you can feel your resolve shatter, crumpling like a piece of wet paper mache. An odd metaphor, but it seemed to fit the current predicament. With a groan of… embarrassment? Exasperation? You finally agree, grumbling, “Ah, let’s just get this over with.”

“Ready when you are~!”

Awkwardly… hesitantly, you lean forward, give him a light peck on the cheek, and retract as fast as humanly possible. Heizou only laughs at your antics, “You call that a kiss?”

“What, do you have any complaints?” You can’t help the snarky edge that makes its way into your voice.

“Perhaps a few.” The male smirks, scooching closer to you so that the two of you are uncomfortably close. “Why don’t I show you what a true kiss looks like?”

He doesn’t wait for your answer, he doesn’t have to - he just swiftly moves in, one hand on your chin as he moves your mouth onto his. You can feel the sneer against your lips as he engulfs you into one kiss, then another. It seems like an eternity before he pulls away, and when he does, your left panting, face flushed with red. 

“Hah… I-” Archons, why did he look so handsome right now? With his slightly dishiveled burgundy hair that framed his face so immaculately, the way his spring eyes glimmered with the slightest hint of mischief, and the way the corners of his mouth turned upwards with a satisfied air.

“No need to thank me for my services, but if you’d like to repay me…” He recovers quicker than you do, his smile not flickering from his face, not even once. 

“Why don’t you repay me with a date?” ♥

"Hahaha- oh. Wait, you aren't joking? Ugh, who do you take me for?"

The instant SCARAMOUCHE realizes you aren't jesting, his smile drops, and it's replaced with a look of absolute denial... or maybe it's repulsion?

Either way, he looks displeased, and his gaze towards you is one as if he's glaring at an annoyingly loud fly. Or maybe a worm, like he always likes to say to people he particularly dislikes, cursing "lowly worms" under his breath when he passes them in the hallways.

"Are you crazy? Delusional? Oh, I get it, you ate something weird." He lifts his eyebrow at you, frown deepening with every word. When he notices that you don't admit to any of them, his eyes go wide. "...You're being serious."

“Yes…?” The way he’s acting makes you nervous. “C’mon, please? Just for one week…”

“...How unfortunate… the way you’re acting so desperate is kind of disgusting… but if you insist…” Scaramouche glowers, but eventually loosens his expression. "Let's make it quick."

He's a bit of a strange boyfriend, to say the least, barely holds your hand, and when he does, it's only when people are around. He's not exactly polite in his affection either, whenever he's latched onto you, he'll stick his tongue out at anyone and all who passes by you two, giving any sort of strange look.

He may or may not tone his antics down if you ask him too, but likely not. Why should he give a shit about what you think, or what others think? He's stronger - if they want a fight, he'll give it to them.

And when your crush eventually never returns the jealousy you were wishing for, it's disappointing, to say the least, but the only words Scaramouche have to say about it are: "They didn't deserve you anyway, the fool."

...Wait, was he the one that sounded jealous, now?

Perhaps you were hearing things.

Except...

"Hey, the week's over, isn't it?" Scaramouche sounds disinterested, but the way his gaze is fixated on you says otherwise. "Our little 'dating scheme' is finally over." You note the slightest hint of remorse in his voice.

"So it is." You don't glance up at him, continuing to scroll through your homefeed.

"Does that mean we're dating for real now?"

"...What?"

He lets out a sound that's a mix between a laugh and a scoff. "You tell me."

"Aren't we, now that we aren't faking it anymore?" ♥

(a/n) oops i made heizou's part too long and scara's too short whoopsies

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"Let the world completely forget me." / Alhaitham-centric Genshin Fic

..The Doctor..? He hadn’t met him in person, and yet light-blue haired with a very distinct mask.. Hadn’t they said he left for Snezhnaya? Were they lying..? No, The Doctor is a wild card. They would have no reason to lie unless they wanted to drastically decrease the chances of success, and yet.. There he stood. “I didn’t expect it would have no effect on you..” “..What?” “You see, I used a sound wave that can put defenseless people to sleep, and yet.. You don’t seem affected.” When? He hadn’t heard anything.. “So you’re trying to get us out of the way.” “Hm.. I wouldn’t have been surprised if a god could withstand it, but you? Ah, all I do is leave Sumeru, and when I come back I’m met with many things that pique my interest..” -------- OR, Alhaitham's world is turned upside down with a shocking revelation.

II. In which Diluc finds himself grappling with fatherhood

tags: Diluc Ragnvindr/Reader, tooth-rotting fluff, kidfic, implied pregnancy

although no pronouns are used, this drabble centers around implied pregnancy

word count: 1077

A shrill, whining cry sounds from the bassinet across the room. You move immediately, struggling to push yourself up.

Diluc curses. “Liebling, please. Let me tend to him until you’re well again.”

You shoot him a vicious look. He tries not to dwell on it, tries to remind himself you’re still in considerable pain and have a long road to recovery. It was a tumultuous birth. He’s— he tries not to think of how things could’ve ended, had the right doctors not been there. There’s few times when Diluc is truly grateful for his wealth, but this is one of them.

He pulls off his gloves, setting them aside. His son wails, wriggling in the bassinet, but once more, Diluc hesitates. Clean. He needs to clean his hands first.

Diluc takes care to scrub every inch of his hands. He hears you sigh behind him. “Prinz, you cleaned your hands just a few minutes ago. I’m sure you’re well sterilized.”

He turns, frowning. “I’ve touched things since then. Need I remind you the doctor said—“

“‘The doctor said to take care to have clean hands when touching the baby,’” you mock, huffing. Diluc’s frown only deepens. You’re in pain. He needs to be sympathetic and sensitive to your emotions, especially now.

The process of picking up the baby is a challenge in and of itself. He slides a hand under his little head, making sure to support his neck as he lifts his son. The doctor had shown him how to lift an infant multiple times at Diluc’s behest. Even so, there’s an unfamiliar anxiousness in his chest, a pounding in his heart that doesn’t cease until his child rests firmly against his chest.

He’s so— so small. Diluc had stared in wonder at his little figure for hours, enamored by his tiny fingers and scrunching nose. He had cried, too, of course. The doctor had the decency to step out to fetch clean water just as the floodgates opened.

Holding his son in his arms for the first time brought an unfathomable wholeness to Diluc. It felt like all the scattered pieces of himself suddenly realigned, falling into place. Where they had always belonged.

“Good baby,” he murmurs, patting the infant’s back gently.

The walk from the bassinet back to the bed feels like miles. Diluc is careful with every step, wary of any potential missteps that could cause him to jolt too suddenly.

By the time he reaches your side, you’ve managed to wrangle yourself into a sitting position, much to Diluc’s dismay.

You seem to know, at least, that Diluc wants to take care of everything. Of you. Of your newborn son. The problem lies in the fact that there’s only one of him.

Again, he’s gentle laying the baby down in your arms. “I’ll feed him, Liebe. Just… please don’t get up while I fetch the bottle.”

You stick your tongue out at him, soothing a hand over the fussing newborn’s stomach. “Hurry, or I’ll feed him myself.”

Diluc retrieves one of the prepared bottles from the cooler nestled by the changing table. It was Albedo’s invention, really, and although his generosity surprised Diluc because of how unacquainted they are, Albedo calmly explained that it was Kaeya, in all his enthusiasm, that had requested the device.

Maybe uncle would be the right term now. He hasn’t the mind to think about it, not when his brother still shows up every day pestering Diluc to let him see his new nephew.

There is a proper order to these things, after all, and Diluc doesn’t want to let Kaeya anywhere near you or the baby until you’re fully recovered. He can very well see the baby through a window when the time comes.

He sneaks a glance at you as he warms the bottle in his hand, flitting elemental energy carefully around the outside of the glass. You’re speaking quietly to the baby, but it’s the expression on your face that makes Diluc’s heart soar. Gentle, unadulterated love, is what it is. It’s what he feels for you both in turn.

Perhaps he really doesn’t deserve any of this. For a moment there’s an ugly, horrid blossom of doubt in Diluc’s heart.

Shit. He’s heated the bottle too much, now.

He curses, testing the milk on the inside of his wrist. You seem to know what’s wrong immediately.

“It’s alright, Diluc,” you soothe, “Just come here while it cools.”

As always, you peer right into his heart. He settles next to you, careful not to disturb the still fussy baby. You let out a soft laugh. “Cautious as always, hm?”

Diluc reaches out a hand, rubbing his son’s cheek with his knuckle. “He’s so small. I’m worried he’ll break if I’m not careful.”

You whack at his shoulder with your free hand. Gods, even though you’re unwell, you’re still ridiculously strong. “Oi, stop with that talk. We’re married. We have a new baby. Isn’t this supposed to be one of the happiest times of our lives? Let’s just bask in the afterglow of it.”

It’s—

It’s quite the image, you two. A child who is so obviously Diluc’s, fiery red hair just beginning to curl. And you’re still glowing, so pleased with yourself despite what you’ve gone through. Diluc is just. So undeserving of this. Of you. This kind of happy ending was never meant for him.

The baby’s rhythmic, pleading cries start up again, as if he’s suddenly been made aware of his hunger once more. Diluc jumps at the sound, startled.

You say nothing, only give him a meaningful eyebrow raise. You know what to do, you oaf. Well. He is the one who has a dozen books on child rearing scattered around his office, after all.

He’s careful. So careful. You help lift the baby into his arms, settling his little head in the crook of Diluc’s elbow. His son really does most of the work for drinking. Diluc only has to hold the bottle, angle just as the doctor showed him, and his son finally settles down, content to just eat.

Diluc feels a little foolish for finding something like this so incredibly wonderful. But it is. His child suckles happily in his arms, feels safe, even, and that alone quells so many of the worries brewing within his heart. You’re right, as always. There’s no reason not to bask in the afterglow.

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Oathkeeper

00: Prologue

Diluc x Doctor!Reader

Warnings: Blood. Mentions of death.  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Diluc

Diluc accepts all that comes next.

Not that he can offer much resistance anyway. The searing in his chest and ache in his head that the Harbinger had left him with has subsided. Now all he feels is the last of him slip right through his fingers and drip, warm and red, down his chest. He feels his own breath growing shallow. Each one is a labor and he barely feels the hands gripping his arms and legs. Who has him, he wonders? Where are they taking him? Somewhere where no one will ever find him, or will they send him back? He finds comfort in that thought, in the idea of being buried next to his father. But he doesn’t like to think of Elzer’s frustration, Adelinde’s pained expression, Kaeya’s regret or Jean’s tears but blood and sweat have seeped into his eyes. It’s all he can see.

But he does hear voices.

“-defy orders!?”

“I’m doing wha-“

He can’t make out all of the words people around him are yelling. At him? At each other? He can’t tell that either, allowing himself to sink further.

“- so be it!”

Diluc gasps. A coolness envelops him, and he screams. The gash in his chest burns again, his body coming alight with pain. He thrashes, screaming louder when the hands holding him up grip tighter.

“-is a mistake.”

“Put him down right there.”

There’s crashing and grunting. Another spike of pain shoots up his nerves as he’s lowered down onto something and he gasps for air. The hands leave him and are replaced the same coolness that pulled him back into agony. He fights, trying to pull away from it but he can’t even manage that. The feeling travels down his chest, leaving his clothes damp and soothes his burning skin but it doesn’t do much else. “Broken ribs, bruised organs and… his lung is pierced,” someone says, a gentler voice and Diluc feels every ache and pain they list, the shadow of the Harbinger’s blade hasn’t left his chest. “He’s bleeding out inside.”

“What are you doing, then?!” Diluc can hear them clearer now, distressed, and panicked protests from a man with a deep voice.

“I don’t think there’s anything we can do.” A third voice worries, a quieter voice.

“Exactly! This is a fool’s act. He’s as good as dead!”

Yes, he is. Let him go, he wants to say. Let the suffering stop, he wants to beg. He musters up what strength he can trying to but is silenced. “Shush, don’t talk. Your jaw is broken too.” The same gentle voice chides, stricter now as the coolness caresses the side of his face. Something is touched to his lips and the voice commands. “Drink.”

He won’t.

“What. Are. You. Doing?!” One asks again, and the coolness leaves his face. Diluc manages a groan but the gentle one is right, his jaw aches. “If the Harbingers find out we helped him-“

“Leave then. If you want so badly to not get involved, to protect yourself, to let him die, leave.”

“But you-“

“I am doing my job. And if you’re going to help me. I need you to calm down. And if you can’t do that. Get. Out.”

The coolness comes back so does the thing touching his lips. “Drink,” the gentle one says and when Diluc doesn’t something slithers down his throat too fast for him to even choke on. Diluc almost gasps as his entire body relaxes. His ragged breathing slows.

“Well?”

He doesn’t know who they’re asking.

“…fuck it.” The quiet one, the worrier, speaks up. There’s rustling and shuffling. “What do you need me to do?”

“You’re fools! Insane! Both of you!”

The gentle voice says something else but Diluc doesn’t catch it. The ache in his head ebbs away and he barely feels the hands on his chest, peeling his clothes away. He almost protests again but whatever he’s drank has rendered his faculties useless, numb. He catches one last thing before he’s pulled under. The gentle voice huffs.

“Sorry, but you’re not dying today. Not while I’ve got you.”

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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ AN: The start of a new fic, I feel motivated to wrote. Here’s to hoping! If you’re interested I’d really appreciate a reblog. 😊 

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.

@thoughtsofagremlin

AYO

HEY

HEY OH MY GOODNESS YOU MADLAD YOU ACTUALLY DID IT

DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW EXCITED I WAS

I DIDN'T BELIEVE IT AT FIRST AND I JUST SAT THERE STARING AT THE NOTIFICATION UNTIL IT SUNK IN AND I WAS SO EXCITED LISTEN THANK YOU YOU'VE BLESSED US ALL

I see your "Kaveh gets hurt and Alhaitham is forced to face his feelings and confesses before it's too late", but I raise you: "Alhaitham gets hurt and confesses because he's too out of it to have the filter that's usually keeping him from complimenting Kaveh at every turn"