▸ marriage au, domestic tooth-rotting fluff, super brief (literally a sliver of) angst and hurt/comfort towards the end but happy ending
as your husband, alhaitham is devoted to upholding you in the light that you deserve
if alhaitham wasn't paying attention when he entered the bedroom, then he would have either tripped over your legs, at best, or stepped on your toes, at worst. lucky for you, he is always paying attention. so when alhaitham comes in, he takes a moment to assess the scene before him: you're laying facedown on the floor amid clothing you've haphazardly strewn about, as though someone with an anemo vision broke in, knocked you unconscious, and left in a panicked flurry.
it's with a sigh that he steps around the mess before joining you on the floor, his cheek pressed against his palm and his elbow propped up on one knee. "what are you doing, love?"
"picking an outfit," you murmur, lifting your head just enough for your words to be audible.
"and did you pick something?"
"no. none of my hijabs match and i'm frustrated. everything looks bad today."
alhaitham doesn't let a moment pass when he says, "you look beautiful in anything."
you spring up from the ground in an instant that if alhaitham hadn't memorized all your mannerisms long ago, he might've been startled by how quickly you moved.
"how calculative of you, my beloved! i don't need flattery, i need something to wear," you cry, resorting to theatrics that remind him a little too much of his old roommate.
"anything goes well with what you have on now," he simply says. the clarity in his words tell you that he's honest, though alhaitham scarcely ever says anything he doesn't mean. you'd appreciate the small white lie every now and then, but you've come to adore his frankness. it's refreshing and in good faith, often steering you away from meaningless arguments that typically arise between married couples.
"really?" you say, tilting your head to the side.
"of course."
alhaitham places a kiss on your temple and it never fails to make your insides flutter. apart from being a loving gesture from husband to wife, that specific show of affection often reminds you of your grandparents. it was how your grandfather always greeted your grandmother, even if she was just entering the room.
"well, if you say it's alright, i suppose it is."
your husband's reassurance reinstates your resolve and you rise to your feet, suddenly remembering a matter that was slightly more important than your attire. "right, we should get the pilaf ready now. ummi said to bring about 8 to 10 servings, yes?"
alhaitham stands as well, nodding. "she's been boasting to all the relatives about how wonderful your cooking is."
"our cooking," you correct, your brows slowly knitting together. "does ummi even know you're much better at it than me?"
"no. i tell her you do it on your own."
you click your tongue. "i won't stand for lying in this household, my beloved. but mark my words, i'll get so much better at cooking that i won't need your help anymore!"
in your presence, it's hard for him to keep emotion from showing on his face. the motivating fire in your eyes involuntarily makes the corners of his lips twitch.
"you are aware that ummi doesn't care if you can cook or not?"
"i'm perfectly aware, but i care. later in life, i'd like to be a doting grandmother who's always cooking for her grandchildren."
alhaitham chuckles, adding this to his mental list of all the things you wish for in the life you shared. you didn't know, but he has vowed to make them come true for you no matter the time it takes.
"we don't have children of our own yet and you're already thinking of our grandchildren?" he says, a brow raised.
"it's good to be ready for anything. isn't that so, my beloved?"
with the concentration of a surgeon performing heart surgery, you take extreme caution in plating the food you'd be bringing to ummi's gathering later that evening. alhaitham's distant cousins will be coming as well and you went on and on about how you have to keep up airs because you were praised so much for the plating at the last gathering—even though it wasn't actually you that decorated the plate, but dehya, who happened to have an undiscovered knack for it.
after wrapping up the meal prep, you disappear into the bedroom to finish getting ready. as usual, it takes a tad bit longer than you claim and alhaitham patiently waits in the foyer.
when you finally do emerge from the hall, your husband's eyes soften and he presses his lips into a thin line as if to keep from laughing. "are you forgetting something, love?"
his question catches you off-guard and you freeze. "hm? did i forget something... napkins? did we have to bring napkins?"
his silence urges you to keep guessing.
"oh no, was it plates? did ummi ask us to bring plastic plates so she won't have to bother with the dishes?!"
alhaitham can practically see the worry manifest on your face. you're thinking about how there are no plastic plates at home, which means the two of you would need to stop by the supermarket, but the supermarket that sells plastic plates is one in the opposite direction of ummi's home, and considering that it's a sunday, it might be crowded and—
"love?" he interrupts. he takes a step towards you, holding you by the shoulder to make you face the oval mirror that hung on the wall in the foyer. "your hijab?"
you gasp at your reflection, a furious blush creeping across your face as you realize how utterly foolish you were for forgetting the one thing you were losing your mind over earlier. the shock lasts only for a few seconds though, before you register your silly oversight as humor and burst out laughing.
"oh, 'haitham, what would i do without you!" you laugh, running back to the bedroom.
alhaitham shakes his head to himself, but in truth, he deeply cherishes moments like these. it makes him happy that you rely on him, that you lean on him like this.
when you return, you have a scarf that resembles his emerald eyes and it doesn't take long for him to recognize it's the one he gifted you on the day he visited your parents to ask for your hand in marriage. you stand in front of the mirror, expertly wrapping the scarf around your head as he watches in quiet awe.
"what is it, my beloved?" you catch him staring from the reflection in the mirror, but alhaitham looks only at you.
"you're beautiful," he says, with the same immediacy in which he spoke with previously.
"hmm," you turn your head to observe the finished look, double-checking to ensure the pins are fastened in place. "you don't think i look like a beansprout today?"
alhaitham frowns. it's what you like to call yourself on the days you find self-deprecation funny—but not once has he ever found humor in it. perhaps because he knows it was how you were made fun of in your adolescence when a handful of kids couldn't understand your decision to start dressing modestly. you wouldn't say that you suffered because of it, but appearances, more often times than not, had an impact on a young girl's self-esteem. even though it may not be something that deeply troubles you now as an adult, alhaitham knows there are days when covering your hair feels like a heavier task than usual.
once more, alhaitham grips your shoulders, turning you to face him now.
"you're beautiful," he repeats for the third time that day, convinced that the number of times he iterates it will never cheapen its meaning.
"there is honor in you wearing this," he adds quietly, gently running his fingers down the length of the fabric as he would to your strands of hair when it's just the two of you at home. "honor that i will never know."
the weight of his words don't fall lightly on you and in that moment, you wonder how it's possible that a love so all-encompassing could exist.
you take your hands in his, unable to find the words to respond with. alhaitham leans forward to kiss your forehead and in a silent prayer, you wish that this habit will persist—that when your grandchildren bears witness to alhaitham's affection for you, they too will hope to find a love like this.
Synopsis: When your mother told you about Aunty Buer's nephew, who was visiting for the summer, you were expecting a kind, shy boy who loved helping out his aunty and spending time with the lonely elders and cheerful children of the neighborhood. It was quite the surprise when you found out just how mean Kunikuzushi really was. Your first encounter went poorly, and you were absolutely dreading your next meeting. You already hate him. But, a lot can change in one summer... perhaps you'll have different views of each other by the time school starts again, and Kunikuzushi has to return to Inazuma..?
a/n: Hahaha... I took forever to write this part... I'm sorry pookies 🤧🤧🤧
Kunikuzushi x Sumerian!gn!reader / no pronouns used / <3
♡ Part 1
☆.𓋼𓍊 𓆏 𓍊𓋼𓍊.☆
Kunikuzushi was a lot of work.
For someone who was constantly being praised by both your mother and his aunty, he was quite difficult to tolerate. As a person who was always quiet and reserved, you hated how obnoxious he acted at times. It’s not like he was loud or boisterous, but he was quite disrespectful, and just an overall jerk.
On your first meeting, you ended up responding to his disgusted gaze and rude remarks with some... not so nice words. You two ended up arguing, and your mother gave you an earful when you got back home. She forced you to go back to Aunty Buer’s house the next day and apologize with some sweets, which was an infuriating experience.
☆.𓋼𓍊 𓆏 𓍊𓋼𓍊.☆
“I hate sweets.” Kunikuzushi said, crossing his arms and looking at you with an indifferent expression. It took everything in you not to glare at him as your grip tightened around the tray you were holding. You put your whole damn soul into this stupid dessert, all while your mother scolded you for arguing with him, even though it was completely his fault, and he doesn’t even like sweets? You almost feel like throwing the whole tray at his stupid face. But you don’t, because that would defeat the whole purpose of coming here today.
“You can give them to Aunty Buer, then.” You mumble, trying not to sound irritated as you look around before setting the tray down on the table beside you. What now?? You’ve gotten the apology bit out of the way - but he hasn’t said whether he forgives you or not. All he’s done is reject the sweets that took you a painful amount of time to make. You stand there awkwardly, wondering if you should say something about it.
“...well? What are you still doing here?” He asks. You flinch a little at the judgemental look on his face. How the hell are you supposed to word this? Internally cringing, you decide to just say it.
“Uhh... you didn’t answer my apology. Do you forgive me?” You fidget with your sleeve. You wish you could just turn around and leave, but you know that you’ll be scolded if you go back home without a clear response to your apology.
“Oh. Yeah, whatever. It’s fine.” He looked at the clock on the wall, like he had other things to be doing. You followed his gaze. “Is that it? You can leave now.” He covered a yawn behind his hand, waving you away with the other.
Gladly, You think, as you nod and glance at your shoes.
“Okay. Bye, Kunikuzushi.” You give him an awkward wave and turn around to leave. Was... was that really it? You were expecting him to insult you again, or tell you that he doesn’t forgive you. But oh well. You walk out of the living room and through the kitchen. Buer is sitting at the table with her sewing machine.
Oh, you think. So that’s why the chairs are so tall. You feel a little stupid for not realizing earlier, but you ignore it and walk to the table to say goodbye.
“I’m going now, Aunty Buer. Thank you for having me.” You hug her, and you feel her little arms wrapping around you in return.
“No problem, [name]! Did you and Kuni make up?” She asked hopefully, taking your hand and smiling kindly at you. Her smile is so cute, you just want to eat her.
“Um, I guess so.” You respond, trying not to stare at her too much.
“Ah, I’m glad.” Her smile grows even bigger. “I know Kuni can be really mean sometimes, but he’s a good kid at heart. He’s just not very good at socializing. So please don’t be too mad at him, okay?” She gives your hand a gentle squeeze.
You almost scoff, but Aunty Buer is just too sweet. It’ll be hard, but for her sake, you’ll try not to be offended by his behavior.
“Okay, Aunty Buer.” You smile and nod at her.
“Thank you, [name]. I’ll talk to him for you, okay?” She pats your cheek and pinches it gently.
You hesitate. You don’t want it to seem like you asked her to talk to him for you, but either way, it’s not like you can convince her not to. You’ve learned not to try and dissuade an aunty once she’s made up her mind.
“Okay. Thank you.” You give her one last hug. “Bye, Aunty. I’ll see you soon.”
“Wait, let me open the door for you.”
And with that, your little visit was over. As much as you wanted to forgive him, for Buer’s sake, you were still a little pissed off by the way that he acts. Sure, he might hate socializing, but he could definitely be a little nicer about it! But then again, maybe you’re just being petty. You look up at the sky as you walk down the street. You hold an arm over your head to protect your eyes from being burned off by the sun. Should you just get over it and be nice to him anyways? You’re still a little shocked that he forgave you so easily. Maybe you were overreacting.
You think about what Buer said to you.
“I know Kuni can be really mean sometimes, but he’s a good kid at heart. He’s just not very good at socializing. So please don’t be too mad at him, okay?”
'Kuni' was a cute nickname.
You push that thought aside as you reach your house at the end of the street. Time to relay your experience to your mother and hope that she’s satisfied with your apology.
☆.𓋼𓍊 𓆏 𓍊𓋼𓍊.☆
Taglist: @scarasvision , @kunikuzushisbeloved , @chocolate-koala , @wings101 , @sakeeeee (Please work please work please work please work)
Ik it's short I'm sorry 😔😔😔 Part 3 coming soon (maybe)!!!
Synopsis: When your mother told you about Aunty Buer's nephew, who was visiting for the summer, you were expecting a kind, shy boy who loved helping out his aunty and spending time with the lonely elders and cheerful children of the neighborhood. It was quite the surprise when you found out just how mean Kunikuzushi really was. Your first encounter went poorly, and you were absolutely dreading your next meeting. You already hate him. But, a lot can change in one summer... perhaps you'll have different views of each other by the time school starts again, and Kunikuzushi has to return to Inazuma..?
a/n: Hahaha... I took forever to write this part... I'm sorry pookies 🤧🤧🤧
Kunikuzushi x Sumerian!gn!reader / no pronouns used / <3
♡ Part 1
☆.𓋼𓍊 𓆏 𓍊𓋼𓍊.☆
Kunikuzushi was a lot of work.
For someone who was constantly being praised by both your mother and his aunty, he was quite difficult to tolerate. As a person who was always quiet and reserved, you hated how obnoxious he acted at times. It’s not like he was loud or boisterous, but he was quite disrespectful, and just an overall jerk.
On your first meeting, you ended up responding to his disgusted gaze and rude remarks with some... not so nice words. You two ended up arguing, and your mother gave you an earful when you got back home. She forced you to go back to Aunty Buer’s house the next day and apologize with some sweets, which was an infuriating experience.
☆.𓋼𓍊 𓆏 𓍊𓋼𓍊.☆
“I hate sweets.” Kunikuzushi said, crossing his arms and looking at you with an indifferent expression. It took everything in you not to glare at him as your grip tightened around the tray you were holding. You put your whole damn soul into this stupid dessert, all while your mother scolded you for arguing with him, even though it was completely his fault, and he doesn’t even like sweets? You almost feel like throwing the whole tray at his stupid face. But you don’t, because that would defeat the whole purpose of coming here today.
“You can give them to Aunty Buer, then.” You mumble, trying not to sound irritated as you look around before setting the tray down on the table beside you. What now?? You’ve gotten the apology bit out of the way - but he hasn’t said whether he forgives you or not. All he’s done is reject the sweets that took you a painful amount of time to make. You stand there awkwardly, wondering if you should say something about it.
“...well? What are you still doing here?” He asks. You flinch a little at the judgemental look on his face. How the hell are you supposed to word this? Internally cringing, you decide to just say it.
“Uhh... you didn’t answer my apology. Do you forgive me?” You fidget with your sleeve. You wish you could just turn around and leave, but you know that you’ll be scolded if you go back home without a clear response to your apology.
“Oh. Yeah, whatever. It’s fine.” He looked at the clock on the wall, like he had other things to be doing. You followed his gaze. “Is that it? You can leave now.” He covered a yawn behind his hand, waving you away with the other.
Gladly, You think, as you nod and glance at your shoes.
“Okay. Bye, Kunikuzushi.” You give him an awkward wave and turn around to leave. Was... was that really it? You were expecting him to insult you again, or tell you that he doesn’t forgive you. But oh well. You walk out of the living room and through the kitchen. Buer is sitting at the table with her sewing machine.
Oh, you think. So that’s why the chairs are so tall. You feel a little stupid for not realizing earlier, but you ignore it and walk to the table to say goodbye.
“I’m going now, Aunty Buer. Thank you for having me.” You hug her, and you feel her little arms wrapping around you in return.
“No problem, [name]! Did you and Kuni make up?” She asked hopefully, taking your hand and smiling kindly at you. Her smile is so cute, you just want to eat her.
“Um, I guess so.” You respond, trying not to stare at her too much.
“Ah, I’m glad.” Her smile grows even bigger. “I know Kuni can be really mean sometimes, but he’s a good kid at heart. He’s just not very good at socializing. So please don’t be too mad at him, okay?” She gives your hand a gentle squeeze.
You almost scoff, but Aunty Buer is just too sweet. It’ll be hard, but for her sake, you’ll try not to be offended by his behavior.
“Okay, Aunty.” You smile and nod at her.
“Thank you, [name]. I’ll talk to him for you, okay?” She pats your cheek and pinches it gently.
You hesitate. You don’t want it to seem like you asked her to talk to him for you, but either way, it’s not like you can convince her not to. You’ve learned not to try and dissuade an aunty once she’s made up her mind.
“Okay. Thank you.” You give her one last hug. “Bye, Aunty. I’ll see you soon.”
“Wait, let me open the door for you.”
And with that, your little visit was over. As much as you wanted to forgive him, for Buer’s sake, you were still a little pissed off by the way that he acts. Sure, he might hate socializing, but he could definitely be a little nicer about it! But then again, maybe you’re just being petty. You look up at the sky as you walk down the street. You hold an arm over your head to protect your eyes from being burned off by the sun. Should you just get over it and be nice to him anyways? You’re still a little shocked that he forgave you so easily. Maybe you were overreacting.
You think about what Buer said to you.
“I know Kuni can be really mean sometimes, but he’s a good kid at heart. He’s just not very good at socializing. So please don’t be too mad at him, okay?”
'Kuni' was a cute nickname.
You push that thought aside as you reach your house at the end of the street. Time to relay your experience to your mother and hope that she’s satisfied with your apology.
☆.𓋼𓍊 𓆏 𓍊𓋼𓍊.☆
Taglist: @scarasvision , @kunikuzushisbeloved , @chocolate-koala , @wings101 , @sakeeeee (Please work please work please work please work)
Ik it's short I'm sorry 😔😔😔 Part 3 coming soon (maybe)!!!
This minecraft short comic called "A strange Coast" made by Ian Flynn I believe, I found in a book from my library I work has to be one of the most beautiful and respectful takes on the game.
It understands minecradf so perfectly and doesn't treat it as childishly as the other stories in it did.
I want to start writing Haikus and stuff bc it's like fun or whatever but I just KNOW I'd end up aggressively throwing my pen across the room because I'm so bad at making up pretty words to go into pretty sentences.
ATTENTION ALL GIRLS AND LADIES: if you walk from home, school, office or anywhere and you are alone and you come across a little boy crying holding a piece of paper with an address on it, DO NOT TAKE HIM THERE! take him straight to the police station for this is the new 'gang' way of rape. The incident is getting worse. Warn your families. Reblog this so this message can get accross to everyone.
This isn’t a big thing in England (that I’m aware of) but I’m still reblogging this because I have American mutuals and followers! Please please stay safe guys
This is very self indulgent but like very busy yanfei who is always visiting this cafe (says bcus the coffee there is great) but is actually there to catch a glimpse of reader who is a florist on the other side of the road. Both litteraly fawning over each other with their friends and coworkers.
Write it however u want but this was also kind of a drabble <3
summary ; you find the person behind the counter extremely attractive which is why you frequent their shop, but what happens when you finally shoot your shot/when they shoot their shot with you?
warnings ; cursing, fluff just like fluff and a bit of awkwardness but still fluffy and i think thats it yes
pairings ; yanfei, scaramouche x gn!reader [ seperately ]
notes ; ahhh anon i'm so sorry 😭 i misread this and i already finished with making yanfei's when i reread it :,) yanfei's is a bit different than what you requested so i apologize but i hope it's still okay, scara's part is so rushed since i accidentally posted this too early when i haven't even started on his part yet, might make a part two with diluc if someone requests :<
─ YANFEI
You kept smiling to yourself like a fool as you poured the milk into a heart shape, though a smile tugged on your lips your mind was running wild, how can it not when that gorgeous lady is sitting right there?? you don't know her name but guessing from the various books about law always scattered on her table you guessed she was a law student, or a lawyer.
You finally mustered up the courage to give her your number, you hesitated as you picked up the tissue with your number on it, aether's eyes were on you as his hands were glued to his phone, you guessed that he was updating the gc about your law student shenanigans, you sighed as you picked up a brand new tissue deciding to not go through with your plan.
"Stop being a pussy and just give it to her oh my archons, do it for me at least I am tired of your bullshit."
Feigning an offended face you decided to listen to your friend, you picked up the tissue with your number on it as you walked over to the law student's table, though unknown to you the said law student had been ranting to her private account about how amazing you look, she was stunned with how someone could look perfect while literally pouring liquid into more liquid, but in yanfei's eyes you always appeared perfect so she paid no mind to it.
Her heart did plenty cartwheels as she reached for the tissue, she was supposed to wipe her mouth with it, parallel to her you'd been on edge for the past 15 minutes, the gorgeous law student had been paying no mind to your tissue but instead focused on her laptop, but now that she saw it you couldn't help but hide below the counter, your co-worker trying his best to stop his laughter.
Well let's just say you received a text from a very beautiful pink haired individual later that day :)
─ SCARAMOUCHE
You enjoyed the peace and quiet, which is why you easily found solace in the small cat cafe near your house, not only was the cats' company amazing, you secretly adored the barista that worked there, from what you've heared from his co-workers his name waa scaramouche, oddly you thought it suited the indigo haired man.
You've went on numerous rants about how gorgeous and breathtaking this man was to your friends and you're sure that they're tired of you however you slowly worked up the courage to finally talk to him, and today's the day!!
"hi."
"hey?"
"i uh, my name's _____"
"..good to know?"
goddamn it he's cute but can't he just get the hint??
"look i think you're really cute, do you wanna watch a movie with me or something??"
The normally quiet and snarky man was nowhere to be found, the man who stood before you was completely flustered, a blush dusting over his cheeks as he directly avoided your eyes.
"With me? Are you sure??"
"Yes. 100%, Is that a yes or a no?"
"It's a yes.."
You certainly left the cat cafe with a little more than cat hair that day.
Question: if I see someone pull off a Hijab, what should I do? I know there are reasons they are worn so I want to if i should stand in between them and who did this, should i protect them from view somehow, or something else? This has been happening a lot so I feel it’s something everyone needs to know.
Good question! I cannot correctly and effectively answer, as I am a white, non-Muslim person; however, I will reblog in case any of my followers can answer.
I asked my Hijabi friend, so here’s one Hijabi’s answer:
“my opinion is, definitely try cover them or give them something to cover themselves with. And perhaps shoo off the person, without putting oneself in danger! God forbid, if that happened to me, I would like someone to come and comfort me and give me something to cover my hair with and then help me report it to the cops “
If u see it happen to 1 of us, pls cover our head + hair with a coat or shawl or any piece of cloth, while hugging us in comfort. Please don’t get hurt by lashing out @ the perpetrators in any way, coz if they dare to do that, they’re probably too far gone in their own hatred to listen to any reason. Much love + Thank You to anyone who supports us.
yes !! everything said here is important af. if you see someone pull off a girl’s hijab immediately cover her hair and provide comfort. don’t talk to the perpetrator but try to get the woman out of there if you can. maybe if you have a scarf on you at the time give it to her so she can wear it until she’s alone and can replace her hijab. please please protect muslim girls because we already had it hard before donald trump became president and now its gonna be worse with people going around thinking their violence and cruelty is justified
for my other white ppl who might have a hard time, it’s my understanding that a hijab is like a major item of clothing, not an accessory like a hat or a scarf.
so think abt it more like if someone just ripped someone’s shirt or skirt off. u don’t want to be left there exposed or have to walk home without it.
everyone, even outside America needs to protect our Muslim sisters in these times.
For men, yes please, we would prefer it if you avoided looking at our hair, and if we don’t have something to substitute as a hijab at that moment, anything you could lend us, a jacket, etc, would be very appreciated.
Also, since most girls avoid physical contact with men they’re not related to, please do not hug them, but rather shoo the offender away if you can, or at least escort the girl to a safe place. You can still offer words of encouragement and support. Furthermore, understand that the victim may not be very welcoming towards you because she’ll obviously be shaken, and won’t know where you are coming from. If that’s the case, please still give her something to cover herself (hijab is very important, think of it as someone ripping your shirt off) and stand some distance away until you are sure she’s in safe hands.
Thank you so much for your support, we really appreciate it, god bless all of you.
There’s many reason why I always have a flannel on me, and this is one of them.
Just the other day I gave it to a kind hijabi girl at a cafe because some asshole reached across the counter and ripped her hijab off, saying that she’s now “free” from it
Followers, please rb this and keep this in mind!!!
I’ve been told it’s the equivalent of pulling a woman’s shirt off and leaving her in her bra. Sure, she’s technically covered, even more than some women in bikinis - but her first priority is “get something to cover up with,” not “chase down the person who took her shirt.” And guys who want to help her cover are appreciated, but she doesn’t want them staring while she covers up.
Adding to this, guys, if a girl's hijab is ripped off DO NOT stare at her/look at her!!! Avoid looking at her hair while she's uncovered bc part of wearing a hijab is covering up and hijabis are only allowed to be seen without their hijabs by other women. If you're a man and something like this happens, look away and offer her something to cover herself if you have anything on you. Please keep this in mind if anything like this happens while you're around!!
imagine a royalty au where venti is the reclusive king of mondstadt. no one else in the kingdom besides his closest retainers have ever seen his face, preferring to keep himself anonymous. you’re a helper at the local tavern, serving drinks and occasionally tending to the bar. there’s a bard that always performs in the tavern, and while everyone cheers and claps to his songs, you’re the only one who approaches him after the performance is over, asking him about his songs and what inspired him to write them, genuinely curious about him and his interests. and venti, who’s only ever been told by countless people as he grew up that music is a useless subject for the future king, slowly finds himself looking forward to the days where he can sneak out of the castle to play a tune for you, his heart warm at every praise that leaves your lips.
when venti suddenly asks what you think of king barbatos, you answer with how much it’ll lessen the people’s worries if he showed more of himself in public, reassuring everyone that he’s well and still there to lead monstadt. a week after that conversation, barbatos suddenly walks out of his castle and into broad daylight, a gleaming crown on his head that left no doubt about his identity to any onlookers.
there’s a knock on your door. the smiling face of the bard you’re so fond of greets you, along with what is possibly the entirety of mondstadt watching over his back, everyone eager to get a glimpse of their reclusive king.
“venti…?”
“barbatos, actually, sorry for the lie. but feel free to call me venti! it’s what my friends call me.” he sheepishly scratches his head, nearly dislodging the crown that costs more than your entire life’s worth of savings. “i’m not really one for theatrics, but you said it’d be great if i showed my face in public, so here i am!” he spreads his arms out like a gesture asking for a hug. “so, anyway, what do you say to lunch this afternoon? i did promise to repay you for all those drinks at the tavern.”
summary: the genshin men fanboy over their favorite idol, you.
pairing: albedo, xiao and scaramouche (separately) x gender neutral reader
note: extremely short I'm sorry hh also a repost
MASTERLIST
■ ー albedo
•The not-so-casual casual fan
•Like,, he listens to your songs religiously but nobody needs to know that ehe
•He just normally talks about your songs like a normal human would but then with people he's friends with specifically Sucrose,,
•"Okay so basically, this song means that theyー"
"Mister Albedo you need to go home it's lateー"
"I'M NOT DONE, anyways their first album meansー"
•Always rambles about your songs it's the cutest
•Ranks your songs by his most favorite to least, though he loves all of them
•He would over-analyze all of your lyrics no matter how light hearted they are, you could be talking about cats and he would link it to how animals are going extinctー
•Always listens to your songs when studying or just generally doing any task and always sings along
•Has all your songs memorized by heart and he just randomly hums the tune or sing the lyrics without realizing
•He doesn't get to go to your concerts very often but he always has your assigned glowstick each time he can go
■ ー xiao
•None of his friends expected him to be a fan of you until they heard time blast your songs when he thought he was home alone.
•When he's walking somewhere with his headphones, everyone would expect that he's listening to hard rock or something similar but no, it's just you on loop
•Him: 🖤💀😈🤬☕
•The music he listens to: 💞💌🧚♀️🦄
(This is a joke, dw I hate it too)
•Falls asleep to your music a lot, it's somehow very comforting to him
•You were the one who inspired him to start learning how to use a guitar
•Definitely cried when he got to go to one of your concerts
■ ー scaramouche
•Openly slandered you on Twitter and has been banned way too many times
•But don't let that fool you, he's an international superspyー I mean a huge closeted fan that waits for hours outside the stores as soon as one of your albums come out
•Has a whole strategy on how to hide all of his huge collection of merchandise in his room, if he ever invites someone in his room in the first place
•Has two different accounts where the first one is a well known [name] hater while the other is a well known [name] stan
•Got your autograph when he got backstage passes to your concert and he has it frames it his room
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