Genshin Men As Types Of Valorant/video Game Players

#assigning genshin men with songs from my spotify playlist

—multiple scenarios depending on the songs assigned to them

CHARACTERS. Albedo, Childe, Diluc, Gorou, Kaeya, Kazuha, Scaramouche, Thoma, Venti, Xiao, Zhongli

THEMES. more fluff than angst, actually. only some has angst (venti’s & zhongli’s especially). comfort on thoma’s.

WARNINGS. reader is not a good person in scara’s part.

NOTES. this is quite new to me so i hope you liked how i wrote this one! it’s quite long each character so i hope you guys will enjoy~ i really liked Kaeya’s song & part here. I also literally listened to venti’s voice while playing the song and it resonates tf. also it’s funny how i’m referring to my spotify playlist here but i linked youtube for the songs,,,

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ALBEDO - Yellow by Kina Grannis

Feelings beyond the capacity of words, being succumbed and accompanied by the chirps of the crickets and the silent but gentle sound of the cold night breeze that passes by both of your forms with every chance it gets—as if the Anemo Archon himself was in approval of this. This moment feels reminiscent somehow; him sketching onto paper, your moonlit beauty radiating from where you were sitting on the grass, a curve of a smile playing by your lips as you stare up at the starry sky. If he was asked, he thinks the stars were smiling back at you.

“We should bring Klee here sometime. Although we’d have to be strong in case she pleads to go fish blasting again. I’d hate to burden Jean once she finds out about it,” there you went, thinking about other people. He thinks you worry about them too much, more than your own. Yet he keeps the words inside of him, knowing full well that it was one of the things he liked about you anyway; your love for others.

If he could wish for the stars, he’d say that he hopes that the shine in your eyes will never die—that genuine love and care to shine for other people.

And if it does, he will not hesitate to put it back on for you.

CHILDE - Crazy by Daniela Andrade

You very well knew what being close to a Fatui Harbinger would mean.

You not only have heard whispers, mutters, or talks about them—you were lectured by your very own parents not to even associate yourself with them.

It’s crazy ironic how now, those warnings were not heeded and were tackled very differently than it should have been. Consequences—such a word that most people had already told you about the moment they learned about your connection with him.

To hell with it.

Everything has their consequences, and if you had heeded the others’ words before, then you will also lose this life--the life that was almost robbed off of you just because of these stereotypes of a Fatui Harbinger.

You held your guards up when you first met him, you tried. But his charm was indeed something not to be reckon with, now you could barely imagine a life without him anymore. This must be what it is, right? This must be how it is to love and be loved.

You were suddenly aware of the softness of the locks in between your fingers, your eyes then glancing down as a smile forms on your face when you gazed upon your lover—your Childe; your Tartaglia; your Ajax. A man who had drenched not only his clothes and his hands but his whole mind with violence, a man who had sworn loyalty to a god who you do not worship—nonetheless respected.

It’s crazy how you love him.

But it’s also crazy how he loves you back and was willing to defy all odds just to have you by his side as well.

DILUC - Once Upon a December by Christy Altomare

It was almost like a fairytale. For him, meeting you was like a fairytale carved right out of a children’s book that his father used to read him with when he was way younger, when he still hadn’t got the sense of justice he had as he grew older. You were his savior, even if you were not truly aware of it.

“What are you thinking about, Luc?” he hears you say, in an instant, his eyes were on yours. He could feel it again—being bare in front of someone and letting it be like that, for them to see your soul and your entire being, trusting them with your whole heart.

He leans in to the side after a couple of moments, still swaying with you on beat with the background music that seemed to have continuously played despite the time that had passed by, his nose catching the fresh and natural scent of your skin. How many minutes had it been since you two were standing in the middle of the bedroom you shared since the day you two had gotten married? Basking in each other’s presence under the blessing of the evening.

“Would it bother you if I say that I’ve been thinking about you?” he says—almost like a whisper, actually. He very well knew you could hear him, but for him, this was like a secret, one that he wishes to keep with you and you alone.

One of your hands then curls to his waist, leaning yourself closer until you are hugging him whilst still swaying and taking hold of one of his hands. Also leaning to his shoulder and ear, he could only smile as you replied, “How could I when you’re also in miy mind most of the time?”

GOROU - Meet me on the Battlefield by SVRCINA

The world was unfair, Everyone knew that--both you and him were very aware of it as well.

Fighting an army by a god was never deemed as easy. With the limited resources and fighters, it was not a surprise that someone like you had joined them in the battlefield as well.

He was against this at first, but seeing your battle prowess, the Divine Priestess herself could not fulfill the General’s request to not let his lover partake in the fights. Sooner, he came to accept this and respected you and Her Highness’ decision.

The world was unfair, but he would not go down without a fight.

You suddenly feel his fingers slip to yours, feeling the familiar comforting warmth that had always been there since the start, his resolve that had never wavered and was infectious enough for you and of course, the other people around him. This is not just both of you fighting for your lives, this is a fight for Inazuma and its people. Even if your name as the Resistance was tainted amongst those who don't know why all of you were fighting, the echoes of your hearts will remain the same.

“Meet you later?” he turns to you like when he usually does, a small and assuring smile on his face, one that you could confess that you always look forward to. In every start of a battle for your lives, you two became accustomed to greeting each other this way--for you both to survive like you always do, probably; an assurance that everything can stay the same after a battle of fortitude against the Shogunate.

Mirroring his smile, you nodded, “Always,”

In the land of Eternity where silver clangs to silver, iron smashes to iron; this is an eternity that you both had always hoped for.

To be safe--it’s a prayer that your minds and hearts chant along the intake of your breaths. It’s a prayer that you both wished towards a god that is willing to listen.

KAEYA - Who Am I by RIELL (Acoustic)

(has implications of god!reader)

Threads of fate, strings of love, needles of the past—with unblind eyes, he knew what he was looking for.

When his eyes clashed with yours, when his hands met yours, when your voice penetrated his mind; he knew—knew what he was getting himself into, knew what falling under the spell of your kiss entails to someone like him.

He knew, and yet he couldn’t stop himself from having a taste.

The grip of his blood runs through his very veins, through the same eyes that you stare at with your Divine ones, through the hands that you still hold with your own tainted ones—tainted from the blood of his kind.

In this game of love, shall he prevail in the name of his family or for the sake of you—the god he accidentally fell in love with?

Who is he really?

Who was he supposed to be?

These questions ran dry from the answers it was neglected of as he grasped onto the handle of a door, turning them open to be blinded by the light.

“Kaeya, honey, you’re here?” your voice rings in his mind, infiltrating his plans and making him question his own identity.

You came, dressed in casual clothes that no one could even guess you were a god living amongst men—he didn’t, wasn’t able to until you revealed it to him as his lover.

He forgets everything and lets go of the rope towards the end goal as he leans in and presses a kiss on your lips and whispering the words “I’m home,”

KAZUHA - I won’t give up by Jason Mraz

A peaceful and windy evening, the unsettled sound of the leaves on tree branches and the grasses n the ground, the darkness of the sky illuminated by merely the moon alone.

A storm is brewing.

“Kazu, do you really have to?” you already knew that something was bothering him. That despite this supposedly jovial night date around the harbor, there seemingly was a voice that he couldn’t release. You didn’t need his hypersensitive sense of smell to read him—you’ve known him quite well enough with the year that was given for the both of you.

But tonight, tonight was different, and you’ve already perceived what the storm inside of his head had been meaning to say to you.

When you looked into his eyes, he wore the same ones from when you met him. And without any answer, you knew what it would be anyway. Before you could even look away, you felt the warmth of his hand on yours, meeting your gaze without a single thought hidden beneath the clouds of the plum of his orbs.

“I’ll come back home, I promise,” he says, because it was true. He already found his home here in Liyue, with you.

His other hand fishes something from his pockets and once he retrieves it, you could only gasp as he slips the silver band on one of your fingers delicately. Now, both of his hands were on yours, cupping them and grasping them with so much care and love that you felt it right through your bones how sure he was with his decision and his feelings for you.

“Meeting you was one of the most unexpected things that had ever happened to me, but unlike the others, you, my dove, brought the light back into my very eyes and gave me strength to face the sun once more. For that, I thank you. I want to come back to you with my heart whole and my spirit rested, so wait for me. And marry me by then.”

SCARAMOUCHE - Saints by Echos

At first, he was merely amused by you.

How could a thief steal from the Fatui—a Harbinger no less? It was purely entertainment to hear you spit curses at him and to feel the daggers of your glare, yet he was too amused, it seems.

“Be one of us, Y/n. Your skills will be wasted by the likes of your kind,” he said, holding out a hand—at that very moment, you knew that you were making a deal with the devil.

You took his hand and his path of life, became a part of it and soon, he was also a part of yours—too much to even see a world without him in it.

“Are you done?” his arms were crossed when he entered your tent, his eyes scanning over the Treasure Hoarders that you seem to have caught once again—seemingly in the same state as others before them. His eyes pierces yours, scanning them, probably to see whether there were remnants of your past self, ones that had vanished the moment you became one of them. “You’re far different than who you were before.”

You snicker to yourself, soon evolving into a laugh as you faced him, one hand on your stomach, finding his statement quite hilarious, “Coming from you,” you respond when you were able to, eyes glowering under the dim light, “you’re not so innocent either, dearest.”

He smirks, but there was hesitation in his eyes and a pressure in his chest that he could not seem to fathom—or particularly care about.

When he met you, without meaning to, you stole his heart too. And now, he didn’t know if offering you to be part of the Fatui was his best or worst decision of all.

THOMA - 17 by Pink Sweat$ feat. Joshua & DK of SEVENTEEN

Days with him never lacked energy and motion. Every person he had ever encountered is a testament to how he’s such a helpful kind of guy. Always there when you needed something, always holding out a hand in assurance that he was there—most especially to you.

“I apologize, but we’ll be taking our leave now,” he smiles towards the others and you could only wonder why he pulls you both aside, hand comfortably on your back, making you a bit closer to him as you walked side by side, the warmth of his form radiating from where he was, warming you up from the coldness of the night and the soul inside of your body.

It seemed, he sensed it again.

Wordlessly when you were far away from the crowd, he halted you both and he faced you to open his arms, to which you knowingly went and circled your hands on his waist, pressing your face on his chest. He wraps his own on your form, one hand tapping gently on one of your shoulders, “There, there. That party was stuffy, huh? Do you want to stay here for a while?”

When you nod, he leans his chin on your head, humming in response, “We could stay here for as long as you’d like,”

In the middle of the way towards Mt. Yuogo, there you two stood, only for the both of you to sway into a soundless music, nothing but the hums of nature surrounding the both of you, comforting you even more.

VENTI - Hurricane by Anson Seabra

Such sad eyes, that was your first impression of his viridescent orbs.

A smile that could mask any emotions that may be on that lonely soul of his, jovial music that clouds the sad words that he’s been hiding inside that mind of his—anyone could be deceived by then, honestly.

Not you.

The night you met him, it was as if a gust of wind had your heart pounding and your mind racing. Even without knowing his face or his name or his voice before, you felt that he was familiar.

“Do I know you?” you asked, and when you met his eyes, you were sure that the next words that slips your lips were affirmative despite his own answers.

“From a previous life, perhaps?” was your question, and he answered with a laugh.

“My, my, must you really be that curious about this humble bard? You could have asked for my name, you know!”

A liar, that’s what he was, and you knew it, he knew it.

Who was he to stop himself and bite his tongue of the lies that come out of his lips when he could still remember the way your eyes lost its life in front of him countless of times—all because of him, all because he was a greedy god who loved a human who’ll always meet the same fate as you would always do when you start to feel the same for him.

Fate hates him, but there is nothing he wants more than you.

XIAO - Can you hold me by NF feat. Britt Nicole

Not very many knew of the lone yaksha on the topmost level of Wangshu Inn, as well as the stories that lie beneath the surface that he holds upfrontly.

Cold, dismissive, very few with words; almost anyone would be riddled away especially if he wants to—he does, he needs.

“Desires? Ha. Do not judge Adepti by your mortal ideas. I have no desire.”

He does have one, actually.

His existence is an epiphany to most, but more so with the so-called lover who had tamed his heart—very few knew about you, and he meant to keep it that way.

“Xiao, you’re tense again,” your voice was like an angel, your touch was like feather, the muscles on his back easing up instantly at the contact as he lets you rub them gently and carefully, “relax, I’m sure you’ve vanquished the demons to temper the dangers for the meantime. You need to rest up as well, my love.”

He could never say no to you, not when you were beginning to calm the embers in his mind and the darkness of his soul.

It was not too long when he raises a hand towards yours, holding them gently before turning to face your form. He did not meet your eyes, but his lips met your knuckles; softly, mercifully, he kissed them with emotions that he doesn’t claim to have.

When you sat down in front of him, you were even more surprised to have him meet your eyes before leaning close; breath to breath, nose to nose.

“Can I hold you?” he found his voice even as he stared at the beauty of your orbs. You could only nod, voice restricted on your throat and from the pounding of your heart.

His embrace is rare, so whenever he initiates them, it is like your breath is being stolen away by him again. You didn’t know why he’s acting like this at this very moment; an act of impulse? Or is there an underlying reason? Either way, you were here to snake your own arms on his waist as you relished the love that he was willing to give you—the desires that he not so often speaks of, that he even denies he has.

Because even an Adeptus has desires, most of them just hide it.

ZHONGLI - More than words by Little Mix feat. Kamille

Like gravity, you found yourself being pulled by his presence.

Was it his face? His stature? His voice? Not that it mattered anyway.

“Mr. Zhongli, would you like a refill for your tea?” you inquired, smiling his way as he sent you one with his own politely.

“Yes, please,”

You could only watch him from afar. Being a little bit shier than any other else, you could only stand as you see other people flock his way and try to woo him on their own. He’s a gentleman, the dream of everyone—including you.

“I am grateful for your kindness once again, Y/n,” he says before he turns his back, exiting your teahouse as you watched once again—your eyes following his form until it vanishes out of sight.

With a sigh, you could only hold a heart over your chest. His baritone voice, his piercing yet warm eyes, the way he said your name has your heart pounding and you were worried if he’ll be the cause of a heart attack of yours someday.

“Why don’t you confess already?” those were the words of your friend, Hu Tao, when she catches you staring at him again. An ideal pair, you two were, seeing as he’s the boss of the person of your affections. Although with your circumstances now, it’s very much likely, to say the least, to be friends with her.

“I can’t,” you say, a sad smile forming on your face.

Awareness is a rather scary thing, such as knowledge.

Cursed with the memories of your past, you knew better to stay away from him—Morax, Rex Lapis. Others knew him by many names, but you knew him because he was your husband.

Was.

“You know I can’t, Director Hu,” you looked at her and she soon sighs.

“Are you sure you’re not going to say goodbye? There’s a possibility he could see you even if-“

“We already did…” you cut her off, soul turning back from the man who sat far from both you and Hu Tao; soul turning away from the world you had once lived on, “it would hurt us more if I show myself once again.”

Wordlessly, Hu Tao understood, and even without a physical heart and lungs you felt your chest constrict as you ached to see him one more time—to feel that once rush you had when you liked him, when he returned his feelings, when you two had gotten married to each other. All of those will be left now.

“I love you,” you whisper to the air, to the wind, to the breeze; hoping it would get to him.

And in his seat, he whispered back, “Likewise, my dearest.”

But you weren’t there anymore.

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#can i brush your hair tonight?

—instances when you brush, pat, or pet his hair or take care of it for them

CHARACTERS. Zhongli, Xiao, Venti, Thoma, Scaramouche, Kazuha, Kaeya, Gorou, Diluc, Childe, Ayato, Albedo, Aether

THEMES. fluff! reverse comfort.

WARNINGS. may have spoilers on Venti. (Very) Slight suggestive on a few parts (Albedo, Venti, Thoma?) but nothing much to worry about.

NOTES. hello so this is slightly late, i know. i was out for most of today plus i also relished eating my tonkotsu ramen so i forgot the time hahaha. anyway hope you’ll like this one guys<33

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ZHONGLI is steadfast as a rock and would be rather difficult to fluster despite great efforts. He’d crack a smile or two, admiring the beauty of your actions, but you’ll never win from the toughness of his shell.

“You’d like to brush my hair?” his voice was laced with confusion before he chuckled, “Well, who am I to deny such a gracious request from my beloved?”

Silence filled the room yet both of you relished on the tranquility of each other’s presence, the scent of the tea you two had still in the air, and the crickets of the night sang to further fill in the harmony of the evening.

The brush skims through his thin, long strands that didn’t seem to have that much need. Yet despite it, you made sure that nothing was left uncovered, leaving no regrets behind. By the time you finished, his eyes flutter open as he turns to you, a soft smile on his lips. He then reaches towards your cheek before he says, “I did not know such a simple thing could put my mind to ease, thank you, beloved.”

XIAO is wary, slow to open up, could stretch his wings and fly away when he feels threatened. It was night when the dark enveloped the depths and crevices of the yaksha’s heart, creeping in and soiling his already lost core. His karma—you were no strangers, you knew.

“Xiao, I’m here,” you whisper as his words pushes you away, his body stiff under your embrace, fingers on the strands of his hair. His system was shutting down, almost getting sucked in by darkness when he felt it. The way you caressed his hair still, his scalp and dark locks locks soothed by the tips of your fingers, as if pulling him from the gloom of his debt.

He breathes in as if he hadn’t all his life, panting hard as if vision clears, sight regained as he realizes he was in your room, your house. Not in Wangshu, but with you.

“Are you back?” you looked at him for a minute, and he saw the tears that were in the corner of your eyes, now falling down when you were able to confirm that he was coming to, a smile—the most beautiful smile he had ever seen—forming on your lips before you pulled him in another embrace.

“You’re back. You’re back, Xiao. I thought I lost you,” you say. He was breathing normally by the time he raised his own arms to wrap them on your waist, letting himself return your affection.

“You saved me. I am in your debt, Y/n.”

VENTI’s body is not his own. His face, his hands, his eyes, his hair and everything else is not one that was fated to him—for him. He didn’t particularly paid much attention to his desires. He was no one before you came into his life.

His giggles echoed in the room as you untangled the braids of his hair, the bluegreens coming into life at the softness of your touch.

“So brave of you to ask, my windblume,” he muses, to which you lightly slapped the back of his shoulder while chuckling.

“What? Don’t be shy now,” he teases grinning in fromr of the mirror with his hair now untied and let down.

Despite tt all, he’d be silent throughout the process, a soft smile playing on his face, yet still silent. You could tell he was savoring the moment of being taken care of, his muscles and body at ease.

His body was not his own, but with you here, every moment makes him feel like it was his all along.

THOMA had always thought of others before himself. He does not also have the time to do so, anyway. Thus when you came and changed his entire routine, it was then that he realized how much effort he puts onto others before, and with you by his side, he was slowly starting to appreciate and be selfish of the attention he had neglected from himself.

“That feels good,” he says as he lets you rub your fingertips on his scalp, your digits on his strands, “You’re so good to me, you know.”

He cracks one eye open and he reaches for your hand, placing a kiss on it for a little while before closing his eyes once again. Such a sweet man, he is, he doesn’t even know how much your heart skipped a beat and your breath halted at such a simple action.

SCARAMOUCHE would kill with the daggers of his gaze—or literally—before anyone could even touch him. Yet, like many other time, you remain his one and only weakness.

And he doesn’t know if he despised it or loved it.

“What are you-” he halts, his mouth pursing shut as you continued to brush his hair with your palm, smiling as you compliment him on how smooth it was. You chose to ignore the blush that appears on his cheeks as he continues to stare at you, forcing himself to narrow his eyes at your form; his hat on your head, a pleased look on your face. It was a good thing no one was there around both of you or else he might have dug his own grave by letting you pet his head and hair delightfully.

“I’m not a pet, Y/n,” he frowns—pouts, actually. But despite this, you could tell how much he liked it with how he doesn’t push you or your hand away.

Soft as a feather. It was natural of KAZUHA to always compliment your beauty beyond his—you’re the priority, When you offered to do his hair one particular time, he was ready to say no. Yet he knows those sparkles and glitters in your orbs, begging him to say yes, thus he did, chuckling with a “Of course, whatever you wish, my dove.”

He remains silent as you carefully brush his hair first, asking him every now and then if it hurts every time you straighten up the knotted strands of his light hair with a whisper. It warms his heart, how much you care, how much you love. By the time you finished combing snd tying his hair on his usual style, he suddenly turns around and grabs your hand, placing a kiss on each of your knuckles before standing to his feet and pressing his lips on yours.

“Thank you,” he whispers next to your skin, “you never fail to amuse me, dove.”

KAEYA has too many secrets to hide. The gravity of his sins couldn’t even compare with those that seemed visible to the eye.

When you touch his hair, you were touching his heart, his core, his soul. He wants to pull away, to never let anyone see his vulnerabilities and fragilities. Yet you, you have something in you that makes him feel… free.

Freedom’s such a heavy word, even from him who supposedly hails from Mondstadt. With your lips, he love; with your hands, he care; with your touch, he submits. You broke him out of the frozen confines of his heart, made him breathe through the air of this so-called love.

“Kaeya? Does it feel good, hun?” you asked him, and he looks into your eyes and tells the truth.

“Of course, sweetheart,” he smiles at you, “Everything you do for me is good.”

Due to his natural instincts, GOROU feels your touches with an intensity. Just merely having your fingers caress and run through his hair makes his muscles instantly ease to the touch. He accidentally lets out a few hums or moans especially since his guard was down, only to let it back up as he consciously looks around, cautious of having anyone else around.

You giggled as you gently pat on the back of his head, halting the soft attack on his hair and ears for a little while, letting the poor boy rest and take a breather, “Don’t worry, no one but me will hear you.”

“This is embarrassing,” he hides his face on the crook of your neck, but remained having his arms around you and legs propped on either side of yours—seated on your lap, actually.

“Don’t be, baby,” you purr, “I’m just pampering you for a little while. So just relax, hm?”

DILUC shielded himself from anything else, anybody else. Deflected any other care towards him and as a result, he wasn’t used to such kind of affections.

“You don’t have to,” he says as you prompt him to sit down in front of the mirror, eyes telling how much it’s not something he does not do often—ever, probably.

He remains quiet for a long while, you won’t even know if he liked if or not until you two were about to slip on the bed, suddenly feeling him hug you from behind and kissing one of your temples as he held you there for a little while.

“Would you like this to be a recurring habit every night?” he whispers, quite hesitatingly but still letting it out, “It appears you took pleasure on it, I don’t mind if you’d want to keep it that way starting from now.”

CHILDE is a wildfire, despite his wave-like strength. Yet there are times when he’s magntized by the force of your peace, and this is was one of those times.

You were taking off his mask, helping him out of pure routine when he comes home. By the time you successfully do so and had the item placed somewhere else, he takes a hold of your hand before pulling them up to his hair once again.

“Why?”

“Can you do that again?” he inquires with a shy smile.

You could only furrow your brows as you then realized what he was referring to, a smirk forming on your lips, “Want me to caress your hair?”

He pouts and he seemed to want to say no but he sooner nods, pulling you from where you both were until he plops on the couch, while letting you sit on his lap.

“Please? I’m so tired from work,” he whines, snaking his arms on your waist and settling his head on your shoulder, not before pressing a gentle kiss on it first.

AYATO‘s hair is like silk, woven by the greatest seamstresses of Inazuma, He lets you brush them since you seemed to have been wanting to—you confessed it to him, actually, by the time you two had gotten together.

He lets you do whatever you want with them; through braids, ponytails, or maybe even a bun. You let him take care of you, thus he lets you do the same to him. Actually, he’d let you play with his hair while he’s doing his work. “It calms me down,” he says, referring to the way your fingers run over his hair, your fingertips teasing his back or his shoulders or the back of his neck, brushing onto them accidentally.

ALBEDO couldn’t understand the pleasure of having their hair touched by someone—being taken care of, actually. Such a confusing topic that he can never relate to until it happened to him—you happened.

He felt it; how his shoulders eased, a sigh falling out of his lips, his back leaning to where you were behind him, and it was as if the world had gone and you and him were the only ones left. When you proposed to take a bath together, he didn’t expect for someone such as himself to feel like this. Comforting, almost like a sanctuary and an escape from the world.

“You’re silent, ‘Bedo, are you alright?” your voice pulls him out of his reverie.

“Better, actually,” he answers, “I did not know how calming it is to have someone massage though one’s scalp or let them wash their hair. Unexpected but it’s not really surprising, after all, there are nerve endings in the scalp, which makes it quite easy to let us, even such as I, to feel good.”

You could only blink as you nod even if his back was on yours, awkwardly chuckling, “Yeah.. that’s right. Anyway, would you like me to apply conditioner on your hair?”

Teyvat is a cruel world. AETHER knew of that as his footsteps wandered around, traveled and met everyone and experienced everything.

He swears to protect you, to show you that there is a light beneath the darkness. And yet, you’re the one who does it to him, who takes care of him or loves him when he didn’t know he needed it. He has his sister, and he has everything. But now, he doesn’t think he could live the same without you and your fingers sliding onto his hair, bringing them together into a braid just how much you put him together. You were now his foundation, a sanctuary he couldn’t have expected to find, the person who makes him whole and drown out all the worries away, even for a little while.

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#call me that again

—where you are multilingual and you call them by an endearment from your native language

CHARACTERS. Albedo, Childe, Diluc, Gorou, Kaeya, Kazuha, Scaramouche, Thoma, Venti, Xiao, Zhongli

THEMES. fluff!

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ALBEDO either was familiar with what it was or he already has knowledge about your native language because he took the time to learn it beforehand. After hearing you call him that one time, it certainly perked his attention and sensing that you haven’t realized what you did, he smiles to his own and wills to call you the same next time.

“Did I say it correctly? I just assumed it was what it meant, please tell me if I misunderstood it.”

CHILDE will probably ask you about it, which in turn became the reason why you called him with the endearment sooner than later in the relationship. He’s rather giddy whenever you call him with it, a grin curving on his lips in almost an instant, leaning to press a chaste kiss on your cheek and sending a wink at you. The audacity of this man.

“Call me that every time, yeah? Do you want me to do the same?”

DILUC wasn’t even aware you were multilingual until you told him you were. He didn’t particularly care—or more like minded, for the matter. Whatever you call him with, he’s more than pleased. However, you would not be able to miss how he stops and freezes for a couple of seconds when you explain to him what you just called him with.

With a smile, he kisses your forehead and whispers a “Thank you,” and calls you just the same.

GOROU is quite attentive, but with his busyness and things he had to do, he may not be able to give you much attention that he wanted. You had probably taken him off-guard when he got home and he was embracing you, hearing you call him such an unusual greeting that you probably saw or felt his ears twitch afterwards.

“Hm?” he pulls away slightly, looking you in the eye, “What… did you call me, honey?” he carefully inquired, still unsure if he heard you correctly or not. When you explained to him what it meant, he’ll get heavily flustered, pausing a while before he looks up with a smile and asks, “Again?”

KAEYA knows a lot of things and he probably knows a few words that you know of. He may even be the first to call you the endearment to catch you by surprise. He’ll chuckle at your embarrassed state, asking how he knew about it, to which he replies, “So my guess is correct, then? Call me with it first before I explain how.”

KAZUHA is definitely the type who had learned your native language early on and courted you with a poem with such words. That’s why when you call him with the endearment, he inwardly smiles—oh, his smiles are one of the most difficult things to figure out. And what does he do?

He pretends he doesn’t know about it.

“What did you called me, dove?” he had you on one of his knees, his eyes focused on your face as you find it hard to look him in the eye with the intense gaze he had on. After explaining to him, he simply pecks you on the cheeks and teases you briefly by calling you the same.

“Oh, you liked that? Should I start referring to you as such? I could if you would.”

SCARAMOUCHE does not know. Don’t expect him to when you don’t tell him first, so he’s one of those who are fun to prank with if you plan to call him with an endearment you wanted to call him to. He notices it immediately; brow raising, eyes darting towards your form, “What’d you call me?” his tone was harsh as usual but you can hear how it faltered despite its strong start. He may not have knowledge about it yet but he had a feeling that it was something that you have up your sleeve just to tease him.

When you explained to him about it, he scoffed but there was a small smirk on his face, pretending that he was busy with his paperworks but he felt the flutters he couldn’t stop even with his own abilities churn in his insides.

Oh the things you do to him.

THOMA, as also the people of the town, he might have hints of your language but he’s not quite sure what they meant so he’s just guessing while he accidentally let it slip out one time.

“I mean, uhm, did I use it correctly, perhaps…?” he awkwardly laughs, only to hear you giggle.

“Wait, I got it wrong, didn't I? Ugh, Ayato and the others told me about it and-Oh I was right?” he grins, “Well then, what do you say? Let’s go on a date tomorrow night, alright?”

VENTI had a hunch all this time and would definitely act like he knew it. Keyword: act.

“Of course I know what that meant!” he huffs his chest proudly; chin up, arms crossed, “It meant… an endearment, right? Just like how I call you Windblume!”

Apparently, he looked overjoyed when you revealed that he got it correctly that it was fairly obvious that he originally had no idea what it was.

“What? Where’s my congratulations kiss? I told you I got it right!”

XIAO doesn’t have a clue at all. If you attempt to call him with the special endearment, he’d only look confused and may not even question you especially if you said it in the morning. If at the evening, however, when he’s not that much busy defeating demons, he will actually pay more attention to it than the latter situation.

“You called me that earlier,” he says, “what… does it mean?”

Actually, he had a feeling what it already meant earlier but he did not want to deal such “unnecessary thoughts” even if he knew it bugged his mind most of the day. He thought that you wouldn’t tease him if he questioned you about it, only to prove that he was wrong.

“What do you mean-“ he scoffs, turning away to hide the flush on his cheeks, “I… I don’t mind it-It doesn't mean I like-I mean…” he shuts his lips and sighs, “I’m only letting you off this once.”

But let’s just say even if it was with the endearment while he’s away, he still comes in an instant when you call.

ZHONGLI is quite difficult to read. You don’t know if he actually knows what it meant or if he was pretending like he didn’t know it just to say that you had caught him off guard.

“I really didn’t have any knowledge about it, dearest,” he chuckles lightly, brushing his knuckles on your cheek when he sees the pout on your lips.

“But you didn’t look surprised at all!”

“Was I?” he pauses, “It might have been not obvious, but believe me when I say that you had caught me, love,” he says before catching your lips and pecking it softly.

He really doesn’t know about it hahahaha

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last moments

pairing gn!reader x xiao, kaeya, thoma, kokomi, diluc, kazuha, scaramouche, yoimiya, childe, albedo

genre angst, major character death x 2, the end of the world

warnings non-graphic mentions of war, death, fire, injury

a/n the work i am most proud of. an indescribable amount of effort went into this

the fighting has been going on for as long as you can remember. explosions that shake the earth to its core, gunshots that reverberate in tiny basements where the opponent knows the body will never be found, beautiful landscapes now turned barren with an eerie emptiness. there is a perpetual heaviness lingering in your heart, but sadness has become nothing but ephemeral. the tears that used to flow readily have now run themselves dry, and the numbness and normalcy you feel towards this cruel circumstance is morbid, to say the least. but you are helpless. celestia knows there is nothing mere mortals, or even adepti, can do about the inevitable future. it is everyone's fate to endure.

"i love you, do you know that?" "i know, sweetheart."

xiao lets his warm hands find their way around your waist, gently swaying your trembling body in a rhythmic motion. it's an action that lulls you back to familiarity- and you can almost feel yourself smile against xiao's lips, giggling into a heartfelt kiss, intertwining his nimble fingers with your own, foreheads touching. two silhouettes, waltzing aimlessly on an abandoned rooftop.

"look! our constellations are right next to each other. i guess that means we're meant to be, right?"

you try to steady yourself against the waves of deja vu that crash against the crumbling shore of sanity that still remains. xiao lets the same words you spoke all those years ago slip from his lips. a soft smile playing across his features, amber eyes glowing with a depth of inexplicable longing. it's in this moment that you truly realise how beautiful he is- crafted by the gods, a stunning creature, a work of art. xiao is more than just human, and though celestial power flows through his veins, he never fails to remind you that you, an ordinary mortal, are composed of the remnants of dying stars. you are the freedom of change, the hopes of second chance, the wishes of past souls.

"i suppose we are."

in your last moments, all you remember is xiao's engulfing calmness. he knows. you can see it in the way his gaze reaches somewhere beyond the horizon, a bittersweet wistfulness. he has finally succumbed to the same fate his old friends experienced all those eons ago. except this time, he feels a twinge of gratefulness- a selfish emotion, at that, because now his fear of living on centuries after you leave him has been banished at the cost of both of your lives. this time, his body, this vessel, will forever get to hold you in his arms until you both disintegrate into stardust, the new life of this earth. and he hopes that out there, somewhere in another world, he'll be able to hold you like this again, and again, and again.

"just call out for me. i promise i'll find you, even in another universe."

kaeya smooths down the front of your clothes and tucks a stray hair behind your ear, and you almost get angry at him for pretending everything is going to be fine.

because it's not, and you both know that.

there's no pretending that you aren't uncomfortably cramped into this tiny claustrophobic nightmare of a space, and there's no denying the ominous tick of the bomb that is wedged in the ditch below. but raise your head, and you'd be met with the mercy (or rather, absence of such) of the opponent's soldiers.

humans aren't always accurate with their shots, you know that all too well.

a silence blankets what little space is left between the two of you, and it's almost like kaeya wants the time to pass faster. after all, there's nothing left to do. all the words are stuck in your throat, and even if they weren't, you wouldn't know what to say.

you want to pretend like you're at peace with this ending- but it's so incomprehensibly difficult, not when there is so much to lose, too many dreams left unfulfilled, abandoned to drift aimlessly across the lifeless landscape. why weren't you clever enough to find a way out of this hell? but there's no use scolding yourself for it now, not when there are mere seconds left on the clock.

"it's okay, darling. don't cry." he coos with a heartbreaking gentleness, raising cool fingers to your feverish face to wipe away the tears that trail down your cheeks. his azure irises glitter with an inevitable melancholy, and you know he's hurting, too. it's not okay, it hasn't been for the longest time, but kaeya would never tell you otherwise. and maybe, just maybe, ending it all pressed up against his chest means it would be just a little more alright.

"it'll be okay. we'll be okay."

thoma cradles you close to his body, anxious fingers rubbing back and forth over the skin of your wrist in an attempt to calm himself down. despite the ugly, uneasy emotion that bubbles up in his chest, his voice still drips with the same saccharine honey as the day you first met, his charm never failing even as tears fall from his eyes. they trail down his cheeks, burning more than the flames that lick at his skin, the searing sensation all too intense to handle.

it's too warm, really- not like the sting of the steamy showers you've shared in the chilliest of winter mornings, or the bubbling of hot pools you've skinny dipped in on breezy summer nights. warm, not akin to the heat of your hands sliding against his chest and his tangled in your hair, or even the blush on his cheeks or the passionate press of your lips against his.

no, the temperature is so scathing it almost stings, so scorching that your skin feels sickeningly cold under his touch. the sweat that rolls down your forehead is quickly wiped away by tender fingers, constant kisses planted on your skin the only thing you can fully sense in this smoky, thick haze that completely engulfs all of your senses. and even then, it's like all this disaster is finally getting to your head. memories are slipping through your tight grasp, and the last thing you remember before passing out is an emerald shower.

god, he's beautiful, isn't he?

two glittering jewels, shattering and descending from the flames, and a familiar voice that coats your tongue with an inexplicable sweetness. through your brimming eyes and muddled consciousness, there's an incomprehensible tug on your heartstrings that softly pulls your lips up into an expression that feels all too comfortable and easy to fall into, yet simultaneously so out of place.

"smile for me one last time?"

kokomi tells you there's no time to waste, even with an inevitable impending doom. hesitant footsteps shuffle barefoot through a damp carpet of grass, slim hands grasping onto your wrist as she races along.

midnight dew clings to slender vines, peculiar blooms hanging in rows like little translucent bells, embracing droplets in between their tiny petals. "we're here," she murmurs, "this is the place."

the inside of the cavern echoes with every movement, the whistling of the wind playing a tune at its entrance. crystal droplets hang from the hollow cavern roof, arranged like a delicate chandelier so fragile it would shatter at the slightest whisper. moonlight reflects and refracts through the diamond water at the surface, a sapphire blue coating every surface.

for someone always busy in a constant state of work, kokomi sure is taking her time. amidst your marvelling, she submerges herself in the pool, dainty hands reaching out to intertwine with yours. silken hair cascades over her shoulders, irises glimmering in the dim light, and it's only now that the panic sets in, time slowing to a freeze frame as the world spirals around you.

cool water caresses your skin, tasting almost sweet on your tongue, and in the stilling reflection there are to people you don't recognise- muddled profiles and creasing mirages rippling at the surface. who are you? you're not sure you know anymore.

"wherever we end up, whatever we become. i'll wait."

diluc switches on the radio. it crackles with the sound of static; it's all you've been hearing for the past month. no updates, no warnings, no sign of life on the other side. and yet every day he still insists on trying, turning the dials and adjusting the antenna to try and capture something, anything, even taking the machine apart and re-arranging the bits and pieces.

you're cramped together in the attic- there's barely any room up here, legs tangled together on the worn mattress that takes up half the floor space. a quilted blanket, a patchwork of old clothes, faded from years of use and the rays of the sun, drapes itself over your heads in the chill of winter. you lay on your back, mind quiet with silent observation at the way diluc furrows his brows and grinds his teeth back and forth in an expression of deep thought and focus. ruby red eyes glow with determination, red locks long overgrown like unattended rose vines on an abandoned wall.

you snap out of your daydream when the connection sparks back to life.

the sound of a piano, albeit muted. you recognise the tune immediately and he does, too, and both your heads wordlessly cue the orchestra's entrance- a reminder of a past which has long faded, one that is pointless to even think about or try to get back.

a firm hand lands on your waist and another gently holds yours, lips brushing against your knuckles.

"may i have this dance?"

feet pad quietly in rhythm against the floorboards, and you can almost feel your gown twirl and your heels clack on the marble when he spins you around, a melodious giggle leaving your lips.

yet your symphony is unfinished, and when the music cuts off to be replaced with the sound of approaching jets, there is nothing left to be misunderstood.

"in another life, my love."

kazuha says the best way to remember a person or place is to take note of the little things, the things you don’t notice unless you search for them. and then it’ll be like seeing them for the first time, he says. you’ll fall in love all over again.

and so you find yourself walking with him. there is an aimless drifting to your movements and your mind; a directionless journey which has an indefinite end. your mind wanders too, but not too far- only as close as the ruby-eyed boy whose steps fall perfectly in line with yours.

he’s utterly flawless, you think. and everyone knows. kazuha is beautiful- pristine white hair frames his pretty face, red tufts that flutter in the breeze, nimble fingers that know how to wield a blood-tainted sword and make an instrument sing heavenly melodies all the same. crimson irises pool with nothing other than affection and adoration for everything he lays his eyes on, even though the once lush nature has long contorted into a silent desert. you notice the way his lips purse in observation and his thumb rubs against the skin of your hand as he quietly contemplates.

"there is something i’m grateful for."

"yeah?" you reach out to intertwine your fingers with his, squeezing softly when you hear the hesitance in his voice.

kazuha sighs, spinning you towards him and you fall right into his touch, locking into a misty gaze, veiled with an inexplicable nostalgia. "i'll finally be able to introduce you to tomo."

footsteps shuffle against the ground.

"... do you think he'll like me?"

his fingertips trail gently along your cheek, and you let your foreheads press together, shutting out the rest of the world you both don't recognise anymore- all you can see is his eyes, and your eyes reflecting in his, and on and on again; you are the only two souls in your own universe.

"yeah." kazuha breathes. "he'll love you."

"perhaps fate will be on our side next time."

scaramouche lets his fingers dance over your skin in silent apology. tender touches trace every scar that wedges itself into your body- the gash on your left cheek, right elbow, and that awkward one on the side of your abdomen.

"sorry." he mumbles. "for all of these."

he knows every injury like the back of his hand, regretful eyes staring into yours, and they glint in the dim light like a mirror. the violet of his irises is undoubtedly exquisite. so devoid of affection or life, people have said. and yet all you see in them is devotion unlike any other.

"i love you, you know that?" you don't expect a response, wistful smile softening your features. but you don't need words to know he cares about you all the same.

"i love you too."

"huh?"

"i said i love you too." scara shoots you a glare, yet it's filled with nothing but pure authenticity. a strained chuckle leaves your lips, but contrary to the tears that trail down your face, your heart is filled with an inexplicable warmth.

"thought i'd never hear you say that."

"thought i'd say it before we run out of time."

"they're not here yet, you know-"

"don't lie to yourself. there was never enough time for us." scara's voice drops to a murmur, so low it blends in with the rumbling rattle of wind in the trees.

"and so you didn't even want to try?"

"why would i try when i know exactly what fate has planned for a damned soul like me?"

silence.

"it's selfish, i know. but a weapon cannot betray its master's will. i know i could never return to being alone again."

you seem to drift into an expanse of emptiness, a void so dark it's as if the archons have decided to draw over their creations with thick black ink. get rid of them. pretend they never existed. destroy them all.

the only thing that reminds you that you still exist is his voice. softer than you've ever heard it, the words fall from his tongue with such a delicate tenderness it feels like you've been plunged into a daydream. what a foolish illusion, an ignorant mirage of reality you both wish could become true.

"i'm sorry. forgive me."

yoimiya leaves the air empty between you two for once. you see the way her mouth opens but her jaw hangs ajar- at a loss for words, you suppose. even in the shadow of the moonlight, there's no glitter to her eyes anymore, no sparkle to her giggle, no bounce to her step. you see the way she tries to force those wide smiles, and yet the smiles never reach her eyes. she knows, and so do you.

but it's a summer night on narukami island, and you both just want to forget your inevitable doom even exists. it's ignorant, you know. it's not prudent, nor wise. the humid air and the chirping of crickets beckons, though- it coaxes recklessness out of human souls, implores for memories that will only exist in the form of debris, etched into the very remains of this world itself.

it's just like any other evening. the beach glows under a blanket of a thousand faint stars, tide crashing against the jagged rocks of the shoreline. a palette of serene colours swept across the endless sky, slowly fading into nothing, engulfed by the violets and ebony shades of the twilight.

and then there are the fireworks.

a stunning array of flying colours dances across the sky, sparks appearing in bright bursts of flame, cascading down and disappearing into seemingly nothing. the sound and the sight is nostalgic, like deja vu. except you are certain you've been here before, too many times to count, hands gently intertwined with hers, a childlike awe instilled in all her pretty features.

yet today something seems different about the show- you think it's simply a figment of your imagination before a tiny paper slip, all crinkled and yellowed from years of wear, finds its way into your palm.

"just keep this slip with you, okay? you'll remember, right?" yoimiya asks with pleading eyes, and even if you wanted to, you wouldn't have the heart to say no.

slowly, you nod as the noise of something other than fireworks fills the sky.

"our memories will live on, i'll make sure of it!"

childe smiles weakly and for once, you think you see his eyes shine. they glimmer all too bright in the morning sun it almost hurts enough to squint, shimmering like the deep azure blue of the winter sky.

a mirage of eerie silence, with only the sound of ragged breaths and the gentle slush of limbs in the snow to break it. the pristine white landscape, tainted by the stain of crimson blood.

"why do you keep doing this to yourself?" your voice is strained, muted down to a pained whisper. childe's heartbeat thumps slowly underneath the pads of your fingers that press against the skin of his neck, adrenaline coursing through every blood vessel and capillary in his body.

"fighting is what i'm best at, after all."

"mhm. i know."

a grin appears on his features when he feels your reprimanding eyes land on his, stupid dimples and endearing quirk of his lips tugging at your heartstrings. god, it's so ignorant of you to even dare let yourself feel a rush of warmth whenever his puppy-like gaze locks with yours. there is nothing warm about this unconventional battlefield- and nothing warm left in his heart either, you had thought.

a crack resounds, crisp and clean. the air shatters.

you feel childe's grip go slack against your collar, body crumpling against yours like a ragdoll. so helpless, and he's already half gone. and you know now with the approaching crunch of heavy boots in snow that there is nowhere else for you to go except follow.

a finger wedges itself into your closed fist, intertwining your pinkies in a familiar action. you squeeze and childe squeezes back, flashing you a wistful smile, his voice all too soft and lifeless.

"through life and death. pinky promise."

albedo tucks a tiny sketchbook into your palm, paper worn and yellowed from use and touch. on the crinkled cover there is albedo's name, written in smooth cursive, ink faded from years in dragonspine's bone-chilling winter. but the inside of this book is a thousand sources of warmth, he says.

it's full of... none other than you. pages and pages full; from your silhouette bent over vials to a shadow against the sunrise, detailed studies of your irises or hands or side profile, there's not one part of you missed. and he doesn't want this world to ever let you go, either, not when he believes you're one of the most fascinating, captivating beings to ever set foot on this cursed planet.

sure, he didn't find all the alchemical answers he was looking for. but before everything turns black and your lives crumble into mere memories and history, albedo loses himself in the expansive abyss of you- the soul that holds the key to all the clarity and fulfilment he could ever want.

"this life was all the more beautiful because of you."

"really, 'bedo?"

"yes. really." albedo lifts a hand to your jaw, gently trailing the way your skull curves under his fingertips, the way your neck blends into your collarbone and the dip of your hips as you curl up on his lap. he commits it all to memory. you're unforgettable to him, after all. he's studied you countless times, but there is still no sketch, no painting of you in existence that perfectly captures how beautiful you really are.

if all the choices he's made have lead to this very moment, then albedo decides that he's willing to live this life as many times as he needs to. he knows that statistically speaking, there is a slim chance for there to be a truly happy ending anytime soon. but there is definitely a perfect one out there, one that checks all the boxes, in which he and you end up content together.

so like a flawlessly refined methodology, albedo will repeat it all. every breath, every conversation, every brushstroke on pristine canvas. over and over and over again.

"you make it all worthwhile. so thank you, dear."

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#can i please sit on your lap?

—actually, this is where you just sat on their lap for no reason to see their reaction

CHARACTERS. Albedo, Childe, Diluc, Gorou, Kaeya, Kazuha, Scaramouche, Thoma/Tohma, Venti, Xiao, Zhongli

THEMES. mostly fluff!! wholesome, honestly. kind of domestic in a way<3

thank you so much for @feifae for this lovely idea<3

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ALBEDO probably moved away first, his upper body pulling back slightly at the feeling of someone plopping on his lap. However, the second he sees you, he eases back into his normal position, saying, “Well hello there, darling. Do you need anything?” with a soft smile. You could only fluster him if you lean your head on his chest and bonus points if you wrap your arms on his waist whilst still on his lap. Expect him to chuckle a few seconds after and lean his chin on the top of your head. “Did you miss me already?”

CHILDE sputters “O-Oh?” then his facade will change in an instant, his arms circling your waist and placing his chin on your shoulder. “Is my baby starting to grow bored? Wanna go out, you say? Alright, I’ll treat you if you kiss me.” he doesn’t really mean that but if you decide to indulge him, his face will flush and he’ll probably duck his face on your neck to hide it from you or others.

DILUC would be flustered on the inside. He will probably stiffen up even if he saw that it was you but his muscles will ease up when you lean in and kiss his jaw. He’ll be careful to touch you but his gloved hands will soon find its way on your waist, holding you there gently. “I’m sorry, my love, do you want to go to bed now? Let me wrap this up and I’ll carry you soon.” a sad smile curls on his face as he presses a kiss on the crown of your head.

GOROU visibly pulls back only until he saw that it was you, only then will he relax and place a hand on you, most likely on your back or your waist. A bright smile would appear on his face at your sight, most especially if he hadn’t seen you for awhile and you surprised him by meeting up with him. “Hey there, honey.” he’d greet. Press a kiss on his forehead or scratch his ears gently and he may flush right there and then.

“What could this be?” KAEYA smirks, leaning back on his chair and placing his hands on each side of the armchair. “To what do I owe this pleasure, hm?” he’d muse. “Would you prefer it if I could take a break and take you somewhere? I can be free for you whenever you like.” he winks at you the audacity. he’s partly being genuine and partly teasing you, actually, although there may be some truth in those words.

KAZUHA acts like he isn’t affected and is trying to affect you instead, but more lowkey than Kaeya. He smiles genuinely and softly looks at you, racing a hand and starting to softly caress your hair. “Are you getting bored, dove? Would you like to hear a haiku I’ve been making?” And I promise you the haiku is really sweet because it’s most likely for you<3

SCARAMOUCHE glares at you at first, even releasing a low groan. “What now?” He tries to make it seem like he absolutely hates it but that embarrassed look on his face says it all. If you don’t speak and continue sitting there on his lap, he merely huffs and returns back to what he’s previously doing. “Just don’t bother me, hear that?” he’ll sigh “You’re so clingy… scoot closer or you’ll fall.” He’s so complicated but he likes it dw

THOMA also jumped slightly when you dropped down on his lap. “Babe?” he’d question, surprised and curious at the same time. With or without people around, his reactions would be the same nonetheless. “Need anything? Or… is this your way of saying that it’s time for cuddles? Ah you want cuddles?” he’d wrap his arms around you and pull you to his chest. “I’m quite comfortable here, thank you very much. If you want cuddles, you’ll get it here.” he’d chuckle.

VENTI is probably the hardest to fluster above everyone else. He’d look at you curiously and then perk up in joy, wrapping his arms around you to hug you tightly. “Aww, is my love missing me already?! Fret not, your bard boyfriend is here to save the day!” he’s kinda cringey but yes it happens most of the time. You can never prank a prankster… sometimes.

Be careful with XIAO. He trusts you, but he doesn’t trust himself that much. Thus, you must make your presence known first before you slowly walk towards him and then suddenly plop on his lap. “What… are you doing?” he’d slowly ask, confused and quite flushed. If you state the obvious, he’d huff and look away. However, if you move for a little bit, he might panic that you are falling and will instinctively raise his hands to hold you. Imagine his surprise that you weren’t T-T still, he might find his hands unable to move away now. Wonder why.

ZHONGLI is the calmest person here, you think? Nah. He’d awkwardly shuffle his legs when you sit on his lap, especially if he previously has his legs crossed. “Love?” he’d question, especially if you don’t usually plop on his lap randomly. “Is there something wrong?” he’d ask carefully, probably thinking you were not feeling well or you needed something from him. As a god, that’s most likely his way of thinking, completely forgetting that you’re a mortal and mortals do weird things sometimes—most of the time. If you admit it’s for nothing, he’d nonetheless relax and even offer for you to lean on his chest. Yes, very wholesome indeed.

NOTES. i’ve actually been debating whether i’ll make a taglist or not but i keep forgetting it! so now i decided i should not delay it any further hehe.

♡ warm hugs and you

♡ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: itto, childe, zhongli, diluc, xiao, scaramouche, thoma, dainsleif, kazuha x gn!reader

♡ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: fluff <3

♡ 𝐚/𝐧: this was so adorable but it took me so so so so long!!! aaaa!!! | like/rb if you liked this please!

ITTO loves your hugs! soft and sweet, he willingly melts into your embrace. in all actuality, the sight of you hugging him is quite funny due to the sheer size difference, but you don't mind it! there's more of him to hug. when he's with you, itto doesn't care of his reputation. all he cares about is your comfort and wellbeing and if he's accidentally squishing you too hard or not. itto can really be such a sweetheart! so yes, hugs with him are incredibly amazing <3

CHILDE loves loves loves any sort of physical affection from you. sneaky cuddles, hugs, kisses – anything that he can get, he wants it. childe loves your hugs so much; they're the equivalent to a hot chocolate or a warm blanket. it's soothing to him, especially as a man who has been on the battlefield for quite some time – these precious moments are rare and short-lived, but always sought after! it's really quite cute – scary fatui guy being all snuggly. you don't mind it at all.

ZHONGLI welcomes any sort of physical interaction, although he may be a bit stiff at first. zhongli may not be a natural at hugging, and may sometimes awkwardly elbow you in the stomach – but over time, his hands seem to perfectly find its way around you into a hug. time does that, and changes the nature of your relationship for the better, i believe. zhongli does like warm hugs, it makes him feel a sense of peace and relief from his war-torn memories.

XIAO wouldn't admit it at first, but he seeks out your hugs as a source of comfort. being involved with violence from such a young age left him eager to seek comfort. your hugs were sunshine, happy days, good things – each caress leaving him asking for more. xiao, all tough facade deteriorated – loves every type of physical touch he can get from you. he wouldn't admit it, but he thinks that physical touch is really the special thing that sets apart your relationship from the others.

SCARAMOUCHE didn't like it at first, but grew over time to enjoy each hug from you. being a warrior – and an outcast – made his need for physical affection grow to heights he never knew about. he was touch starved; the lack of love from relatives helped with his repressed need for affection. he loves how your chin just fits perfectly in the crook of his neck, and he loves how he can just be... himself around you. without the stress of being a balladeer or part of the fatui. just... scaramouche, kunikuzushi. just him.

THOMA loves all the affection he can get! i know it seems repetitive from my other post, lol. thoma is such a cuddle bug and is always 100% down to cuddle anytime! whether he's at work, eating lunch, preparing hotpot ingredients, baking with you, cleaning the house, anything! he'd steal you away to cuddle sometimes XD but when there's no time? hugs are always the solution. quiet breathing as he curls into you. when he's upset or bored or angry or just feeling any emotion... thoma looks for you straightaway.

DAINSLEIF isn't a hugs type of person, but would do it just for you. i don't think he likes physical touch very much, but he might indulge you in it every once in a while! he needs a bit of solace after being plagued by his past. he might curl into you after a long day or research, or after a battle, after you had tended to his wounds. dainsleif doesn't exactly mind hugs... only if he comes from you. he wouldn't accept it if it comes from anyone else! you're special that way. XD

KAZUHA loves your hugs! especially out at sea. he loves how he can find you out at deck, and just wrap his arms around you. late nights are spent cuddling with you all the time. he loves how he could just cuddle you, no questions asked as the two of you can just.. co-exist in the space together. just you and him, as everyone else retires for the night. you can see the lights of liyue harbour together, the quiet bustling of the city, a gentle reminder that you're still out at sea. but that doesn't matter, because you're with him!

aaaaa! finally! we're done with this! hooboy. this took me a while... please hype it up? i really want to see if we can get this past 600... or maybe even 1000 if tumblr algorithm is nice. like and reblog if you liked this please!

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#i want to break up with you

—what happens when you mistakenly prank them that you’re breaking up with them? 

CHARACTERS. Aether, Albedo, Ayato, Childe, Dainsleif, Diluc, Gorou, Itto, Kaeya, Kazuha, Scaramouche, Thoma, Venti, Xiao, Zhongli; gn! Reader

THEMES. prank; angst; reverse hurt/comfort; fluff; crack; (just realized) scara’s kind of? suggestive. just a tinge.

WARNINGS. no, i do not really advise you to prank your s/o into breaking up with you. just don’t.

NOTES. tbh i don’t have great ideas lately so i went with this one instead. i don’t really support this kind of prank (as well as most couple pranks) but well,,, let’s approach this in a non-toxic way, yeah? so yep, this is mostly angst :))

ps. kinda tempted to add subject 2 here

ZHONGLI does not know what came to you to suddenly blurt out that you wanted to break up with him.

Was it true or was it not?

Still, he replies, “If that is what you wish, then I shall grant it.”

It sounded so smooth, yes, but he tried so hard to make it sound like that—in reality, he was displeased. He must have done something for you to request it, and he wanted to know what it was. But maybe you did not want to talk about it at this very moment, seeing that you were not beginning to elaborate on anything.

So all he does is take your wrist and place a gentle kiss on the back of your hand, thinking it might be the last time he will be able to have this chance.

When you suddenly reach for his hand to stop him from letting go, his shoulders ease, especially when you look at him with a frown and pull him into an embrace.

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XIAO is not amused—rightfully so.

“What did you say?” It came out without his permission, and he hesitated for a moment, only to feel that pressure inside his chest and flame up to his irritation.

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#who gave you that love bite?

—where you pranked him about having a hickey on your neck, but it’s just a perfectly-done make-up that ying’er or lisa possibly taught you

CHARACTERS. Albedo, Childe, Diluc, Gorou, Kaeya, Kazuha, Scaramouche, Thoma, Venti, Xiao, Zhongli

THEMES. mostly fluff, very very slight angst. mild suggestive (special mention to kaeya and gorou) but nothing too much. established relationship.

WARNINGS. jealousy and possessiveness. language for scaramouche’s. also, just a side note that i am not a prankster irl and i do not recommend doing pranks on your s/o 24/7 (unless you do these to each other just for fun lmao) pls this is purely just for entertainment and to indulge on our 2d men<3

ALBEDO has sharp eyes and is naturally very observant. The moment he sees it, he has a feeling that something about it looks oddly familiar. “Is that… a love bite?” he could barely even call it by its other name mostly because he knew in himself that he didn’t give that to you. He wasn’t even at home last night. So it was best to question if it was really a love bite like he thinks it is. If you lie that it was a bruise, he’d question you even more about how it happened and there may even be a chance that he’ll believe you. He always believes you and he might not even believe in himself even if he was sure it’s a love bite… so in conclusion, don’t lie to him and tell him it’s a prank instead.

CHILDE was a mixture of mad and anxious, it’s obvious in his eyes. Actually, his whole expression would show that he’s annoyed but his eyes definitely showed confusion and hurt. “Is this a hickey?” his mood would instantly drop the moment he sees it—of course he knows what it was, he wanted to see if you’d lie. If you would, he’d say, “It’s obviously one, who gave this to you? I did not give this to you.” He trusts you enough not to think the worst but… “Don’t lie to me, Y/n, tell the truth,” he’d add, thinking that maybe it was all a joke. Honestly, this is the perfect time to say that it is and he’d heave out a sigh of relief and immediately wrap his arms around you. “Please don’t do that again, you’re hurting my heart, love.”

DILUC is a very sensible and calm man, at first, he might even think that it’s a bruise, asking you if you were alright, but upon further inspection, you could see him obviously recoil from it. “Why do you have a hickey, Y/n?” his voice would drop and if you take a peek on his vision, it would flicker despite him attempting to keep his cool. “Who gave that to you?” he adds, and it should be the indication of the end of the prank because he was getting angrier by the second. A heavy and relieved sigh escapes his lips as his entire body eases up, He ushers you close to him and he embraces you, burying his nose by your hair or neck, “Don’t do that again, okay?” he’d plead and you honestly think it is one of the often times he would show his emotions out in the open.

I firmly believe that GOROU has a natural instinct of being slightly more possessive than what he seems to be. He couldn’t actually control it. “What’s this?” The moment he sees the mark on your neck, he’ll make you halt in your tracks and he’d instantly inspect it, his eyes squinting at the mark as he holds onto your arm, might even be growling lowly at some point and he’s not afraid to touch the mark to see if it was real and when he proves that it’s not, he heaves out a relieved sigh. But then, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from making a similar mark not too far away from it, leaning down and pressing gentle kisses on your neck before claiming his prize on a spot, sucking on your skin almost possessively. He leans away and his eyes gazes upon his work of art and you could see the hazed look in his eye before he turns to you and his facade instantly changes, smiling brightly at you like nothing happened.

KAEYA, the knowledgeable and flirt that he is, would lean down and kisses on the opposite side of where the mark is and leaves his own, sucking your skin gently and almost intentionally longer than he would. When he leans away does he licks his glove-covered thumb and use it to gently wipe the makeup away. “There. Now that’s what you call a hickey,” he’d smirk while winking and walk away, muscles easing up as he was immensely grateful that what his instincts told him was true.

KAZUHA would know how to catch you in your lie. Of course, there is that part in his mind that thinks the worst, but he wouldn’t accuse you of something that easily. “Where did you go before here, dove?” he’d ask questions like that and if he kisses you on the neck later on and see that you weren’t recoiling back, especially when he pokes at the mark, he’d know it was fake. He’d chuckle and press a peck on your temple and say, “Ying’er must have put something in your mind again, hm? You should have come to me if you’d like one.”

SCARAMOUCHE is angry as hell. “What the fuck is that?” he sneers, holding onto your skin at the edge of your jaw as he inspects the ‘thing’ as he calls it in his mind. “Where and who, answer me, Y/n before I lose my patience,” he glares at you, as sharp as any sword if it has to. He’s a Fatui Harbinger, a high-rank, even. Anyone who wrongs him shall be punished. Don’t try to attempt this on him if he hasn't trusted you that much because you will definitely lose that even if it’s a prank. “Tsk, don’t fool me again with that same trick,” because he definitely almost panicked that you were seeing another person. Almost. 100% will leave love bites on you that same night.

THOMA, on the other hand, was internally panicking. He almost didn’t want to ask you, and it took a lot from him to do so. “Babe… is that a love bite?” he squeaks, unable to look at the mark. The moment you would make eye contact with him, you wouldn’t even have the heart to lie because he looked absolutely hurt. Notably, he has a hand on your back as he holds onto the thin thread of hope that it was not true and that you still love him no matter what. Actually, he might also be ready to forgive you if it was… He just wants you to be honest. When you tell him the truth, he instantly wraps his arms around you and tells you, “Let’s stay like this for awhile. I thought... “ he’d sigh, “You almost had me there. I was so scared, you know?” and he definitely was.

VENTI would see it in almost an instant and freaks out. “Is that what I think it is?! Tell me it isn’t! Windblume, I did not give that to you!” he’d whine, even if it’s in the public setting, so it would probably be best if you do this away from people, maybe even in Windrise or somewhere that’s not in town because he’s definitely going to be loud. He might even cling onto you until you answer his questions. Knowing him he probably propped himself on your back and made you piggy-back him as he tried to give you the same mark. You two ended up falling on the grass because of that.

You really thought XIAO had been fooled. “Where did you get that?” he glares at the mark as he would to any other enemy then he turns to you to demand once more, “Who hurt you?” For the love of the Archons, poor boy thought that it was a bruise of some sort. If you tell him that it’s a love bite, he’d be even more confused. It honestly would take a lot more time because he really doesn’t have any idea about this… so your prank would soon be revealed because the hype died down along the way. However, he might be slightly more clingy than before, even glancing onto your neck for the rest of the day. Mission failed, but it’s worth it nonetheless.

ZHONGLI trusts you, with all of his heart, and it is to the point that he’d think it was done by your friend or that it’s a bruise. He’d ask you about it though. “What is this, love?” he’d trace the skin around the mark, inspecting it with his piercing eyes. You can almost feel him eyeing on it with his gaze. If you answer truthfully that it is a love bite, he’d momentarily freeze and he’d clear his throat, shifting on his seat. “Did I… give that to you?” he’d question even if he was sure that he didn’t. Maybe he just forgot? Surely he must have. Someone like him being not entirely sure? It would hurt to even see him like this so it’s a failed attempt on your side. When you reveal the truth, he’d just nuzzle his head by your neck and press a kiss on the back of your neck, “Please don’t scare me like this again, love, I don’t think I can handle it. I think I love you so much to let you go like that.”

NOTES. I wasn’t able to post last week because i was banned but here i am again coming back with a bang<3 hope you liked this everyone i did my best !! tbh i legit finished this post just exactly as i was supposed to post it lmao hahaha

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#should this be our last goodbye?

—breakup or big fight scenarios that would end badly

CHARACTERS. Zhongli, Xiao, Venti, Thoma, Scaramouche, Kazuha, Kaeya, Gorou, Diluc, Childe, Ayato, Albedo, (Abyss!/)Aether; gn! Reader

THEMES. Angst. Hurt with no comfort. Breaking up themes, obv. Established relationship

WARNINGS. with self deprecating themes for reader on zhongli’s part.

NOTES. I will absolutely make a comfort for this one just not here lmao hahahaha. Look forward for it next time :)) Also!! Omg I totally love Albedo’s part and Xiao’s aaa lmk what you guys think<3

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“Why do you even love me?” 

ZHONGLI is a strong and powerful god. He had been alive for centuries, millenniums, far longer than you do. The moment you found out about that, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t pressured; to live up to his standards, to be someone who he would not find too immature, to be someone… he will love. 

It overwhelmed you, to the point that it exploded like a bomb, detonating at a very unexpected timing that both you and he were left surprised when it did. 

“Why must you ask such a question, my love?” he speaks after a few moments of silence, both too appalled to first say a word. 

“Because… you’re a god and… and I’m just… I’m just me,” you stuttered, arms crossed over your body, “I’m…. I’m imperfect.” 

He steps closer, “But gods can be imperfect too-”

“You don’t understand!” your voice raised and he stops in his tracks. When you saw this and realized what you’ve done, you bowed your head, gaze now glued on the ground, “I… I’m sorry. I think I need a break… from all of this.” 

You may not have seen it, but he forces upon a smile on his lips, “Of course, take as much time as you need.” 

You bit your lip and turned away, wishing he would somehow fight back, somehow try to make you understand, try to fix this. 

But as he said, gods are imperfect. One thing you failed to understand was that humans, no matter how much truth their words have, still hold a hidden meaning behind them that gods may never comprehend. 

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#let’s get you home, darling

—where you’ve been drinking alcohol recently and you’re flirty when you drink

THEMES. hurt/comfort, flirting, light suggestive on scara’s part. very fluffy on some parts (esp zhongli’s i swear)

WARNINGS. alcohol. implications of reader using alcohol as their coping mechanism for their problems. implications of being tipsy or drunk. minors and everyone else, do not be like reader (unless your drinking is supervised by a guardian)

NOTES. this is actually from a request from @rinkahayamisupremacy thank you for the request and i hope you’ll like it :)) the angst is not that much visible so this is mostly comfort or flirting. i might post this late tonight because i’m outside for most of today. i hope you’ll enjoy reading! i made this as general as possible so that it would be more convenient for everyone. i hope you don’t mind!

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When ALBEDO first saw you, he knew immediately that you were intoxicated. You’ve been like this recently and the truth was? He’s probably one of the reasons why. At least, in his conclusion. He’d been noticing that you get like this whenever he would be out for most of the days and despite already knowing you would, it’s not like it’s something he could control. Nor did he think he could control you for your actions since he, at the very least, was responsible for such actions of yours.

Already knowing you were at Angel’s Share, his feet drag him to the pub even though he had been journeying for almost a day from Dragonspine. Diluc, who was on the counter as you and Kaeya were laughing at something together, sends him a look. He just knows that the other was judging him for not taking care of you but it’s not like it’s the alchemist’s responsibility to please the man as well. He’s there for you and you alone.

“Darling? Let’s go home, shall we?” he smiles softly at you, and for some reason, his chest crumpled upon seeing your face lit up all of a sudden at the sight of him.

“Bedo!~ You’re finally here! You missed me, didn’t you? Didn’t you?~” you wrapped your arms around his neck and if he didn’t know the reason why you were drinking at that moment, he would have been flustered at your actions. Instead, though, he keeps up his smile as he says,

“Of course I did, how about we get out of here first, don’t you think?”

By the time you both came home, he already prepared your needs for tomorrow morning, knowing how difficult it will be after a night of drinking. He’s a very patient and knowledgeable man, he just hopes that he could think of a solution to not be away from you for you to drink like this again.

CHILDE has this saddened look on his eyes the moment he saw you—a look he rarely shows in front of others, but upon seeing you like this, it was difficult not to show his true self upon the light.

“Childe?! Baby is that you?!” you say up from your seat and leaps onto him, arms and legs wrapped on his frame. He also wraps his arms around you and lets you cling unto him, even if there may be eyes everywhere, actually. He buries his head by your neck and he could immediately smell the scent of alcohol on you, but it doesn’t matter.

“Yes it’d me baby, why are you drinking here? You should have invoted me, y’know?”

He’s quite protective so he’ll want to be there when you’re having drinking sessions. And if you’re flirty with him, he does the same and would actually be glad that you could still recognize him despite your state.

Unliek popular belief, he may not drink whenever you’re drinking—depends if you force him to, but he won’t drink too much so he could take you both home.

DILUC frowns upon seeing you down another glass, “You’ve almost finished the whole bottle, Y/n…” he frowns visibly, shoulders slumped. He’s terribly concerned not only about your emotions but more so your health. He, above everyone else, knows the consequences of drinking too much alcohol and he most likely will not tolerate you if you ask for one more bottle.

“Oh come on, darling, don’t you love me anymore?” you pouted, even so far as taking a hold of his arms and wrapping your own around them. Apparently, this is one of your tactics to get him to give in to you, but along with the embarrassment of being seen like this and his concern for you, he still doesn’t let in of course.

“This is for the best, my love,” he says softly, maybe for others not to hear or as a sign for him to remain calm despite the circumstances. He’s pretty soft though, he’ll be one of those who’ll be very gentle with you and he has lots of patience, as he had seen many drunks already in all of his life.

GOROU has been busy these days but he already knew you were drinking these past few nights since he can smell it from you whenever he snuggles on your body when he comes home. He confronts you about it even if it was the first time but you still smelled like you drank alcohol the next few days.

“Honey?” he stays that night, not slipping out of the bed during the morning to attend to his job in his worry for you. After all, he already told the others that he may not be able to since he wanted to see why you get drunk at night.

He may be one of those who will know that you have a problem deep inside and he’ll do whatever it takes for him to be able to help you as much as he can.

When you’re in your drunk state, he will be flustered when you try to make a move on him that he finds it hard to talk to you, thus he gives up and just merely awaits for you to be sober in the morning.

He’s actually one of the most compassionate of all, so he knows how to take care of you all throughout the night.

KAEYA is with you when you drink, obviously. Actually, don’t be surprised if he’s the one who asked you to drink it all away.

He flirts with you, all the same, it actually amuses him how you could keep up even with your current state.

He’s absolutely good at wagering with you. You wouldn’t know he was trying to get you to stop drinking and come home early because he was sly about it. “How about this? The first one to get the other flustered will win the bet.”

Of course, he wins in the end because he’s obviously not intoxicated and will be able to control his feelings in an instant, not unlike you who had a couple of drinks already--he’ll actually pretend that he’s drinking but he only does a couple of sips and that’s it.

KAZUHA is fond of ale, of course, he and the rest of the crew were. But when they realized that you were drinking more than you possibly could or should, he tries to stop you modestly. He may actually flirt with you once you start to, calling him “Hey pretty boy,” but the moment he does the same, you will suddenly jerk, as if you remembered something.

“Wait, I have a boyfriend… I’m sorry if I lead you on,”

He chuckles at your claims and will act and say that he is just a mere stranger, willing to help you for the night. It’s amusing that you couldn’t recognize him but still recall your relationship with him all at the same time. However, he is still there to take care of you and make sure that you won’t be having too much for your health.

SCARAMOUCHE scoffs but it was visible in his eyes that you were going through something—not that he knows about it or he should pry on it. Your business is yours alone, but he sure do care about your health—I mean… he cares about how you’d act in front of others! Yeah! His subordinates knows that you’re his significant other so of course you should act properly, at the very least… yes, that’s it.

“Hey… let’s get you back home, you look pathetic,” he insults, but apparently that was not enough to tick you off for you made a comeback at him.

“You’re just trying to get me to your tent, I know you, Scara… why? Too excited for tonight?” you joked, even having the guts of winking right at him, obviously trying to embarrass him in front of his subordinates and still quite stubborn to get away from your drink.

“Tsk, if that’s what you think…” he suddenly hoists you up on your feet and drags you with him, not minding if you were stumbling because he could not care less, “then alright, it seems you’re looking for a punishment, after all,”

He smirks when you instantly turn silent on your way back to his tent. He was just trying to actually get you out of there to prevent further embarrassment, don’t worry.

THOMA finds you in one of the pubs of Inazuma City. He frowns upon the sight and was already by your side, bargaining for you to come home with him. He will try absolutely anything.

“Y/n, how about a drinking challenge? If I win, I’d get to take you home early, yeah?”

“Whattt? But I am engaged! See? I won’t go home with you!” you show off the ring that he himself gave you when he proposed to you. THOMA’s chest swells in pride and softness at your actions but he came there to get you, and after that stunt of yours, he’ll do absolutely anything to win against you.

“But babe… this is me! Oh, never mind. Alright, if I win, I’ll take you to your fiance so that he could take care of you, deal?”

Now it is no surprise that VENTI comes by Angel’s Share every once in a while especially after he had you—meaning, he didn’t go every night just like before. Imagine his shock when he sees you drowning on bottles without stop one night to the point that Diluc was actually the one who called for him to go and pick you up—and the redhead is now sending him a look as if saying he should pay your tab now that he came for you.

The bard merely chuckles to the man behind the counter as he then approaches you, “So this is where you’ve been, windblume!”

Above most, he may have a lot of difficulties convincing you to come back home because not only were you trying to flirt with him but he’s also usually the one who’s in your position before this very moment. It’s new to him.

“Venti, baby, now I understand why you always drink alcohol!”

In the end, he’ll be successful though. He can also carry you back home because obviously, he can use his Anemo abilities—ehem, Barbatos, a little help please?—to do so.

He’s also having a difficult time when he gets home because he’s still getting flustered by your flirtiness with him, but he can actually deflect them back… at times. He didn’t know you’re like this when you’re drunk, he can’t say he’s not amused, but he definitely would want to know why you’re drinking these past few days.

“XIAO~” you called onto him and of course, he came instantly. He was still guarded, but with the way your voice sounded, he was prepared to discard his spear and see your drunk form. You’re like this every once in awhile but he’s still not used to your character.

Actually, he’s probably the only one who doesn’t have a single clue how to take care of you, especially if you’re flirty with him.

“Baby… why so far? Come’re sit with me, yeah?” you tap on the space beside you and he actually obeys you, but he’s stiff the entire time. He knows about intoxicated humans but of course, as someone who never had an actual social life, it’s impossible for him to handle you on his own. He may even ask others how to do so but he’s usually hesitant, not wanting them to know about the situation.

If you do open up to him about your problems, he actually had no idea that you were having such, although the next time you do the same, he’ll actually be more relaxed and lets you indulge in alcohol unless you already had too much.

“Darling, I think you’ve had enough of this alcohol, hm?” ZHONGLI calmly says as he smiles at you and makes eye contact, all the while trying to slowly take away the third bottle that you were trying to finish. He had been there the entire time and he can’t say it’s pleasing to his eyes for you to drown yourself in alcohol, he knows someone like that, but he couldn’t blame you as well. If it is already a part of you, he won’t try to reprimand you, unless it is very detrimental to your health. He will listen to your rants as you drink alcohol and will only give you advice in the morning when you’re sober. For now, he has to take care of you and for him to lend his ears for you as you do the same to him any other day. It’s endearing, actually, how he could sense the truthfulness in your emotions whilst you’re intoxicated. After all, he’s not a mortal and these are things that humans do when they have problems most of the time, it seems.

If you try to make moves on him, it’s alluring for him and he chuckles wholeheartedly at each of them, yet nothing can ever make this man flustered… unless you’re really bold in your drunk flirting statements. No matter how hard you try, this man is a rock--no pun intended.

“Stay here on the bed for a while, let me brew you some tea for tomorrow,” he says, but when you follow him on the kitchen and hug him from behind while he does what he has to do, he won’t reprimand you and it’ll actually make him break a smile and reward you with a soft kiss on the forehead afterward.

“Thank you for waiting for me, dearest.”

MORE NOTES. i’m actually really REALLY sleepy so i’m sorry if you felt that this was rushed. i’m like one hour late from my normal posting sched because i just came home and i’m really tired since we were outside for a long time. i hope you guys understand~ if i made any mistake i’ll be rereading this tomorrow morning when i wake up dw!

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