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craving smthn soft with yan venti and freminet........ just... sweet words about how theyll never let you go, or think badly of you while holding you in their arms all snuggly in bed (whether you like it or not)

i love the contrast between venti and freminet, such gentle kind souls whilst also being entirely different at the base. A five star, anemo bow user, from mondstat versus a four star, cryo claymore user, from fontaine XD

Warning: this post contains yandere-themes, including obsessive behaviors, a little bit of delusional behaviors, the rest is just soft stuff :D, and other potential topics. Please read at your own risk!

Yandere!Venti is in his element here, soft and sweet words whispered into your ear as he holds you close. The two of you laying together in bed as he keeps your head tucked onto his chest, his fingers tracing shapes that you don’t recognize faintly over your shoulder blades.

While he isn’t entirely opposed to using it, Venti prefers to keep violence and force out of the relationship, he wants you to naturally seek his company, to want him as badly as he wants you.

It’s why he never fuses or fights when you want affection or attention, gladly dropping whatever he’s doing to put all his attention on you. You are the only thing that really matters in his mind, all other things are lost among the absolute that is you. The way your every thought consumes him whole, his false heart seeming to beat out of control for you at just the thought of your presence.

His poetic nature only makes his words much sweeter, lips spewing endless trains of sugar coated symphonies that only your ears get to bear witness to.

Hours have passed feeling merely like minutes as you laid there, curled up in Venti’s embrace as his lips moved continuously. You didn’t know how he seemed to come up with such endless thoughts, and when asked he only replied that he could talk about you till the end of time. A silly, poetic answer, but one that carried still a lot of weight. A hum of content leaves your lips as you feel his fingers pick up their motions again. You weren’t familiar with the symbols Venti traced, even as you tried to reimagine them in your mind, it still never even came out to anything remotely legible to you. Whether it was just random patterns and swirls or something deeper to Venti didn’t matter much to you, just so long as he continued to love you so devotedly.

Yandere!Freminet is not good with words. He doesn’t know how to say all the sweet frilly stuff that couples say to each other. His fluster and stumbled words always tripping him up when he even thinks about what to say to you.

What he doesn’t mess up on talking about though is machines, because he knows machines. He knows how they work and what should and shouldn’t be with them, they have absolutes, something that words of affection sometimes don’t

So in his own, loving way, he talks about you as if you were a machine. If you were a robot that he built, how would he build you? Where does he start, what kind of material and parts does he use and what would you be built for. He explains it all in detail to you. 

He tells you about the kinds of repairs and maintenance you might need. How often you might need a good polishing or a new coat of paint. If it has anything to do with machinery he will talk about it. It’s almost weird, but endearing in a way. To have someone think so deeply about you as an individual, discussing every small detail and piece of you with such invested interest. It’s strange, but so genuinely Freminet.

You could listen to Freminet talk for hours, laying beside you on the grass, hand holding yours as he gazes deeply into your eyes. Occasionally he sits up, leaning over you to trace down a specific part of your body, using the real you to explain the pretend machine you as a concept. It’s cute, the way he focuses so intently on describing every detail for you, running over the same part over and over again in his head until he’s certain you can picture the same thing he sees. He’s a little strange, but he’s so devoted to you, to everything that is or in relation to you. He’s Freminet, your dorky partner.

— BLACKOUT

your boyfriend gets himself blackout drunk and you have to come pick him up.

venti, rich!gn!reader

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warnings... alchohol income, swearing (like once), not sure if there’s anymore but lmk if i missed some!

YOUR phone’s screen lit up, illuminating the dimly lit room of you and your boyfriend. It vibrated on the nightstand, making a buzzing noise that at first, barely — if not didn’t — wake you up.

Twisting in the silk sheets, you turned to your side and grabbed your phone; squinting upon the bright light shining on your face.

Someone was calling, how strange. At this time, so late in the night? Reading the Caller ID, you saw that it was Diluc of the Ragnvindr’s. Their father had a wine business that your mother had often ordered from. Diluc and you were well acquainted, so it was not surprising to see he had your number and you had his.

You swiped the call icon to the right, answering the call. “Hello, Diluc?” You spoke groggily.

“Ah Y/N, glad I still have the right number.” Diluc replies, chuckling. “I do hope I didn’t wake you up but Venti is your lover, right? Unless I’m mistaken, that is.” He asked, adding the last bit quickly.

You shook your head with a soft smile. “It’s alright, Diluc. And yes, Venti is my boyfriend, why do you ask?”

“Hm, I’m afraid he’s passed out drunk at the bar, Charles is currently attending at the stand while I’m in the backroom and your boyfriend on a mattress.” Diluc explained. You furrowed your eyebrows.

You knew your boyfriend was an alcoholic but you never thought he’d drink that much.

“Alright, let me get dressed and I’ll be there soon.” You sighed, “Thank you for informing me, Diluc.”

“Anytime, [name].” He said before hanging up.

You got yourself out of bed and hurriedly put some clothes on, even if it were just pants and a coat over your nightwear along with leather boots.

Taking a bag from your closet, you hung it around your shoulder before leaving your abode and getting into your car. Carefully, as you were still half asleep, you drove to the bar that Venti often visited.

It wasn’t too far but it was tedious to get there as you had to pass intersections and car crash scenes so some roads were closed. Either way, it only took you 20 minutes to get there.

Parking, you twisted the key out of the holder and shoved it into your jacket pocket. You walked out of your car, double checking to make sure you locked it and left no personally belongings. I mean, you’ll never know what’ll happen this late at night.

Your shoes clicked against the blacktop and sidewalk as you walked to enter the bar. When opening the door, you found yourself to be extremely out of place and overdressed. Still, you chided over to the bar with confidence — Chin up and shoulders broad.

“Ah, you must be [name]? Master Diluc told me to keep an eye out for an elegantly dressed person.” Charles greeted with a smile. You laughed, and nodded.

“Indeed I am, is Diluc still around?” You questioned standing politely among the drunkies who sat admiring your figure.

“Yep, he’s in the back. I’ll tell him you’ve arrived.” Charles told you before walking into the backroom. It wasn’t long before Diluc came out and escorted you to the backroom.

You’d be lying if you said that you didn’t feel any eyes on you and Diluc. It was no secret that you two had been involved together so everyone watched in envy, nosiness, or admiration.

It was obvious Diluc felt uncomfortable as well but neither of you said anything. Opening the door to the back, revealed your boyfriend as Diluc said, black out drunk.

You bit your bottom lip, and Diluc left you alone while he and Charles went to the bar. You sighed softly as you went towards Venti. Slowly, you put the back of your hand on his forehead. It was room temperature which was good.

Carefully, you put his arms around your shoulders as you supported him from the behind. No literally, from his behind. You had to hold him up with one arm which was fairly easy due to his scrawny figure. Don’t let that fool you in playful fights though, that man can pack one hell of a punch.

Opening the door, you walked towards the bar again. You opened your bag and placed not one, not two, not three, not four, but five pouches filled with Mora onto the countertop.

Diluc immediately declined with his mouth agape, that had to be triple the amount he made in profits a month. However, you insisted.

“I know we go a long way back [name], but please, this is your money. Besides you hadn’t even bought anything, there is no need for you to pay.” Diluc nearly shouts but yet he says it so quietly and calmly that it didn’t attract attention.

“Should I add more then? I have 5 more pouches with me right now. Plus, this is a thank you for taking care of Venti while I came over here and that hefty tab he must have.” You responded with a persistent tone that told Diluc you weren’t gonna leave unless he accepted the Mora, so he did but not at his own will let me tell you that.

Perks of working in the business industry is that you’d learn how to persuade people easily. With a sincerely thankful smile, you walked out the bar with Venti still on your back.

You hastily walked back to the car, putting Venti in the passenger seat next to the driver’s seat. You put the chair down slightly so that he could lay down while you drove back to the house — which was much more like a mansion rather than a simple two story house.

At a stop light, you looked over at Venti with pity. You’ve always wondered why he’d drink, especially hefty amounts. He said not to worry but you couldn’t help the anxious concern that would arise when he didn’t come home in time. You glanced up at the light signals, it flashed green indicating to go as soon as you looked up.

Stepping on the gas pedal, you tried to drive back smoothly to not disturb your boyfriend. Occasionally, you did look at Venti then back to the road then back to Venti but mainly at the road.

You pulled up into the driveway, not bothering to open the garage and park the car in there, along with the many other cars you guys owned.

Getting the car, you closed your side of the door softly before walking around to the other side and carrying Venti out and into the house bridal style. You closed his side of the door as well.

You strided over to the front door, by now, the sun was starting to rise and that meant work started soon. You made a list of everything you had to do. First, get Venti into a comfortable bed. Second, call your boss and tell her your situation. Third, make food for you and Venti.

Entering the code to the door, you opened it and carefully went up the staircases to the grand bedroom, aka, your guys’ room. Cautiously, you put your boyfriend down onto the bed, tucking him in and fixing the pillows beneath his head for it to be more comfortable.

Step one, done. Step two, started.

You dug for your phone inside the bag that was still on you. Entering your password, you went to the Contacts app and clicked on your boss’s profile to call her.

Luckily for you, she had picked up.

“Ah [name], what are you calling for?” Ningguang asked with almost a serious tone.

“Ningguang! I’m glad you picked up.” You started wandering around the mansion to go downstairs. “Unfortunately, my boyfriend has passed out and I won’t be able to make it to work so I can take care of him. If possible, I can pick up the documents and work on them from home. Anything else I can do tomorrow.”

Ningguang hummed in understanding. “I see, take care of your boyfriend, [name]. I’ll be expecting you at the office to pick up the documents.” She says before hanging up, not letting you squeeze in a ‘Thank You’.

As if on queue, the morning bodyguards have arrived. You heard the faintest of footsteps and the phone had given you a notification that the camera had picked up activity.

You opened the door and as expected, the bodyguards who had been assigned to your front door were there. Smiling, you greeted them.

“Beidou, Kazuha! May one of you guard Venti and I’s room? I have to get something from my work real quick.” You stated. Beidou and Kazuha looked at each other, almost as if communicating telepathically before one of them spoke up.

“I’ll go, stay safe Boss. Could you uh, also say hi to Lady Ningguang for me?” Beidou says, mumbling the last part.

“Oh?” You teased, amusement in your voice. “Kazuha, did you hear that?” You chuckled, light teasing heard in your voice.

Kazuha nodded his head with a grin. “In fact I did, would you like me to tell you what she said in case you forgot?”

Beidou shook her head with a growing blush on her face. “Ahh, you know what! Look at the time, [name], didn’t you say you had stuff to do?” She inserted, quickly trying to avert attention away from her little crush.

You chuckled as Beidou stepped into the house. Looking at Kazuha, the two of you smiled at each other before you went into your car for what seemed the millionth time today.

Getting into your car, it was like a rinse and repeat from earlier. Open the door, insert the key into its designated spot, twist, and drive to your destination. Except now, instead of your destination being the bar, it was the office building where you worked.

Backing out into the driveway, you maneuvered out into the road and drove to the office.

(wee woo timeskip to inside the office)

Finally, the elevator door had opened and you walked to the door of Ningguang’s office. You passed her secretary, Keqing, on your way. You two shared a brief wave and nod before you knocked at Ningguang’s office door. Hearing a, “Come in,” you opened the door and walked in.

“Ah, [name], welcome. Glad to see you came, how is your boyfriend doing?” She asks politely with a concerning undertone that would be hard to see if not paying close attention.

You smiled, “Ah, I’m not sure but one of my guards should be watching over him, do you have the documents prepared?”

Meanwhile with Beidou & Venti….

Pounding and heavy knocking was heard at the door while Beidou tried to keep it shut.

“Let me out!” Venti whined, his words almost slurred together and sounded extremely drowsy.

“Will you quit that? You’re going to break the door and then hurt yourself!” Beidou shouts, pulling at the door handle while Venti did the same.

Venti let out a groan of annoyance. “Just let me see [name]!”

“I don’t think you’d be able to see [name] if you give yourself a concussion from trying to break this goddamn door down!” Beidou answered back, and suddenly, the pounding from the other door stopped and the tug dissipated.

“Gosh, you have one hell of a grip for a rangy man, you know?” Beidou sighs, letting go of the door as well.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Venti says, muffled by the door.

“It, well, was it?” Beidou teases, in a friendly way.

“Can I see [name] now?” Venti questioned, whining. Beidou huffed and rubbed her nose bridge between her thumb and index.

With [name] & Ningguang…

Ningguang handed you the documents in a secured briefcase as you handled some.. Important affairs that cannot afford to be stolen.

“Thank you again, Ningguang. By tomorrow, I should have a few of these finished.” You said, graciously.

Ningguang took a sip of the tea on her desk, “Don’t worry about it too much [name].”

“Ah, and by the way, Beidou says hello.” You added, before walking out. Had you not known Ningguang for years, you wouldn’t be able to tell that she was blushing profusely.

You walked out of her studio. The heels of your shoes clicked and clacked, echoing on the silent walls of the halls. The sun, now completely out, shined in from the windows and on you as you walked out to your car with the suitcase handed to you.

Getting into the car, you placed the suitcase next to you. Time to really go back to your home sweet home…

(wowzer another timeskip)

Getting out of the car, you held the briefcase in your hand as you walked to the front door and were greeted by Kazuha who happily let you in.

Upon seeing you, Beidou let out a sigh of relief. “Thank god you’re back, boss.”

You chuckled lightly. “I hope Venti hasn’t given you any trouble.”

“You can.. Put it that way.” She replies between laughs.

“You can go back outside, if you’d like.” You told her before entering your bedroom.

Hearing the door open, Venti looked over quickly and his frown was quickly turned upside down. As soon as he moved to get up and hug you, you stopped him. And now the frown was back.

“You need to rest, Venti. Diluc told me you drank a little bit too much last night.” You stated to him firmly as you walked to neaten the pillows and the blanket.

Once you reached the edge of the bed, Venti wrapped his arms around your waist tightly and whined about missing you.

“Aah, [nameeee]! I missed youuu!”

You smiled softly at the wondrous voice of your boyfriend.

“I missed you too Venti, now please lay down before I walk out of here,” You cooed, making Venti groan and shove his head into your stomach.

“But I missed you! I want hugs!” Venti told you in quite a childish tone.

“You’ll get hugs when you no longer smell like Diluc’s tavern and you’ve gotten well from your hangover,” You replied while trying to pry his arms and head off of you.

“But I am well! Now come and kiss me!” He responded.

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Well, I can’t really kiss you if your head is buried in my waist.”

With that, he lifted his head and removed his arms. “Now will you kiss me?”

You smiled warmly and leaned down to kiss him. He put his hands around your neck to pull you in closer until he had to pull away to breathe.

“Are you happy now?” You whispered in his ear, teasingly.

He nodded his head slowly as you moved his bangs away and placed your hand on his forehead for a second.

“Mnh, yeah.” He whispered back, almost barely even talking.

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“hold still!” —

SYP — self care night w ur sweet bf!

GEN. — fluff, crack

WARN. — gn!reader, male characters

REQ. — “Hi! Can I mayb request a skincare or spa day for any blue lock characters? If you don’t except this req, that’s totally fine! Thanks anyway!!!”

NOTES. — omg xyae!!! you finally posted!! no need for the applause guys 🙄🙄 also, i know some characters like reo, childe, kaeya etc would already know about skincare but we’re gna ignore that kay 😛

“stop moving!”

“i can’t help it, you’re smothering my face with this — this cleanser stuff!”

you sigh in mock annoyance, reaching your clean fingers to adjust the frog headband sitting on his hairline.

“do you do this everyday?” he tilts his head, squinting his eyes when you continue rubbing the product on his cheeks.

you hum in agreement, “its a way of taking care of your skin. you know, getting it to clear up.”

“my skin’s just fine. i just wash it with soap and not this — ‘hydrating cleanser’ stuff,” he rolls his eyes, using his fingers to air quote.

“how the hell do you have such nice skin when you wash it with hand soap?” you deadpan.

“genetics? i don’t really know,” he shrugs, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning into your gentle touch.

you hum. “ok, go wash this off,” you trail off, turning your back and grabbing the masks and serums. “so we can start with these!” you beam.

his eyebrow twitches.

“what’s that for?” he cocks a brow, pointing at the small package on your lap. “you’ll see in a sec,” you smile, tearing it open.

walking over, you adjust his cute sanrio headband again before gently placing the face mask on his face. he shivers but before he could open his mouth to complain or make some sassy quip, you slap a lip mask on his face.

that was 30 minutes ago.

now you’re stuck on the floor with a sleepy man twice your size, quite literally squeezing the life out of you.

“babe, we were supposed to take the masks off like 10 minutes ago,” you sighed, patting his head. you hear him grumble, mumbling incoherently.

“i’ll do it then, stay still,” you smiled softly, reaching for your mask and then his masks. “tilt your head back a bit.” he complies and you reach for the serum bottles.

applying a small drop of serum on his forehead and cheeks, you take notice of how his eyebrows furrow slightly at the cold liquid.

“it’s a lil cold,” you chuckle, kissing his forehead before spreading the serum all over his face.

he hums sleepily, voice breaking softly as his eyes flutter close.

it’s quiet for a while, before..

SLAP!

“oww!” he yelps, eyes flying open as he sits up hastily. “why are you slapping me?” he manages to get out in between slaps. you hum, “it helps your skin to absorb the product better.”

he side eyes you.

you hear him groan. ignoring it, you continue with your skincare routine. “ugh!” he groans, way louder and more exaggerated. you feel your eyebrow twitch.

by the time you chose to stop ignoring his whining, he’d already kicked the blankets off the bed.

“what do you want? i already finished your skincare so just go to bed,” you sigh, reaching for your eye cream.

“yea but when are you gonna finish?” he asks softly. ‘i can’t sleep without you.’

you smile at him through the vanity mirror.

“baby, just one more thing alright?” the sleeping mask you reach for clatters on the table softly. “five more minutes. can you wait for me, hon?”

he hums tiredly, standing up and making his way behind you.

he kneels down, wrapping his arms gently but securely around your waist and rests his head on your back. “hurry up, w’na hold you so bad.”

your heart flutters and your movements stutter. you gulp, patting the product into your pink cheeks.

you both slept horribly that night since he fell asleep holding you and you couldn’t drag his heavy ass to bed.

— (bllk) NAGI, sae, REO, rin (genshin) KAEYA, CHILDE, xiao, venti, ITTO (star rail) sampo, JING YUAN (haikyuu) SUNA, tsuki, KENMA, KUROO (KNY) TANJIRO, giyu, sanemi (assclass) KARMA, ISOGAI () YOUR FAVES

@xyaehir 2024. This is my content, inspired or not. Do not translate, copy or plagiarise my works in any way. Reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated. <3

WHINEY men who are extremely verbal in bed !! he can't help but let out his lustful moans whenever you ride him until he's absolutely fucked into oblivion :3 the way your cute lil' pussy wraps around his cock as he watches your tits bounce up n down. he's just soooo loud, and it's all for uuu <3 it's not everyday he gets to feel you like this, so he'd most likely go insane and whine under the slightest of your touch. "ngh... don't stop, please. keep goin-" you'd shut him up by shoving his face on your boobs :p his cutest whines would come out when you hop off his lap and suck his hardened cock. like, how could he not !? your mouth felt so heavenly and the way you suckle on his tip? makes him crave for u even more.

AVENTURINE, gepard, CAELUS, dan heng / KAZUHA, XIAO, thoma, LYNEY, kaveh, VENTI / ISAGI, chigiri / YUTA, megumi, GOJO / your faves !! :3

sleepy boys ft. xiao, venti, diluc, thoma, itto

as an adeptus, xiao doesn’t actually need sleep, but that doesn’t stop him from getting exhausted. it makes him a little crabby and even more standoffish than usual, but give him a hot bath, spoon him and even maybe hum something to him and he’ll be out pretty quickly. sometimes, if he’s really relaxed, his eyes get heavy and he might make tiny, cute yawns, lean into you a little heavier than he was already. if you bring it up, he gets super defensive and denies it, but it’s really cute.

venti sleeps a lot—mostly when he’s drunk or bored, and he loves when you join him! if he’s drunk, give him some water to help with the hangover he’s about to have and get him into bed for a night of cuddling and him slurring out ballads about you. if he’s bored, he likes to climb all over you to find a comfortable position before he tries to sleep. if you’re working, he’ll stretch across your hands like a cat—cute but horribly distracting. he likes getting goodnight kisses, even if it’s just a nap—make sure you give him one, otherwise he’ll make a big fuss out of it.

diluc’s sleeping schedule is horrendous. he’s up all day attending to the winery and up all night bartending or haunting the streets of mondstadt. the only time he really gets any sleep is when he’s about to pass out and you make him—he’ll put up a little fight about it because he’s not a child, he can take care of himself, he’s fine, but as soon as you get him in your lap he’s fast asleep and burying his face in you. he’s so warm, radiates it like a furnace. the temperature flares if he’s having a nightmare, and it can be scary the first few times, but just stroke his hair and give him little reassurances and it will even out again. if he’s actually sleepy? give him sleepy cuddles, because he’s so big and warm; it’s a heavenly experience.

thoma is another one that works until he drops. he’s usually so worried about everything around him that he doesn’t notice he’s exhausted until he’s barely able to stand up. he’ll try to weasel his way out of resting, but just ask if he’ll at least cuddle with you, please? he’s been so busy lately… and after a minute, he’s absolutely limp. thoma will scoot towards anything warm when he’s sleeping, and usually that thing is you—even if you start out separate, you’ll wake up with him sprawled all over you.

itto loves loves loves sleeping with you!! he likes being the big spoon because he can wrap his arms around you and squeeze you like a teddy bear (gently, of course), and he likes cuddling in general. it takes forever for him to actually fall asleep, though, because he just gets excited about even being beside you. just give him little kisses and comb his hair, let him talk himself out, and eventually you’ll have a big oni-puppy curled around you and snoring. he’s a very animated sleeper, moves around and talks and sometimes laughs, and it’s usually very endearing if he isn’t kicking or rolling on top of you.

How they kiss you

Feat. Diluc, Kaeya, Venti, Albedo, Childe, Zhongli, Xiao, Ayato

Part 1 (Kazuha, Thoma, Itto, Gorou) please view here

Sometimes, Diluc’s kisses are brief. He leaves a short peck on your lips when he says goodbye for work or when he wishes you goodnight. Most of the times, it’s passionate, deep, not necessarily sensual but you can sense the burning passion within his heart. He kisses you lovingly, a hand at the back of your head and the other circling your waist. You always notice the hazy look in his eyes as he pulls you in for another kiss. In a casual setting, however, Diluc loves giving you forehead kisses. As much as he adores your lips, forehead kisses provide him with a warmer —more innocent— kind of intimacy.

Kaeya’s kisses are playful, teasing. He loves putting you on the edge, ghosting his lips right above top of, urging you to close the distance. You can feel him chuckle of satisfication when you do. He kisses you until you’re weak on your knees, knowing just how to make you give in. Although there are times when you feel his desperate kisses. He hides his vulnerable side deep within but sometimes you can’t help but notice it slip out as he presses his lips against yours, pulling you into a tight embrace as if he’s afraid you’ll disappear the moment it loosens.

Venti kisses you in the most unexpected times. Sometimes he appears put of nowhere —like suddenly dropping down from the sky— to give you a short peck on the lips. His kisses are short and playful. You’ll feel him smile or laugh through the kiss. Venti is rather touchy, you’ll find him clinging to you every chance his gets. Whether it’s just a simple touch of your hand or a small kiss on your nose. He loves kissing every part of you, especially your face. You can never guess where he’ll kiss you next. He likes surprising you, seeing you flustered always makes him want more and he knows just how to push your buttons.

Albedo’s kisses are soft, you’ll feel his lips move slightly against your as he caresses your face/tugs a hair-strand behind your ear. They’re not necessarily long but short enough to make you want more. He’s gentle, seeming to be naturally poised in everything he does. Sometimes you’re confused as to how he can always gracefully sweep you off your feet to kiss you. He finds kisses on the lips very intimate and would often prefer settling for your forehead. Although if he ever finds you asking or urging to kiss his lips he’ll turn a bit smug. He’s not necessarily a tease but you’ll find him pointing out things that’d make you embarrassed on purpose.

Childe’s kisses are carefree, a little clumsy, and a little wild at times. You might think he seems skillful but he actually doesn’t have much experience with romance. You might feel him grin or laugh through the kiss. He would light up every time he catches you from the corner of his eye something inside him always yearning for your attention. He’ll pester —it’s his way of asking for permission— but won’t necessarily push if you refuse. Kissing you is one thing but his sudden blush and confused moment of silence when you kiss him instead is a treat to see. Though it only takes a moment for him to recover and pester you for more.

Zhongli’s kisses are the kind that makes you feel content and safe. His presence alone is enough to make you feel secure but even more when he’s holding you ever so gently as he plants a soft kiss on your lips. Most times an innocent loving kiss on the lips, of course, unless you ask for more. He has a habit on kissing you during certain times of day, usually before he goes to work or after. He’d usually ask before initiating anything and prefers to keep things private. He has been alive for thousands of years but in terms of romance, most of his experience comes from observing others.

At first, Xiao’s kisses are hesitant. His touches are gentle, fleeting, almost like he’s afraid he’ll turn you to dust the moment he lays his fingers on you. As he grows more comfortable, however, his kisses grow deeper, more desperate, more possessive. He’s the type to go rough without realizing it at times. He’d ask for permission before kissing you. Although not vocally he wants to make sure he isn’t hurting you. When he grows a little more content with your relationship, you’ll receive gentler kisses, once he accepts that you won’t disappear or leave him like many from his past, he’ll grow to trust you more.

Ayato is a very graceful, yet cunning gentleman. He’s gentle most of the time, making sure you’re comfortable with his pace. However, he has this tendency to push you to initiate things rather than going straight away for a kiss himself. Sometimes he’ll tease you, stringing up words that’d make you yearn for him. He’d chuckle as you attempt to pull him into a kiss. His kisses are sweet, considerate, yet playful. Sometimes you’ll feel him teasingly lick your lips then pull away right after as if to taunt you. When he does kiss you first, he has a habit of putting his hand on your chin, tilting you towards him so he can catch your lips properly.

— i love you’s & i love you not

IN WHICH YOU, a local florist, unwittingly garner the attention of many while tending to your flowers that seem to be causing you more trouble than you initially bargained for (it’s not too late to leave your work to your helpers, right…?)

OR, you’re just living life with your flowers and helpers when people from varying tropes strut into your quaint shop

INCLUDES : albedo ; ayato ; dainsleif ; diluc ; thoma ; venti ; zhongli

A/N : i have spent a week staring at this draft and trying to write this godforsaken thinhgd reader is gender neutral + no use of pronouns !!

likes & REBLOGS are appreciated if u enjoyed this !! <33

if you were asked to describe your life, you would say it’s something akin to a constant loop:

every morning you wake up; begrudgingly roll off your bed and prepare breakfast; get yourself ready and mentally prepare for the day ahead; open the shop; deal with the mundane passings of life as you attend to the occasional customer seeking out a message in the “language of flowers” (whatever the hell that means. you don’t speak “flower” other than the random pieces of trivia, stemmed from your father’s constant rambling); close the shop and get ready for the night; repeat.

you don’t quite remember when it all first started, but it’s not like it really matters — at the end of the day, you’re a florist. it’s as simple as that. there’s no what if’s, however’s, maybe’s, or anything else that may slot itself somewhere in between; it’s just how it is and how it always will be.

and that routine didn’t change when aether and lumine stumbled into your life a year ago, looking for work experience in a local business that fits the criteria needed in order for them to complete their course. a simple come-and-go, no strings attached.

pretty straightforward, wouldn’t you think? well, that’s certainly what they had.

but what they thought would be a quick two months helping out a (money-grubber) florist here and there turned into one year of part-time employment, and they’re still here helping you out with no signs of stopping.

and you’re fine with that; content, even. they make your dull, repetitive days just a bit more spontaneous — a bit more fun and bearable. especially when it’s during the days where customers roll in much slower, leaving the three of you free to play music that’s out of place in the quaint flower shop, or stuff yourselves with food from local bakeries and takeaways.

(though, you choose to ignore their increasing levels of exasperation directed towards you as each day passes.)

but even so, you’ve never stopped to think about settling down with someone, nor has the idea of even going on a date crossed your mind. you’re simply too preoccupied with your blissfully normal life that you find no reason to worry about potential love affairs. no unnecessary hassles, no one other than yourself to worry about, and certainly no extra mouths to feed — your life had always been simple.

well. until it wasn’t, that is.

— venti : a self-proclaimed busker who’s basically your roommate

you could perfectly describe the busker in one or two words: a menace. he’s a menace to both you and society. but mostly to you.

(aether and lumine can attest to this.)

the first time you met venti was outside your shop in the most literal sense possible.

you were out on a shopping run to buy daily necessities and ingredients for dinner after closing the shop for the day. you don’t really know what you were expecting to come back home to, but someone slumped against the door, shivering and half asleep, was most definitely not it. and, well, you couldn’t ignore him. you had to get through the door somehow, after all, and you weren’t particularly fond of the thought of someone laying half-dead at the shop’s doorstep keeping you up at night.

so, like the good-natured person you are, you allowed him to stay the night on the condition he takes a much needed shower and doesn’t sleep in the same space as you. you have no issue sharing spaces with others, but it just means you have extra work to carry out while running your business.

and when you had the pleasant conversation of:

“are you homeless?”

“why, i am a wanderer! a wanderer of the lands, the air, the streets—”

“so you’re homeless.”

“ehe…”

you ended up letting him stay until he found himself a place of his own.

now. one would think that since you’re providing him a place to stay, free of charge, he would be rather chill and compliant towards you, right?

wrong.

not a single day goes by where you wake up in peace anymore. either late in the night or just before your scheduled awakening happens, he’s always up and bright-eyed singing. continuously. non-stop. not only is he a shower singer (which admittedly you don’t mind since the bathroom acoustics make his voice even more pleasant to the ear), but he’s an everywhere singer. literally. there’s not a single spot in the city his voice hasn’t touched, and your home happens to be the most frequented spot.

he also has a tendency to drink a lot, but you’re not all that bothered either (the barista next door sometimes helps you get venti back on his feet after a particularly long day).

yes, sometimes you may be annoyed at him, but it’s not like you ever mean it. it’s nice to have some change for once, and at that point he’d been living with you for a little over four months (just a couple months before the arrival of the twins).

you don’t think you’ve ever done anything to the point he leaves without notice. or, so you thought.

venti, on the other hand, had felt guilty. guilty for suddenly springing his appearance onto you, guilty for not being able to pay you back, guilty for being a burden (though you would vehemently deny such a thing if he were to bring it up). ever since he saw that red-haired bartender helping you quite frequently, he started to think: perhaps you would be better off without him. and ultimately, he made the decision to leave for a bit to try and clear his head.

so when he comes back to you pacing back and forth in front of the door, he isn’t sure what to do — even more so when you rush over to him in a rush of panic upon setting your sights on him.

“where have you been!? were you safe?! why didn’t you tell me beforehand you would leave for three weeks?!”

he only blinks, unable to process your words. it isn’t until he feels you plop your head on his shoulder, a breathy sigh escaping you, that he snaps out of his stupor.

“do you know how worried i was when i couldn’t find you…”

ah, he thinks, is this what coming back to a home feels like?

(the flowers seemed to smell sweeter than he remembered on that particular night.)

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❝ what are we? ❞

feat. thoma, xiao, ayaka, scaramouche, venti ; gn reader

content. modern au, fluff, pining

notes. random scenarios with them and the question "what are we?"

♡ thoma !

he wonders sometimes in the beats of silence between your conversations that flow as easy as water what you think of him, whether your heart pounds for him the same way his does when he hears your voice or sees a message from you. how do you see him in those long hours of sitting together in an enormous field of flowers under the sun and the stars (but you were what his gaze was drawn to, unequivocally)? do you study his face the way he studies yours, every feature driving him crazy with your beauty? he wonders this the way he wonders what you are to him. friends, best friends, lovers, possibly, maybe? how badly he wants to ask. but too scared to ask for more than your friendship, he stays silent for now, not wanting to wreck this relationship that means so very much to him.

♡ xiao !

your pen scribbles the words what are we? in red ink across the back of an origami bird that you place on the table before leaving in the morning. the first answer he writes in green ink is people. unsatisfactory, you think, and put a tiny folded dragon in the pocket of his sweatshirt right after it comes out of the wash. this time, he says dating, and you slip a puppy between the pages of his notebook. living together. in a relationship. in a very serious relationship. he starts to look forward to the tiny paper animals scattered everywhere. you await his responses with bated breath every day. infatuated. head over heels. cutest couple in the country. he hears your laughter as you discover the notes from another room and covers his face to hide his pleased blush. what are you, what are you? in love, in love, in love, so in love that the world could come crashing down and you'd only see each other.

♡ ayaka !

she has asked herself too many times to count, and asked you even more, and every time the answer is the same; best friends, of course. it fills her with the deepest despair and the brightest joy at the same time, as she knows that simply hoping for a different outcome would result in nothing. how often does she wonder if she's really happy just being your best friend? what if she was more? curiosity, simple curiosity is what leads her to finally work up the courage; a single kiss, that's all. but it's so much more than that at the same time, so much more that she doesn't ask what you are again, secure in her knowledge of the answer. after all, you tell her you love her every day, she doesn't need to ask you to say it. though you would; a million times if she wanted you to, over and over and over in a million ways.

♡ scaramouche !

he's hard pressed to admit any kind of vulnerability, but you've always been able to coax it out of him with barely any effort at all. you poise the question on a lazy afternoon, siting together in the back of a library with textbooks open on your laps as you twirl a pencil in your fingertips. what are we? what a stupid question, he scoffs, and you place a hand over your heart with mock sadness at the answer. still, you're able to see the face he makes -- shock and joy and he's totally smitten with you even if he wouldn't easily say it aloud, because you asked we, as in the two of you, and it takes a few beats but he says a couple, idiot. he snickers at the way you squeal hearing his response, but he feels warm inside as you hold his hand all through the rest of the afternoon.

♡ venti !

sitting on the grass in the dark with tiny fireflies all around, you rub sleep out of your eyes and watch his calm expression. it's quiet, and you break the silence first, asking the question that's flashed in and out of your mind for every moment you've been here with him. what are we? he parrots, and sighs a breath of the cool night air. what are we, indeed. he never gave you a proper answer -- at least, not then -- and you forgot about asking in the whirlwind of conversations you have with him every day. still, he has one in mind, if you're ever to ask again. who's asking? to the world and the universe, nothing. he tilts his head back even now and thinks of it as he looks up at the night sky, hoping that you see him in the stars the same way he sees you. to each other, everything.

likes, reblogs, + follows are greatly appreciated ♡ !

Oooooo can we get the other nations's/archons' reactions to zhongli and god's union?

LOVE YOUR WORK BOO!

THANK YOU BOO <3

I've been thinking about writing this for a while, I was suggested it before as well - I'm taking this as a sign to finally. write it lmao I swear this blog is slowly becoming a Zhongli simp blog i swear i like other characters too-

Ps: this ended up focusing more on Zhongli and the Creator but. I might make separate lil things delving more into the emotions of Venti and Ei later down the line!

Related to this and this fic!

cw: mention of past injury

Length: 2 k

An unwelcome ambush

Word travels fast.

Especially so, when all of Liyue was practically flaunting your presence within it, throwing countless celebrations in your name, and busily making preparations for your impending union with the Geo Archon.

Patron of Geo.

They would name you as such, adoration lacing their voices as they sang praise for you.

Anyone would be proud to be the nation chosen by the Creator. The being above all beings.

So, word traveled fast indeed.

News reached Mondstadt first - being a neighbouring nation of Liyue, connected in all matters of trade and politics. It was only a matter of time before the winds carried over news of the creator taking up residence in Liyue.

Of the creator being forsaken by other nations and only being given aid by the land of contracts.

Venti was quick to panic, gathering up the best of the knights of Favonius and urging them to accompany him to visit the creator. To plead for forgiveness for turning their back on them. Lavish offerings were gathered - anything you might enjoy packaged in the finest chests - anything to show the Creator they meant well.

It took a little longer for the news to reach the unattainable lands of eternity - the Raiden's fury over the imposter and their unexplainable escape lead to large, angry storms of lightning that rocked the sea around it ferociously.

Still - the whispers of the true Creator finally reached her. She failed to connect the dots between this so called imposter and the Creator - simply baffled over why they'd choose to stay in Liyue of all nations.

That being said, she was quick to make arrangements to visit them personally. To tell them of her relentless attempts to avenge them, to eradicate the imposter daring to wear their face and name.

Liyue was decorated lavishly - streets filled with joyous people - red decor with the symbols of happiness all around. People of all ages and stations were busy buying gifts and offerings for The Creator, and the city sung with glee that radiated off the prosperous nation in waves.

Not one frown could be in the oceans of people, all too preoccupied to pay mind to the foreigners entering the city. At least, the regular citizens were.

Morax had been quick to station adepti all around Liyue, to ensure the safety of his beloved Creator. And word travels fast.

The palace was guarded dutifully by the Milileth, keeping the excited masses at bay as they all eagerly awaited the appearance of the Creator.

It was a joyous day, after all.

Among the celebrating crowds, the Archon of Anemo and Archon of Electro were watching in confusion, feeling the energy of their God radiate from the palace in waves but unable to approach. It left them standing by idly with their entourage, waiting with bated breath for whatever the crowds had gathered there for.

Hoping to catch a glimpse of their god.

Slowly, dreadfully so, the doors of the balcony overlooking the town square peeked open.

Your beautiful form - cloaked in red robes - golden embellishings gleaming in the sun and giving you a divine glow - stepped out to face the eager masses. Beside you - a man, dressed in a similar manner - followed suite, his fingers laced with yours in a gentle hold.

Horns poking out from under neatly combed strands of burnt umber hair - long and tied into a neat, yet simple style.

Your divine face - a glistening expression of addicting joy upon it - was focused on the man - the archon beside you as you leaned onto him gently.

The Tianquan of the Liyue Qixing stepped out to the square, wearing attire more formal than usual and her guarded expression melted away to reveal a sincere smile.

"We have all gathered here today to celebrate the union of our beloved Creator - and their consort - Rex Laps," she announced, her words followed by cheering from the masses.

Gently, you waved at the people, your lips moving to flash your toothy smile as your ring glinted proudly in the sun. Morax gently caressed your hand and brought it to his lips.

His very own matching ring was clear to all witnesses.

Venti felt his heart sink upon the sight. Upon seeing you in the arms of another archon - the oldest and most viscous in his prime years. The strings of his heart were pulled taunt, shattering with an off-key wail upon his chest. He felt his knees weaken under him as he recalled your face - desperate and bruised as you asked, no, begged for asylum. For help from his nation.

And he had turned you away.

Perhaps, he thought bitterly, it might be him kissing your knuckles - him you looked at with adoring eyes as you announced your union to the crowds, had he not turned his back on you.

There was a bitter taste on his tongue.

No, he was not worthy of your love.

But neither was Morax.

Ei watched in horror as you allowed the beastly man - his nails replaced with amber claws - sharp horns prodding from his head - to lovingly caress you.

She could not allow for such an union.

Not when she had been so loyal. So dedicated to honoring you that she left her own plane to deal with a foul imposter for you.

No.

She would not allow this.

Two archons stormed past the armed Milileth after the formal ending of the wedding ceremony - followed by their companions - all wielding strong visions and weapons that made no attempt to refrain from intimidating the guards.

What was a mere mortal to two archons and their powerful companions?

You were seated in the lounge, resting delicately upon the plush sofa beside your beloved, sharing soothing tea as you enjoyed each others' company. Your hands delicately stroked his, admiring each ridge of his claws and the gentle expression within his gaze was enough to send you over the moon.

"Are you sure you want to be tied to someone like me?" Zhongli asked quietly, his thumb caressing your hand in return as your gaze met his.

"Don't be silly. Of course I do," you replied quietly, gently pressing your forehead to his.

It was a moment of pure, peaceful bliss.

And then, the doors swung open with a heavy bang.

You jumped, heart suddenly racing as your body jerked, knocking over your porcelain cup and shattering it upon the floor in a deafening sound - shards and steaming tea flying across the room.

Zhongli stiffened, his arm quick to move in front of you, ready to pounce on whoever dared to frighten his beloved.

When his eyes met with the violent violet within the Raiden's gaze, he saw red. The ever-carefree bard with a hardened expression stood behind her, adding fuel to the flames.

"How dare you disturb the creator - or even show your face around them, after what you've done?" he roared, slowly rising to his feet as you stared at the two in shock. Your eyes were glued to the Electro Archon, tremors running through your frame as you relived the memory of lightning coursing through your body violently - threatening to tear up your insides in burning agony.

"How dare I?" Ei exclaimed, her eyes glowing with the rage of a thunderstorm.

"You kept our Creator hidden so you could manipulate them into making you their consort!" The accusations flew harshly across the room, echoing off of every surface and ringing in your ears.

Instinctively, you squeezed your eyes shut, reminded of her anger directed at you.

"I was protecting them from you." Zhongli's voice lowered as he saw your reactions, however they were laced with no less malic.

"You almost killed them - accusing them of being an imposter."

A heavy silence hung across the room, thick and suffocating. You felt yourself getting a little faint as you wished you were anywhere else.

"What...?" Ei's eyes drifted to you slowly, a cold fear igniting in the pit of her stomach.

It couldn't be...

Your sleeves had shifted up as you'd dropped your cup, revealing your forearm.

Your forearm that bore jagged marks, like golden ink on wet paper - bleeding out into painful lightning bolts.

Scars she had imposed upon you herself.

Her legs gave out under her - her prideful figure collapsing onto its knees as she stared at you in horror. Stared as you wrapped your arms around yourself - eyes darting towards possible exits - possible ways to get away from her.

She wanted to scream.

To beg.

To allow apologies to fall from her lips in worship until her throat was raw - bleeding from exertion.

But she could do no such thing - her words stuck in her throat behind a heavy, painful lump that cut off her air.

Venti took this as an opportunity to surge forward like a stray gust of wind, gracefully kneeling before you and looking up at you with his sweetest expression.

Sweet like the almond aroma of almonds.

Pearly teeth of a snake.

"Your grace, I'm so sorry," he whispered, tears brimming in his own eyes as he stared into yours.

"My behavior towards you was uncouth and unforgivable. I should never have behaved the way I did -I don't know what came over-"

His incessant rambling was cut off by Zhongli stepping in front of him, blocking you from his view.

With threateningly glowing eyes and sharp, deadly horns - he stared down the two disgraced archons with the full fury of a dragon - his tail swiftly flickering from side to side.

"Leave." He ordered, his deep voice seemingly rattling the ground beneath the palace.

Silence fell upon the room, no one moving an inch.

That is, until you rose from the sofa.

Your hand gently rested on Zhongli's bicep, trying to hide the way it trembled.

"Leave, please," you whispered under your breath, but the two archons kneeling before you heard you loud and clear.

"I have no wish to see either of you."

With a shaky inhale, you turned and exited the room, your beautiful crimson robes dipped in gold dragging behind you.

Zhongli glowered at the two, unafraid to remind them of his days as Morax, the god of war.

"Don't ever approach my beloved again without their consent. Or you will both risk sending your nations to war." He turned to follow where you had headed.

"And trust me, I know war," he called out over his shoulder, before parting in order to find you.

He was sure the Yaksha stationed outside the room would deal with them swiftly - making sure their presence no longer tainted Liyue.

Once you reached your bedroom, you allowed yourself to crumble onto the bed - paying no mind to the beautiful robes - how they might crease or stain.

No - you simply needed to allow your tears to flow loosely. To allow your body to shake in a might comparable to the earth. Your eyes wound shut tightly - all you could see was the lightning and the very sea you'd almost drowned in.

The pain. The fear. The pain. The fear. The panic. The cold. The numbness. The sleep-

The gentle, warm hands wrapping themselves around you. Stroking your hair gently. Warm lips pressing kisses upon your temple.

The familiar scent of sandalwood infused in lemon wafted across the room, as you finally opened your eyes.

Morax nuzzled your neck gently, his arms wrapped around your figure protectively.

"I'm sorry...I..."

He hushed you gently.

"You have nothing to apologize for, my dearest. They were in the wrong for daring to try and ambush you like this." He pressed a gentle kiss upon your nose.

"I'll make sure the guard is doubled. And I'll make sure you never see them again unless you want to."

Your lips quirked upwards a little.

"Thank you, Zhongli," you whispered into his chest.

The familiar, soothing rumble of his chest was all you needed to calm your racing heart.

"Anything for you, my grace. Anything for my beloved."

breaking up, breaking down

pairing/s: albedo, childe, diluc, kazuha, scaramouche, xiao, venti, zhongli x gn!reader

summary: if there’s anything you can expect to be consistent in life, it’s that everything has an end. or — genshin men and how they are after you break up with them.

note: angsty in everyone’s part, but it got too lighthearted in childe’s bc i simply cannot take that ginger seriously (affectionate)

ALBEDO

There aren’t any notable changes to his routine. He’d still go about his day, working on his experiments and scribbling down notes, occasionally taking a break to sketch a pretty flower he saw or the wing pattern of a passing butterfly.

And then he finds himself drawing the outline of an eye, then a nose, then lips. Until he suddenly stops in the middle of drawing a strand of your hair blowing in the wind, your face frozen in a smile staring back at him through the canvas of his sketchbook.

It hits him then, the realization, the heart-wrenching clarity of what happened that leaves him sitting in his chair, staring at your face in paper and wondering where he went wrong.

He tries to distract himself by continuing his research, but his mind has a hard time focusing on what needs to be done. It’s agonizing, he doesn’t think he’s felt this way before, never even thought he’d ever feel such pain. In a way, he’s glad his master isn’t here to make a study of what emotional pain means to an artificial human like him.

He sees you two weeks after you broke up with him, laughing as you tried to haggle with a merchant for their wares, unaware of the charm you exude that draws people in like moths to a flame. But then your gaze moves, searching through the crowd—and Albedo should really leave now, avoid barging into your life because there simply isn’t a place for him there anymore—but he does none of that.

Your eyes meet. He doesn’t think he was imagining it when he saw yours dim for the briefest moment. (His heart hurts. Why are you looking at him like that?)

You make your way through the busy street to reach him. He tells himself he should leave, but for the first time in his life, he does what contradicts his logic and stays.

“You look good,” you tell him, something melancholic in the tone of your voice. Oh, if only you knew.

“You as well.” He wants to say more, wants to say how radiant you looked under the sun, the light hitting you in just the right way that has him itching to grab a pencil and immortalize the image in paper—but he holds his tongue. “I need to go.”

Your face falls. He wishes he wasn’t the cause of it. “Ah, right. You must be busy, as usual.” There isn’t a hint of bitterness to your voice, just resignation.

He leaves after bidding you goodbye, feeling the heat of your gaze at his back as he walked away.

CHILDE

He wants you and he will do everything in his power to have you back.

In the early days after you broke up, you won’t hear a word from him. Not a peep. You only hear passing news that dead monsters and hilichurl camps near the vicinity of your home have been utterly eradicated. Passing travelers claim how the areas were ‘strangely flooded’ even though it hasn’t rained in weeks.

Then come the gifts. From flowers to clothes to accessories to different delicacies that are all worth more than your entire life’s paycheck. And when that doesn’t work, Childe sets to work on his recruits.

You suddenly find yourself constantly being approached by a startling amount of Fatui recruits ranging from normal lackies to gunners to cicin mages, and even that one memorable time when a mirror maiden approached you in the middle of buying groceries and proceeded to buy everything in the store, saying all of it was for you.

The Fatui recruits had one thing in common: they all had nothing but praises to say for the Eleventh Fatui Harbinger.

“Master Childe defeated all the recruits in under ten seconds!” “Have you heard how Lord Harbinger killed twenty geovishaps and came out without a single scratch?” “I saw him buying that exact same shirt yesterday, it cost one million mora! He’s so rich!” “Lord Tartaglia has been so down lately. He keeps saying how much he misses his beloved.”

“Did you know? Even Lady Signora wept after she heard that you and Master Childe broke up.” That one, you’re certain never actually happened, and you made sure to tell that with an unimpressed look to the pyro agent who told you. As if Signora would ever cry, she’d probably throw a party for you for finally leaving Childe.

In the end, after cycling through so many recruits, he had no choice but to come to you directly.

…Which is how you woke up at six in the morning to the ground shaking and the sound of an eerily familiar laugh right outside your house.

You open your window to find Childe fighting a lawachurl right in front of your house, a ring of Fatuus surrounding and cheering him on. His smile brightens to an almost comical degree once he sees you and your bedhead squinting out from a window.

“You look so stunning today, beloved!” He steps back from an earth-shattering punch by the lawachurl. “I’ve brought you the biggest lawachurl I could find so I can show you how worthy I am of you!”

He then proceeds to—and you have to blink a few times to see if you’re not hallucinating—fist fight the lawachurl. And he’s actually winning. No vision, no weapon. Just his bare fists.

When the commotion wakes up your entire neighborhood, you have to go down there and yell at him to stop or take this fight somewhere that isn’t right in front of your house! He complies with a grin and a promise saying he’ll meet you later.

There’s something fond curling in your chest that you try and fail to smother. With an exasperated tone, you tell him that yes, you’ll find time in your busy schedule to meet him. He lights up like you just agreed to marry him and yells out rapid orders in Snezhnayan to his recruits.

“I’ll see you later!” He blows a kiss in your direction that you ignore. You turn away and walk back into your house, trying (and failing) to fight the growing smile on your face.

DILUC

It’s not evident to anyone who doesn’t know him well, but Diluc takes it close to heart and buries it among countless other regrets that have accumulated in his life. The turbulent feelings that threaten to overcome his mind at any hour of the day manifests itself in him becoming more withdrawn.

He’s gloomy, more brooding than usual, and the reason becomes apparent once the other patrons notice the lack of a certain person who usually sits by the bar during his shifts. Your usual laugh accompanied by teasing grins and playful swats at his long hair when you think no one is looking are nowhere to be seen.

One particularly drunk person had come up to him as he was wiping down the counters and asked why you weren’t there. Anyone who had been there to see the sight would tell you that he didn’t say anything, hadn’t been able to say anything. He just… stood there, hands frozen mid-motion and eyes drawn somewhere, lost in thought.

He slips up sometimes. Asks the maids to prepare a dinner for two only to stop in the middle of talking as he realizes what he just said. At breakfast, he pauses in the middle of reading his daily papers to turn his head to the right, a question on the tip of his tongue that dies when he sees the empty spot you usually occupied. It’s the pitying gazes that follow when he slips up that he hates the most.

He makes your favorite drink sometimes, on the days when he’s on shift and feeling particularly self-destructive. It stays hidden under the bar counter, hoping against hope that you’ll walk through the door and greet him with an upbeat ‘good evening!’ that makes his day all the more better. You never do.

It’s on a bright, sunny morning when he’s out overseeing the delivery of wine to the tavern that he sees you again. His heart soars for all but a second before it comes crashing down, because Diluc Ragnvindr does not deserve nice things.

You’re holding the hand of some nondescript man, grinning and laughing and emitting such a great sense of contentment that he can almost feel it from where he’s standing meters away from you.

You’re happy. It’s been months and he’s still wallowing in old hurts. You’re happy.

Did you ever smile like that when you were with him? He likes to think so, but the realistic, pessimistic thought is that you’re probably better off not being with him. You’re happy. Happier now than you were when you were with him.

Everything he’s ever loved has been hurt directly and indirectly by his hands. He turns away from the sight of you and pretends to be preoccupied with his task. Maybe it’s for the best that you left before it could happen.

KAZUHA

He tries not to take it to heart. He understands why you left, knows it before you even made the decision to leave. And in the aftermath, much like a leaf adrift in the wind, he roams about aimlessly, lost in thought.

Grief is not an emotion he’s unfamiliar with. As he sits by the cliffs overlooking the endless ocean, grief burrows its way to his chest like an old, unwelcome friend. He doesn’t fight it. He’s learned the hard way that fighting it is a losing battle, like picking at a scab, hoping that doing so will make it heal faster, yet only succeeding in worsening the wound.

Kazuha isn’t a stranger to loneliness, of letting the wind kiss his tears away as they dried on his cheeks. He is, however, unfamiliar with this new kind of ache in his chest. And only after much rumination does he conclude what it might be.

The loss of his family, the loss of his heritage, the loss of his friend, and now, the loss of his lover. A master of loss, he could almost call himself. His old friend would certainly find such a title amusing.

He finds himself writing letters to you, even with the knowledge that he’ll never be able to send them to you. It’s the thought that comforts him, the pretense that he still has someone to tell of his travels, someone to simply come home to, even when he knows he isn’t welcome anymore.

In his weakest moment, when he had too much to drink and too little self-restraint, he sends one of the letters to you. He’s forgotten whether it’s the one where he laments the loss of your presence, the one where he begs you to have him back, or the one where only three words are written, a small blot in the ink where a stray tear had fallen.

He waits, and waits, and waits a little more, staying for a whole month in the small village he’d addressed the letter from for the small, improbable event that you may have written back. He learns later on that the letter never made it to your hands. The ship it had been on had lost all its cargo to the sea, including his letter. When he heard the news, he hadn’t known whether to be relieved or lament on what could have been.

It isn’t unpleasant to see you again. Kazuha has had time to let go of his hurt, but still, the image of your nostalgia-inducing eyes leave in him a sense of loss he thought he had already settled. Your mirage smiles, “Kazuha.” Had he been a weaker man, he would have folded and swept you up in his arms.

Nobody asks why his eyes have a slight sheen to it after he forces himself to walk away from you. He stands atop the beach and lets the waves wash over his bare feet, closing his eyes and imagining what could have been had he let himself succumb to the desire of holding you one last time, even if you were merely a mirage from the past.

Truly, the golden apple archipelago is a place where dreams are made into reality.

SCARAMOUCHE

He tries to act above it all, feigning indifference as if the entire thing is just a mild inconvenience to him.

Oh, you’re leaving him? That’s fine, he doesn’t care. Do you know how many people would kill to share his bed? You were tolerable, a way to pass time. Don’t think you were anything special. You, a normal person? Don’t make him laugh. You were nothing more than a pet he kept because you entertained him. It’s good that you’re leaving, actually. It saves him the trouble of having to get rid of you.

He’s… not very kind about it all. Defensive and on guard, hackles raising with every word that comes out of his mouth. He hates every second of it, but he can’t stop because stopping is to admit defeat, it means having to acknowledge that you meant something to him after hundreds of years of loneliness. He let you in his carefully guarded walls, and now—now you’re leaving him? Abandoning him after he bared himself open to you?

You are just like her.

Scaramouche stops before he can say those last words. The red that had been threatening to overcome his vision slowly recedes, leaving a numbing sort of clarity that washes over him like the rising tides of Inazuma’s beaches. His mouth feels dry, throat closing up.

There are tears streaming down your face.

He wishes you’d do something. Hit him, yell at him, curse his name. Anything. Just… anything but this silence that hangs heavy in the air, cloying in it’s thickness and threatening to drown him with words that can never be taken back.

He doesn’t apologize, won’t ever apologize. He is a god, and not even you would make him say those damnable words. He sees the way your eyes dim in understanding as you realize the same thing, and that, perhaps, is why you turn your back to him and walk away.

He wishes he could say that he called out for you, that he grabbed your arm and made you stay, that he just… held you. Instead, he watches you leave him, face blank and a phantom ache resonating in his hollow chest. The silence after you leave feels like the night before his creator abandoned him.

He tells himself it’s fine, that you’ll come back. You always do. This is just one of many arguments that always get resolved after a day or so—except. Except, he doesn’t let himself think of any other possibility. You’ll come back. (You have to.)

The months following your absence is a blur, spikes of irritation mixed with hateful words and barbed insults directed towards anyone who so much as breathed the wrong way. His subordinates are half-contemplating desertion just to escape his wrath. They all wonder where you’ve gone. You’re usually the one who soothes the Balladeer when he’s in one of his moods, like the godsend that you are. Though none of them are brave enough to mention your name after what he did to the foolish recruit who asked of your whereabouts.

Years pass. You never did come back.

He still gets the occasional reports about you and your general wellbeing, still sends out his best soldiers to clear out any monsters who’ve settled near your home. You never find anyone else after him. It brings a strange sense of relief in him when his monthly reports on you end up without a hint of a new lover.

He tries to forget you, but even with a new heart and the ascendance to godhood, there is still a lingering sense of loss and past regrets.

XIAO

He lets you go without argument. He’s used to people leaving him, but this is… different.

The thought of you there, physically within reach yet unable to to cross the distance that separates you from him. It’s a different kind of agony from the ones that have afflicted him for millennia.

He sometimes finds himself standing by the balcony of Wangshu Inn, eyes roaming over the vast landscape of Dihua Marsh, looking for the slightest hint of your silhouette. The sound of footsteps coming up the stairs always attracts his attention, anticipating your signature greeting and the smell of whatever mortal sustenance you’ve deigned to make for him to, as you once put it, let him experience the delicacies that this world has to offer.

You can’t call yourself ‘having lived a long life’ if you haven’t tried all the tasty food, Xiao!

…He misses you, though he will never admit it, perhaps not even to Rex Lapis himself.

His time—which once consisted of you, killing monsters, you again, roaming the lands for the remains of old gods, tasting whatever you cooked for him, and accompanying you so you can get home safely—is now comprised of nothing but endless slaughter. He tells himself it’s not a distraction, but it’s a thinly veiled excuse, weak even to his own ears. How low he has fallen to create such feeble excuses to justify the hurt that spreads from his chest to the tips of his fingers.

He used to pick up small things and trinkets in his time scouring the land for evil. A shiny pebble that reminded him of your eyes, a particularly large sweetflower that you would gape comically at once he showed you, qingxin flowers he plucked from the highest mountains just so he can see the way your face lights up in a smile. He still does all these things, only now, the objects are stored in a realm made in the likeness of your home, placing each one in a shelf or table that he thinks you would have arranged them in.

One time, he panics when he sees the flowers start to wilt, and in the heat of the moment, he placed adeptal power in them to ensure they will never die. To this day, he isn’t sure why he did so, only that he imagined at the time how upset you would be that they died in his care, even though he knows how unlikely it is that you will ever discover his hobby of collecting flowers and storing them in his realm.

Perhaps he hopes you’ll come back to him, so that when you do, he can see the way your eyes brighten up once he shows you everything he got for you while you were away.

It’s unlikely, he knows, but it’s nice to dream of it. He thinks his siblings would be proud to see him finally have a little hope for something.

VENTI

He spends the rest of the week in the tavern drinking as much as he can. For once, Diluc doesn’t try to reproach him for drinking what he can’t pay for.

He doesn’t exactly get drunk—can’t get drunk, more like. To a god like him, drinking a hundred barrels of Mondstadt’s finest wines won’t even be enough to get him tipsy. He is the god of freedom (and wine, he’d like to add), he can outdrink every single one of the archons and still have enough semblance to go to war. And yet…

You appear on the seventh day like a salvation, face contorted in worry when you see him slumped on the counter and one inch away from falling off the stool. It isn’t difficult to act the part of a drunken bard, pretending to sway on his feet and donning a fake intoxicated grin as he asked Charles for another glass.

The wind tells him of your arrival, but he ignores it just as he ignores the way his heart soars when the wind brings him the barest hint of your scent. He wishes you didn’t come here. He wishes he didn’t act so drunkenly. He wishes you were more heartless and ignored whoever must have tattled on him drinking Angel’s Share into bankruptcy.

You call his name. He pretends he’s asleep just so he doesn’t have to face his problems. Ha. How ironic. Will he wake up to Mondstadt destroyed by the remains of Khaenri’ah this time? He nearly did once.

He hears you sigh before he feels you bring his arm across your shoulders. You help him get off the stool, an arm around his waist to help keep him steady. The weight of Diluc’s disapproving gaze for deceiving you about his drunkenness is heavy, but he tells himself it’s alright. He just… wants to be selfish for once. If he has to act drunk to feel your arms around him again, he’ll suffer this humiliation as many times as he can.

“Venti,” you start as you walk him in the direction of your home. “I was worried, you know. Aether told me how much you’d been drinking since…” You trail off. He feels you shaking your head before continuing, “Just… don’t be so reckless with your health.” You laugh, mildly sardonic that’s directed more towards yourself than him. “Ah, what am I saying… you won’t even have any recollection of this tomorrow anyway.”

He wants to say something, but saying something means breaking this moment between you, it means revealing that he doesn’t actually need your help because once he starts speaking, the dam will break and everything will come spilling out. I’m sorry, I miss you, I love you.

The front door to your house opens. He’s gently placed down your couch, a blanket thrown over him as you thoughtfully take his shoes off for him. He feels you linger by his side, can practically hear the conflict in you.

He’s unprepared for the feeling of your warm breath on his skin, your lips hovering over his face before placing a chaste kiss on his forehead. “Goodnight, Venti.”

He leaves before the sun rises.

ZHONGLI

He only smiles, small and understanding with a hint of sorrow at the corner of his eyes.

He tells you he’ll respect your decision, but should you change your mind, he will always be here. You say it’s doubtful, he would’ve probably found someone else by then. Zhongli doesn’t correct you, only leans in and places his lips on the top of your head, as gentle as he’s always been with you, somehow managing to convey with a single gesture how high he holds you in regard.

And for the barest, infinitesimal moment, you half-contemplate the idea of staying. It’s a wishful thought. You end up leaving before you can change your mind.

He’s still as grounded as ever, but there’s a fragility to it, a certain brittleness that threatens to crumble from within him. He is the Lord of Geo, and yet he is so easily undone by you. The pain is temporary, he knows from past losses, but it doesn’t lessen the ache that resonates in his chest.

For the first time in his long life, he curses his golden memory that makes him incapable of forgetting, though that which he curses is also something he is grateful for. He can’t bear having to suffer losing the memories of your time together.

Your relationship is amiable, like that of old, awkward friends you had fallen out of touch with rather than that of old lovers. It’s what you wanted after all, this sense of normalcy. He has become such a vital part of your daily life that you simply couldn’t cut him off of your life entirely.

He doesn’t know which is worse; having to act as a mere friend when he wants nothing more than to wrap you in his arms and never let go, or to have no contact with you at all.

Morax is not one to ask for things, not one to plead his case to anyone. He was a selfish and proud god, a necessity that was shaped from him by the war. To love a mortal enough to leave his throne and fake his death would have been unthinkable. But that is why he is no longer Morax. He is Zhongli.

And Zhongli? He wants you. Desperately. Enough that he is willing to beg should you ask it of him.

His deceased enemies would laugh in mockery at what has become of the fearsome Morax. How low he has fallen—but it is a burden he is willing to bear. He will suffer as many humiliations as it takes to have you back.

The only issue is that you don’t want him anymore. But he is a man who finds gold where others would see stone. If he has to build his way up from friendship all over again, then it is a task he will do so gladly. As many times as it takes for you to want him back.

ᵔᴗᵔ . . 𝗮𝗱𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗮𝗳𝗮𝗿 !

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𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵𝗲 [𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗲𝗿]

“if only you can talk…” you crouch on the ground to pet your cat. it watches you curiously. tilting its head, it meows back at you.

come as no surprise, you find a lone lavender melon waiting on your kitchen window sill. inspecting the fruit in hand, you note that it was a day early from growing ripe. whoever left it must’ve factored in the timeframe of when you’d stumble upon it.

it previously bewildered you to see them appear without fail considering it was situated on your moody companion’s claimed surface area. you were thoroughly impressed to see that you had yet to be faced with complaints of a cat attack. after all, it was rather protective of you and your home.

members of the village know what an enormous grump it is; even hissing at greetings or coos from kind strangers.

today ultimately marks the nth moment you received a little present from your supposed ‘admirer.’ frankly speaking, you beg to differ. why would an admirer leave fruit instead of flowers? it made no sense. you’re more likely to believe that it’s simply a good samaritan and nothing more.

you tried to actively gather information from your neighbors in the past. alas, it was all for naught. they couldn’t give you anything useful, it was too vague, stating he’s an unfamiliar face wandering the quaint village. placing the lavender melon in a water filled basin, you carefully wash it and place it in a bowl with other fruits you were waiting to ripen.

with that out of the way, you prepare for your travel to town. slipping on your boots, you sense the unwavering glower of your companion. you guess it wouldn’t hurt to bring it along with, you just window shopping for future purchases.

“fine… you can come along, little one,” you playfully sigh, as you boop its nose.

the hike was a blur. your mind fully distracted with thoughts of your alleged shy admirer—who he was, what he looks like and his personality, and why he was doing this. you were immediately pulled away from your daydream after you take one step into the market.

the environment was bustling to the brim with chatters of a newcomer. it was a big deal for a small community like your village. the tiniest change received much attention. and although you couldn’t discern their murmurs, you were able to catch at least two words.

eccentric wanderer.

the rumblings grow louder, inevitably seizing your attention and forcing you to follow where it comes from. to your utter shock, your feline companion meanders right under your nose. it was rubbing itself against the leg of a young man in peculiar clothing. despite its scuffed fabric, you can still tell it was made from the finest cotton in inazuma.

nonetheless, that isn’t what you focused on. your stare falls on the lavender melons in his arms. when your gaze met his own, he visibly shrinks at the attention. the poor thing looks frightened, hiding behind the veil draped over his head. your pet cat continues to purr for his affection, which raised a few brows—including yours.

he didn’t loosen up until you offer him a small grin and wave his way. his eyes widen in childlike wonder at you before red colors the tips of his ears and the apples of his fair cheeks. in the softest voice you’ve ever heard, he says,

“it appears fate has called for us to finally meet.”

𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶 [𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗯𝗮𝘁𝗼𝘀]

since your younger years, you’ve heard tales about guardian angels from the elders of your community. they tell you that each being in this life has one of their own watching over them. truthfully, you didn’t believe them. you thought it was a load of rubbish. if it were true, then what do they make of those who perished for mondstadt’s freedom?

be that as it may, it didn’t stop their taunts. the sisters from the cathedral coo that you must’ve been looked after by the anemo archon himself! the less loony, but loony regardless, tease the wind sprite must be fond of you. the first three incidents they list can be passed off as coincidences in your eyes.

it first took place on a super windy day. your freshly washed laundry was swept off the clothes line to only heaven knows where, just to return neatly folded on your doorstep the next morning. the second time it happens, you were helping amber and the traveler decorate the main square of the city tor the windblume festival.

you stand on a ladder, as you mull over on how to fasten the flora banner to the building’s exterior when you accidentally lose your footing. gasps echo the area, preparing for the worst when a strong gust of wind passes, cradling you for a graceful landing. amber dashes to where you lay and fusses over you for any injuries.

aether, on the other hand, stays a foot behind you two while he waits for instructions. a breathless chuckle escapes your lips when it clicks in his mind who saved you.

and last but not least, possibly the most significant one and what had you second-guessing yourself, it plays out on your way home one evening after a day of running errands. you were walking on the grassy road outside of springvale when you hear a few hilichurls come near your direction. you can’t explain what occurs next without sounding like you’ve gone mad.

a gust of wind breezes past your figure, rustling the bushes distances away. it snatches the attention of the behemoths and earns you a window to flee. it was hereafter you start noting every unusual encounter. though, it was a senseless chat over a bottle of dandelion wine, a tiny remark from the town bard about your woes changed your mind.

“from your story, i’d say the anemo archon is greatly fond of you, miss,” venti slurs, then downs his nth swig of the night. the warm lighting of the tavern displays his inebriated state, highlighting the redness of his cheeks.

you’ve heard it one too many times. you would’ve scoffed at him if you weren’t sincerely piqued by what he had to say. it had you resting your arms on the table and leaning in to get a better look of his face. “the anemo archon?”

“hm...” he lazily nods his head along. “did you not know that he is still one with the wind? besides, it’s typical of barbatos to grow attached to his people. have you not heard of the stories? however… i have yet to hear a tale similar to yours.”

venti shrugs. “maybe the almighty god is endeared by a fair maiden like yourself.”

you didn’t reply.

you swallow the remainder of your drink before bidding him goodbye. deep down, you didn’t accept his answer. it made no sense at all! why would an archon fawn over a mortal? it sounds absurd. you make haste to return home and piece it together yourself.

without your knowledge, the subject of what’s been on your mind was overseeing your journey back. venti releases a big sigh of relief once he senses you set foot in your cottage safe and sound.

a new chatroom just opened!

↬ boyfriend texts ↠

◇ characters ◇ albedo, al haitham, ayato, childe, diluc, heizou, itto, kaeya, kazuha, thoma, venti, xiao, zhongli

◇ tags ◇ modern!au, established relationship, suggestive (on some), fluff (mostly), a dab of angst (kaeya), mentions of reader skipping meals (diluc)

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genshin men as one-night stands

premise: after a blurred night of passion, you try to leave your one-night stand's house. how do they convince you to stay?

tw: suggestive, minors dni

Spoils You Rotten

wakes you up to the smell of pancakes and coffee. usually, when you have one-night stands, you usually are quick to change and book it. but the smell of pancakes was just so heavenly, you let curiosity get the best of you.

when you get to the kitchen, you're welcomed to the sight of him in a frilly apron, flipping pancake batter on the pan. he hums to himself until he turns around to see you, gaping at him as if you'd just seen a ghost.

"good morning, love. do you want me to run the bath now? i know you're probably a little sore from yesterday. i have some scented candles in the cabinet, although i'm not sure which one you'd prefer so i wanted to wait for you to get up so you could choose."

"what—" you gulp, trying to process the sight before you.

he tilts his head, puzzled. "is something the matter, love?"

"i'm—i'm just surprised, is all," you try, "i didn't peg you as the type to have...um...one-night stands."

he chuckles, sliding the pancakes onto a plate. "i don't."

he turns to you, his eyes locked onto you. "you're not a one-night stand. i fully intend to get to know you better. now, i'd pick up that jaw off from the floor, dear. you're going to let the flies in."

snapping out of your bewilderment, you close your mouth.

"good. now, would you like to take a bath? the muffins should be done in ten. i can bring your breakfast over to you in a bath tray when it's ready. and maybe after..." he gives you an unexpected smile. "i can massage all your sore parts?"

zhongli, alhaitham, diluc, tighnari, kaeya, albedo

Will not physically let you leave the bed

you literally can't move. not even when you try. when you wake up, you find yourself in a bear trap. you're legs are tangled with someone else's their arms locked around your waist in a vice grip. instead of chirping birds, you hear the thudding heartbeat of their chest resting below your ear.

when you try to maneuver out of his hold, his arms only tighten around you more. he groans lowly in your ear, shifting a bit.

"what's the hold up?" he murmurs into the crown of your head. "stay."

so much for sneaking out unnoticed.

you stiffen at his morning voice. it's unexpectedly raspier than you'd expected. he takes the opportunity to kiss your forehead tenderly, a lot tenderly than a usual one-night stand would.

"i have some errands to run." it isn't entirely untrue. surely, there must be something you need to do today.

he stares at you for a long second before huffing. "five minutes won't hurt, those errands can wait."

"wait but—"

before you can brace for it, he's already turning on his side and taking you along with him. he nuzzles his nose into the crook of your neck, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses.

"you weren't thinking of leaving right after a night of intimacy, right?" he mused. "i thought you enjoyed last night. i certainly did."

you flushed at the memories. as much as you wanted to leave as you'd planned, it was awfully comfortable in his embrace. it was warm, soft, and welcoming.

"stay for a little longer, okay?" he cooed into your ear, pulling the covers over you. "at least, long enough for round two."

scaramouche, cyno, thoma, kaveh, itto,

Finds excuses to make you stay

the moment you make any sign of leaving, he's already calling for you to help him with something.

you try getting out of his grasp first thing in the morning? he's asking for a kiss on the cheek to wake him up, he can't get up without it. picking up your clothes off the floor? he's already offering you an extra change of clothes, not to mention helping you put it on. he even smiles at your flustered state. getting ready to leave? he's tugging your sleeve, offering his many amenities at home that are seemingly much better quality than yours: his cleanser, his cute headbands, his moisturizers.

and you can't say no. not when he's giving you those eyes. so you end up staying.

in a blink of an eye, you find yourself suddenly helping him smooth out the outfit he asked you to choose for him, hands running down his torso. leaning towards you, you can feel his eyes digging into your skin.

"thank you, sweet thing," he says, pressing a kiss on your nose.

"it's no problem," you mumble. "but i really—"

"how about staying for a cup of water?" he offered. "you know how important it is that you drink water first thing in the morning. it's supposed to be good for your skin. digestion too."

"well, alright—"

"and while we're at it, what about a movie? i have some classics i've been dying to watch and it's always better to watch with somone else."

you end up staying wayyy longer than you expected doing the small things: sorting through books, doing face masks, watching halfway through a movie, eating breakfast together, helping him look for butterflies on his front yard, getting the mail together. all while the two of you exchange jokes.

by the time it's well into the afternoon, you finally snap out of your daze, realizing the time.

"you just noticed?" he grins. "how cute. well, thank you for putting up with my antics, sweet thing."

he kisses you softly on the mouth.

"think of this morning as an advertisement for the other mornings to come, whenever you want to stay the night again. you won't regret it."

kaveh, itto, childe, ayato, kazuha, venti,

love is in the details.

after years of being married and living together, you two have settled into a little routine. what’s the little moments that make your life special?

genshin characters x reader 

brushing each other’s hair in the morning

early in the morning, regardless of whether either of you have to go out or not, you help brush each other’s hair. if you’re in a rush, he’s groggily following you into the kitchen, hairbrush in hand. you’ll be sitting there eating breakfast while he’s standing behind you trying to manage your bedhead.

his touch is gentle, loving as he files through your strands. if you have a specific hair routine in the morning, he’ll do that for you. rubbing your favorite hair oil in his hands, he’ll gingerly comb it through your hair, massaging your scalp in the process.

and you’ll brush through his hair and try to micromanage the little tufts that stick out. when you’re finished, he’ll turn around to give you the softest kiss on the forehead and say “thank you, love.”

when you two know neither of you are going out for the rest of the day, you’ll pull out your collection of flowery clips you saw the other day at the market and tie his hair up in multiple silly little ponytails decorated with butterflies.

even if he doesn’t like it, he’ll never tell you. not when you look so happy, content with making a mini ponytail that made him look akin to a unicorn. instead, he’ll sit still and look pretty, watching through the mirror’s reflection as you clip his hair back with a giggle. his eyes will soften, like you’re the most precious thing. 

kaeya, kazuha, diluc, zhongli, baizhu, albedo, alhaitham, xiao

 brushing your teeth together

it doesn’t seem like a big thing, but you two make it a point to never brush your teeth without the other. not if you can help it, at least. when one of you gets out of bed before the other, whether it’s because you have something you need to do or you’re making breakfast, the other will quickly follow suit. 

when your eyes accidentally meet each other’s in the mirror, he’ll raise his hand to ruffle through your hair. and depending on his mood, he might put you into playful headlock, not letting go until you squeeze the fat at his waist. 

sometimes while you’re doing other things, he’ll come from to tug at your wrist, signaling that he needs to brush his teeth after eating something sweet. he won’t say anything, but the two of you have quickly reached a silent understanding. 

and if he’s feeling a little bit annoying that day, he’ll press a messy kiss on your cheek. you’ll groan as you clean the toothpaste off your face but he’ll just smile smirk cheekily at you as he tries to dodge your own kisses. 

in the midst of your scuffle, if toothpaste lands on your shirt you’ll point at it and laugh together. 

some days, when you’re sad, you find it hard to keep up with personal hygiene. there are days where it feels too hard to get out of bed and take care of yourself, but he’s always there to make self-care seem just a bit easier. 

childe, thoma, tighnari, scaramouche, kaveh, ayato, gorou, alhaitham

singing songs in the kitchen

when you two are cooking, the two of you will sing together. it’s not some loud thing. if one of you has a song stuck in your head, you’ll hum it in harmony as you fry the eggs. 

occasionally, you two will break out in full-on concerts. you’ll pretend that the spatula is your microphone as you preform a grammy-winning duet. as you wait for the pot the boil, you’ll dance as if you’re on stage in front of thousands. 

as time passes, you guys end up leaving a notepad and pen somewhere in the corner. while you’re cooking, baking, or simply getting a snack from the fridge, if you have some kind of song/lyric idea you’ll messily scribble it down and be on your merry way. 

and so, you two probably have a couple albums worth of silly songs. sometimes you write it together, sometimes you’ll pass by and check to see if he added something new. sometimes the songs are about the new cooking recipe you’re trying out, sometimes it’s a sweet love song. 

either way, the two of you are jamming it out in the kitchen. whether the two of you are cutting vegetables or stirring the pot, you two are in harmony. 

venti, kaeya, kaveh, kazuha, cyno, childe, itto, thoma

playing little pranks 

when you least expect it, he’ll switch your rings. just to see if you’d noticed. he’ll give you at least a couple of hours (at most a day, but that’s only if you’re really busy) to notice. if you do, he just smiles cheekily and switches them back. if you don’t, he’ll pout and ask for a kiss to make up for it. 

when you’re feeling overworked and burnt out, he’ll walk into the room with a glass of water and some fruit. he’ll give you a kiss for good luck, nuzzling his nose into the crown of your hair and walk out swiftly as if he was never there. 

if you don’t look up fast enough to catch him before he’s out the room, you’ll miss the fact that he’s wearing your bra outside of his shirt and walking as if he was on a runway. when you do, you’re quick to act on it. you sprint out of the room with the biggest grin. by then, he’s heard your footsteps and is already on the run. when you catch him, you pepper him with hundreds of tiny little kisses.

“that’s what you get for taking my bra,” you say in-between giggles. 

he wraps his arms around your neck, peppering you with equally as many kisses. 

“i don’t think this is a very good punishment. i’m not supposed to like it,” he muses cheekily. 

when the two of you’ve calmed down, he’ll give you a final kiss goodbye before you return to work, recharged.

his little shenanigans might be distracting sometimes, but it’s because of him that you’ve learned the importance of stepping back and letting yourself breathe. 

venti, childe, kaveh, kaeya, itto, ayato

“zip it up for me, would you darling?”

premise: tonight, the two of you are attending a very important gala and you need help zipping up your dress. how does he react? tw: suggestive, minors dni

teases you

he'll zip it up, but not without a fight. you groan as he wiggles his eyebrows through the reflection of the mirror. instead of zipping the dress quickly like you'd hoped, his hands make themselves at home inside the dress.

his touch is light, but very much present, his fingers run down your back, tracing circles over your hips before wrapping around to your stomach. the way the dress hugs against your skin has his hands pressed even that more closely to you. he gives a playful squeeze to your stomach before trailing his hands lower—

you grip his wrists through the fabric of your dress.

"this is a rental," you remind him carefully. "you're going to stretch the dress out if you go any further."

he hums. "that's fine with me. i can always buy you a nicer dress."

he smiles coyly, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "in fact, i'd prefer there be no dress at all."

you stare at him, surprised. but before you can reply, he's already removed his hands and zipped up your dress.

"but we can always save that for after the gala, right?"

alhaitham, childe, kaveh, venti, gorou, kazuha, heizou, ayato, kaeya

uses it as an excuse to fluster you

he'll eye you intently through the reflection of the mirror before slowly dragging his gaze down the line of your back. his gaze is heavy, letting you feel his eyes prickle on your skin.

after moments of silence, he'll zip up the dress for you, just like you asked, but he'll also pull you close to him. his hands plant themselves at your hips. his chin finds its place in the crook of your neck as his lips rest dangerously close to your ear.

there's a sly smirk playing on his lips that's telling you he's up to no good.

"now it's your turn to return the favor, dear. i need some help zipping up my pants. or zipping down, if that's what you prefer."

alhaitham, diluc, kaeya, zhongli, childe, ayato, scaramouche, venti, cyno

gets flustered

when you asked him, he'd been too preoccupied with his own suit that he didn't notice your bare back exposed to him. but when he finally looks up, he freezes.

you peer at him curiously. "is something wrong?"

for the first few seconds, he makes no reaction. his eyes are stuck to your back. you smile at his silence. "what, can't handle a bit of skin?"

it's then that he finally snaps out of it. but he doesn't dare move or change his posture.

"um, no. it's fine."

you quirk a brow at him but say nothing more about it. "then can you help me? i don't think i can reach it."

he's hesitant, but moves towards you regardless. with a pair of shaky fingers, he zips up your dress.

if you pay attention close enough, you'll hear him whisper softly under his breath.

"this is dangerous."

xiao, tighnari, scaramouche, albedo, zhongli, thoma

makes you late to the gala

he doesn't zip it at all. in fact, the moment you offer, he's on you.

"you're so beautiful. how did i ever get you as a lover?" he says as he peppers you in kisses. his arms wrap around you, tugging you closer to him. "you're gorgeous. stunning. even without the dress. speaking of which..."

needless to say, the two of you arrive fashionably late to the gala. with both of you needing to redo your hair and makeup, you two don't arrive as early as you'd planned. nonetheless, while you exchange greetings with other guests, your delivering very specific looks to each other, as if suggesting round two.

kaeya, childe, venti, kaveh, heizou, itto

genshin men sleeping habits

premise: in the early glows of the morning, you wake up in the vice grip of your lover. while it’s very heartwarming, you need to go to work. how does he convince you to stay in bed with him a little longer? 

tw: suggestive for the last one

pretends to be asleep but doesn’t let up with his fucking grip regardless

you’ve. tried. everything. you tried nudging him awake, even gave him a couple kisses, but he doesn’t let up. instead, he groans and flips over, taking you along with him. you yelp, unable to brace for impact as you’re suddenly on your side.  

he shuffles a bit, wrapping his legs around you a little tighter (if that was even possible). he presses his nose into the crook of your neck. he sighs, content.

after minutes of effort, you decide to relinquish any hopes of waking him up. 

“i give up,” you say. “you win. a little longer won’t hurt, right?”

you get no response. but you don’t really need one anyway. 

he’s not a very good pretender, with the way his lips can’t help but break out into a little triumphant smile. 

alhaitham, kaeya, kaveh, childe, tighnari, thoma, zhongli, diluc, ayato, venti, baizhu, kazuha, scaramouche, xiao

he ambushes you when you least expect it

after many attempts to squeeze out of his hold, you’re successful. out of breath, maybe, but at least you gained the ability to finally roll out of bed and start the day. 

sitting up, you give one last glance to your lover. the way his chest rises and falls so rhythmically. the peaceful look on his face. the way he squints when the sunlight hits his eyes. how his hands unconsciously look for you again. you almost feel bad. 

that is, until you take one—maybe two, if he’s feeling generous—steps away from the bed. without any kind of sign, signal, or warning, he launches out of bed. he lunges at you like a ravenous wolf, wrapping his arms around your waist and hauling you back to bed with great force. he huffs when you land on his chest, but he’s quick to recover. 

he wraps his arms around your shoulders, locking you in with his legs. “you’re not leaving me.” 

you can’t help the grin spreading across your lips as you squirm. “let me go. i’m going to be late—”

he retaliates by peppering your neck with chaste kisses. “nuh uh. yo can’t leave me. my heart won’t allow it.” 

you can’t even turn to face him. “honey, if you don’t let me go, next time i’m going to burn your breakfast.”

“uh huh.”

“i’ll steal all your favorite clothes and hide them,” you threaten.

“please do. i’m sure you’ll love my birthday suit,” he quips back.

“and i’m going to use all the hot water.”

“we can always shower together.” 

“i’ll—”

“do you’re worst. i can take it,” he teases. “i’m still not letting you go. i chose you, i’m going to keep you ‘til the end of time. forever!”

with that, he presses sloppery kisses all over your face despite your protests that he needs to brush his teeth. even so, you can’t help but feel as if staying for five minutes more might not be so bad.

kaeya, kaveh, childe, thoma, venti, itto, heizou, ayato

“assures” you that getting ready doesn’t take as long as you know it does

“what if i did your hair and makeup for you?” he muses, pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek.

you scoff playfully. “do you even know my makeup routine?”

“it can’t be as complicated as mine. oh! you could eat breakfast while i button up your clothes for you.”

his offer gets a laugh out of you. “we both know you’re not going to finish buttoning it up.”

“hm? whatever do you mean?” his hands drag down your waist to your hips, tracing slow circles. “you don’t trust me to put your clothes on for you?”

“i don’t think they’ll stay on, that’s the problem,” you say, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. “you know how you get in the morning.”

“do i? how about you remind me? my little friend could use some help waking up—” 

you give him a look of warning, to which he groans. “fine, fine.”

with that, he’s left you in silence, absentmindedly petting your head. he closes his eyes.

...

...

...

“if you aren’t going to say anything, i’m going drop kick you.” 

he huffs. “don’t rush your genius boyfriend. what if i brushed your teeth  while you brushed your hair? as they say, teamwork makes the dream work.”

you furrow your brows. “wouldn’t you get toothpaste on my shirt?”

“how about the other way around?” 

you smile. “hmm... i like the sound of that.” 

he smiles back, pressing a kiss to your nose. “well okay then. five more minutes it is then.” 

you snuggle into his embrace, knowing very that he just spent the last five minutes trying to convince you to stay for five minutes more. 

gorou, childe, heizou, cyno, ayato, baizhu, diluc, zhongli, itto, kazuha, tighnari, venti, albedo

he suggests the two of you go for round two

he puts on a mischievous little grin, one you know is up to no good. “what if we ‘slept’ a little more and you called in sick?” 

his hand crawls down to your inner thigh, tracing teasing circles. “you’d be too sore to go to work anyways...you need to take care of yourself. what would your boss say if she saw you walking with a limp. hm? what do you say?”

you scoff at that. “i don’t think the solution you’re thinking of is going to help that.” 

he purses his lips, as if in deep contemplation. with his free hand, he grips your hips a little tighter to pull you back towards him. you stiffen in surprise at something hard pressing against the curve of your ass. his morning wood twitches. “are you sure? maybe you’re sore because you haven’t done the proper stretches yet. luckily for you, your precious boyfriend knows a couple ways to get your hamstrings all loosened up. i could draw us a bath after... turn on some music... maybe go again? doesn’t that sound good?”

you chuckle. “you’re impossible.”

he presses a soft, open-mouth kiss to the crook of your neck. “only with you, love.” 

scaramouche, kaeya, ayato, childe, kazuha, thoma, tighnari

how the genshin men rizz you up

premise: although you two have been dating for some time now, they never keep trying to charm you. what are ways your boyfriend keeps you on your toes?

WILL get into your favorite books/shows and try to copy your favorite characters

sometimes while you’re just chilling, he’ll walk into the room reading one of your books or having your favorite show playing on his phone. and because your tastes aren’t always shared, you’ll raise an eyebrow in question. “i thought you didn’t like it.” 

he doesn’t say anything, just merely shrugs at you and simply goes on with his day. and after that point, whenever you try to playfully glance over his shoulder, he flinches away. you’re confused, but don’t really say anything else. you trust him. if he didn’t want you to know, you’d respect that. 

you’d never expect two weeks later to be greeted with the sight of him with a fake rose in his mouth dressed as your favorite character you’d been gushing to him about for the past two months. you’re 100% sure he ordered his costume right off of amazon, with the way it barely fits him.

“why hello there,” he greets, still with the flower in-between his teeth. outstretched in his hand is a bag of your favorite candies. there’s something about his wig that makes this situation seem unreal. even if your favorite character shared the same hair color as him, he still puts on the wig, as if to really sell it to you.

you don’t even bother trying to stifle your laugh. if your carrying anything, you drop it immediately to bend down, cradling your stomach. “oh my god,” you say in-between chortles, wiping away a stray tear, “you are so cute.” 

he pouts. “is it not good?”

you can barely contain your smile. “it’s perfect.”

“but you’re laughing. you’re not supposed to do that. you’re supposed to get flustered and play along while i sweep you off your feet.” 

you tenderly take the candies out of his hands and put it on the table, placing his terribly-placed wig down along with it. running your hands through his hair, you kiss him softly. he’s quick to reciprocate, quietly moaning and cupping your jaw. he matches your pace, if not a little more eager. 

“don’t you worry, you do that already.” 

alhaitham, zhongli, gorou, tighnari, scaramouche, xiao, thoma, ayato, baizhu

bluntly expresses his feelings towards you

almost painfully so. 

“you look sexy in that hoodie.” 

“i know,” you reply monotonously. “i also know that we’re in a grocery store right now and there are children here.” 

he’s not always straightforward about his thoughts, but on days he’s feeling especially affectionate, the words slip right through. 

“listen, i just think the way you wear them is really cute. not anyone can pull it off, you know? but you do it so effortlessly. it makes your butt look super squeezable,” he comments, grinning when you give him a glare. “your face in general is just very hot. it’s just my type. i didn’t even know i had a type. i think i have a crush on you, honestly.” he leans his head on your shoulder, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. “you always know how to make me feel like a nervous teenager all over again.” 

“that’s very sweet,” you say with a chaste kiss on his cheek, “but i don’t know if saying this in the middle of the self-checkout is appropriate.”

he huffs, scanning the fruits and vegetables. “it’s fine if the children hear that, though, right? it’ll teach them to be more expressive.”

“i guess that’s true,” you humor him, “still, i’d appreciate it if we could enjoy this moment where it’s quieter.”

he contemplates before nodding. “okay, if that’s what you want.” he fixes his posture. “anything for you.”

you smile. “thank you.” 

when you get home, he continues to shower you in compliments. as he takes the large haul of groceries out of the car, he rambles. like a puppy, he trails after you as you unlock the door to your shared house, letting him inside to put all of your groceries on the dining table. 

“i just don’t think i appreciate you enough,” he mutters. “whenever you get me coffee in the mornings, i never thank you, but you spoil me as if i did anyway. i know sometimes i get mad at you for disagreeing with me but later on i end up regretting it.” 

he takes out the eggs carefully as if they were his own children and puts them in the fridge. “you’re always looking at the pros and cons for me, even when i don’t want to hear them. i love you so, so, so, so much. i appreciate you and respect you. even when you sometimes don’t want to cuddle.” he laughs, taking the strawberries out of your hands to put them away.

“i love our relationship dynamic, did you know that? because i know that. we’re always making sure we don’t go crazy. like that one time you helped me calm down when i was having a bad day. i love how you and i always tackle our problems together, whether they’re shared out not. you never make me feel like a bad person, just in progress. and i love how you trust me enough to open up to me, i know it hasn’t been easy but i appreciate that you’re always trying. you make loving you seem like the only right answer.”

by the time he’s done talking, you’ve put everything away. he ends his talk with tranquil silence, gathering the empty grocery bags and setting them aside for later use.

this time, you’re actually flustered. “where did all that come from?”

he doesn’t always get like this. sometimes he’s a little quieter, sometimes he gives you a small “love you” and it’s all you need to know. 

he shrugs. “i don’t know. i just felt like you needed to know and i had to tell you right away.” 

he gives you a little kiss like it’s nothing and goes to turn on the tv, leaving you speechless. in your previous relationships, romantic or platonic, no one had really taken the time to acknowledge your efforts so directly. you’d spend hours if not days worrying if your affections were equally reciprocated (or at least appreciated). being so openly appreciated was a new feeling that left you feeling open and vulnerable, which you were beginning to learn wasn’t necessarily a bad feeling at all. 

thoma, childe, itto, gorou, heizou, kaeya, kaveh, venti 

writes love letters to you

he writes them everywhere. on post-it notes, on pieces of scratch paper, on the margins of your work notepad (although you’ve had to hide them at some point because they were starting to get outside of the margins and you still needed them to write in). 

in these little notes, he’ll write all sorts of different things. whether it’d be how much he loves you, about a particular moment you shared that he felt was precious (he’d write it in specific detail, as if it were an excerpt from a novel), or any miscellaneous thoughts he believed was important to convey (”you looked really cute in that dress that other day. i love how you looked so happy in it.”).

he writes things as he thinks them. sometimes you two will be watching a movie together and he’ll have an ‘aha’ moment, get up, and grab a piece of paper to write in.  

and then he’ll leave them everywhere. 

everywhere. you once found a note just as you were putting your clothes in the washer. (”oh, i must’ve left it there.”)

one day, you end up asking him why he writes them, even though sometimes they’re not even intended to be read by you.

“i heard that you remember things better when you write them down,” he started. “sometimes i’d get little thoughts of you and i thought it’d be a waste to forget them.”

you open your mouth to say something but he continues. 

“on anniversaries and stuff like that, i always end up forgetting what i want to say. i’ll get so nervous or in the moment my mind will go blank. i don’t like that. so i thought that if i wrote them down, it’d help me remember exactly how to put my feelings into words.” he turns to look at you and beams. “and if they also help remind you how much i love you, then i’d say it’s an added bonus.” 

alhaitham, diluc, cyno, kazuha, albedo, baizhu, zhongli, xiao

makings kissing a game

whoever gives the most kisses wins. of course, neither of you are keeping track, but that doesn’t stop him from planting a big kiss on your mouth in the middle of the movie and saying, “fifteen points!” 

and naturally, not one to lose, you take up the challenge. you plant two kisses. that is where it escalates to the point where you two are trying to kiss each other without being kissed. it ends up with a lot of strange head movement that results in a fit of giggles. 

he kisses you on the cheek when he hands you your coffee like it’s a habit. in early mornings, when the two of you are still waking up, he’ll whisper a soft “five points” with a raspy voice. when you lunge to get him back for it, he’ll dodge, rubbing his eyes and pointing a little finger at you. “haha missed me.” 

on days you have work, if you don’t give him his goodbye kiss he’ll catch you on the way out. he’ll follow you groggily, silently. mid-way with putting your shoes on he’ll plant his lips on yours. his hand comes up to cup your face, gently caressing the apple of your cheek. you’re expecting him to murmur some amount of points at that point. but instead, he smiles into the kiss and hums. “i love you,” he whispers, “have a good day.” 

you end up leaving with a racing heart. although you’re used to his antics, he never fails to remind you how swoonworthy a simple kiss goodbye can be. 

venti, childe, ayato, heizou, tighnari, kazuha, cyno, kaveh, thoma, kaeya

Uses ‘loml❤️’ unironically because why not? In turn everyone around you both cringes asf

“You are the love of my life though—🤨”

Hina, BAJI, Venti, HU TAO, CHILDE, Pah chin, Koko, Hinata, KUROO, Makoto, Asahi

Uses ‘loml💚’ ironically because they can’t go 10 minutes without pissing you off they just need you to react and they’re happy.

“Darling, honey, love of my life please can you use those vOLupTuous legs of yours to pass me the remote—”*snicker*

HANMA, Mikey, NAHOYA, Tsukishima, ATSUMU, suna, Kaeya, Venti again, SANZUUU, Yuzuha, rindou, RAN

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Just saw Lunasmr new vid ,AND OMG , THE RING ,THE RING THE FREAKING RIIING SCAGHSHDJD

Everything makes so much sense aaaaaaaa

it's was so good,i actually had some tears in my eyes qwq.

(Sfw) The first time you call him a term of endearment

Characters: Albedo, Al-Haitham, Childe, Diluc, Venti

Warnings: None, reader is described to be short in Diluc's section

WC: 884 words

Pt. 2, Pt. 3

"My love, can you pass me the beaker please?" Albedo says nothing at first, passing the glass beaker to you. A few moments pass before the words you said register in his mind. He looks up from what he was doing, blinking owlishly. Feeling his gaze on you, you look up.

"Is there something bothering you?"

"You called me...'my love'." You offer a crooked smile.

"I did. Is that a problem?" He shakes his head, and you think that's the end of it, but his gaze stays focused on you. You look away and go back to fiddling with the beakers, observing how the liquid swirls around in the container. He eventually looks back at the instruments he was using, although his focus has now been shaken.

"Al-Haitham, my beloved, do you know where my bag is?" You walk out to the living room, where your boyfriend was currently reading a book on the couch. He gestures in a general direction and you move your gaze to spot the black leather bag resting against one of the bookshelves near the door. You thank him and walk over to pick it up.

"I'll be back in a couple hours. Don't wait up!" You slip on your shoes and open the door, about to step out.

"Be safe, dear," he calls after you, nearly making you stumble. You glance back at him, feeling your cheeks warm up, but his body remains the same. No signs of embarrassment or timidness from calling you 'dear.' You clear your throat and step out of the house, closing the door behind you.

The moment the door clicks shut, Al-Haitham pulls his book down, revealing the soft dusting of his cheeks.

"Baby, can you put the bread in the oven while I wash up?" You call out to Childe, drying your hands with a towel. You don't get a verbal response-- instead, after a few moments of silence, you hear rapid running and the slamming open of the kitchen door. You jump in surprise, looking back utterly bewildered at your boyfriend.

His cerulean eyes are shining with excitement and you swear he looked like a dog being offered a giant bone.

"Did you just call me 'baby?'" He asked, positively shaking from head to toe. You raise an eyebrow.

"I did. Why does tha- wha- hey!" You're cut off by Childe rushing you and wrapping his arms around your waist, picking you up and spinning around. Laughter from both of you fills the room.

"I am your baby, and you're my baby too~ So now you can no longer call me 'Childe' or 'Ajax' or even 'Tartaglia'! I will only respond to 'baby'," he explains, carefully setting you down. You shake your head laughing, taking his hands into yours.

"Well, I asked my baby to do something for me. Can you go ahead and do that?" He nods and quickly grabs the pan with the unbaked loaf of bread, rushing to throw it in the oven.

Diluc was walking down the halls of Dawn Winery, musing to himself, and almost didn't notice you jumping on your tippy-toes trying to reach the top shelf of the bookshelf. He stops and watches you, amused. He opens his mouth to offer his help, but you beat him to it.

"Darling, could you be a dear and get this book off the top shelf? I need it to return to the library before Lisa hunts me down," you request, looking over at him. His mouth parts slightly, and you notice the slight widening of his eyes.

"Ah...what?"

"The book. I need it and it appears you put it on the top shelf. Could you get it for me?" You ask again, jumping on your toes to emphasize your limits. He clears his throat and nods, walking over to assist you. It's simple and he's handing you the book in no time at all. You smile up at him, hugging the book.

"Thank you, Diluc! I'll be back soon!" You rush off to begin your journey to the Knights of Favonius Library, failing to notice the pout that was forming on your lover's lips.

"I quite prefer to be called darling instead of my own name," he whispers to himself.

Currently, you and Venti were resting under the giant tree at Windrise. While he strummed his lyre lazily, you take the time to appreciate the sounds of the peaceful environment around you. Birds chirp in the branches above you, and as the wind blows you can hear the leaves rustling. The nearby river runs freely, the water splashing against the stones guiding the path, and sunshine peeks through small gaps in the trees, shining down on your lover. The warm light compliments his soft, almost boyish features well, reminding you of how divine of a being he was. You can't help being enamored.

"I'll never get over how beautiful you look, flower," you sigh out, thinking that only you can hear it. However, Venti's ears are better than you think and his strumming pauses. He looks over at you, a smile plastered on his face.

"'Flower?' Now that's a new one," he teases, and he enjoys the embarrassed look that flashes across your face.

"But to me, you are the prettiest flower there is."

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