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hi everyone! it’s riri. i’ve been a little burnt out from genshin recently and just wanted to let y’all know that i’ll be taking a break because my schedule is also gonna get a little busy for 2-4 months </3 i’ll still try to write when i can tho
i know i dont really write so much, especially on here, and im so sorry for that, but i think i just need a break without thinking of anything extra atm!! when i finish with reqs on this blog (and my personal blog) ill open requests back up i swear im just. a bit busy and overwhelmed. sorry for not saying this before dipping on yall
(also if anyone’s into tokyorev and wants to see more of my writing despite my limited writing on this blog you can head over to @ririsann where i write more tokyorev)
hi everyone!! constellations here :DD im officially announcing that i will no longer be writing for this blog!
riri and i started this as a little fun expedition for writing genshin!! and it was so fun, i loved every moment of it. 1k followers was such a milestone and i was so happy to have experienced it w all of u!
but i trust riri to run this blog and i honestly haven't been the best with producing content, so i apologize. thanks so much for the fun times and the feedback on posts, i love all of u so so much and yeah! see you!
(nemeseos-noctua will no longer be a joint blog unless riri invites another admin. constellations will be removed from the description and 'about us' post soon. thank u!!)
Kazuha with an adeptus reader from Liyue,, like reader appears when the crux was stuck in the middle of a storm or something and helps them out 🙇♀️ sorry I'm bad at coming up with scenarios tysm
𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: kazuha x gn!reader
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: storms??, mentions of death
𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: my final post on this blog!! thanks for the journey :D
“A storm is coming,” Kazuha whispers. The moon has long disappeared, replaced by the grim clouds and a dangerous scent on the wind.
“Shall we lower the sails?” Beidou comes up behind the male, hands on her waist as dark brown locks are flowing with the wind.
“Perhaps…” The samurai pauses, letting go of a stray leaf that had managed to work its way into his clothes. “But we must be careful, this is a particularly strong typhoon.”
Beidou’s eyes widened at the look on the Inazuman’s face.
“If one mistake were to be made, it could cost us a hefty price of our lives.”
He jumped off the ledge that he was sitting on, beginning to assist the crew in lowering the sails. In the far horizon, a bright flash of white erupted, followed by a crackle of thunder.
The once dormant ocean arose. Like Osial had somehow resurfaced, waves crashed onto the wooden boards of the Alcor, the upcoming hints of a current already rushing the ship deeper into the eye of the storm.
Today will be a loud day, Kazuha thinks without any worry. He trusts the Crux and Captain Beidou, he was sure that even though this storm was dangerous, it would be nothing for the ship.
Liyue Harbor was close. Only a couple hundred meters until land would be there, so it was safe. It’s going to be safe.
Rain pattered onto the floorboards. It seeped through to the lower decks, wetting the sails and the top part of the ship. Before, the wandering samurai would worry about whether he’d get a roof over his head in time— but now, he could merely go to his cabin and call it a night.
So he did. He crept down the stairs and opened the door to his humble room. It had some calligraphy from Inazuma and trinkets from foreign lands. Soon, Kazuha would add more to his collection. He wondered whether a Rex Lapis sculptor would be fitting, or a geo symbol…?
Thunder boomed again, shaking the ship.
Thunderstorms were especially harsh to Kazuha’s sensitive ears. He could feel and see all of nature, and the residing impact of thunder was tough.
However, another sound accompanied the rush of the storm and the crackles of the sky.
Leaks. It was leaking. The Alcor must have been damaged somehow in the lower deck—, there was an unwelcome sound of water trespassing.
Immediately, Kazuha darted up and left his room. He followed the smell of the sea and the sound of the artificial waterfall.
Water. It trickled through the walls and the floor. Already, Kazuha was standing in a puddle of seawater.
“Captain Beidou.” Somehow, the samurai retains his calmness. “There’s been a leak in the lower decks.”
The Crux piles down to the cabin area. There, they are met with the sight of rising water and wet shoes. A storm is coming. Kazuha said just moments ago, and here, it seemed that there was much more than just a storm.
“Barricade it! Don’t let any more water in!” Beidou yells, commanding orders as people are fast to work. Children are stuck in limbo on the stairs, wondering what to do. Stay in a rising lake or succumb to the rain above? The world is always in limbo, humans are always stuck between right or wrong.
It’s not enough. The samurai tries helping the fleet place some wooden planks onto the widening holes of the wall boards. Will this be the end?
He rushes up to the top, uncaring of the rain that was staining his hair and clothes. Out afar, there are the faintest glints of light. Liyue Harbor. His breath hitches, he wonders if the remains of the ship will wash up to shore there.
He wonders what those three kids that are always waiting for Captain Beidou will think. They have always looked up and wanted to be pirates as well— but was it a good example of a dream involving death?
And then his mind flourishes back to Inazuma, the land he left. He wonders if the masterless vision he carries will be lost forever. He wonders if the Raiden Shogun’s adamancy on eternity will one day be lifted— which he knows is more unlikely than him surviving this mess.
He wonders because this is death. This is limbo, this is the moment where he stands in front of the doorway. Will there be a miraculous save today? Will he somehow come out unscathed like he has always been?
The light grows closer and closer. Is Liyue Harbor coming closer?
He looks down, watching the fleet leave the steps and up to the top, where he was standing.
“What’s going on?” He blinks, shutting his daydreams and imaginations about the nearing harbor.
“The water! It’s flooding! We might not be able to make it!” A member of the fleet yells, and for a split second, vermilion eyes widen.
Yes, this is death. This is limbo in between land and the sea, life and death. This is the moment his vision also becomes masterless.
Something flashes, but this time, it is not lightning.
Kazuha winces at the sudden brightness. It was dark and gloomy before, so what’s going on? Has he already died? Is this Celestia?
And then, someone appears. They seem to have vibrant eyes and Liyue-originated clothes— yet surprisingly, they were floating. Floating on nothing, on the water and the crashing waves.
They were silent, but their scent carried over to the samurai’s keen senses. Immortality, he realizes. Liyue.
They had the aura of the stars, and Kazuha wonders if they are perhaps a deity.
“An Adeptus…” Beidou breathed, unafraid once the strange person stood upon the deck. They were dry even in the rain, bright even under the shaded moon.
“[Name]. Remember it,” they say before turning around. Flicking their wrist, the ship stops moving. Suddenly, the waves fell silent and the clouds lightened up.
“Hold on tight.” The person ushers the children down to the stairs, and Kazuha grips the wooden boards that served as railing.
The ship suddenly starts moving at an inhuman pace. It speeds closer and closer to the Liyue Harbor that the samurai was just pondering about.
The docks came closer, and his grip grew tighter on the railing. Will this boat crash onto Liyue?
Just before the tip of the ship could collide with the wooden docks, it stops. To Kazuha, he thinks time has stopped as well.
“I am assuming you were trying to go here?” The Adeptus— [Name], walks forward. Jumping casually off the ship’s head, the immortal landed flawlessly on the land.
“Yes… thank you…” A pirate prays thankfully, chanting ‘[Name], [Name], [Name]’ over and over again.
Unintentionally, Kazuha reaches forward. He stops before the immortal, dipping his head out of respect.
And then they disappeared.
Somehow, the samurai still manages to smile.
He questions if there are sculptors of you at the Liyue markets. If so, he’d be sure to take one as a souvenir— an ageless reminder of his savior that day.
[Name].
Will fate allow you to meet with him again?
- constellations! ✨
this will be the last time u'll see a cute little '- constellations!' at the end of a post... sheeeesh... time flies by
zhongli is definitely a talker, as well as a listener. he will appreciate someone who can listen to him as well as hold a conversation every once in a while.
zhongli also appreciates quality time. as an immortal who honestly has experienced more fleeting experiences than lasting ones... he wants to enjoy this life with you as much as he can.
he doesn't mind if you space out during his long rants. in fact, he finds it quite amusing. zhongli isn't a particularly short-tempered guy, so he merely strokes your cheek before asking you how your day went.
as a former archon, zhongli is just beginning to experience a pure and true romance. he has never held anyone's hand while walking down the streets of liyue harbor, nor cooked them food for when they come home... so because of this, zhongli will ask you what couples do to mimic them (while also letting you spill your hopeless romantic fantasies).
he's wise. science? no problem. zhongli also has a love for teaching, so watching you study to raise the future generation warms his heart.
once in a relationship with you, zhongli will give it his all. he will never, ever forget an important date. he always puts you first, dropping (mostly) everything to attend to your needs.
zhongli is open-minded (hence why he likes hearing people go against him as an archon), and he will support you no matter what. of course, if you do something that he deems as worrisome, he will lecture you about it.
zhongli is also very firm with his decisions. if you don't know what to order tonight, then do not fret! he already has a list of foods he knows you like, so he'll ask you which one is in your preference today.
i feel like zhongli wouldn't mind about your protective wall? considering the fact he deals with xiao of all people, he is unfazed by your hesitance to love him.
the ex-archon is patient, so if you do not want to love him right now, that is okay. he will wait. after all, he has all the time in the world.
HEADCANONS!
zhongli likes holding his hands up to yours before lacing your fingers. he stares wondrously at the size difference, partially amused and adoring as he questions whether all mortals are as small as you.
long walks around liyue harbor at night? yes, please! if you're not tired, zhongli won't mind taking you on a stroll during the night markets. (childe gets billed a hefty amount during these days.)
whenever you have those bursts of talkative-ness, zhongli watches you with a hand holding his cheek. he smiles fondly while admiring you, happy to see you so passionate.
the two of you have harmless debates over the actions of past gods, sometimes, you find yourself talking for hours at a time.
zhongli is protective of you, most definitely. he has protected his lands for centuries, it's no wonder that he'd protect you, his love, too.
the moment childe does something sketchy, zhongli avoids the topic, shielding you with his words. the male is aware of the ginger's coyness, and he will not let you get wrapped up in fatui business.
he holds you tight whenever you cry, regardless of what kind of tears you're shedding. happy? c'mere! he wants to hold you with a smile on his face! congratulations! sad? come sit on his lap, he'll let you vent everything, even letting you stain his coat with tears.
you do not care much for mora... and zhongli doesn't either. have you seen this guy's money management?! sheesh! he needs help!
zhongli would gift you subtle things like glaze lilies or qingxins. perhaps even a windwheel aster (not a cecilia. screw you, venti!) if he's feeling particularly free that day.
cuddles? cuddles. big or small spoon, you choose whatever! zhongli is especially fond of you laying on his chest while he wraps his arms around you, though. don't worry about crushing him, he's bulky.
"ah... young love! how adorable!" the bystanders say, unaware of zhongli's true age.
ah, also, don't let him handle mora, okay? debt is not good. you don't want childe knocking on your door!
ok so for the um matchup I uh I tend to be noisy? I talk alot and I like annoying people. But I’m good at keeping secrets and my friends or anyone can just message me and vent to me, and I won’t really mind! I have mood swings.. like most of the time even though it isn’t that time of the month which I’m really worried for my friends because on time I’ll be laughing with them and next I’m all quiet and not in the mood.. anyways lmao
I like writing and reading books in my freetime, I’m often found infront of a laptop minding my own business with music blasting. I really like eating sweet things too :o
My ideal type would be hm, someone taller than me ahaha, someone who smells nice pls 😭 I really like hugging people so..
I’m not sure for what you mean but who I actually need but I guess I’m doing it right? It’s someone who can tolerate my non stop talking and my mood swings, who wouldn’t get irritated at me because of it. Someone who can also keep secrets too and someone who I can vent out too !
I’m a taurus :p
I’m bisexual and my pronouns are she/they though I don’t mind other pronouns!
I like cats.
I’ll send the scenario on a different ask! ☺️
I MATCH YOU UP WITH... ALBEDO!
WHY?
the both of you have similar hobbies! albedo likes sweet things, and could probably share some candies with you. in addition to that, he is the type to be good at reading and writing solely because he's an alchemist.
now, i don't know if he's taller than you... but! he smells nice, definitely. if he wasn't tampering with some weird specimens earlier, he usually smells like cecilia flowers.
albedo is very patient and understanding, he's an older brother figure to klee, after all. but, i feel like he'd really appreciate someone who can vent and talk a lot. albedo usually works in silence and is alone, so having someone there can really change his usual days.
(he's also totally unfazed about your moodswings, don't worry about it)
albedo also probably likes cats. thanks, i'm making that an hc. do you disagree with me? yeah? well too bad i'm the writer. /j
HEADCANONS!
albedo definitely pats your head as an apology whenever he can't hug you properly. as an alchemist, it isn't uncommon for him to dabble in some... unsafe... materials.
also, sketching dates!??! where you're just reading and doing your thing while albedo (tries to) discreetly sketch you? he's filled literal sketchbooks with just you!
while albedo works up in dragonspine, you two just sit in a comfortable silence. you read while he works, and honestly, there's nothing more comforting.
also, you lighten up the mood! albedo is so used to being a workaholic and getting 0 sleep in dragonspine, but with you, you brought marshmallows and sticks to roast at the campfire! nothing has ever smelt more delicious before!
albedo definitely rests his chin on your shoulder when standing behind you. he just likes to look over and read what you're reading.
this man is smug and cheeky. sometimes, he'll pretend to accidentally spill out your secrets, only for you to realize he was talking about something else. don't worry, albedo would never let your secrets be revealed to anyone but himself!
when sleeping, he usually lets you keep the blanket while he shivers. he knows how dragonspine is tough, so he wants only the best for you :((
sick albedo is so cute though. he pouts and tells you he's perfectly okay while sneezing. adorable little man.
BRAID. HIS. HAIR!!! when he wakes up and has a morning voice while his blonde locks are all over the place... sheesh! this is love!
albedo also brews you some tea. is it good tea? uh...
does it warm you up? yep!
i'd imagine the two of you going on stargazing dates often. just holding his hand in yours, pointing at each constellation.
albedo gives you side-eyes during these times. the way he looks at you so longingly is evident on his features, and he wonders if he can keep this moment forever.
love. this is love, albedo thinks. he's thankful you're the one that let him experience this feeling.
Heyyy, uhh, sorry if I'm annoying you, but I wanted to ask if u could maybe make hcs of some genshin boys comforting you after someone made fun of u because of ur skin color (it sounds weird, ik, but I would like to show it to my friend then cuz ppl keep making fun of her skin color and she feels really insecure about her skin so, if u make this, she'll probably feel better :) ) and again, sorry if I'm annoying.
𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: childe, zhongli, kazuha (separate) x gn!reader
𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: i don't know what genshin characters you wanted, but i'll just add some of the comfort characters!
honestly? he'd be seething.
how dare someone insult you because of the color of your skin? even though he wasn't the best person, that was absolutely detestable.
childe does not tolerate any sort of disrespect to those he loves. and you? you are no exception.
"Excuse me—?!" Childe stepped forward almost instantly once an insult sprouted from that person's lips. His fingers tightened, preparing to materialize his hydro swords, that piece of filth was lucky you were there to hold the Harbinger back.
"Childe, don't." You stared down at the ground, glaring at it as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. You had no time for a fight, and neither did you have the confidence to defend yourself.
This is uncomfortable. Rubbing your palms up and down your arms, the ginger was quick to notice your habits of insecurities. Guiding you away into the swarming crowd of Liyue Harbor, deep blue eyes spared one last look at the person who insulted you, imprinting their appearance into his irises.
"Darling, don't listen to them," Childe spoke up almost instantly. Never, he thinks, never ever let anyone tell you anything like that.
You don't respond. How could you not? Mirrors were windows to your fears, people were judging, and you, you were nothing. Nothing in this grand, grand world.
It's not your fault. Your mind argues, and yet, you could not bring yourself to agree. Perhaps if you had been the standard, or been prettier, or anything else that wasn't... you.
Maybe you'd be better then.
And Childe—your beloved partner, could only watch in horror as you spiraled down despair. This is not okay, he knows, and yet, he is afraid.
He's afraid because he does not know what to say. To him, you are the most beautiful thing in the world—a flower that blooms in winter, a firefly amongst the darkness.
Regardless of his own fears, Ajax takes your hand in his. He laces his gloved fingers together with yours, the calluses of his palms being masked behind fabric.
And he squeezes lightly. He squeezes your hand once, twice, thrice. He squeezes with each syllable that "I love you" has, he holds you gently yet firmly, as if you were about to slip into the currents of your raging mind.
Rounding a corner, Childe brings you into a secluded alleyway. It's cold, too cold.
But then it was warm. It was warm because the familiar scent of Childe's (sometimes too strong) cologne filled your senses.
Soon after, a breath tickled the shell of your ear.
"Love."
Childe's voice was unusually tender for a battle-worn man. To others, he was a villainous Harbinger who brought nothing but despair and debt, an omen of doom, if you will.
He holds you tighter to his torso, his back leaned against a wall as he supports you with his own strength.
"You're beautiful, I promise."
It's curt and concise. Childe was usually one to spew blunt words, like 'die!' or 'this is going to hurt!' to his enemies, but with you, it seemed as though he could be a bard.
He knows such words will not be enough to convince you, but he hopes it will be of little help—just for now.
And as you bury your head into his scent, the Harbinger's eyes glint dangerously under the minimal light.
He wonders if that person will still be talking after some hits.
from here on out, childe compliments you to no end.
you thought it was bad before? well, now the ginger is fluent in 50 different ways to say you're beautiful. every morning, he wakes you up with a, "mornin', beautiful!" and leaves with a "see you, darling!". you will never EVER catch a break.
also, what happened to the person who insulted you?
...
hm.
unlike childe (who charged headfirst into battle), zhongli would rather shield you from such words
as a former archon, zhongli is a protector. he protected the land he loves, and therefore, he will protect you, the person he loves.
he's furious, no doubt about it. but to him, you come first. before anything, before everything. he has long given up his title as the god of contracts, but when it comes to you, he swears on his name and his life.
so he grips your wrist, giving that good-for-nothing scum a forced smile and polite goodbye before walking off, your hand in his.
zhongli can tolerate disrespect, in fact, he finds it amusing if it is directed towards himself. but the look on your face as you seemed to crawl under your appearance was enough of an indicator that you, the light of his life, was not okay.
zhongli hates it. he hates that look of hurt on your face and he hates the way he's powerless in situations like these. if it were possible, he'd cradle you in his arms like a wingless bird and tell you it's alright, it's okay, you're going to be fine.
but he can't. he knows you won't listen, and he knows those hateful comments won't stop.
"[name]," zhongli speaks quietly, his voice rumbling like the sea lapping against the shore. he closes the door of your shared abode behind him. here, there is just the two of you, a safe haven for all those who need it.
"please, please don't listen to them. they don't know what they're talking about."
his voice wavers, and he pulls you close. he trembles, yet no tears are shed.
he's angry, but sad. he's frustrated, but calm. he's everything and nothing, powerless yet powerful.
this feeling is complicated, and in his many years of life, he has never felt like this. such seething rage, like a tsunami building up. it's a domino effect, he thinks. whatever happens to you happens to him.
he cradles you, but not like a wingless bird. he cradles you like an injured warrior, a war hero, even.
"i am sorry i could not do anything to help you..." he whispers once he thinks you're asleep.
zhongli hums mindless tunes and tells you plenty of stories. comfort does not have to come with retaliation, and neither does it need fluffy heartfelt words.
comfort, to zhongli, is being there. so when you wake up with those puffy eyes, he will be waiting for you with a cold washcloth and herbal tea.
zhongli is there. he is unmovable, like stone. he is there for you, and will always be.
kazuha has never been one for violence of any kind
to him, wielding a blade is meant strictly for saving, not slaying. he is gentle like a lake, yet deadly like a river. one misstep and there will be no going back, especially during the rain
he prefers taking your mind off of the negative. the scent of the wind and the beats of your heart is especially somber, he notices. and so, though he was not there personally to witness insults being thrown, he is aware of the damage.
to him, you are like a paradise. a serene forest, where the deeper you go, the louder your heartbeat is.
today, though, there were no crickets chirping. no birds flying and no deers prancing. today, everything was silent.
kazuha appreciated silence, but not from you.
he treads carefully, worried you'll break at any moment. just for today, you are a delicate butterfly. he will hoist you up to fly, even if it is only for a few fleeting moments.
"Can't sleep?" Kazuha looks over at you kindly. One of his legs were sitting up while the other laid flat down. Leaning on the edge of the ship with just his hands to support him, you questioned the samurai's boldness.
"No," you mumbled. Even now, with the mask of the moon, you could not bear to look at the male. You felt like a stranger in your own skin, a hollow shell of your body.
"Come, sit next to me." He pats the empty space by his side. "I just came up with a new verse for a haiku. Would you like to hear it?"
You nod, and he smiles in return.
"You are filled with doubt," Kazuha says, looking up at the moon. You notice his ash-blonde hair is pearl white under the night, but that is not all that captures your attention.
"Of the magic inside you."
His gloved hand reaches for your shoulder, pulling you closer to him so your arms touch.
"But it's all I see."
This time, his voice dips into a whisper, a sound as light and fair as the wind.
He noticed your drooping eyes, and it is then he realizes that your cheeks are tear-stained.
"Goodnight, my love. Sweet dreams."
A butterfly lands on your forehead. You realize it's strangely soft for a fluttering insect.
he holds you close, afraid you'll succumb to the darkest depths of your mind
tracing mindless words into your skin, he peppers delicate kisses all across your face. he wonders if you'll feel better if he tells you how gorgeous you are to your face, or if you'd prefer subtle hints
the wind was especially harsh that day. don't be surprised if that person who insulted you is afraid to see your face, kazuha interfered just a little bit
seeing as requests are open can i please request Albedo who was dating his s/o as an experiment but ended up falling in love with them and the s/o finds out?
𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: albedo x gn!reader
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: you (reader) have a hydro vision! <3
𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: originally had a long note so heres a tl;dr - ily anon ty for the albedo, delayed bc of school/grades + tumblr deleted my completed drafts TWICE, slightly changed the prompt bc i cant read <3 (also consider: burnout and executive dysfuction)
chalk doesnt have feelings i hope everyone knows that
and love is subjective
so one day Albedo kinda just overheard someone in Mondstadt talking about someone (Donna)
“hmm... what is love” - Albedo, XXXX
dude made a whole hypothesis too like damn bro !
his test subject was you because you happened to work with him the most
convenience !
“Albedo... do you think we can make organisms with water?”
“What makes you think that?” he questions. You usually didn’t ask questions, especially not out loud and to him.
You were reserved and didn’t really deal well with people in general, therefore now making you a people pleaser. “Always be the best,” you were told, “always stay #1.”
“Oh, uh, nothing in particular... It’s just that we could make life out of anything theoretically, right? So would water be different? Is the water from my hydro vision the same as regular water we would see out in the rivers?”
“Yes, you do make a good point. Why don’t we make that our experiment after we begin the one that I plan to start?”
“The one you plan to start? You’ve already thought of another? Sir, we just got back into Mondstadt after almost blowing up a part of Dragonspine.”
He looked hesitant to admit what he wanted to say. Would it come across as too straightforward? “Love” seemed to be this sort of... sensitive topic to a few.
“Well, I had overheard someone mumbling to themselves about love and decided that there was no harm in trying it.” Immediately, you felt your face start to burn, quickly spreading to the tips of your ears and neck.
“W-Wait a second... Are you sure this is an experiment?!? Love takes time!”
“Yes, well... we could just use the title of ‘dating’ for now and see what happens.”
“I, well, um... I guess you’re right. But I still don’t think you should ask random people that question if you ever do so again...” Especially since you’re so good-looking... you thought to yourself. You sigh and throw your ponderings away. This wasn’t the time for that!
“This happens to be my only experiment for my selfish question, so I do not intend to do so to anyone else.” He looks away from you for the first time since you arrived back at the Knights’ HQ.
he thought that it was a super dumb question and never wants to ask it again
but seeing you flustered??? was so cute????
whatever. he is Albedo, Chief Alchemist of the Knights of Favonius.
hes a genius, not depressed. (iykyk)
“I’ll ask Acting Grand Master Jean to let us go to Liyue Harbour. A change in scenery would be nice, as well it being surrounded by copious amounts of water, perfect for our new experiment. Isn’t that right, Love?”
“LOVE”... HOLY BARBATOS. HELLO?? THAT’S SO CUTE.....
No. No, no. He is way too good at this. HE’S SUCH A SMOOTH TALKER.
You could feel your face warm up again, right after you had cooled down.
“Uh, well, yes-- actually, no, I mean...” you stammered as your brain started to process the words more and more. He chuckled. This was gonna be a long experiment, won’t it.
A few months pass and the bond between the two of you became stronger and stronger until you really couldn’t tell if it was still actually an experimental dating simulator or what.
“Dear, is there something wrong?”
“Oh, ah, it’s nothing, really.” Lies.
He gives you a skeptical look. He definitely knows that something is wrong, just not what.
i mean were you guys even in love or anything??
you couldnt tell at all and albedo shows very little signs of anything
plus he made for a good liar.
MAN HE WASNT EVEN HUMAN
“Okay... please know that you can always come to me whenever you need to.” He walks away to work on a different lab, the one that you came up with. Surprisingly, the two of you working on it together didn’t speed up the process.
You take a deep breath and let it all out. How would you even go forward with this?
Minutes become hours and hours become days. Pushing the problem to the side was not how you should be handling this...
“Albedo, can we talk?” You popped into your significant other’s office after knocking. He looks up, nodding his head.
“Dear, is there something wrong?” Again, those exact words. You stumble over your mental script. What should you say first???
“So you know how you said that we could pretend date and stuff a few months back...? I was just, um, wondering if you actually loved me...” you trailed, not really knowing how to explain your thoughts. “You seem really lovey-dovey and stuff which is great and cool but is it all satire or--”
“Should we go see the Deaconess? You don’t seem yourself, Darling.” You were taken aback by his interjection.
“What makes you say that?”
“The real and true (Y/N) that I love would never doubt my feelings, would they?”
“Well-- it’s just that-- I didn’t--”
“Why don’t we get you checked out? Maybe that can prove my love for you, Love.” The very apparent concern for your wellbeing shown on Albedo’s face was comforting.
Deadass I would double check my asks and then I think "oh, no mistakes perfect" then when the person answers my ask I just think "how tf did i make 5 grammar mistakes in one line"
why is it so hard to spell when ur on anon? like yea im a writer but all of a sudden when the person answers the ask u finally realize how much grammarly did not help u w ur ask????
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: probs a lil rushed im sorry!!, modern college au
𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: oneshot for @dourpeep !! congrats! i havent been feeling the best lately so if u want me to rewrite this i 100% can!
They say slow and steady wins the race.
Actually, no. Xiao was not a literature major, in fact, he had no major. With those beautiful letters that spelled out ‘Undecided’, it was safe to say that the male was not adverse in the art of writing.
In fact, it was quite amazing how he even got into a college without a major. Xiao had to partially thank Mr. Zhongli for that, for the counselor’s recommendation was what catapulted him here.
Here, to be standing in front of you— [Surname] [Name].
He didn’t know you that well, only just meeting you once the professor had assigned for the two of you to work together. Apparently, you were a STEM major, something that Xiao actually had interest in even before meeting you.
Of course, he was not expecting you to like working with him. In fact, most people that knew the golden-eyed male were scared of him— which was partly thanks to his intimidating aura that he unconsciously spewed.
Yet that all went out the window once you said hi to him with the biggest smile ever, unfazed by the cold gaze from his eyes and the way he dismissed your presence.
‘Weird’, was all Xiao could think, oblivious to how that’d change in the near future.
—
The majorless-student never expected to grow fond of you.
No— he never expected to grow fond of anyone. Too used to people coming and leaving like a tsunami’s last breath, Xiao had gotten used to losing far more than loving.
Love. It was such a broad term for the most detailed thing. Love was a force that’d bring the strongest to their knees all because of the way their heart would beat irregularly.
In conclusion: love was someone’s downfall. Xiao could never wrap his head around the urge of dedicating your entire life to a single person all because you loved them.
What happens if you fall out of love? What if your partner is unfaithful? There were so many ways things could go absolutely wrong, and only one way for things to go right.
Maybe it was because of this hesitation that prompted him to contradict his opinions, falling headfirst into this sea of new emotions all because of you— his groupmate.
In this case, Xiao was the hurricane. The barrage of opinions and scarred hearts all because of who he was in the past; finding paradise in you, the eye of the storm. The calm before the wreckage he knew by the name ‘heartbreak’.
Love is a mistake, loving you is a mistake.
Yet he found peace in the eye, ready to take on whatever debris would dare to hit him.
—
It started with subtle glances and late night talks.
That was how Xiao would describe these moments with you. Suddenly, he found himself ruining his sleep schedule just because you were pulling an all-nighter. Even long after your assigned project was due and turned in, he still had your number at the top of his contact list.
‘A curse,’ The male would think, eating his cereal angrily. His eye circles had darkened tremendously ever since you began to stay up late. Damn you for ruining his sleep schedu—
He buried his head in his hands, bits of cereal still in his mouth.
“I didn’t even have to stay awake with them.”
—
Xiao was not in love.
No, he would never be.
“Oh, Xiao! You came early!” Settling down beside him, the male spared a side-eye to the person who decided sitting in the very corner of the lecture room was a good idea.
It was you.
“Yeah,” He responded. Suddenly, he did not know what to do. Where does he place his hands? How do you sit, again? Why is this seat so uncomfortable? It was fine just moments ago!
Xiao was not in love, absolutely not.
He gazed at you with his peripherals, and abruptly, his heart pierced his ribs.
Weird.
—
When did these feelings arise?
These feelings of wanting to wait for you outside your classes even though he knew he had no time. These feelings of cramming studies with you about subjects he didn’t even take…
Strange. Everything was strange. The world was more vibrant, tinted pink even though he knew the sky was supposed to be an azure blue.
Maybe it was because of the way you tapped his shoulder when passing an exam down the lecture hall, or the way you trusted him enough to watch over your belongings while you went to the bathroom.
Weird. This feeling was weird, it was like his stomach bubbled and exploded yet it didn’t hurt a single bit.
Xiao couldn’t tell if he liked this feeling or not.
Maybe he should apply to that same club that you go to—… wait, that’s weird.
—
“Xiao?” Venti popped out of the doorway, glancing at the male who was already eating and getting dressed at six o’clock in the morning.
“What?”
“Doesn’t your first class start at eleven?”
“Yeah.”
“Why are you going out now?” The music major rubbed his eyes, still in a half-awake half-sleep state.
“I’m going to go pick someone up.”
Venti grinned, yawning dramatically as he swooned for Xiao’s nonexistent love life.
“And who may this person be?” Now fully awake, Venti seemed to already know the answer based on the look he had.
“. . .” Xiao walked out the doorway, shutting the door with a click!
“Ah, youth,” Venti closed his eyes in deep thought, contemplating over whether to tell Zhongli about Xiao’s character growth.
—
His heart hurts.
No— was hurt the right word? It tensed, that’s for sure. It went quicker and slower, louder and quieter.
Strange, you were strange. The way you made him feel was strange. What was this? Maybe you truly had cursed him after all.
“Oh, Xiao! You came!” Flinching, the male glanced at you. The only thing separating your faces was the window of his car and the ricochet of his heart. ‘Of course— of course I came,'' he thought.
Letting you into the passenger seat, Xiao immediately turned up the heater, ignoring the fact that he already had a jacket on.
His heart hurt.
Glancing over at you briefly, his piercing gaze softened for the briefest of moments, the smallest of seconds.
Slow and steady wins the race.
Xiao was not a literature major, but he could agree that that saying was right.
if you have won a spot on the podium, please send in an ask or make a post and tag us with what you want! a reminder:
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scenario with diluc and xiao (separate) where s/o kindly asks to hold his waist— OR EVEN OUT OF NOWHERE . orz
𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: diluc, xiao (separate) x gn!reader
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: not proofread, diluc story spoilers (kinda, not rlly)
𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: thank u for resending!!
it was no surprise that diluc was a busy man. with his patrol duties and winery to attend to, it was a miracle he even managed to come home at night
The door creaked open, closing quietly as you glanced up from your spot on your shared bed with the red-head, eyes blurry from the disturbance.
"Ah, sorry. Did I wake you?" His voice was unusually soft, so gentle compared to his blunt tone with others.
To Diluc, you were paradise. The only place he could let his guard down and just live, live like the wind of the city he protected so dearly.
"No, it's okay," You sat up, rubbing your eyelids as the male got into some more comfortable clothes, settling beside you.
Gazing at him fondly, your face heated up once you remembered what you were originally going to ask of him. Would he accept? Would he stare at you weirdly? It was embarrassing, yes, but it was something you had been curious about.
"Erm, Diluc?"
"Yes?"
"... Can I hold your waist?"
diluc short circuits, perplexed over whether he heard you correctly or not
you. want to hold. his waist?
his face becomes as red as his hair, and for once, diluc is thankful for the dim light so you can't see him very well
he merely nods, too nervous to actually say anything. but that's enough, because he knows you can tell whether he's uncomfortable or not
laying down beside you on the grandiose bed of your shared room, your hand hesitantly comes up to his waist, bringing you closer as you snuggled into his chest.
pine, warmth, wine? he smelled like a mosaic of mondstadt, the wind ruffling his clothes everyday as it cooled his pyro vision
your hand fit perfectly on his hip, probably because it was meant to be there. humans truly were made for each other, whether it be emotionally or physically, the phenomenon of hands locking so perfectly would forever remain a question in your brain
soulmates.
were they real? because if so, diluc ragnvindr was yours.
xiao was not one for human interaction.
it was because of that fact that he was so utterly shocked when he fell in love with you. was he cursed? was this a fabrication brought upon him by celestia?
to him, a sinner, love was something that was as real as flying pigs.
falling in love with you was—realistically—a curse.
but xiao had been cursed before, too many times to count, especially with those voices that plagued his being
so he fell, trusting that you'd be his safety net. for once in his long, long life, he will trust fate to do what its never done before
he trusts it to make him happy.
"Xiao?" You spoke his name softly, his figure visibly relaxing as his tense muscles relieved.
He didn't respond, only with the wisp of the wind and the way he stepped aside for you to stand in his stead did you know he wanted to talk.
He was quiet. It was another one of those nights, those nights where all he could hear was the deafening whispers and foul screams, things that'd haunt him periodically to the point of no return.
"Can I hold you?"
That voice was different. Like a dream he could only imagine, his dazed expression was brought back down to reality, to you.
Even if the Yaksha had wings, he'd never fly. Solely because you were on the ground, he'd promised to stay with you.
Stay.
Will you stay? Even if he cannot give you the love you deserve?
Hello can i request xiao, albedo, and venti with a crush that is easy to manipulate and believes people easily? theyre not dumb their opinion is just really easy to sway. thank u!!
𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: xiao, albedo, venti (separate) x gn!reader
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: not proofread, blatant manipulation (not by albedo, xiao, or venti. theyre the ones trying to keep the reader from being manipulated), venti story spoilers
𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: mc is a tohru from fruits basket kinnie...
lowkey cannot believe how easily you succumb to others' words
also, xiao cannot believe how he came to like someone as oblivious as you. the man in front of you was clearly dressed as a treasure hoarder, yet you had openly welcomed him into your house and gave him a pillow to sit on
xiao had to come in and shoo (threaten) the treasure hoarder away. he still cannot believe you fell for that
will sit you down (after discarding the pillow you gave to that treasure hoarder) and tell you why you shouldn't believe strangers so easily
xiao cannot trust you to go into liyue harbor alone. seriously. you always end up coming back with a friend and 99% of the time that 'friend' is an undercover fatui agent that xiao has to silence once you leave
honestly. xiao begins to think you're a bit gullible (especially since someone like him, who has been manipulated and tainted before sees your innocence), until you begin telling the yaksha all about how mondstadt's philosophy is really touching and he's like ?!!?
all in all. xiao scrutinizes all of your friends until he can confirm they're safe because he seriously cannot trust you and your friendship-making skills
as much as he grumbles under his breath and sometimes lectures you about why you shouldn't invite some random person into your home because they said they knew xiao
he had to tell you bluntly that he has no social life so you shouldn't believe such lies.
i feel like if you weren't someone interesting/intelligent, albedo wouldn't pay much attention to you in the first place
so imagine when he, the great-prodigy-chalk-prince of mondstadt, falls head over heels for a person that bought a literal bomb because some stranger told them that it'd explode with nice colors
"[name], what is that?"
"oh. kaeya told me that it was a new bomb that can explode based on the surroundings! i was going to take it apart and examine what's inside of it!"
albedo had many questions about this. first of all, why would you believe kaeya of all people? second of all, why would you try to take apart a bomb?!
people these days...
"[name], you shouldn't believe kaeya so easily."
"so what if it's not true? at least i got a bomb! for free!"
". . ."
he will make sure to make you a geo shield just in case you end up messing up and the bomb explodes. albedo's getting some serious klee ptsd right now
albedo cannot count the number of times he's walked in on you trying to help a drunkard 'home' to a treasure hoarder camp, assuming that the drunkard's home was past the camp
as much as the alchemist appreciates your input and kindness, he cannot help but wish you were a bit more stubborn
this is one reason why albedo never tells his opinion on something until he hears it from you first. because before words come falling out of his mouth, the hypothesis you made originally was far better than his yet you would probably believe him thanks to his scientific way of speaking that makes it sound really believable
albedo feels so much pride when you knock someone's absurd accusation down with facts, though. he's like "yes!!! that's my s/o!!!" with a blank expression but inside he's as smug as can be
venti finds it amusing if it's something small (like if you try wishing on a pigeon feather because timmie told you it was like a dandelion)
but when it comes to something serious? venti gets really worried. the amount of times this man has rushed out half-drunk from the tavern because you were busy showing directions to some fatui member was over the roof
he trusts you. definitely. just not when it comes to your judgement of what's true and what's not
"eh? venti? did you hear? rex lapis of liyue got turned into a mouse!"
as much as venti would love that to happen, he had to knock you down a peg and inform you about how the exuvia was already an overgrown mouse.
ok... venti is not very helpful when it comes to bringing you back down to reality. freedom of thought is very important!
though, just because venti enjoys teasing you does not mean he will tolerate it if others try to manipulate you in a not-so-teasing way. don't be surprised when the wind sweeps them off their feet and sends them flying all the way to inazuma!
as fast as this bard is, sometimes the wind gets knocked out of him and he starts howling with laughter once someone tried convincing you the earth was flat
"what do you mean the earth is flat? when you look over the horizon, you can clearly see the distance disappear! if the earth was flat, that wouldn't happen!"
honestly, even while venti does patch up some unclear opinions, he still does find it super funny when you end up believing absurd things. in fact, he'll humor you for a bit before telling you the truth
of course. that's until someone accidentally mispronoounces his name as "barsibatos." venti will tell you immediately that his archon name is barbatos, not barsibatos
call him barsibatos just to rub it in his face. he'll pout immediately.
