golden-wingseos: a genshin blog filled with stars of the past.
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you may refer to me as constellations! i am mainly a quotev writer, but tumblr is cool too!
my pronouns are she/they, and i am a leo + intp
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Aww.. Its okay! Take your time in what you do! Just know that we support you and yes! Hopefully we will meet again!
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Love your writings!
thank you! i hope to see you again soon as well :DD!
but hello everyone! constellations here, and i'd like to inform u all that i will be moving genshin blogs!
writing hcs and scenarios have always been my favorite, but for some reason, this blog just doesn't bring me joy anymore. i will keep this as an archive for anyone who wants to read it... but i will no longer be posting!
thanks for the journey, ily all. for this new blog, i will not disclose it bc i need some time to just... think! i'll see you all soon, somewhere on the genshin x reader page!
✧ childe, kaeya, xiao, ayaka (separate) x gn!reader
warnings ―
✧ not proofread, ayaka story spoilers
notes ―
✧ hehe contrasting my first ever post :smirk:
To him, loving you is like the cold winters of his homeland.
it's familiar... you're familiar. he's gotten so used to coming home to your smile and hugs, regardless of the blood and sweat that'd litter his clothes.
you leave footprints in the snow and kisses on his cheeks. he follows after you like a duckling, he runs to catch up to you so you can build snowmen together.
love, to him, is you. you are love. you are home and you are comfort.
he wonders... would you be interested in visiting his homeland? obviously, you'd have to be dressed with at least eight layers of snow coats.
but it'd be fun! you could meet his brothers and sisters... his entire family! he's sent them so many letters about you, he can't even count them.
it's nostalgic. you're nostalgic, even if he's only known you for a few months.
whenever he must leave in silence to finish his... fatui duties. he longs for you, just as he longs for his home.
to childe, you are his home. you are where he belongs and you are the snow that is forever eternal from his native land.
because though there are no true winters in liyue, he somehow does not feel his yearning for snezhnaya when he is with you.
Loving you is happiness. It's not having to smile and scheme, it's just holding your hand and resting in a bed next to you.
kaeya is used to betrayal.
or rather, he's used to being the traitor.
with his heart buried beneath the confines of his icy prison, you are the fire that melts through the interior. to him, you are a haven, a paradise that he wishes to never taint.
sometimes, the cavalry captain wonders... when will he betray you too? when will something more important come... when will his past rise up in flames and engulf him with you in the heart of the storm?
but then he looks at you. you in candid situations, you when the sun was yet to rise and all he could stare at was you. he's reminded of the way you'll embrace him regardless of his past and his ancestry.
because to kaeya, loving you is not a game, nor a competition. loving you is relishing in warmth and comfort... a thing he hopes he'll never have to part ways from.
he has no home to take you to, no family to introduce you and be present at a wedding that he hopes will take place soon... so kaeya gives you himself. he gives you everything and anything he can offer, even if it's through a sly smile and seemingly scheming expression.
when kaeya loves, he cannot promise to be completely honest, so that is the least he can give.
Loving you is when the screams of his victims fall silent and the mighty hurricane of his karma disperses. It's holding you with his blood-tainted hands and feeling a warmth that he's never felt before.
xiao never wanted to love.
no—he never deserved to love. who is he, a murderer, to experience such an innocent emotion? such a strong and compelling word, something he could only scoff at before meeting you.
xiao feels guilty. you're so perfect compared to him. you did not accumulate thousands of years worth of karmic debt and did not have vengeful spirits following your wake. you were so... so pure.
xiao is not pure. in fact, pure is a word that should not even leave his lips.
so as he holds your hand or brushes your cheek, he wonders, does he deserve to love? is this emotion—one which involved your eyes staring into his and a warm smile to leave his lips... is this okay? is this okay for him?
but for some reason, the constrictions of his heart fall silent when he's with you. he knows for a fact that those who he have harmed would not wish for his pain to subdue... so why?
why were you so... quiet? no—why was everything so quiet when he was with you?
if it had to be compared, xiao thinks that you are the moon. serene, peaceful, and calm. he wants to hold you in his palms, yet all he can do is watch from afar.
you are peaceful. so peaceful.
so for just this once, he will embrace it.
Loving you is just—being herself.
it's so normal, and yet, it's so rare. to ayaka, the daughter of one of inazuma's biggest clans, she is not allowed to live such a... 'normal' life like others.
she's everything. poised, elegant, kind, compassionate. but it's because of those things that don't allow her to truly embrace friendships, let alone relationships.
but you. you did not shy away from her title or her gentleness. you were... unafraid.
and to ayaka, that notion is strangely uncommon. after meeting you, she swears her one-secluded world starts circling yours.
she wants to break the rules with you. she wants to go out at night and experience the market when nobody is watching. she wants to buy matching accessories and go to festivals with fox masks and dangos in hand.
you are the only one she can be truly honest with, the only one who she can expect to not judge her even during the most absurd of times.
one day, she hopes to officially announce you as her partner. she wants to hold your hand and introduce you to thoma and ayato (even though her brother probably knows you two are dating anyways).
but until then, ayaka can rest easy with the way you two sneak out in the midst of the night, finding refuge in a random glowing cave that once nested tsubaki.
and as long as you are there, to ayaka, that alone is enough.
✧ written before baizhu's release (is he ever going to get released??)
notes ―
✧ e
synopsis ―
✧ for a seasoned adventurer like you, getting injured was a phenomenon all-too common. determined to escape from bubu pharmacy, it seems things didn't go as planned... because you were caught.
“Today, I will escape.” You thought with a determined expression, fists clenched as you peeked out the door of your confinement room.
Baizhu—the head of Bubu Pharmacy—was very used to your visits. So much so, that he had a day in the week reserved for you solely because you had managed to get injured so much.
Was it a skill? Definitely. For a high-caliber adventurer like you, getting injured so often was only a trademark of how cool you were.
Was it an opportunity to get to know the handsome-yet-mysterious owner of the Pharmacy? Yes. Though, you had made no advances.
But now! Now, you’ve had enough! Baizhu had told you to stay put in your room so you could ‘heal’ or whatever— but that’s lame!
Hearing no footsteps and seeing no people, you had concluded: Wow. They’re finally gone. Even Qiqi had remembered enough to not let you worsen your leg injury, so she was definitely off limits.
Taking a single step out into the lobby, you glanced around once more, the sharp smell of herbs stinging your nose and lungs as they seemed to pierce your dull senses.
“I’m free!” You exclaimed, speedwalking (so your leg wouldn’t act up) straight out of the pharmacy. You may not be from Mondstadt— but damn! Bless Barbatos! Let the Wind Lead!
“Is that so?”
You ignored that voice. Nope! You were most definitely free!
Of course, that was until a hand reached out— grabbing the back of your collar and refraining you from taking any more steps out and towards the light.
Holding you firmly like a dog by a collar, you didn’t bother to turn around to see who your captor was. Seriously, even though the man holding you like an animal was supposed to be ‘fragile’ and ‘frail’, there was absolutely nothing frail about him!
“Ah hah… ayeee…” Averting your eyes from his own golden ones, the kind smile on the male’s face indicated that he had already anticipated your sudden patriotic ‘escape’ before you had even thought of it.
Damn intelligent men.
“Is your leg feeling better?” Baizhu settled you lightly on the floor, side-eyeing you just in case you’d decide to make a break for it again.
“Yes, very much so. It’s so much better that I feel like I can go outside and ru—”
“Hm… it seems to still be swelling. Hold on for a moment, I’ll get you some ointment.” Not falling for your obvious lie, Baizhu began sorting through some bottles on the counter behind the reception desk, complicated names and texts scribbled across their lids.
“Here, hold still,” Gesturing for you to sit atop the desk, Baizhu began to roll the hem of your pants up, taking the ointment across his fingertips and smearing it on the swell of your shin.
“Oh, it feels better!” You exclaimed in awe, about to flail your leg around if it weren’t for the warm hand resting on your knee, signaling you to stop whatever dumb move you were about to do.
“Now, you should go back to your room. We wouldn’t want you getting more injured in futile attempts to run off into the sunset.” Smiling innocently, you swore there was a hint of cheekiness in that delicate face of his.
“Eh?” You gasped, stumbling once Baizhu ushered you back into the treatment room, your figure visibly deflating as you tried convincing the pharmacist otherwise.
“Please? Please? Can I just watch you play with your drugs or something? WHY? I don’t want to go back! It’s boring!” Whining like a toddler, Baizhu could merely sigh at your antics before abruptly stopping, pausing you alongside him.
“Okay. Just make sure not to strain yourself, alright?”
“HUH? Baizhu caring about me?! Since when?!”
“. . . I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
[❦]
It seems that fateful interaction was what led you to be sitting in the very corner of Baizhu’s herb room, watching him sort through different kinds of leaves as if they were the most interesting thing in the world.
I think I’ll get intoxicated by just sitting in here, covering your nose in an attempt to shield yourself from the pungent smell of just vegetation and weird materials. It was no surprise that the ever-observant Baizhu noticed your change in posture.
“You don’t have to sit here and watch, go get some rest.” The male turned over to you, hands dusted with all shades of colors thanks to the items he was handling just earlier.
“No, it’s okay. What you’re doing looks interesting.” Overcoming the smell, you quickly stood up, shuffling over to the empty spot beside the pharmacist.
“Would you like to learn about the different kinds of remedial herbs?” He queried nonchalantly. Yet at that moment, you swore Baizhu was one of the prettiest— if not the prettiest thing you have ever seen.
His pale green hair reflected in the light like a mirror, rays of pinks and yellows appearing in his hair as if pixie dust had been sprinkled all over it. Then your eyes trailed down to his neck, which did not host the pearl white snake you had grown so accustomed to.
Strange, yet gorgeous. Baizhu was perhaps a specimen, an enigma in the galaxy that you have yet to figure out. Like Venus, all you could do was admire from afar, hoping that he’d notice you in the sea of millions.
And perhaps in this moment, he did. He gazed at you generously, fondly, even. Like a moonflower untouched by mankind, you quickly averted your eyes from that same generous gaze— worried that your heart may explode at this rate.
Maybe, Baizhu was like the sun. Untouchable and bright, a being you saw every day yet hardly knew much about you. And you— you were the sunflower. Prospering under his care and touch, this brief interaction of silent observation would certainly be one that’d remain timeless.
“... Sure.” Snapping out of your trance, you quickly turned away from him. Your ears felt hot, heart thumping in your chest so fast you were worried your rib cage couldn’t contain the organ anymore.
Feigning obliviousness to your dazed expression, Baizhu began picking up different types of herbs, listing their names so fluently you wondered if it was another language you were yet to learn.
Foreign names like chamomile and feverfew popped up, ginseng and ginger being familiar to your ears because Mr. Zhongli from the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor oftentimes made tea out of such herbs. Perhaps you should thank the amber-eyed man later for being so knowledgeable in teas.
“[Name]?” The pharmacist paused, using this brief moment to look at you, “are you okay? You don’t have to listen, you can even go walk around the harbor if you want.”
The idea was tempting, like a dream turning into a reality. Yet something was pulling you back, like the Earth and the Sun. Maybe, just maybe you were Icarus. Baizhu was so close yet so far, and you only wanted to inch higher and higher, burning those wings made of wax in the process.
No. A more ideal comparison would be of the rainbow bird— or was it? You couldn’t tell. Tempting like a golden apple during a race for love, tantalizing like wafting food in front of a starving man.
But today. Today, you will take your chance.
“It’s alright. I’d rather be here with you anyways,” your voice dipped into a whisper, like a river running dry or a bird’s call being silenced mid-scream.
Was this alright? Was it alright to backpedal on an opportunity you had yearned for for so long?
You swore you caught the faintest of red tipped onto Baizhu’s ears. Yes, he was definitely still the ever-enigmatic sun you had assumed of him originally,
But now— maybe you were just a little bit closer than before, though unlike Icarus— you had already fallen long before the sun could burn your wings.
albedo noticed their puffy eyes in the morning. she said nothing about it, and pretended like they were feeling fine.
“oh, uhm.. i’m fine, i just..watched a sad movie yesterday:)”
albedo frowned. he couldn’t help but hear the slight choke in their voice when they replied. they were still holding back tears.
(im sorry i tried to make this a comfort interaction im not sure if this is okay? thank you though! congratulations on your 2k, your blog is beautiful)
(thank u!! yes, it is okay :D)
He stays quiet. If you didn't want to tell him, then you didn't want to. He couldn't change that, unfortunately.
"I see," he speaks softly before glancing at the clock. He should be heading to his lab right now, for he has no time to waste. Knowledge does not stop and neither should he.
But, he pauses. He stares at you momentarily, azure eyes examining you like a specimen.
"Would you like to go shopping with me today? I had some materials I needed to pick up."
He lied, he had no materials that needed to be picked up. But going up to Dragonspine meant leaving you alone, and as much as Albedo liked his alone time, he did not like you being alone.
Before you could answer with a polite 'No, I don't want to bother', the alchemist has already dragged you off to With Wind Comes Glory.
i think this is a tiktok? but my friend sent me this video and wow...
featuring —
✧ xiao, kazuha, venti, zhongli, ganyu, albedo (separate) x gn!reader
warnings ―
✧ not proofread, spoilers for the mondstadt archon quest
notes ―
✧ cuz look at ur face ur so gorgeous and im so curious at u for making me feel this way but what can i say ur gorgeous
it was just a normal liyue day for the yaksha... you know, fighting demons, coming back to the inn early just so he could see you before leaving to fight aga—wait, what?
ah... um... anyways!
anywho... since the yaksha miraculously finished all of his duties early, he was quick to return to you. expecting his usual dose of almond tofu and affection, it was safe to say that xiao was not expecting you to greet him...
with the term, "snuggluffagus."
what? uh... well, xiao doesn't know much about mortal customs. was this normal?
(what does snuggluffagus even mean?!)
"Welcome home, snuggluffagus," your voice was adoring, yet you could not help but stifle a laugh at Xiao's confused expression.
"Snugga-what-now?" He repeated, hallow from confusion. What kind of mortal nickname was that? He preferred all the other nicknames you had—like 'love' or 'darling'.
(Not that he'd ever admit that, of course.)
"Don't worry about it, shmoop! I have some almond tofu for you, here."
As you were handing the Yaksha his daily dosage of almond tofu, his stare nearly burned your eyes. Clearly trying to formulate a response, it seems that even Adepti could not withstand the power of nicknames.
He munched on the tofu in confusion, sparing glances every now and then to look back at you.
What the heck is a shmoop? was all the immortal could think.
kazuha is the type to shrug it off but get more and more confused as the day goes on
especially if you call him something weird in front of the crew. seriously? did you have to stain his cool and mysterious dignity as a samurai from inazuma like that? come on!
but once he catches onto the fact that it's a joke—hoo wee, you're in for a ride!
"Hey, babycakes." You shuffled nonchalantly next to the samurai, feigning ignorance to the way he glanced at you with confusion.
"Babycakes?" He chuckles slightly, always amused with your antics, "that's new."
"I wanted to try something new, poopsie."
He smiles slightly before grabbing your hand in his. He overlooks that phrase, thinking you're just exercising your jaw muscles or something along those lines...
of course, the moment you call him "babycakes" is the moment kazuha is on alert. something is up, something is boiling from behind the storm—
but what can he do when you gaze at him so fondly like that? even if he can tell you're messing around and up-to-something-not-so-good, he can't help but lower his guard
that is, until you call him 'poopsie' in front of captain beidou of all people
"Poopsie! Want to try the drink I got from Liyue?" You rushed up to the anemo-wielder. Just having bought some souvenirs as the Crux was docked at Liyue Harbor, you were excited to share some with the samurai.
"Poopsie?" You don't notice Beidou's presence until she echoes the nickname you just called Kazuha, "hah. That's what you kids are up to nowadays, hm?"
Kazuha coughs into his fist, sparing you a side-eye as if to question what you were doing.
don't be surprised once he calls you something obnoxious like jujubee tomorrow. you had it in for you.
venti catches on immediately
how, you may ask? well, because usually, it's him doing this to you! hah, karma, you little bard!
just kidding. he'll retaliate with 10x worse nicknames. think you can test him, barbatos? there's no poem he doesn't know! therefore, there's no nickname he also doesn't know! what can he say? he's a genius!
haha... haha... goodluck <3
"Snookums, I got some snacks!"
Venti immediately perks up once he hears your voice. With an unfazed smile at your sudden nickname, the bard merely laughs once you pout with confusion.
"Is that so? Thank you, cutie patootie!"
Sparks flew in the air, but it was not due to electro. No— in fact, this was the start of an invisible war between lovers.
the day carries out with you two calling each other the most horrid nicknames ever... and diluc? he's there. the thirdwheel, as always, but this time, he must deal with two idiots.
"You're so nice, Nemo!"
"Thank you, Yoda!"
"You're as stunning as Barsibato!"
"Is that so? I think you outshine even Barsabababatos, my dearest muggle!"
Fingers tightening around the glass bottle he was holding, Diluc could only grit his teeth with annoyance before mustering a "get out."
"Aww, Master Diluc, don't be like that, babyface!" Venti laughed fearlessly, unaware of the claymore that was being pulled out like a dagger.
It was said that the tavern was especially warm that day 💖.
zhongli would be very, very confused.
he has never heard you use such terms before... not that he's complaining, of course, zhongli loves anything and everything you'd do
... but how was it that 'baboons without fur'... a nickname?
"Baboons without fur, which shirt should I wear?"
Zhongli doesn't even look up, assuming that 'baboons without fur' was someone else. Hu Tao, perhaps?
"Zhongli?"
The man immediately gazes up at you from the book he was reading. "Yes, love?"
"Which shirt should I wear?"
He looks around the office, confused at who you were referring to before. Though, he shrugs it off, choosing you a shirt that suited you best.
he doesn't mull it over too much, carrying on with the book he was reading as if nothing had happened
but randomly, when you're out doing ... uh... you, things... he closes his book with one hand and goes:
"what does a baboon look like without fur?"
he waits for you to come home to question you.
"Welcome home, darling. How was today?" Zhongli is inviting, as he always is, before sitting you down at the dinner table. With a warm cup of tea and your favorite food already prepared, you could only smile cheekily considering the cards you had up your sleeve.
"It was good, cauliflower conqueror. Thank you for asking."
He pauses.
He was most definitely a conqueror—but cauliflower? Wasn't that a vegetable?
"Darling," his tone is firm and direct, sending shivers down your spine yet the smile in your face did not falter. He was warm, subconsciously so, it was to the point where even his 'commanding' voice was not enough to shake you.
"Yes, dove soap?"
"These nicknames are... new... what do they mean?"
"Dove soap is a type of soap."
He sighs before sitting down.
"No, I meant what does a baboon without fur mean?"
"It means a furless baboon, dove soap. What else were you expecting?" You laugh, partially because of Zhongli's confusion and the way you got away with calling him a literal monkey.
"... I mean, what happened to 'love' and 'darling'? Not that I'm irritated over the new nicknames, of cou—"
please stop before he asks xiao to bring him a baboon so he can see what one looks like. this man is too intent on figuring out of those nicknames have some kind of philosophical or deeper meaning
"perhaps... a baboon without fur represents your heart... completely open... yes. naked, your heart is naked to these emotions...?" — zhongli, probably
ganyu would downright ask you if this was some new mortal trend.
the adeptus is completely open to these new nicknames! sure, 'inkless marker' was nowhere near as endearing as 'love' was. but, who's she to complain?
(help her pls)
"Back from home already, inkless marker?"
Ganyu tilts her head, confused before you stumbled up to her with a grin. Engulfing her with your arms, the half-qilin had no time to mull over what you just called her.
"Yes, love. I hope I didn't take too long." A shy smile creeps up on her face.
and so the night progresses. at the dinner table, ganyu can only stop mid-chew once you call her the most absurd things
"honey booboo, are you going to eat the bon choy?"
"honey... booboo...? i haven't heard the mortals at the harbor ever call anyone that before... is this a nickname you came up with yourself, dear?"
you grin, and all ganyu can do is return it. darn, if you didn't skewer her heart like that, maybe she could quench the thirst of curiosity in her mind
"yep! do you like it, honey booboo?"
no. ganyu does not like it. she likes the honey part, sure, but the booboo part? uhh...
"it's... new."
"it is!"
please revert back to the usual 'love' and 'honey' before ganyu loses her mind and asks ningguang if 'honey booboo' is a term of endearment used by close lovers
this man does not even bat an EYE.
he thinks: "oh, [name] is up to [name] things again." before calling you the same nicknames nonchalantly
you called him a dandruff clump? well, he called you a hydro abyss mage. how cute!
"Greek yogurt!" You waved excitedly at Albedo, informing him of your presence at his Dragonspine camp.
You had just barely squeezed in enough time to spend with your lover today—and what do you do, now that he was right in front of you?
Well, call him weird things, of course!
albedo would just slightly smile at you in greeting before resuming his work. only until does he take a break does he realize what you called him
"darling, what is greek yogurt?"
"it's a yogurt."
"is it a good yogurt?"
"eh."
albedo blinks. did that mean you thought of him as an 'eh'? well, perhaps this was some kind of sign or whatever... like when people play hard to get...
"i see. thank you then, anemo slime."
"why anemo?"
"eh."
albedo is a smug little man. do not test him (jk test him all u want bby)
"Oh, [Name]! You're here!" Sucrose nearly dropped her potions at the mere sight of you. Watching Albedo hum in response while you merely held up a peace sign, all was well until the chief alchemist actually decided to speak.
"Whopperflower nectar, can you pass me the crystalflies?"
You and Sucrose exchange glances.
"Whopperflower nectar?" Sucrose repeats with confusion. "Who is that?"
"Oh, you know them as [Name]."
albedo will continue to call you random alchemy things until you tell him it was just a joke. please, spare your dignity.
✧ xiao celebrates your birthday... very, uniquely?
Celebrating the art of ‘mortal commemoration’ was not something Xiao would ever expect to do.
In fact, the Yaksha did not even know his own birthday! His age? Uh… over nine years, that’s for sure.
Yes. Xiao was sure that he was older than the age of nine. Physically? Way past nine. Mentally? Let’s talk about that…
It was because of his immortality that Xiao did not pay much mind to the mortal celebration of coming out of a person’s womb. Though, the Yaksha promised to try… especially if it came to you.
That vow was what prompted the male to be here— in front of Wangshu Inn’s kitchen, with a certain Smiley Yanxiao nearly about to lose his temper if he wasn’t afraid to lose his life (not that Xiao would ever kill a mortal, anyway).
“Excuse me, Vigilant Yaksha?” The sous-chef sweatdropped, watching Xiao wield a kitchen knife like a sword, “are you here for almond tofu?”
The Adeptus’ eyes widened at the thought of the delicacy before quickly repelling such thoughts. No, that was selfish— Xiao was here for you, as many things he did was for.
And though cooking was a time-consuming and strenuous task, as long as you’d be on the receiving end, the Yaksha would swear to follow through with it all… even if it meant learning how to actually cut with a cooking knife.
“No,” Xiao spoke quickly, afraid that his expression would be a dead giveaway that he indeed could use some almond tofu right now.
“Uh… can I ask why you’re here?” Smiley Yanxiao deadpanned, restraining himself from snatching the Yaksha’s knife to reprimand his improper posture.
“I need to make a birthday cake,” The Yaksha was confident with his statement. He needed to make a birthday cake for you, of course.
“Ah, do you need help?” Praying internally, the sous-chef really hoped that Xiao would say yes— just so he could take that knife away.
Merely narrowing his eyes, the Adeptus clicked his tongue before looking away. On one hand, he wanted this gift to be entirely authentic and from him, on the other, Xiao would probably end up making poison instead of a cake.
“With the recipe only.” Xiao mumbled under his breath. Surely if he had the recipe, things would be easier? Well, uh, cooking would be… right?
彡
… Wrong.
Xiao was horribly, offensively, terribly, wrong.
His birthday cake ended up as a deathday cake. Also, it burnt in the oven— yet it was soggy. How, you ask? Well, the Yaksha performed the most pristine Adeptus technique known as ‘pouring water on a burning item’.
And just as the male was about to redo the cake (much to Smiley Yanxiao’s dismay), you walked in.
If this were any other occasion, Xiao’s eyes would light up like morning dew under the morning Liyue sun—
— But he did not want you to see him like this. Not with cake batter stained on his cheek and furrowed eyebrows as he glared down at the cake that was horrendously made.
“Xiao? Are you okay?” Your mouth hung slightly agape, suppressing the bubbling chuckle that aroused in your stomach, the sight of Xiao with flour fluffing his hair was truly one to behold.
“Yes,” He responded blankly, patting his clothes down as if it’d magically get rid of all of the mess.
You inch toward him, but he takes one step back. With each step that you approach him with, he returns by stepping farther and farther away until his waist touches the cabinets.
“What are you making?” You leaned forward, a teasing grin on your face before swiping at some icing that sat in a bowl.
“Oh, it tastes good,” you mused, slightly impressed that the Yaksha could cook (not that you’d ever tell him that).
“Tsk.” He clicks his tongue, gently shoving you away before quickly hiding the failure of a cake from your sight.
“Hey! It’s okay, it’s just a happy little accident!” You exclaimed, trying to grab the creation from the Adeptus’ hands, but he didn’t budge.
“No, go away.”
Translation: Come back when I’m done.
You grin at him before leaning forward, pressing a light kiss on his batter-stained cheeks.
“Sure! I’ll be back, have fun!”
Xiao deadpans.
‘Is making a cake a good idea?’ He second-guesses, partially knowing the answer.
* me ranting to verr goldet about my unrequited(?actually not but i dont know yet) crush on xiao
“come on verr, how did you even get together with your husband anyways? i mean i managed to become friends(?) with him i guess but i cant help but always feel like i make him tired from all my constant talking maybe he doesnt even want me here? i never know because he doesn’t talk much and i..talk his ear off..” the more i talked and explained my relationship with xiao, the more i realized how only i seem to excited to see him every day
(not realizing xiao who accidentally listened in while passing by)
You don't notice his presence—as expected. But Xiao stiffens up, standing still as if you'd destroy him if you saw him.
Was he hearing right? You, making him, tired?
Guilt swamped his stomach once he realizes how unenthusiastic he seemed to you. Who would act like that? Wow, what a douche! Oh, wait, that's him.
Just as you were about to walk out and spot him, he disappeared without a trace.
He'll talk to Mr. Zhongli about this, perhaps he knows how to become more talkative.
(Continuation of Xiao X demon reader, if that's fine)
Xiao, my almond, please please believe me that I never meant to betray you!
It-it began as just me trying to survive, but ever since you looked at me with that loving look in your eyes it became so much more that that!
You make me feel like more than a demon! I've starved myself of human hearts so that I wouldn't be betraying your trust, I've betrayed so many of my kind to try and make your jobs safer, please Xiao! Please believe that I love you!
He still glares at you with that same look of betrayal as before. You're lying, you have to be. You're a demon, something that he was supposed to eradicate from all of Liyue. He would never trust you or anyone ever again, not after this.
But the look in your eyes betrays his mind. His heart beats quicker, quicker than it already was. He questions again, are you lying?
You step closer to him, yet he takes one step back. It'd take time to regain his trust, and you'd be under strict surveillance from him until he can finally conclude that you were indeed telling the truth.
His mask does not leave his face, as the polearm does not materialize into thin air as you had hoped—
But Xiao stays.
He stays to glance at you one more time before clicking his tongue, making sure to point the tip of his spear in your direction.
"If I find out you are lying..." He struggles to keep his tone harsh—his heart betrays him again.
"... You will suffer no less than the 'kind you have betrayed', do you understand that contract?"
Idk what timezone you are in so by the time i send this the event may be closed zzzzz
"Wow Miss Alice sounds like a beautiful woman. You wouldn't mind if I dated her, right Albedo?" they teased, shooting their partner with a mischievous wink. (Romantic)
Albedo stiffens slightly before looking over at you, an unamused yet somehow amused expression painting his face.
"Don't be a homewrecker now, [Name]. You can't just go around dating my entire family tree."
He smirks slightly when your jaw drops, returning your mischievous glint.
An inconspicuous bottle slides across the table to the calvary captain, the blue liquid sloshing about within the glass container. Your eyes glimmer.
"It'd be such a shame if Diluc's hair changed color, wouldn't you agree? Especially if it turned--" You gasp, your eyes darting about for a moment before you lean closer, as if telling him a dreadful secret. "--blue."
Blue. Like Kaeya's hair. Your grin is nothing short of mischievous at this point, mirth curling at the corners of your mouth.
"You wouldn't happen to know anyone who would possibly do that to poor him, now, would you?"
Kaeya grins in response, wrapping his fingers around the bottle as if the two of you were exchanging a top-secret vial of Barbatos breath.
"No, I would not! Who would ever do such a thing to the Master Diluc?" He lowers his voice, leaning forward slightly so you could hear the change.
It is said that Diluc got the top barbers from Teyvat to fix the mess called his 'blueberry hair'.
Sitting drunkenly on a surprisingly flustered Venti's lap
Venti...why do you haf ta be so pefect?!
Batos-beabas-babushka-barsibisto-*hic*- the anemo guy might be an arc-archo-*hic*- might be an important thingy, but your wayyy more divine than him...
Venti laughs, masking the growing blush on his face with his hands.
Better than Barsibisto, huh? Well, Venti wasn't one to get offended at insults directed towards his alter-egos. He was 100% better than big man Barbatos, anyways!
"Is that so?" He shuffles anxiously, slightly nervous, yet he was growing more confident after your drunken compliment.
"If you wanted to confess so badly, at least do it while sober!"
"W-What?!" Aether yells, rushing after you clumsily. What kind of plan was this!? Ah, no matter...
He is tempted to spare a glance back at the ten ruin hunters, but instead, you pull him forward. Somehow balancing a bunch of treasure in your hands and his own callused fingertips, Aether could only smile unevenly at your spontaneous-ness.
You hear footsteps coming around the corner of the building from the bench where you are sitting.
You subdued your sob so the person walking by won’t get curious and see you in your embarrassing state. If social anxiety was what forced you to leave the party and cry alone in the first place, how could you expect for people to help you calm down? You burry your face in your hands, completely failing to notice the approaching shadow of someone…
“Y/N?”
You hear a slight, uncommon hesitation in Kaeya’s voice.
The Cavalry Captain quickly crouches in front of you, hands hovering before him as he was unsure what to do.
You don't bother glancing up at him, but he doesn't need you to. Kaeya is observant and quick, easily noticing your missing spot from the social gathering.
And for once, he's quiet. No teasing quips or remarks can be heard from his usual sly mouth, instead, he wraps his arms around your torso, pulling you in close as you fell into the ocean of his fluffy scarf.
Drawing circles into your back, the sound of the party drowns in his heartbeat. You hear him, quietly. He's quiet and tender, holding you like a porcelain vase he would not dare to drop.
"I'm here for you, it's okay," he whispers, continuing to rub circles into your back.
You were drowning, drowning in him. But for once, you'd let the water fill your lungs.
