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[♫] dust’s favorites For genre refer to the tags of the individual posts works marked with * are direct links to AO3 (archiveofourown), every fic here is a Reader insert.

SCENARIOS, ONE SHOTS & DRABBLES

🍁 Someone embarrasses them in front of you // Diluc, Albedo, Zhongli // Part 2 coming soon…

🍁 They impulsively kiss you [♫] // Albedo, Ayato, Itto // Diluc, Kaeya, Childe // Part 3 planned…

🍁 Will you…? // Diluc Birthday Special 2022 // Diluc

🍁 It hurts to let go //Ayato, Zhongli, Diluc

🍁Perfect Setup // Thoma (x Kamisato! Reader)

🍁 Happy Birthday, My Love [♫] // Ayato

🍁 Rejecting you was my first mistake [♫] //Ayato, Kaeya, Xiao, Alhaitham

🍁 Immortal Love [♫] // Zhongli

🍁 Masquerade Ball // Alhaitham, Ayato, Kaeya, Zhongli

🍁 A Fennec Fox’s Guide… [♫] // →To Botany // →To Love // Tighnari x Fennec Fox!Reader

🍁 “A Dream Of You” [♫] // Alhaitham

🍁 Let It Snow // Zhongli, Diluc, Alhaitham

🍁 That Which Is Forbidden // Alhaitham

🍁 A Gift For You //Alhaitham, Cyno, Heizou

🍁 Radish Salad // Ayato Birthday Special 2023 // Ayato

🍁 Inked Farewells // Alhaitham, Childe, Kaeya

HEADCANONS (/w short Drabbles)

🍁 How they hug // Ayato, Zhongli, Thoma, Kazuha, Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Xiao

🍁 Caught staring at their Lips // Ayato, Childe, Diluc, Heizou, Kaeya, Kazuha, Thoma, Xiao, Zhongli

🍁 Little Endearing Things They Do // Alhaitham, Ayato, Zhongli, Heizou, Diluc, Xiao, Cyno, Thoma

🍁 Adopting A Cat With Them // Alhaitham, Ayato, Zhongli, Kaveh, Xiao, Thoma, Diluc, Cyno

MULTICHAPTER FICS & MINISERIES

🍁 *A Heart of Stone is A Heart Nonetheless [Zhongli x f!Reader] (ongoing)

🍁 It’s Always Darkest Before The Dawn [Diluc x Fatui! Reader] (ongoing) // [*Ao3 Link]

POPULAR REQUESTS

🍁 Sick Stubborn Reader // Xiao, Zhongli, Alhaitham, Tighnari

🍁 “That Day I Befriended A Slime” (Pt. 1) // Xiao, Zhongli, Tighnari, Alhaitham, Childe, Diluc 🍁 “That Day I Befriended a Slime”(Pt. 2) // Ayato, Itto, Kaveh, Kaeya, Albedo

🍁 “I’ll catch you when you fall!”// Xiao, Zhongli, Ayato, Tighnari, Kaeya

🍁 “I love it when you’re flustered.” // Kaeya, Ayato, Heizou, Tighnari, Childe, Alhaitham

🍁 Black Cat Genshin Boys // Alhaitham, Xiao, Ayato, Diluc

EVENTS

🍁 Letters from the Heart // 500 Follower Event (Ended)

🍁 Match Made In Heaven // 1000 Follower Event (Ended)

🍁 Genshin Winter Wonderland // Christmas Writing Collab (2022) // Masterlist

Here you can find all requests and all random little blurbs/drabbles and brainrots Either click on the hyperlinks above or on the corresponding tags under this masterlist. ⤵

cheating escapades

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 · you have a nightmare about diluc cheating on you. 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 · hurt/comfort, light angst 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 · 1,053 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 · brief mentions of cheating but it doesn’t actually happen, suggestive themes (?)

𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐥 · proceed with caution. the following content ahead may be triggering to some readers. as always, likes and reblogs are always appreciated! ( ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ )

diluc slightly stirred awake when he felt you moving too much beside him; he was drifting in and out of sleep. your movements were bothering him, but not that much. he thought that you were having a problem sleeping and that was a normal occurrence with him— he was used to it by now.

Keep reading

— "𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪?" ♥

:feat~ childe, dottore, scaramouche x gn!reader:

⤷ established relationship, modern!au ⤷ violence, overprotective ...comfort(?)

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

art by @/code_tesseract on twitter! ✩

“Why do you refuse? Tell me.”

CHILDE’s heart drops when he sees you.

It’s only a small bruise below your eye, but he can already feel his blood boiling as he dashes over to you, embracing you in a tight hug until you manage: “Taglia- can’t breathe…”

“Tell me. Who did this to you?” He pulls back hesitantly at your words, albeit only slightly. You’re still pressed up against him, warm figure in his arms.

“Taglia, it’s nothing you need to concern yourself over.” Despite his questioning, you merely glance away, ignoring his pleas with a dismissive response each time. It’s clear that you don’t want to get him involved, but he does, because just seeing how you’ve been hurt, no matter how lightly, makes him pissed.

But he can tell, begrudgingly, that you don’t need his help, or rather, don’t want it. So he’ll respect your wishes, at least while he’s in your presence. With a long sigh, he loosely shrugs his shoulders, giving you one more tight hug before asking if you want anything - ice, bandages, food, whatever. Of course you insist you’re fine, because that’s the kind of person you are… and while it’s slightly problematic at times, but being stubborn is an endearing trait of yours - after all, if you always showed no resistance, how boring would that be?

So as soon as you turn in for the night, claiming that you’re tired, he just smiles and nods along, a plan already in mind.

You said you were out with friends.

When he called you at 10:04 pm, you responded.

There was background noise.

There was someone’s voice, telling you to get off your phone.

Oh, now he knows who it was.

And that someone will surely not live to see tomorrow. ♥

DOTTORE seems indifferent at first, not bothering to spare you a glance up from his countless research papers.

Then there’s a flash of red in the corner of vision, and that’s when he whips his head up, piercing red gaze immediately landing on your figure. It’s not much, just a small amount of bleeding, but his mind already races. He’s a peculiar boyfriend, to say the least, and his personality is one that changes constantly, so much so that you’re not sure if you have one lover or thirty. For the time being, he’ll tend to your wound, but archons know he’s already calculating his plans on how to make the one who did this regret it.

“Ouch… Dottore, the bandage is too tight.” You wince from where you’re sitting on his office chair, arm held up so he can see. The male seems to jolt, glancing up at you while his enraged expression melts, just the slightest. He doesn’t apologize, but does redo the bandages, looser this time, before looking back up at you for your approval.

“...Darling. Who did this to you?”

His tone seems gentle enough, like he’s trying not to scare you. But his gaze is clear, the way his crimson eyes are cold and how his features are twisted furiously.

“Dottore, I’m fine.” And just like that, you withdraw your hand, your warmth, and hurriedly move to your room.

…What?

You’re not dismissive like that.

You always tell him everything. Because he can solve everything.

Yet, now you’re keeping secrets from him?

It’s all their fault. Whoever they are.

"So if I kill them, won’t that resolve everything?" ♥

SCARAMOUCHE merely scowls, glancing at you, brows furrowed.

“What happened to you?” His voice is mixed into a scoff as he stares at you up and down, expression only worsening, for some inexplicable reason. He’s leaning against the countertop in the kitchen, looking rather… well, there’s only some slight bruising on you, but his eyes hold so much… distaste. 

“It’s nothing.” You push aside the male, heading towards your room. Scaramouche doesn’t follow after you, only intensifying his glare as he watches you shut the door without another word, letting out a little ‘tch’. 

But as soon as you’ve disappeared behind the door, the wooden counter he’s holding onto splinters under his choking grip, small shards crumbling onto the floor. Crimson blood drips from his fingers, the fragments digging into his sin, but all he can hear is the overpowering rush of his own rage.

Nothing? You think this is nothing?

You are his, and everyone knows that.

He has made it clear.

Yet, someone dares do this to you?

Perhaps it's an act to save face, an act to protect his pride, but more so, it’s an action to hurt the one who dared to hurt you, whether you want him involved or not.

The next words that come out of his mouth are fractured whispers, violet gaze focusing on the red streaming from his hand.

“You won’t have to worry, love. I already know you too well.”

“You want me to take care of this, right? To get rid of the imbecile who dared to lay a hand on you?”

“Haha, very well. It seems that tonight will be one of bloodshed.” ♥

(a/n) ...was originally going to add pantalone to this too... but then gave up. please send help

— 𝗷𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀𝘆, 𝗷𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀𝘆…♡

໒꒱ || :feat~ yandere!childe, dottore, scaramouche x gn!reader:

໒꒱ || cw: low and behold, jealousy, possessive + obsessive (who would’ve thought), oops he’s yandere mb, established relationship, dottore... chokes you? you’re his subordinate + dr*gging (scara) dont ask me what im doing i dont know either

⤷ “You’re mine, and I’ll make sure you won’t forget that.”

“Where were you yesterday night?”

CHILDE’s empty gaze lands on you and doesn’t let you leave it’s sight as soon as you walk through the door. You sense an air of displeasure surrounding your boyfriend as he leans back on the wall, arms crossed over his chest with his eyes fixtated on you. You haven’t done anything wrong, so why do you feel like a deer caught in headlights?

“I just went out with some friends…?” You aren’t sure of the source of his inexplicable anger, but you decide it’d be best not to trigger it.

“They treated me to some street food, and that was it, really…” It’s hard to elaborate further with the harbinger keeping completely silent, and his gaze feels like it’s piercing you.

He echoes a word that seems to have sparked his interest. “‘They?’” “Uhm- you know, Xingqiu, Chongyun, and Xiangling…”

Unconsciously, you let a brief smile cross your face at the mention of your good friends’ names, remembering the lively bustle of Liyue Harbor and the many laughs shared between the four of you.

It’s a sight that doesn’t escape Childe’s keen eye. Instantly, he’s three steps closer, with your chin raised in his gloved hand. “Wipe that smile off of your face, goddamnit.” He speaks through gritted teeth, though his harsh voice is obscured by the way his words come out as a soft hiss. His brows are furrowed, eyes flashing with annoyance as he pauses and takes in a deep breath.

“Wh…what’s with you? Don’t do those things so suddenly!” You yelp, attempting to move away only for your back to hit the wall.

The male only lets out a breathy laugh. “Ah, honestly, I don’t know what I’m doing either…” He’s much more reserved now, but you know him well enough to be aware of how he’s silently seething under the surface. “Archons, you’re a troublesome thing, aren’t you? To think affection would do such a thing to me… hah, what a thrill!” He glances up long enough for you to catch his twisted expression, eyes blown and a smile spreading across his face. “Jealousy, hm? Hahaha, oh how the troops would ridicule me if they knew!” He stops to take in a breath, his chest heaving up and down erratically. What a fool you’ve made me, darling.”

“Wh-What?” He’s moving closer, too close, his hot breath fanning your face.

“Look at me, you’ve made me a pliable idiot under your touch, haven’t you? Don’t even think about leaving now.”

“You don’t have to worry, all I’ll do is just make sure that pretty little head if yours doesn’t think about anything except me only.” ♡

“A friend, you say?”

DOTTORE has a quizzical look about him, as it’s rather odd how much amusement his crimson eyes hold. “Hmm, is that so?”

“Yes…?” You don’t know what has come over your boyfriend at the moment, but he ponders your words as if they hold a different meaning - which, they don’t. Something about the way he stares at you makes you feel like the guilty party… but you haven’t done anything wrong, have you?

“I need a name.” He whips out a small notebook out of seemingly nowhere, a pen also appearing in his hand.

“Oh, uhm-“ You momentarily pause, hesitant as you pictured the familiar fox-eared forest ranger. “He’s not exactly fond of the Fatui…”

The male lets out a hum, smile only spreading wider. “All the better. Explain him. Thoroughly.”

You frown. “Why are you so fixated on-“

You swallow your words as they’re interrupted by a sound that’s more akin to a bark than a  laugh. “Ahhh, I knew giving you my hand would be beneficial, just look how delightfully humorous you are!” He strides closer, one step, then another, effortlessly closing the space between the two of you. You can feel his red gaze through where it’s obstructed from the mask he always dons, and you have a feeling that his eyes are trained toward your every move. “Do you truly mean to say that I am not to ask of this ‘friend’ of yours?”

“It shouldn’t be of your concern…”

“Oh, but it is.” Dottore does what looks like a shrug, an action you certainly wouldn’t put past him. “Do I not have the right to monitor my partner’s actions? Who knows,” He steps even closer, his arms positioned in either side of you. “What kind of things you might be doing with this ‘friend’ of yours?”

“Dottore, what you’re implying right now is-!”

“My name sounds good in your mouth. You should say it more often.” Even in such a situation, he won’t stop his teasing mannerisms. “Ah, but perhaps you say his name much more often, don’t you?”

The words escape your mouth before you can halt them: “Tighnari isn’t!-“

“Tighnari, you said?” Dottore lets out a low chuckle, his voice giving way to his definite ecstasy. “Ah, so that’s his name? I’ll be sure to remember it. Hm, who knows, perhaps he’d make a wonderful subject of mine?”

“Why- Why are you doing this??”

“Isn’t it obvious, darling?” He’s shifted closer once more, and the very air you breathe feels suffocating. “I desire for you, and only you. Ahhhahah, you have me wrapped around your finger, don't you? Carve up my heart for all it matters, just be mine.” His fingers find his way around your throat, and it’s even harder to inhale than before. Dizzying black spots begin to grow larger, casting the edges of your vision into to darkness. “But in order for to us to live happily, together, I’ll have to make sure of things first… and first on the list…” A low growl makes its way out of his throat. “I’ll just need to make sure there won’t be any lasting regrets for you, hm? Just a few dead here and there, who’s really going to notice? After all…”

“I can’t have you running from my grasp, can I?” ♡

“Why didn’t you tell me that you’d be going out tonight?”

SCARAMOUCHE’s scornful glare is enough to make you cower where you stand in front of the door to his private quarters. His significantly short stature made it rather difficult for him to tower over you, but the deathly aura that surrounded the male was already more than enough.

“My apologies, sir. I was not aware that it was mandatory to inform you of my departure.” You give him a swift bow, casting your eyes to the floor. Several possibilities ran through your head. Perhaps he’d just settle for a rather harsh scolding, or maybe a social probation. Either way, a small part of you stirred in annoyance at your superior’s words. Nowhere in the trainee handbook had such a rule been written! You had heard the not quite so savory rumors of the 6th Harbinger numerous times before, and while they had never really proved to be a significant problem, the reason they had even surfaced in the first place was beginning to dawn on you.

“Where?” He raises his hand, a sign to lift your head. He’s being rather gracious today…? Perhaps he had been in a good mood - that is, until you soured it.

“I’m sorry, sir?”

“Where did you go?” There’s clear frustration in his tone for having to repeat himself.

“To the nearest marketplace. The soldiers in the east quadrant needed more supplies.”

“And you complied? You let them just push you around like that?

“Respectfully, sir, if I hadn’t, they would’ve done the same and pestered someone else. There was no task assigned to us-”

“Us?”

“I and another lieutenant, sir. He agreed to help me because-”

“Did I grant you the right to go with that scum?” It startles you, how much venom lies in his words. Posture stiffening, you manage to glance up, only to meet his burning violet gaze.

“Sir, I don’t underst-”

“Of course you don’t understand.” Something seems to suddenly come over the harbinger as he doubles over in his signature maniacal laughter. “You never understand, do you??”

You take a step back, only for your heel to hit the wall behind you. “Lord Scaramouche…?” For every quickened breath you take, he sways an inch closer.

“I’ve been sending you so many signs, doing nearly everything in my power to just make it so my affection would get through to that dense head of yours, but no, you still remain ignorant, ignorant for how much I’m willing to do for you! Anything and everything, no matter where and what. If it means words of praise from your mouth and your warmth touch, then any task is worth fulfilling.” The malice in his eyes dims slightly as he closes them, smiling at you brightly as he slides his hand into yours. His hand is cool, his skin smooth and unblemished, yet rigidly unnatural, the sharp angles of his joints proof of the way he was crafted into this world. A being… incapable of love…? No, the heartless being in front of you was certainly capable, and far too deeply immersed in the feeling. His lips brush against yours, yet darken dangerously when you shift your head away as an act of avoidance.

“Don’t be like that, not after all the trouble I’ve went through, just to ensure that you’ll finally be in my arms…” There’s a flash of light, a tendril of purple lightning, and all of a sudden, your limbs feel weak. You don’t know when you’ve collapsed onto the floor, or when you’ve been nestled into Lord Scaramouche’s arms, but you’re able to make out his words through the fog in your mind.

“Ah? It seems that the solution I slipped into your dinner proved to be quite potent. It’s a shame you won’t be seeing more of it, but alas, I can’t possibly keep you here any longer. Not when there are countless of those dogs salivating over the thought of you, those wretched vermin…” Sensation in your fingers, his lips against the back of your hand as he kisses it gently.

“There won’t be any need to worry anymore, darling. I’ll be all that you need.” ♡

(a/n) for you guys who were hoping for something soft n fluffy, sorry, please take this offering as an apology.

“Ah, I hate this feeling, whenever you hang out with them it’s just…”

“Are you… jealous?”

“What?? No, no way!! Don’t get the wrong idea, alright?”

“Don’t worry love, you are my one and only beloved, so please don’t worry about me leaving you, because rest assured, it will never happen.”

“I…😭🥹🥺🥺”

smoochy smooch the end !!

help i feel like the quality of my fanfic is just slowly degrading over time have i peaked is it just downhill from here am i growing to become old and wrinkled 😞

(oh… it’s been a while hasn’t it…. a month of unexcused absence… i was trying to post this early but the yandere theme made me reach a stalemate FUCKK IM SORRY ILL WRITE MORE PSPSPS IM SORRY FOR NEGLECTING ALL OF YOU WAAAH)

໒꒱ || ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ (open! send an ask or a comment ♡) : @manager-of-the-pudding-bank, @iamdedinside, @ilyuu, @achlysis, @swivy123

— "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

Can you do a Layla x reader fluff from genshin impact? With a gender neutral reader.

Snowflake Daydreams | Layla x GN Reader

Characters: Layla

Summary: Layla had captured your heart, and you caught hers

Warnings: Just pure fluff

It was a rather mellow day for Y/n, as most of the commissions they had accepted were finished. This was the same with the odd jobs they had done for the Akedemiya. They were wondering the streets of Sumeru city, finishing up any of the last minute shopping they needed to do before they got home. 

They glanced at the wares of some pop up shops that surrounded the city, but a figure caught their eye. Y/n turned to face bright dandelion eyes that stared into their e/c ones. Y/n looked away, feeling flustered by the beauty that had walked next to them. The girl that stared at Y/n softly smiled at them, slowly reaching for their s/c hand. 

“Hello there Y/n. What are you doing in Sumeru City?”

Y/n’s cheeks were graced with a gentle blush, trying to look for an answer. Y/n had weird feeling directed at the girl in front of them. All thoughts were wiped from their head as their eyes trailed down to their hand. Why was Y/n feeling like this?

“O-oh! H-Hello Layla, uhm, I-I’m shopping f-for groceries. W-what about you?”

Y/n internally facepalmed at all the stuttering that flowed out of their mouth. This was not how they were hoping this interaction would go at all. Layla, however, softly giggled at Y/n and their response. She seemed to notice how Y/n was feeling. 

“I was looking for you, actually. I was curious if you could come over and have dinner with me! If it’s not too much to ask, that is.”

Y/n’s flustered feelings had increased tenfold. They didn’t expect this was why Layla came all this way, just to find them. Something in Y/n’s heart felt warm and loved. Not just that, but there was this feeling of feeling special that made them jump to cloud 9. 

“O-oh! Of course not! I-I’d love to come over!”

Later that evening, after Y/n had put away everything they bought and got ready, Y/n arrived at Layla’s home. Upon entering, there was a scent of a wonderful meal being cooked and not just that but a homely smell that seemed very distinct to Layla. Y/n looked around, amazed with where Layla had resided. Layla came to the door to great her friend. 

“Welcome to my home, Y/n. Feel free to make yourself at home…”

Layla had yawned slightly, Y/n giggled seeing Layla acting like see usually does. It was odd, though, the pattern that Y/n had noticed with Layla. She would never be as tired as she was typically when Y/n was there. Y/n was pulled out of their thoughts when Layla grabbed their hand, leading them to a small dining area. 

“Here, have a seat. Dinner is almost done.”

Y/n sat down, feeling a bit guilty. They looked back to meet Layla’s enchanting yellow eyes. They felt themselves getting lost in those yellow eyes. Everything around them seemed to freeze.

“Is there something you need Y/n?”

“O-oh! No, uhm, I wanted to ask if you need any help!”

Lalya only shook her head as she walked off to grab the food. Y/n fiddled with their fingers, anxious as to how this night would go. Their emotions were making them all confused. They didn’t know why they felt so happy and comforted when they were around Layla. 

Not a minute later did Layla come back with a wonderful meal in hand. She set it down and Y/n admired it all. It was a mix of new foods they heard Layla talk to them about to some of their favorites. After everything was finished, the two gathered their plates and washed them together.  

That whole time was a bunch of cute, playful gestures from both Layla and Y/n. They lightly splashed water at each other, met with fleeting touches. It left Y/n so confused and flustered. Then something unexpected happened.

Layla faced Y/n, getting closer to their body. She gently cupped Y/n’s flushed face, taking in those e/c eyes. She slowly brought her lips to Y/n’s, making Y/n’s face erupt in a deep blush. The kiss lasted for only a short time, but it felt like an eternity to Y/n.

“W-What was that for L-Layla?”

Y/n brought their hand to their lips, trying to keep the touch from Layla preserved on their skin. Layla panicked slightly, unsure what to say. She mumbled apologies, but they fell on deaf ears. Y/n was still stuck in the kiss Layla had graced them with. 

All of a sudden, Y/n grabbed Layla’s hand, and kissed her softly. She blushed, but deepened the kiss. Y/n smiled as they pulled away, not letting go of the girl’s hand. Layla had led Y/n to her room, laying on the bed with them.

They cuddled until the end of the night. Layla had held Y/n so close, they were smiling like an idiot. Y/n was unsure as to where to put their hands, feeling anxious being so close to Layla. Y/n finally understood what they were feeling.

“I love you Layla, so very much.”

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Can you do a Layla x reader fluff from genshin impact? With a gender neutral reader.

Snowflake Daydreams | Layla x GN Reader

Characters: Layla

Summary: Layla had captured your heart, and you caught hers

Warnings: Just pure fluff

It was a rather mellow day for Y/n, as most of the commissions they had accepted were finished. This was the same with the odd jobs they had done for the Akedemiya. They were wondering the streets of Sumeru city, finishing up any of the last minute shopping they needed to do before they got home. 

They glanced at the wares of some pop up shops that surrounded the city, but a figure caught their eye. Y/n turned to face bright dandelion eyes that stared into their e/c ones. Y/n looked away, feeling flustered by the beauty that had walked next to them. The girl that stared at Y/n softly smiled at them, slowly reaching for their s/c hand. 

“Hello there Y/n. What are you doing in Sumeru City?”

Y/n’s cheeks were graced with a gentle blush, trying to look for an answer. Y/n had weird feeling directed at the girl in front of them. All thoughts were wiped from their head as their eyes trailed down to their hand. Why was Y/n feeling like this?

“O-oh! H-Hello Layla, uhm, I-I’m shopping f-for groceries. W-what about you?”

Y/n internally facepalmed at all the stuttering that flowed out of their mouth. This was not how they were hoping this interaction would go at all. Layla, however, softly giggled at Y/n and their response. She seemed to notice how Y/n was feeling. 

“I was looking for you, actually. I was curious if you could come over and have dinner with me! If it’s not too much to ask, that is.”

Y/n’s flustered feelings had increased tenfold. They didn’t expect this was why Layla came all this way, just to find them. Something in Y/n’s heart felt warm and loved. Not just that, but there was this feeling of feeling special that made them jump to cloud 9. 

“O-oh! Of course not! I-I’d love to come over!”

Later that evening, after Y/n had put away everything they bought and got ready, Y/n arrived at Layla’s home. Upon entering, there was a scent of a wonderful meal being cooked and not just that but a homely smell that seemed very distinct to Layla. Y/n looked around, amazed with where Layla had resided. Layla came to the door to great her friend. 

“Welcome to my home, Y/n. Feel free to make yourself at home…”

Layla had yawned slightly, Y/n giggled seeing Layla acting like see usually does. It was odd, though, the pattern that Y/n had noticed with Layla. She would never be as tired as she was typically when Y/n was there. Y/n was pulled out of their thoughts when Layla grabbed their hand, leading them to a small dining area. 

“Here, have a seat. Dinner is almost done.”

Y/n sat down, feeling a bit guilty. They looked back to meet Layla’s enchanting yellow eyes. They felt themselves getting lost in those yellow eyes. Everything around them seemed to freeze.

“Is there something you need Y/n?”

“O-oh! No, uhm, I wanted to ask if you need any help!”

Lalya only shook her head as she walked off to grab the food. Y/n fiddled with their fingers, anxious as to how this night would go. Their emotions were making them all confused. They didn’t know why they felt so happy and comforted when they were around Layla. 

Not a minute later did Layla come back with a wonderful meal in hand. She set it down and Y/n admired it all. It was a mix of new foods they heard Layla talk to them about to some of their favorites. After everything was finished, the two gathered their plates and washed them together.  

That whole time was a bunch of cute, playful gestures from both Layla and Y/n. They lightly splashed water at each other, met with fleeting touches. It left Y/n so confused and flustered. Then something unexpected happened.

Layla faced Y/n, getting closer to their body. She gently cupped Y/n’s flushed face, taking in those e/c eyes. She slowly brought her lips to Y/n’s, making Y/n’s face erupt in a deep blush. The kiss lasted for only a short time, but it felt like an eternity to Y/n.

“W-What was that for L-Layla?”

Y/n brought their hand to their lips, trying to keep the touch from Layla preserved on their skin. Layla panicked slightly, unsure what to say. She mumbled apologies, but they fell on deaf ears. Y/n was still stuck in the kiss Layla had graced them with. 

All of a sudden, Y/n grabbed Layla’s hand, and kissed her softly. She blushed, but deepened the kiss. Y/n smiled as they pulled away, not letting go of the girl’s hand. Layla had led Y/n to her room, laying on the bed with them.

They cuddled until the end of the night. Layla had held Y/n so close, they were smiling like an idiot. Y/n was unsure as to where to put their hands, feeling anxious being so close to Layla. Y/n finally understood what they were feeling.

“I love you Layla, so very much.”

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POV: You hold their hand

𝙳𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚒𝚏 𝚡 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍! 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝙶𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚞 𝚡 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍! 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚂𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚡 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍! 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

Ⓝⓞⓣⓔⓢ    : 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘶𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘭, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘋𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘪𝘧'𝘴, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘚𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘢'𝘴, 𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘯 𝘋𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘪𝘧'𝘴, 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘚𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘢'𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘋𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘪𝘧'𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺, 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘎𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘶'𝘴

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S̲c̲a̲r̲a̲m̲o̲u̲c̲h̲e̲:̲

   It takes a lot of strength and order to keep his position as the sixth Fatui Harbinger. Not that he fears of losing his position; he’d love to see someone dare to go against him. When it comes to vulnerability, however; that’s where he strikes out. Since he was created, he quickly learned to only count on himself. Any other emotions besides anger and pride would present him as weak. That’s why he found it rather difficult to interact with the child following closely behind him. They stuck to him like glue, their puny fingers barely grazing along the sleeve of his cloak.

  “Can I hold your hand,” the child quietly asks out of the blue. The heels of their shoes click to a sudden stop as Scaramouche turns his fierce gaze at them. He observes their fast-paced breath as they clasp their hands against their chest to ease the trepidation sinking into their heart. They barely looked at him as their (E/C) eyes dash across the ambiguous hallway.

  “What makes you think I’d let you do that?” He replies in a snarky tone. The tears that collect in their eyes makes his jaw tighten. He shouldn’t be persuaded so easily by the needs of a child. Nevertheless, the constant alarm that settles on their face is one he knows all too well; the fear of being abandoned.

  “Please,” the child hiccups, “I’m scared…”

  The Harbinger says nothing in return, but as he extends his arm out, it is clear that he needs this child as much as they need him. He would never admit it though. 

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G̲o̲r̲o̲u̲:̲

  The general of Watasumi Island is very loyal to its people; much so that he would take away every burden presented to the villagers if he could. Gorou knew the realism of that though, however; he stood proud on what he could accomplish. That’s why he was more than happy to escort the youngest solider of Sangonomiya across the vast land.

  A fervent look sets on the Gorou’s face as he calculates how far his destination is and any potential dangers that will lurk in between. He felt more than capable in protecting himself. Though, he wanted to be extra cautious for the child walking closely behind him. What would he do if something were to happen to them? 

  “Gorou?” They call as they stop in their tracks.

  “What is it, young trainee? Is something wrong?” He answers in slight panic.

  “I’m alright… Although, I feel you are worried about something. Is it me?”

  “It is my job to look after you. Do not stress yourself for my well-being.”

  The child hums in response before reaching out to Gorou. “May I hold your hand, General? I do not want to stray from you.”

  Unconsciously, Gorou’s eyes shift to the bandage wrapped securely around their face, and his ears flush downward in sorrow. He never wishes for such pain to befall them again.

  “Of course, (Y/N). You may hold my hand.” 

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  D̲a̲i̲n̲s̲l̲e̲i̲f̲:̲

  The old knight of Khaenri'ah did not pursue companionship. After many centuries of living alone, consumed by the thought of ending the Abyss, he gave up on the idea of friends a long time ago. Why prioritize something that will pass by quickly?

  Though he was sure of this, his mind betrayed him so as he his gaze kept lingering to the child beside him. A mop of (H/C) bounced as the child tries to keep pace with his stride. Orbs of (E/C) glare at the grass below, a sniffle escaping them.

  “You are not very good at hiding your emotions, young one. Do what you may, but you are welcome to confide in me,” Dainsleif announces as he stops.

  The child glances up at the man, their body trembling. Dainsleif takes note of their scared posture but says nothing. “I don’t want to…” they whimper. 

  “Whatever do you mean, child?”

  “I don’t want to be alone,” they inform with a sob, “Please don’t leave me alone…”

  Dainsleif freezes, their words striking deeply in him. He never thought much about the predicament this child was forced into. Yes, he knew that the Abyss took them for a reason, experimenting on the poor mortal in hopes of gaining intel. He himself was quite surprised when he found them tucked away in a corner after he infiltrated one of their camps. The Abyss were a nasty bunch; whatever they wanted from this child; they must’ve taken care of anything that stood in their path. This child was truly alone.

  Dainsleif sighs out, taking their hand in his. “I never planned on leaving you in the first place. Come, there is work to be done.” 

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Ruby Red

Diluc Ragnivindr x Female! Reader

Description: (Y/n) ends up breaking something as the new maid of the Dawn Winery and meets Master Diluc for the first time.

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It wasn't necessarily hard work, but it was tedious. (Y/n) couldn't help but to dig at the puffy sleeves that framed her shoulders as the fabric seemed to irritate her skin. She wasn't trying to be disrespectful, and (Y/n) would visibly cringe every time Adelinde's gaze casted over her.

She was grateful, don't get her wrong. Without the mercy Adelinde gave her with no experience, (Y/n) would probably still be in the city of Mondstat looking for work. She just didn't feel like herself in the rounded dress that was given for this particular job. Why do you have to dress this way just to clean a rich man's house?

"(Y/n), dear. Did you hear me?" Adelinde's voice calls out. The other maids giggle quietly to themselves as it was clear (Y/n) was lost in her thoughts.

"I'm sorry. What did you say?" (Y/n) asks after clearing her throat awkwardly.

"Would you be alright with cleaning the upstairs while these two works down here? I will be sure to give you a schedule and check on you now and again."

It was clear that the other two were adamant to be together as they clung to each other's arms like schoolgirls. It honestly made (Y/n) sick to see their giddy expressions. "I suppose not."

"Wonderful. I will see you in your designated spots momentarily."

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Irritation seeps from (Y/n)'s pores as she dusts away at the mantle above her. The money was worth it, but doing double the work with something she wasn't used to make her muscles ache. Apparently, one of the girls who was training alongside (Y/n) got sick. Why the other had to leave with her made no sense, but at least Adelinde offered to finish up with her. Not that (Y/n) would leave the older woman to do this work herself; she had nowhere else to go anyway.

The sun barely lit the wooden floors of the Dawn Winery, and the servants began to light candles before their leave for the night. (Y/n)'s limbs ache from a long day's use, tiredness clawing at her eyes. (Y/n) found it harder to stand on the tips of her toes as she reached over her head to swipe the feather down brush behind the vases that stood on the shelving.

Unfortunately, (Y/n) hit one of the glasses with the edge of her knuckles and it slipped off with a loud shatter. She could barely process what happened before fiery red filled her vision.

"Step back, you'll step in it." A monotone voice commands, "What are you even doing here so late? All servants are required to go home before sundown."

(Y/n) observes the man dressed in black for a moment before kneeling down beside him. "I can clean up after myself, thank you."

She can feel his gaze on her as his hands still over the broken pieces. "Excuse me?"

The man sounded more confused if anything, but the tone caused (Y/n) to grovel regardless. "I, um... all I mean is that it was my clumsiness that caused this, so I should be the one that cleans it. Hopefully, I won't get into too much trouble." The last part was more to herself, but it caused the man to chuckle. Ruby eyes greet her as she looks at him in surprise. "What's so funny?"

"The vase had nothing of value, do not worry."

"How do you know?"

"Master Diluc," Adelinde says from behind, "I see you've met the new maid in training."

(Y/n)'s whole body feels as though spikes of ice went through her skin as the man beside her stands.

"I hope your day has been well," Adelinde says with a bow.

"It was fine, thank you. If you wouldn't mind, Adelinde, could you catch one of the workers from outside to throw out this glass. I request that this woman be sent home for the night."

"Yes, Master Diluc," Adelinde responds before turning towards the girl. "You may go home now, dear. Come back bright and early tomorrow morning."

It felt like time stood as (Y/n) lifted herself from the ground. She made sure to keep her head low as she passed by the two, embarrassment warming her cheeks.

"Goodnight, miss Adelinde," (Y/n) manages out before quickly shutting the door.

Adelinde lets out a sigh as she takes the broom off the wall to collect the smaller pieces of broken glass into a pile. Diluc remains fixated on the front door, eyes narrowing intensely.

"Adelinde... who was that girl?" He mutters.

"That was (Y/n). I found her looking for work in the city. I thought we could use the extra help," the woman answers.

"Hm... (Y/n) who?"

"She only gave me her first, sir. I didn't ask any further questions, I'm afraid."

"Interesting..." Diluc responds shortly before turning to the stairs, "I bid you goodnight, Adelinde."

(Sfw) A day with Albedo

Characters: Albedo x GN!Reader

Warnings: None

WC: 943 words

For Albedo, the mornings in Dragonspine start with him hunched over his alchemy table as the sun rises. Beakers bubble and boil as steam rises through the air. Complete solitude and quiet-- the perfect environment for experimenting.

For you, the mornings in Dragonspine start with you making your way to Albedo's lab. When you arrive, his back is turned to you, clearly focused on the mess of papers and reports sprawled all over his table. You set down the basket of snacks you brought him, carefully approaching the alchemist so as to not make a sound.

By the time you were right behind him, he had yet to even acknowledge you. You watched him at first, observing the small movements of his body. How his hair shifts as he looks around his desk, and how his coat twists with his body. Deciding you finally want attention from Albedo, you reach over and gently grab him by his waist, wrapping your fingers around and digging them slightly into his sides. He lets out an uncharacteristic yelp in surprise, nearly dropping the test tubes he was holding. He looks back, about to snap at whoever just grabbed him, but the words die in his throat when he sees it's you, flashing him a cheeky smile.

"Oh, Y/N. Hello...do you enjoy startling others who are holding dangerous and unknown liquids?" He questions, slowly putting down the tubes. You giggle, shaking your head.

"I like watching you work. It's very calming. Maybe I can finish some work today!"

Albedo nods in acknowledgment, understanding the reason behind your visit.

"If you need anything, just ask."

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You both ended up getting lost in your work, not looking up from what you were both working on for hours on end. Albedo remained by his alchemy table while you sat at the writing desk, scribbling away on some reports. You two probably would've worked till sunset if it weren't for one thing: your stomach letting out a loud growl. You stop working at once, feeling your cheeks get hot.

"Maybe it's time for a snack. What do you think Albedo?"

You don't get an answer. Assuming he was still trapped by his experiments, you turn around to ask again. You're greeted by a slumped-over alchemist whose face was pressed on the table. His cheek was squished, forcing some drool to dribble out. The sight made your chest swell-- you knew the man didn't sleep much and the fact he felt comfortable enough to fall asleep with you nearby made you feel especially elated. You didn't have long to enjoy the moment because your stomach growled again, reminding you why you were trying to get the alchemist's attention in the first place.

You step closer and lean down, gently nudging his shoulder.

"Albedo, wake up. I'm a little hungry," you try, keeping your voice low. He stirs a bit, making a low rumbling sound as he rises from his slumber. His eyes flutter open, and he looks up at you as they regain focus.

"Y/N...did I fall asleep?"

You nod, watching as he slowly sits up properly, blinking the sleep away. His hair was slightly out of place-- some of the strands sprawled on his forehead.

"I apologize. I'm sure you're hungry-- the position of the sun indicates we've been here for quite a few hours. We can-"

He stops himself when he can feel your fingers on his forehead, gently swiping the hair strands away from his face. He watches you carefully as you tidy up his hair, picking up on your quiet humming. When you're done, you pull away and offer a small smile.

"Sorry, I just wanted to get that for you. I am in fact hungry though--let's eat!" You turn and walk off to grab your stuff. "I'm sure I have my portable stove and some ingredients to cook us something yummy."

Albedo watches on, slowly bringing his hand up to his head. The feeling of your fingers on his head remains and he can't help the fuzzy sensation traveling through his body.

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After a nice warm lunch, you both resume your work. Before long, the sun has start to set-- the day was coming to an end. You didn't want to travel back to Mondstadt at night, what with the cold and darkness, so you had gone ahead and packed your things.

"Thanks again for letting me stay and work here, 'bedo! I got a lot of work done," you thank Albedo, slinging your bag over your shoulder. "Can I come back another day?"

"You're always welcome here at my lab, Y/N. You never need to ask," he answers.

And he meant it-- you were respectful of his time and his need for complete focus. You treated passing adventurers with kindness and were always patient. And when you spoke to Albedo? There was this look of adoration that was always present in your eyes. And that nickname you sometimes called him-- 'bedo. How could he not want you by him?

"Thank you so much, 'bedo!" You reach over and squeeze his hands tightly in yours, smiling up at him. "I'll see you next time!"

With that, you were off-- you started sprinting down the snowy path back down the mountain, back towards Mondstadt where your house was. As Albedo watched you leave, he couldn't help but feel...sad. While he knew you would come back, he seemed no longer interested in continuing his experiment or updating his journal. Nothing seemed appealing without your presence next to his.

No matter, He muses to himself. I'll just prepare for their next visit.

Requests are open ✧˚~

The sky was painted in shades of twilight as the Crux finally docked, its journey over for the time being. Kaedehara Kazuha, a wandering samurai, leapt gracefully onto the dock, his platinum blond hair fluttering with the breeze. A soft sigh of relief escaped his lips as he set foot back on familiar ground. He had been away for weeks, traveling with Beidou’s crew across the seas. But now, his heart was eager for one thing: home.

He walked down the familiar paths of Inazuma, the sunset casting a warm glow over everything. Each step brought him closer to the place that truly mattered—the person he cherished more than any voyage or adventure. His thoughts wandered to you, imagining your soft smile, the warmth of your embrace.

Finally, the sight of your shared home came into view. Kazuha paused for a moment, taking in the peaceful scenery, the garden you both tended together, the small house that was filled with memories. He quietly slid open the door, not wanting to startle you.

"Kazuha?" Your voice was soft, filled with surprise and joy. You appeared from the kitchen, your eyes widening at the sight of him.

He smiled, his eyes gentle and full of love. “I’m home.”

Without another word, you rushed into his arms, burying your face in his chest. Kazuha held you close, his arms tightening around you as if he never wanted to let go. The scent of the sea still clung to him, but beneath it was something deeply familiar, something that always reminded you of warmth and safety.

"I missed you," you whispered, your voice muffled against his clothes.

"I missed you too," he murmured, resting his chin atop your head. His hand gently stroked your back in soothing motions. "Every day I thought of you. The sea is vast, but no matter how far I traveled, my heart always led me back here, to you."

You smiled against his chest, feeling a soft flutter in your heart. Pulling back slightly, you gazed up at him, eyes shining with love and relief. “I made your favorite tea. Would you like some?”

Kazuha nodded with a soft chuckle. “That sounds perfect.”

The two of you settled down by the low table, the steam from the tea curling between you like a delicate dance. You talked quietly, your voices filling the quiet room, a gentle contrast to the silence of the time spent apart. Kazuha recounted his latest journey—the stars he saw, the wind’s songs he listened to, and the peaceful moments he had spent thinking of you.

As the night deepened, the two of you moved out to the porch, sitting together in the garden under the moonlight. The gentle breeze rustled the leaves, carrying the scent of night-blooming flowers. Kazuha sat behind you, pulling you into his lap, his arms wrapped securely around your waist.

“The wind is gentle tonight,” he said softly, resting his head on your shoulder.

You leaned back into his warmth, feeling the steady beat of his heart against your back. “It feels like it’s welcoming you home.”

Kazuha smiled at your words, pressing a tender kiss to the side of your neck. “I think you’re the one who makes it feel like home,” he whispered, his voice full of affection.

You blushed, turning your head slightly to meet his gaze. His eyes were soft, filled with a quiet intensity that always made your heart skip a beat.

“Kazuha…” You reached up, cupping his cheek gently.

“I’m here now,” he said, his voice low and soothing. “And I won’t be leaving for a while. Let’s just stay like this, for as long as we can.”

You nodded, resting your head against his chest as the two of you watched the stars twinkle above. The world seemed to quiet around you, leaving only the soft sounds of the night and the steady rhythm of Kazuha’s breathing.

In that moment, everything felt right. No words were needed—just the warmth of his arms around you, the quiet peace of being together again. It was solace, pure and simple, and in Kazuha’s embrace, you knew that no matter how far he wandered, he would always find his way back to you.

And for now, that was enough.