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—drowning in the ashes of my past regrets.

zhongchi; cw: none.

word count: 249

I always thought cowards ran, but now I know, sometimes the only way to win is to run away.

His feet hit the ground, kicking up large dust clouds. He's exposed. Rips and tears making his clothing unrecognizable. There's cuts on his skin and dirt in his blood. He can feel his head ache, a soft ringing in his ear reminding him to never forget.

Sometimes the only way to win is to run away; can he win? Is he fast enough? Is he angry enough? He had all the energy in the world, tonight he'll take flight, far far away.

He didn't look back as he ran, he ignored the screams for help—ignored the fires hunger. The ache in his bones, his blood mixing in with that of others; he ignored everything.

He had to.

"Forgive me." He said to no one. The cool night air whipped him across the face; he accepted forgiveness with grace. "Thank you..."

When no one's around to listen there's no sound heard; when no one's alive to accept forgiveness you can't possibly be forgiven.

It's said on that night, after the winds whipped him, the heavens looked down upon him. They granted him rebirth—a phoenix made of pure hydro—and he took flight to Liyue.

When his feet hit soil once more he was greeted by a lone man. Although man wouldn't possibly be enough to describe him—he held himself like a God.

How interesting.

"Where am I?" He's tired. "Who are you?"

The Villain: I am a wanted criminal who has murdered people. I have committed several crimes and I am severely mentally ill. You should fear me.

Me: aw hello little skrunkly baby <33

I’m just gonna say it, I just fucking KNOW that Childe has a ✨whiny✨ voice

Pov: You are hiding under their desk

Author’s note: Dear Archons, please give me Diluc. Thank you.

Summary: You are a young child taken in by one of the characters. This is their reaction if you hid under their desk. The reader is gender neutral.

Warnings: None (Besides corny nicknames)

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Diluc:

• It was later in the evening before Diluc finally made it back to the Dawn Winery. He trudged through his office, his limbs heavy with exhaustion. The sight of the documents stacked neatly upon his desk made the pulse in his temple intensify. Nevertheless, he pulls the cushioned chair out and sits down in a hunched fashion. He plucks the quill from its stupor, before gazing along the first set of words before him. A few minutes pass with him scribbling away, the relaxing sound of the fireplace crackling away easing his tense stature. His pen then freezes as the side of his pant’s leg is pulled. His ruby eyes narrow and he leans back, just to catch sight of two (E/C) ones looking up at him from underneath the desk. 

• “You’re supposed to be asleep,” He sternly remarks, “How did you get in here?”

• The young child frowns and tucks themselves further away from Diluc’s legs. “I’m sorry, Master Diluc. I was worried something happened and couldn’t sleep…” They answer in a shy voice, “I wanted to make sure you were okay, so I waited for you to come back from town.”

• Diluc huffs in response to their explanation, but his hard stare softens as the child yawns. “You should get to bed. You have schooling to do tomorrow.”

• “Oh, but… can’t I stay up with you a little longer? Please?”

• A sigh escapes the Ragnvindr before he picks the child off the ground and sets them on his lap. “Only for a little while,” He replies. He does nothing to stop them from closing their eyes though, and a ghost of a smile settles on his face as they rest their head against his shoulder.

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Kaeya:

• If the Calvary Captain is not seen loitering about the streets of Mondstat or having a few drinks at the tavern, he was most likely in his office. A miserable groan is let out as the cryo user thinks about it so as he flips through the new guidebook made by Grand Master Jean. It was an awfully boring day for Kaeya, and though the sun lit the room in a beautiful golden color, he silently wished for it to go down faster. He’s been in here for way too long, he thinks; he’s wasting precious time away by skimming through rules that don’t even apply to him. He shuts the book with a loud THUNK before staring up at the ceiling. Lost in his own thoughts, he was quite surprised when a blunt force grabs a hold of his leg. A chuckle heaves out of him as he grabs the source from underneath his desk. His gloved hands dance across their torso and giggles erupts suddenly.

• “Stop! Stop!” The child begs as they cradle themselves in his lap. He gives into their commands, his fingers nestling in their (H/C) hair.

• “How long were you down there, little ankle bitter?” He asks with a smirk upon his face.

• “Captain Kaeya! You always say to take advantage of your opponent’s position. So, I waited for you to relax before going in for the kill! I waited patiently, then BAM! I got ya, didn’t I? Aren’t you proud of me?”

• “I am very proud of you, (Y/N), but next time, maybe don’t try to bite my foot off, hm?”

• “You got it, Captain Kaeya!”

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Childe:

• The 11th Harbinger had to stop himself from grabbing on to his assistance's neck as she follows him down the hallway to his office. Childe could feel his frustration bubbling in his gut, and it took every ounce of his being not to snap at the poor woman. “I’m well aware of the position we are currently in with this withdrawal. I will come up with a solution as soon as I can.”

• “Sir, the deadline is coming up fairly quickly. Don’t you think we should take that into accountability?” She politely responds.

• Childe’s hold on the doorknob tightens greatly and the buzz of bloodshed soaks into every nerve. As his gaze looks upon the Fatui agent, her whole-body cradles into itself. “I will get to it when I’m ready,” He announces coolly before slamming the door.

• He collapses into his chair, his fingers pulling harshly at his hair. He lets out a sigh as he thinks through the options available as of now.

• “Aj…” A whisper calls for him under the desk, “Are you okay?”

• “Angel cakes,” the man answers with slight shock, “What are you doing down there?”

• “I heard yelling and got scared…”

• “Oh, I’m sorry. There is nothing to fear though. Why don’t you come out?”

• “There are no bad guys, right?”

• “Right.”

• Childe coaxes them out from hiding and settles them into his lap. The feeling of anger that was present before slowly but surely disappears as he hugs the little human. “Don’t you worry, (Y/N). No bad guys will ever get to you while I’m here. That’s a promise.”

💙 Show me your side of the world 💙

I can't bring myself to draw human ship art so I made this instead 💪🏻

The whale represents Childe 🐳

The butterfly represents Emiko 🦋

Hello from Snezhnaya, buddy~

You know what? Fuck you *un-animes your anime boy*

Idk I don’t play Genshin anymore idfk what his design is lol

Also I’m pretty sure he’s canonically Russian? Or the fantasy equivalent? So I don’t *think* I’m whitewashing him but uhhhhhhh I’m sincerely sorry if I am lol.

Anyway I wanted to give Tartaglia freckles like the ginger he is

childe being desperate to sway you off your feet and save you. .

he is family oriented but never really had a chance to think about finding a wife until things settled in liyue. childe then meets you, a dendro wielder that worked as a herb grower just outside of the city.

he remembers seeing you chat to baizhu, hand on your hip while you nag him about resting. oh, he wanted you to be his. he approaches you after baizhu had left, watching you tie your hair back again, groaning at the pain in your back.

he offers a hello and introduction, receiving the same in return surprisingly. you look so. . weary of him but not for long! childe returns each day and brings you something, unsure of how to attract you. each day, you look a little more comfortable with him.

one day, you asked childe to help ease one spot in your back. you had been bending, crouching and lifting all day so it was an innocent request between friends. but of course, his mind wandered to the scenario that you were carrying his child and your back was aching from that, not from your unnecessary work!

childe shakes himself out of his daydream, vowing to claim you as his and his alone.

𝕬𝖉 𝕬𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖆 . . ⛥ 𝐈𝐈

ft. the harbingers, the tsaritsa, venti (briefly)

cw. nudity (sfw), suggestive talk, mentions of death

a/n. can't stop playing the sumeru symphony rn,, so good yum! also I CANT WAIT FOR SUMERU OMGGG!! please fucking talk to me abt sumeru, i will send hugs!

The night sky was vast in stars and constellations. . though, something had shone brighter than them all. It flickered across the sky, leaving an orange-yellow trail behind it.

A woman had stood on a tall hill, hair blowing in the wind. Something was off putting. Her finger tips began to glow, the golden dust look trailing up her arms. She looked back with a look of pure rage, eyes looking down upon them.

Next, the world began to burn around the woman, arm raised up and hand curled into a fist as she smiled with pleasure. .

Barbatos, rather known as Venti, woke up with a loud gasp. He blinked once, then twice. He craned his head upwards, looking around. As usual, he was beneath the giant oak tree in Windrise. He yawned widely and relaxed once again, plopping his head back down onto the grass below.

What could've that dream meant? It was odd for him to not dream, especially after a night of drinking but it was stupid things that him getting cat ears like Diona or having birdlike wings on his back. Something that would put the wind up was never common unless something serious was going to occur. Was this a message from someone? Perhaps Celestia? No, it couldn't be. His Gnosis was stolen a long time ago, any connection to Celestia would've been severed.

Who was this person? He needed to know so that he could prepare for the future.

In Zapolyarny palace, the Tsaritsa and you were having tea together. It was becoming a pattern that you two created. Each day, you'd gather for tea in a quiet room and talk about things for an hour or two. It was no different that day.

"So, I assume most of the Harbingers are returning to their. . business in the respective nations?" You asked, shifting in your seat. The Tsaritsa sat across from you, taking a sip from her tea cup. "They are, though some will remain here." She replied, setting her cup down on the saucer silently. "Do you want a certain one to remain here? If so, I can always reassign a mission to another. I have spotted you eyeing Pierro." The corners of her lips curled into a mischievous smile.

You sighed softly, shaking your head. "No, no. I was just curious is all." You took a sip of the strong tea, assuming that she had chosen the flavour this round. It was probably some native tea, it had an under taste of flames, possibly boiled over coal or charcoal. "I don't have romantic feelings for him if that's what you're implying. He just. . he seems familiar in a sense. His eyes, they're like mine. I know I was most of the err. . main branch when it came to people adapting the same pupils." You explained, eyes glancing off to the side.

"May I remind you that I'm a widow. I don't think any man or woman would be interested in a widowed immortal being, my dear friend." You shrugged and reached towards the small plate that held tarts with raisins in them, taking one and putting it on a side plate for yourself. You cut it in half before eating, nibbling on one side. "Nonsense! You're one of a kind, but what if you weren't just a widow?"

She might've been right. After all, before you were married, you were many things but those were long gone. Nobody would seek your attention or beg for your blessing in knowledge anymore. Even the art of Astrology doesn't bring her up anymore unless one were to go digging in ancient scrolls and writings.

"Hmf, I guess so. Why are you so insistent on proving me wrong on this, hm?" Your eyebrow raised slightly before you took a sip of your tea again, letting it sit on your tongue. "Haven't you thought about expanding on what you are or could be? You could still be a widow but also, you could hold concubines and become a wife again. You can teach your children about Khemia and make it enlightening again."

You choked on the liquid, patting your chest softly to ease the uncomfortable sensation. Inhaling a breath of fresh air, you replied. "Concubines? You mean, male ones or females? I can produce life both ways but the latter gender is. . unexplored. I can't imagine myself becoming with child again and travelling Teyvat, looking for my daughter." You snorted at the thought.

Having another child had entered your mind before but you never actually acted on the thought. Hecate's pregnancy was enough for the time being. Since you were not entirely human, the months of which you carried her were elongated; twenty-four months. She was healthy in the end which was enough for you but being pregnant for two years was never fun. Yet, you still think about it.

A knock at the door interrupted your reflection of the past, head turning to look at the door. The Tsaritsa sighed and gave the go ahead for the person to enter.

Pantalone had entered, bowing at the two of you. "My apologies, your Majesty, your Excellency." His words were elegant and came out as smooth as honey that was warm. His words matched his clean attire, which was aesthetically pleasing. "I'd like to inform you that Tartaglia has departed in irritance to find the Balladeer." Well, that wasn't expected.

You glanced over to her, waiting for the Tsaritsa's response. "Foolish child, he has once again gone off again." She murmured, staring at her cup before making eye contact with Pantalone again. You hummed softly under your breath. "He hasn't gone far, has he? If not, I'd like a word with this boy."

"Ah? Then I shall have someone retrieve him from the docks. He was going to apparently take a ship to Inazuma." Pantalone spoke again, turning to walk into the hallway where he spoke to lesser guards.

Whilst the Harbinger was doing so, Tsaritsa gave you a look. You rolled your eyes and stuck your nose up at her playfulness.

Pantalone returned, bowing again. "He will be returned to the palace immediately, your Majesty, Excellency." He stood still for a moment, waiting for his dismissal. You knew how she worked and decided to dismiss him yourself, waving him off so that you could enjoy the little time you had with her.

"How about him? He would be a fine concubine."

"Oh shush, I'd rather listen to the wind."

After being prepared for the harsh cold, you had waited outside the palace doors for Childe. The heaviness of the thick cloak had made your shoulders tired and legs weak but you continued to be patient for the return of the childish ginger.

Once he came into view, you straightened up and watched as he bowed. "Your Excellency, you called for me?" It was obvious that something was off about him. He still seemed a little irritable underneath the polite smile and gestures. Was it an argument gone wrong or something else that knawed at his patience?

"I'd like to discuss your rather immature behaviour. I've heard about your past mistakes and the one that happened mere moments ago. I'd like to talk some sense into you before you go and chase ghosts, Tartaglia." You began to walk alongside him, sliding your own arm around his offered bent one. He was silent for a second before responding to your clear concerns. "I understand, please do enlighten me on your concerns, if you may?"

You nodded your head and looked forwards, watching where you stepped. "I'm speaking to you as a mother, an experienced being if you will. You're going to be wasting time chasing after someone who doesn't want to be found right away. His work of hiding his tracks will get sloppier over time because he will think he got away. Tugging on his coat tails will not only make him skittish but it will make you a fool." The words began to sink into his mind, his mouth remaining closed as he processed your little speech or rather lecture. It was satisfying to see someone lost in thought after telling them something they never thought about before.

Childe was speechless, "I, hm." You glanced up at him, waiting for him to carry on with what he was going to say. "Thank you for that, it cleared my head. Avoiding this trip would save Tonia and Teucer a little stress. Oh, they're my siblings, they think I'm a toymaker of the sort." You couldn't help but laugh at the last sentence. A toymaker? How odd.

"I assume you'd like to keep their innocence in the matter? How kind of you. Perhaps you have more sense in you than I thought." The both of you chuckle and stop after making a lap around the courtyard. Childe had felt a little giddy after making you laugh. He had done something right to please you and now he knew who to go to when he was in a fit of rage or irritation.

"I believe I should make my way inside for other things. Please do be careful, Tartaglia." He nodded and bent down to kiss your hand while on his knee. "Thank you, your Excellence." You smiled a little and retracted your hand, entering the palace.

Hours later, you find yourself alone again. Supper had been dealt with and it was time to relax. You had requested a hot bath to be drawn and mint tea to be boiled. Both came relatively quickly thanks to your servants.

You slid into the tub after removing all your heavy clothing, humming at the heat. The silence had surrounded you, mind wandering to your past almost instantly. Of course, any chance you had, you would think of fluttering memories. But now, you could really delve into your thoughts until the water was cold.

You thought about Sumeru, your second home. The first home was the stars; the endless space that would guide you throughout the cosmos and around the space rocks. Sumeru. . oh how you missed it. The music, dancing, feasts. . oh! The vast amount of knowledge available too. You could teach everything you know there as well. You began to wonder if the people there still didn't dream. It just seemed like everything you had once preached was forgotten or not important. Yes, astrologers and those who read the stars still practice what you created but not as frequently; it was called a sham.

Sighing, you laid your head back against the rim of the tub, eyes closing as you reminisced the 'good' days.

The emotions began to hit you much deeper than expected. Something in your stomach began to churn, chest becoming heavy as you thought about Hecate. There were so many unanswered questions about your offspring that needed to be answered. The thing that lingered in your mind the most was 'is she okay?' It didn't matter what she did now or who she supported, all you needed to know is if she had good health.

Before you knew it, the salty tears ran down your cheeks, nose burning softly with snot bubbling in the back of the canal. You sat up and pulled your knees to your chest, arms wrapped around them in an attempt to provide yourself more security. Head tilted down, you wished again to see your kin. Perhaps this wish would be granted too. .