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would people be interested on a post of observations regarding the Dawn Winery from Genshin Impact from someone (me) who has family that owns a winery?

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✧ bartop ✧

Characters ◦ Diluc

Warnings ◦nothing explicit but a few jokes/implications and neck kisses, feminine petname used [good girl]

Thoughts ◦ found this rotting in my notes app and I’m having severe writer’s block soooo yeah

Words ◦433

“Whaddya wanna do when you get off work, babe?” You asked, smiling up at the redhead.

“World domination.” He replied, eyes locked on the glass he was cleaning.

“Bit ambitious, hm? Though, you practically have Mondstadt already.” He glanced down at your eyes.

“Ah.. you know you’re my world.”

“Aww, you’re mine too, luc.” Your brows furrowed, and a heat shot up your face. “Pause, what?”

Diluc smiled, cocking a brow. “You know what you heard, my love.”

“You have like.. an hour left of clean up, you can’t just say that!”

“I never said, just implied, love.”

You grumbled, whining. “Diluc!”

He set the glass down on the bar-top, taking your jaw in his hand. “Y/n.” He replied, red half-lidded eyes boring into yours. You flustered, lightly pushing his hand from your face. You stalled, watching your boyfriend clean up, before you ended up helping a few minutes later.

“You don’t have to do that, love,” Diluc’s low voice commented. He didn’t want you to feel like you had to help clean simply because you were there waiting for him to be done closing. At the same time, he certainly didn’t mind watching you angle yourself over the counter.

“I know. I want to help you get this done faster.” At that, he smirked from across the room, idly sorting out the money from the night.

“I see. Any motivation to that thought, perhaps?”

“Maybe.” He could hear your Cheshire grin through your voice plain as day, quietly finishing with the task at hand before crossing the room. His moved to the counter you were cleaning, hands by either side of your waist. He sunk into the crook of your neck, causing you to momentarily stiffen.

“You know you don’t have to help.”

“I know-“

“But you’re such a good girl when you do, love.” A deep snicker arose, wracking your now-frozen body. Warm kisses to your neck thawed you, and you spun around to face your conniving lover.

“You’re such an asshole, luc.” You wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Am I?” His hands found your waist.

“Mhm.” Your hands ran though his fiery hair, taking it down from it’s ponytail.

“By that metric, you’re a tease, then.” Much too quick kisses to your lips.

“If anything, you’re the tease.” You commented, giving him a far longer kiss, something he leaned into.

He parted, fiddling with a piece of your hair before caressing your cheek. “I thought I was an asshole?”

“Your kisses were too short, now you’re a tease. Cope, lover boy.” He scoffed.

“You’re such a brat, love.”

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✧ domesticity ✧

Character ◦ Diluc

Warnings ◦ just fluff <3

Thoughts ◦ modern au, going to be very ramble-y but that’s ok I don’t have the energy to do anything polished, hbd diluc <3

Words ◦ 487

Diluc gives me the vibes of someone who’d just like going for drives at night with you—no specific destination, just be with you and have your own little place to be aside from home. he’d bring along a few drinks, some food and a blanket if you guys wanted to sit outside and look at the stars and the city from a high-up parking lot or something.

if he’s ever on a call with someone else in the room/someone on his end trying to talk to him (it happens more than you’d think, people Kaeya tend to just barge into his office and start blabbing) he’ll murmur some form of “sorry, hang on” to you before covering the receiver and sometimes just his glare is enough to get them to take the hint, but will occasionally clear his throat and gesture to his phone before returning to your call with an “I’m sorry darling, you were saying?”

would absolutely let you do his hair if you so chose, especially at night, but when he comes home with a long red braid from that morning, it brings a smile to your face.

will gently take your hands in his if he notices you biting/picking/scratching at something—I hc he has a horrible habit of picking the skin around his nails when he’s anxious, one of the reasons he wears gloves, and doesn’t want you intentionally hurting yourself even in that small way.

kisses your forehead when you furrow your brows, so you've started giving him a peck on the jaw when you notice him grinding his teeth ohmygod

every so often you'll bring up a topic and he perks up and waits for you to finish, listening attentively before launching into his own ramble session that you could listen to for hours.

doesn't think of himself as a great cook he is & won't admit it but loves to be your sous chef in the kitchen, helping with the extra things and whatever else you need.

will look over the couch to see what you're doing, usually scaring the shit out of you inadvertently before apologizing

the type of person to have your hand in his wherever you are—home, work, the city, etc. he doesn't want to be away from you on his few days off. accidentally scares off creeps/anyone with ill intention because of both his status/name and scary dog energy, though that's a bonus in his eyes.

speaking of the city, loves buying you things. literally anything—clothes, trinkets, books, plushies, whatever. he just likes seeing you so happy, especially with any sort of matching things (bracelets, phone cases, charms, etc.)

sees you excitedly eyeing a very expensive pretty ring in a jeweler's window and makes a mental note

loves to just sit and read with some tea by the fireplace with you on colder nights, sometimes he'll hum a little tune as well

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✧ sweet indulgence ✧

Characters ◦ Kazuha, Xiao, Venti, Heizou, Aether, Wanderer (anemo boys my beloved!!)

Warnings ◦ fluff, modern AU, Wanderer is referred to as Kuni, gn reader

Thoughts ◦ Idea from the candy necklace thing from a few months ago, which is when I wrote it, just never got around to posting it ;-; tell me if this is mischaracterized pls

Words ◦ 730

Kazuha-

Would notice the smell immediately, but not the origin

“Do you smell something sweet? Like.. hard candy?”

You turned him, giving him a smile before pulling a bit at the necklace

“..oh.”

“Do you want some?”

He blushed, avoiding your gaze

“You don’t have to take it off for me, it’s fine, don’t bother-“

“You can just.. bite it off you know”

Oh Archons help him, his poor chivalric heart is going into shock

You pulled the string off your neck and into the air, not wanting him to feel uncomfortable

He took the string, biting off a few pieces before placing it back on your neck

“You’re almost as red as your hair, are you okay?”

He nodded before thanking you for the candy, letting you resume your story from earlier while he quietly stewed in his embarrassment

Xiao-

Would notice it immediately- he knows every detail of your appearance, therefore notices anything out of place

“What is that?”

“Huh?”

“On your neck— a choker?”

“Oh, yeah! It’s made of candy. You want some?”

You didn’t have to ask twice, he was already tilting your head to the side and biting a piece off

He was very quiet and very red after, but thanked you for the candy nonetheless

You, for one, were also quite red

Instead of being quiet, though, you just started talking despite your flustered state, leading him to stare at you without you noticing

He had always liked seeing you talk

Venti-

Knows exactly what it is— what can he say, he’s online a lot

“Ooh, is that one of those candy necklaces? Can I have a piece?”

“Yeah, go for it.”

Takes it by the string and nibbles a piece off, but doesn’t pull away from you before leaving a quick peck on your neck and blowing air into your ear

“Ah- Venti!”

“Ehe~ Thanks for the candy!”

Heizou-

He’s a detective, he’s gonna notice it fast

“That’s a candy necklace, yes?”

“Mhm.”

Doesn’t even wait for you to ask if he can have any, he just goes in

Leaves the left side of your neck with the white string and a few small but quickly forming bruises

“Archons, you didn’t waste time there, did you?”

“You had planned that, didn’t you? You knew you’d see me and just wanted to be a show off, hm?”

“Either way, you fell for it.”

“How can I not when it’s you?”

You paused, heat creeping up your face. You had gotten progressively more flustered with your boyfriend before turning away, giving his shoulder a shove, which made him laugh at your state.

“Fine, you win”

Aether-

Gets very awkward about asking, summoning the courage for somewhere around an hour 

“Can I see your necklace?”

“Hm? Yeah, sure” You smiled, almost sending him into another panic

He’d dealt with countless terrifying situations with a stone-cold demeanor, but when it came to you, he was utterly defenseless

Takes the elastic between his fingers, biting a few pieces off and placing it gently back on your neck

He doesn’t pull away from you before giving you a quick kiss on the cheek, though

“Thank you.”

“You’re so red, Ae.” He gave you a sheepish smile, something that made your face about as red as his.

Wanderer-

Notices it quickly, just doesn't say anything

He's not a child, he doesn't need candy

It would be nice, though... especially coming from you

Thinks about asking a lot, never does—his gaze lingers, though

Internally kicks himself for it

"Kuni?"

That boy whips around so fast the moment his name falls from your lips

Looks like a lost puppy almost, at your side in an instant, yet quickly resumes his faked indifferent demeanor

"What do you want?"

"I was going to ask what you wanted. Is this what you've been looking at so much?" You asked, fidgeting with a piece on the string

"What do you mean? I look at you all the time."

"You do?"

Fuck. Well, he's just dug himself into a hole with this one.

Tries to play it off, fails miserably.

You offer him the candy anyway, with some teasing, and he takes it silently, a barely noticeable tinge of pink veiling his cheeks before he turns away, tilting his hat down to cover his now burning face as his hand slips into yours.

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What if Childe constantly pesters (light-heartedly) to his S/O that doesn't fight as much as him to spar with him a lot, they eventually agree to do so and things were going well! ..Until somehow they managed to beat him. I dont think I've seen any imagines of Childe losing against a spar//fight to reader so this might be neat!

✧ "can i spar you?" ✧

Characters ◦ Childe/Tartaglia

Warnings ◦ none, whiney Tart

Thoughts ◦ this was super fun to write! thank you anon for the ask! <3

Words ◦ 628

“babe, can we spar?”

“come on, let’s spar already!”

“fight me?”

this was the question you had been pestered with ever since you had gotten close to the redhead at your side, Childe. though aggravating, it made sense, given he was a Harbinger of the Fatui. still, your boyfriend’s tenacity was.. irritating, to put it bluntly.

“милая, please?” upon hearing the plead in his voice, along with a nickname of his native tongue, your resolve had broken.

“fine, one fight. that’s all you get, though.”

“deal.”

cut to the Golden House, his preferred sparring grounds. you adjusted your gloves, and the blade of your polearm glinted in the dim light, reflecting your surroundings.

“don’t go easy on me, ‘kay?” Childe joked, readying his bow.

“yeah-huh.” you scoffed, circling your partner.

Childe had a knack for speed, but his battle prowess was something you had only witnessed from afar. he darted from place to place, keeping considerable distance between the two of you. it was disorienting, to say the least. following the familiar figure was something you had grown accustomed to in crowded areas like the Harbor, but this was much easier, despite the use of his vision creating distractions. the most you could do was dodge his arrows, hurling through the air in deadly arcs. you were used to projectiles, but this was something far more intensive than hillichurl arrows. they were your only frame of reference for this type of thing, as dating a Harbinger practically granted you immunity from the Fatui across Teyvat.

you knew Childe was purposefully missing you, but the arrows came too close to your skin for comfort. gripping your staff, you rushed forward, aiming to sweep his feet. he was far too agile for your out-of-practice attempts, though, and launched himself behind you, grabbing your shoulder and knocking your weapon out of your hand, sending it scathing across the floor in a singular motion. you heard the water of his blades condense into form behind you, and the knowledge of the water at your neck sent a shiver down your spine. you let out a heavy sigh. “fine.”

as soon as the word left your mouth, you were pulled into the air bridal-style, a pout appearing on your boyfriend’s face. “that wasn’t hard, though,” he whined, strolling across the room to retrieve your staff.

“yeah, well, it’s not like I have much to train against with you around.” Childe’s brows furrowed at the comment.

“that’s a good thing, right?”

“yes, fish boy, that’s good.” you smiled, looping an arm around his neck. your free hand outstretched toward your polearm. as you came closer, the weapon started to rattle, and in a swift movement you swung yourself around onto the ground, staff in hand and stunned boyfriend on your back. flipping Childe over, you slammed your weight down, restraining him with your blade at his neck. “do I win now?”

“I..” he laughed, glancing at his lack of non-lethal options, “yeah.” you smiled, stepping off his ribcage and pulling him up. “how the hell did you get your polearm? it was at least ten meters from you when you did that flip thing. you don’t have a vision you didn’t tell me about, did you?”

“no, no I don’t have a vision— I do, however, have alchemy. they’re only testers so far, but I’ve figured out how to implant magnets into these gloves that correspond to a magnetic plate around the pole of my staff! you like it?”

“babe, you’re insane. I love it!” Childe exclaimed, pulling you into a hug that lifted you off the ground. “archons, we’re gonna be unstoppable... you’re so smart you give me goosebumps— you know that, right?” you laughed, placing a quick kiss on his lips.

“absolutely.”

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✧ wait ✧

Character ◦ Kaeya

Warnings ◦ not proofread, wrote while literally falling asleep so

Thoughts ◦ Kaeya braindump go brrr

Words ◦ 282

You had waited oh, oh so long for your lover. It was late, and you were getting impatient. You knew the knights worked late often, but it was quite unlike Kaeya to have this much to do. After all, his shift ended four hours ago, and you were damn sure that he didn’t have night duty tonight.

A tad worried and more than a little tired, you shifted in the corner of the couch, bringing your fluffy blanket to your shoulders. Taking the remote, you turned on a show you’d seen a thousand times in an attempt to stay awake until he came home.

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“Snowflake?”

Kaeya inched the front door open, fully aware of the time of night (morning?) it was, hence the whisper. He never expected the paperwork Jean had handed off to him to take nearly that long—I mean, six hours of overtime, really? At that point she could’ve just told him to come in the next day. Although, she was much more efficient at paperwork than he, but that was neither here nor there.

The light from the tv flooded the otherwise dark room, a soft breathing mingling with the dialogue from a show. Circling the couch, Kaeya found your sleeping figure nestled into the corner of the leather, a fluffy blanket kicked down at your feet. You were shivering slightly, a hand over your biceps. He turned off the tv. Debating over leaving you or carrying you to bed, Kaeya didn’t want to disturb you.

“Ah.. sorry I’m home so late.” Crouching down, he shifted the blanket over your shoulders, brushing a piece of your hair from your face with a kiss to your temple. “Sleep well, darling.”

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✧ immortal insistence ✧

Immortality has its way of insisting upon itself. How do they handle your fleeting moments before you’re gone?

Characters ◦ Venti, Zhongli, Ei, Albedo

Warnings ◦ not proofread, mentions of loss, chronophobia warning (fear of passage of time)

Thoughts ◦ a valentines post?? :0 very last-minute I wrote this up during my study period so there's probably a few spelling/grammatical errors

Words ◦ 631

Venti, who latches himself to you at the hip at every opportunity. He’s lost someone before, and he doesn’t know if he can stand to again. He cherishes every bloom of rose on your cheeks, the resonating sound of your laugh, your hands cascading through his hair. When you leave on a mission, he’s confronted quickly with the idea of your mortality- what’s a bard to do? The better question, what’s a god to do? The cecilia you left him twirled in his hand, he reminisces in the breeze atop starsnatch cliff. He hopes you are feeling the same wind as well, the idea of you being somewhere the wind cannot blow frightening him. Soliloquizing, the windswept bard writes the symphony of your adventures, fashioning a tale worthy of your accomplishments for him to shower you with when you return.

Zhongli, who is disturbed at the idea of losing one another close to him, not to war or destruction, but to the ever-constant erosion of the water of time. Time’s water erodes the rock of stability, the very force capable of breaking his shields aside from you- the one he wishes to protect the most. The retired Archon consults with the only people as well-versed in the flow of time as he; the adepti. He remembers the God of Dust, her subjects, and everyone he has lost to the flow of time. He takes a sip of the tea you had left, calm flooding his veins as he remembers to cherish the time he has with you, however unjustly stilted. If only he could forge a contract to keep you by his side for his immortal life, if you so wished. Impossible, he thinks, though the thought plays in his mind regardless, a melancholy feeling as he awaits your return.

Ei, who nearly latches steadfastly back to her dream of eternity. She fears the idea of losing someone so cherished to her, the memory of Makoto blurring her vision. She breathes, remembering what she had said to an errant traveler an eternity ago- “Even the bitterest of teas, once swallowed, leave a sweetness in the throat.” She lets her concerns ebb and flow, clutching the sakura blooms you had left. How cruel a reminder, the twin petals to the one she has lost, and the one who will fade long before their eternity has been realized.

Albedo, who feels an unfamiliar feeling in his artificial heart. No, not unfamiliar- unsteady. He has felt this before, the skeleton of Durin a stark reminder. He had taken his passing in stride, however, and this is nothing approximating that. This pain is near tangible, like he could grab it if he touched his chest. He is accustomed to being alone, but has grown weary in your abrupt absence. So, he does the only thing he can think of- he throws himself into his work, and when that blows up in his face (quite literally), he turns to art. He sketches the first thing he can think of- you.He fears for the future, one that you are not in, hundreds of years from now. Your mortality crushing him, he fills sketchbooks, fills canvases with oil paints and studies, trying to be able to memorize how light hits your face, the exact fragments of color in your eyes, committing every brushstroke that forms your appearance to memory so that he may be able to still see you long after you're gone. He selects his favorite to show you when you return, imagining your smile that lights a room upon receiving any of his works previous. He smiles, feeling more at ease than he had in the weeks you were gone. You’ll be with him for longer than his anxieties think. Not forever, but long enough.

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Wanted to hop by and say I rlly love your gift giving post!! Childe's and Albedo made my heart meeeltt QwQ

Ah I also wanted to mention that your byi/dni link isn't working and I'm not sure if any potential requests won't break any rules D:

Thank you!! Highly appreciated <33 I do take requests, feel free to ask! Are the masterpost or tag links working? Ill see if I can fix it soon, thanks for letting me know!! <3

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✧ their little gifts ✧

characters ◦  Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Albedo

warnings ◦ none, just fluffy gifts <3

thoughts ◦ something from a few months ago because I need something to post this blog feels so empty,, I haven't had time to write with finals :(

words ◦ 772

Diluc would gift you little expensive sweets or jewelry and give them to you in the most genuinely sweet and careful ways, with velvet boxes and bejeweled glass cases placed on tables after your meals. he’d hold a ball specifically for your entertainment and enjoyment, inviting hundreds of people, much alike the ones he had held while his father was still alive. he paid no mind to any of the guests, entirely enraptured with you, swirling you through the crowds under the light of a dazzling chandelier.

Childe’s ideal date is a fistfight in the Golden House, much like your first spar, and a place the two of you frequented. he had begged Ningguang to build a different one with the Fatui’s own funds purely to have the original to himself for your use, to Pantalone’s dismay. despite this, the floor of the Golden House was not only a sparring grounds, but your personal safe haven, the two of you spending evenings stretching into daybreaks there dancing, chatting and listening to each other’s stories of travel and discovery, family and woes. he’d shower you with gifts from across Teyvat— books from the archives of Sumeru, clothing and accessories from Snezhnaya and the like. though you’d never admit it, your favorites were the small ones— kisses placed on rings of noctilucous jade wrapping your fingers, a bracelet of Inazuman amethyst slipped into a pocket, a glaze lily of Liyue tucked behind your ear. you weren’t one to shy away from gifts either— though less mora put into them, he flushed brighter than his hair at your kisses, arms slipping around his waist from behind, or even the occasional graze of knuckles while frequenting Liyue Harbor. it was funny how such a deadly harbinger could stiffen and burn from a light touch.

Kaeya’s gifts, though less flashy, meant more than mora could show for— a sweep off your feet at the tavern (much to the side-eye of a certain bard), a quiet night spent braiding your hair after a shower (you didn’t take it out for days on your expeditions, gathering dirt and twigs near the ends until you returned to Mondstadt to his fretted mutterings and snorted teasings), a hand-picked bouquet of calla lilies, accompanied by a curtsy worthy of his brother’s halls, before being pulled into a waltz atop an unguarded tower of the walls of Mond below the stars— each and every one his gift to you, tokens of the one who will never leave the side of he who has been left time and time again.

Albedo, when confronted with your first request for a gift, took it as a sign to start giving you things. notebooks he intended on taking alchemical notes in but never opened yet, doodles and drawings from his sketchbooks, pens from around his office, trinkets buried in the snow of dragonspine he'd seen glittering around bags from less fortunate travelers. every new item that left his hands into yours you held close, a bittersweet reminder of his distance atop the snowy peak. your favorite gift he had given you, by far, was an alchemical device he had concocted on one of your more recent trips up the mountain with him. he had handed you a small bottle, a warming seelie entrapped inside. you inquired about the little thing, and he had said he'd study the biological adaptations between a seelie and it's warming variant, but to keep the bottle for now, at least until the next time you came up— give him a week or so. a few days later, you were thankful for the gift to warm you up the mountain, and greeted the alchemist. he asked to see the bottle in your hand, taking it and comparing it to one on his desk. he handed you the new bottle, something much lighter and.. no seelie, yet it still emitted warmth? he explained that he had found a way to replicate the fiery feeling of a warming seelie without having to capture one— a process using the stamen of a flaming flower and some alchemical liberties. this gift was something you cherished, fashioning the bottle into a necklace for simplicity of travel in dragonspine. not only did it allow you to visit Albedo more frequently, but it also allotted for you to accompany him on his expeditions around the mountain without him worrying. you still held his gifts dear, initiating some of your own in findings from around Teyvat, but this was the one that you had stationed closest to your heart no matter the weather or distance from dragonspine and, subsequently, your lover.

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✧ masterlist ✧

◦ sorted by region, then character ◦

𝗠𝗼𝗻𝗱𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗱𝘁

✧ Diluc Ragnvindr ✧

◦ their little gifts

◦ domesticity

◦ bartop

✧ Kaeya Alberich ✧

◦ their little gifts

◦ wait

✧ Albedo Kreideprinz ✧

◦ their little gifts

◦ immortal insistence

✧ Venti ✧

◦ immortal insistence

◦ sweet indulgence

𝗟𝗶𝘆𝘂𝗲

✧ Zhongli✧

◦ immortal insistence

✧ Xiao ✧

◦ sweet indulgence

𝗜𝗻𝗮𝘇𝘂𝗺𝗮

✧ Raiden Ei ✧

◦ immortal insistence

✧ Shikanoin Heizou ✧

◦ sweet indulgence

✧ Kaedehara Kazuha ✧

◦ sweet indulgence

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗲𝗿𝘂

✧ Wanderer ✧ ◦ sweet indulgence

𝗢𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿/𝗢𝘂𝘁𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿

✧ Childe/Tartaglia ✧

◦ their little gifts

◦ "can i spar you?"

✧ Aether ✧

◦ sweet indulgence