Beneath the lantern lit sky that glitters like a thousand fireflies, Zhongli thinks you look ethereal. The gentle light of the lanterns seems to make your features glow and the Geo Archon resists the urge to cup your face in his hands and press a kiss to your lips. Like the stars that sparkle in the night sky, your eyes twinkle with delight as you admire the lanterns and light that have been hung up around Liyue. It’s a city of lights and wonder this time of year; when all the people join together to wish for luck for each other as the full moon hangs high above the city. Firecrackers can be heard in the distance and the sound of drums and symbols signal the lion dancers who parade down the streets to scare away bad luck and bring hongbao to the people who watched and cheered. The red and gold lions jump from person to person, performing trick after trick as they parade down the street. Beads of sweat line the foreheads of the dancers but in their eyes, one can see the joy they found in cocking the lion’s head to the side as they approached a child, pulling the string in the lion head to make it blink.
Readers: We want Red Xiao x Reader x Green Xiao content PLEASE
Exiled: Well yes but actually no
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Intermittent
Pairing -> Red/Green Xiao x Reader
Word Count -> 2088
Themes -> Okay, get this: Fluff, Angst, Suggestive scene (but not too bad). It's a trifecta.
Series -> #SojournerSpecials (masterlist)
Credit: @m370N4 for Header
Warnings -> Spoilers, violence, oh gawd there's so many violence
Your lover is going through a phase.
Perhaps you should have expected this much after the things that he's gone through, and the things that he is going through. The Archon War does not pick its victims. Saints and sinners, weak and strong, participants and bystanders; they all have one thing in common, they all can die any day now as the war rages on.
The thought of impending doom puts your heart into great unease as your arms tighten, lips softly pecking the red diamond on the Yaksha's forehead as he sighs in what you hope was relief.
The adepti are strong and aid in this war under the stead of Rex Lapis, but on the forefront of greater danger leads the Yakshas. The fateful battle between Osial and the Geo Archon ended not too long ago to put an end against the Lord's destructive ministrations, but Gods do not die, only slumber; his hatred in great intensities brought forth demonic plague that now haunts the blood bathed lands of Liyue. With his indispensable power and contractual obligation, Xiao became one of the five known Yakshas devoted to conquering those evil.
You were no beast in the battlefield but alongside Cloud Retainer and Ganyu you hold well in ensuring the well-being of mankind, but you only wish there was anything you can do to help the true warriors of the Harbour.
"How are you feeling?" You ran your hands through his chopped hair as his body leans against you, still tense. Xiao produces a strangled groan upon the question, a sound you still have yet to grow accustomed to.
It was a side effect even the glorified Archon did not expect. Yet it was too late to back down from the duties, to turn away from the chaos.
"Still standing, nothing I cannot handle," leaning away from your hold, his honey eyes then sets upon yours in gentle reassurance. Exposed fingers softly brushing against your cheekbone reminiscent of a flutter, so light it sends your heart into a faster pace. "And on your end? I have heard of the mortals establishing a new type of governance, how is it faring?"
Xiao hooks his fingers under your chin in full attention, and the pairing with his tantalizing smile sent your mind melting. "It's going-," your cleared your throat of the strangled pitch you produced and tried again, "Going great! Ganyu made it her duty to oversee it as the secretary."
"That is a fine arrangement." He hums inquisitively but you both know his attention was on somewhere else, what with the way his sharp orbs kept flickering to gaze on your lips. And with how his face was slowly, surely drawing near.
"Indeed, indeed." Breathed you as you closed your eyes, ready to capture his lips for a longing kiss, his other hand rests on your lower back to guide you to his lap—
When the shutter doors slammed open, the interruption causing you to yelp as Xiao embarrassingly hides your head to his exposed chest. That did NOT lessen the warmth of your cheeks.
"Conqueror of Demons! I- I'm sorry to interrupt-"
"Pervases, go on."
"The Yaksha of flames-" A rumbling roar of a scream had all three of you shoot your heads up in alert. And within seconds you had scrambled to your feet, rushing out of the shrine to investigate the commotion. The atmosphere had you choking from the scent of arson, black smoke erupting from the burning grass and natural flora around the area.
But in the middle of the ruins had you almost dispelling the contents of your stomach, your hand shooting up to cover your mouth at the the sight. Besides you Xiao dashes past in a vain attempt to quell the flames— the lick of fire that burned the Pyro Yaksha whole, who screams in both agony and anguish over the deep unknown, skin and clothes turning black and charred.
Xiao's swings barely made a dent to the wall of fire that prevents anyone from coming close to the Yaksha. "Please, leave me alone! Let me go! Stop it!" There was an illusionary sense to her words as she screams at the empty void in front and within her, piercing and aching. You called for her name, shouted, in hopes that she may snap out of it.
Dried up tears came upon her ruby gaze as it flickers over to yours. She heard you. Her lips quivered into those of familiarity and she opens her mouth- only to scream her loudest, one last painful cry, as her body drops as a smoking corpse.
Charred and pure black. Twitching and steaming, but not alive.
You didn't realize you were crying until you felt the comfort of Xiao's hand wiping at your cheek, his red fingerless gloves catching the dampness as you released your sobs.
You didn't notice the gradual decrease of red in his clothing until you looked at him one day without feeling a pang on your chest. When you looked at him with only curiousity upon him calling your name, he offered a smile as he cups your cheek; it didn't feel like the same traumatic time when the Yaksha died, your cheek leaning on his cerulean palm.
It wasn't red. Maybe that's what drove away your thoughts.
"It looks good on you," you mumbled as you watched his now black and green hair sway from the breeze.
"Thank you."
The clouds of Jueyun Karst brings peace to all that gazes on it. That may be the reason why it was Menogias' favorite place to sit by upon finishing her duties for the day, and at times she invites you over when you are done with your own; 'your presence soothes me, it's unfair that Xiao gets to keep you to himself, even if he is your lover!' you giggle at the verbatim the Hydro Yaksha always spouts everytime she drags you away from the other, with a cute yet teasing pout on her pristine face.
Those moments always has you laughing guiltily as you wave to Xiao, who only dons a gentle smile at you two's dynamic.
But she was beautiful and elegant despite her slaughtering hands, with a mind vivid and witty.
And so you find peace next to her, as both of your hands weave cloth into apparels to calm your minds. She had always been an avid fan of stitching and knitting even her own clothes, the only reason you knew how to weave the needle was because of her incessant teachings. Right now she knits a sleeve of beautiful patterns while you took on the duty to make a wooly scarf. Jueyun Karst is cold.
"How are you faring, dear? I have heard you and Xiao-" your hands paused at the implications, "-were witness to the passing of the Yaksha Indarias. Changes are glaring among that of the Conqueror of Demons, but you are a special case who is not under the influence of the karmic binds."
Her cold blue gaze seem to pierce your soul unintentionally and you couldn't bring yourself to look upon them.
You gulped and ceased on finishing the blanket to look at her own work. It was pretty. Tiring and fearful, not just for yourself, but for her too. And especially Xiao.
She holds you close in a soft embrace as you poured your honest confessions; it felt unfair for them to suffer like this, driven to self-destruction or to eternal agony. Menogias strokes your hair affectionately as she reassures your worries.
After all, they knew their oath would come to this.
And they still honored their duties to protect Liyue, for both the mortals and the realm of the Adepti.
"H-How about you?" You sniffled, looking up at her now gentle gaze. "Have you been feeling well? I don't want you to be destroyed by your own mind too."
The Yaksha's gracious smile parts after a pause to finally reply, when a glint from the side suddenly interrupted your peace-
azure pupils dilated upon recognition;
your body flies back upon her powerful push;
blood spurs from her right thigh as a jagged pillar of rock pierces through;
your back and hitting the cliff's compact ground as your vision swims.
No, no, no, no, you recognize that glow even if it was similar to another. Your body whimpers as you struggle to get up, rolling to your side to see the inevitable— the floating silhouette of the Geo Yaksha raises his arm where an orb glows over it, a single eye glows from his shadow...
The last you saw was the flash of neons and black before the world was engulfed by a blinding light.
The next thing you know you were desperately trying not to puke as you cradled the mawled and still bleeding corpse of Menogias, weakly patting her cheeks as your desperate attempts to wake her- to convince yourself that she was still alive. That the spears of stones impaled through numerous part of her body was nonexistent.
Behind you Xiao flicks his head to the side as his mask disperses. His jade spear dripping with blood as her gentle eyes hardened as it squeezes out the tears.
"(Y/N)," your wails turned into whimpers and hiccups, loose arms wrapping around your waist as Xiao pulls you away from the bloody mess. You didn't have the spirit to protest, your eyes still trained on the deceased Yaksha's face as you wept in your lover's arms.
A familiar censer that wasn't there before hangs by his waist.
And when the pain didn't make you weep anymore, a beautifully woven sleeve of blue and clouds adorn his left arm. Those who live after a millenia would not be aware of a reminiscent and deep scar hidden beneath it.
"I was not aware you were out of your domain," the moment he landed, a firm hand grasps your waist to keep you steady on the balcony's railings. Where you're currently perched on, precariously.
You were still unused to the purple cloth that flows behind him. But it matches the wind that comes with him, and the beautiful clashes of colors that makes up who he is now. He was not reminiscent of the red gentleness that he was 2000 years ago, but a teal shadow that lingers at the edges of your vision as a blur.
"I wanted to thank you for purging the malignant monsters that haunted my domain by the cavern," your gaze falls away from the moon as you swing your legs up and over, turning to face the Inn and him yet still remaining seated on the railing.
His eyes were hostile, not at all indicative of the lightness it had long ago. Chest covered in white, and the many memorabilias that dangle with him. Xiao's hands rests on the railing by your side as your fingertip traces the Vajra hanging by his neck, chunky to pointy; Pervases, the name leaves your lips in a whisper.
A guttural growl leaves him in intensity that had you reeling yet still worried for him. Behind his lidded eyes were pure hurt from the fear you conveyed, but he shook his head at all the thoughts that invades. Xiao lets loose a tired yet mocking laugh, "I just remembered something unpleasant."
Before he can turn back to gaze at your ethereal form, you've thrown your arms around his head to pull him against your chest. Your grip and uneven heartbeat alerted him of your will to not cry at his misfortune; such sympathy is wasted on him, yet he wraps his arms around you close in a gentleness that once again reflects his deepest trait.
"...your blessings, not your flaws."
At the sound of your familiar lyrics, as if with a mind of its own, the tension on his shoulders drop immediately into your warmth.
"You've got it all, you lost your mind in the sound;
There's so much more, you can reclaim your crown;
You're in control, rid of the monsters inside your head;
Put all your faults to bed."
Urged the strokes of your hand on his head, the voices quiet into almost nothingness. The Conqueror of Demons smiles again.
"You can be king again."
To the realm of the Adepti and those who knows even the slightest of him, it was nothing to debate about when it is claimed that you were the real reason that the golden-winged king, the Conqueror of Demons— that Xiao still exists today.
If you're plate isn't too full, can I request a couple of fluffy hc's about Albedo with a photographer! s/o? Like, his s/o enjoys taking pictures of the environment and etc, and even take pictures of Albedo whenever he just does stuff, and Albedo enjoys sketching then whenever they just do a whole picture spree- they even exchange pictures too
Yes, my plate is too full and I'm confused why you guys don't see the request closed thingy in my description. But does it look like I care? No, I miss writing for Albedo and you're getting Albedo NOW-
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Albedo with a Photographer!S/O headcanons/scenarios... (event masterlist)
Ever since Fontaine released their newest device called Kamera, you had been so adamant in getting ahold of one that you ended up going on a travel spree to the said nation. Not even waiting for the shipment to Mondstadt, you left a quickly written note of your whereabouts before you left.
Spontaneous as ever, Albedo thought to himself as his grip on the note tightens with worry.
Luckily, three days later, you hailed from the Hydro Archon's land with your newest prized possession in hand. Triumphant and giddy, both of your lives changed drastically from there.
Albedo first and foremost, almost dismantled your Kamera. Actually he may have already done so behind your back, he was just caught the last time. He was really curious of its machinations and wanted to reverse engineer it.
He only ever lived because he was fast enough to reassemble it and show you that it still works. If not, you were already charging at him to throw hands. You did not travel for three days just for the Kamera to be broken. Whether he found what he was looking for or not, he's not allowed to touch it until he gets his own when the supply reaches Mondstadt.
Knowing your excitement, Albedo takes a sudden day off to accompany you in your Kamera spree, his own canvas and easel under his arm to also channel his artistic energy.
In just a day you managed to take 20 pictures, about to run out of film in just a day. Everytime you snap a picture, you gravitate to where Albedo is stationed to show off what you got like a crow and its shiny rocks. He finds it very endearing, stating his honest honey-covered opinion that makes you overjoyed enough to energize you to snap another, better picture.
The Alchemist sees the appeal of the Kamera and how immediate the replication of the image is. But he still glorifies the art of painting. He may not be able to capture constantly moving subjects but he can capture any detail he wants emphasized unlike the limited rasterization of a photo like that.
He watches you from afar as you skip over to different places and objects, face blooming with wonder as you position your device to snap. He dons a smile when you pull out the photo and wait for the image to materialize, and produce a chuckle when you sprint over to him to show the product. It's like your routine you developed in just a day.
So at times when he needs it the most, he will steal borrow your Kamera to snap a quick picture of something fast moving that he needs to observe immediately or wish to sketch/paint in detail in the future. One of the photos he had hidden for himself had a picture of you in your natural photographer environment as you dash around to look for a scene to capture while you wait.
What's it for? Well he made it into a more intricate painting during his spare time, presenting it to you with the little image taped at the top right corner. It was so beautiful that when outsiders were to see it after they were granted to access his office/laboratory, they always ask for the price for it. Something he adamantly refuses with the coldest glare the Alchemist can make. The negotiations usually end there.
Whenever he was far and you couldn't follow, like Dragonspine for example (the Kamera was still in development so cold temperatures might risk both the device and the processing), you always send him a picture for his thoughts. Either by asking Sucrose, Timaeus or the Traveler if they were en route to his camp, of course.
As you send one to him daily, Albedo started to look forward to your little mail every time. They range from very beautiful sights he hasn't seen before, images of the people of Mond who looks to be greeting him, or of you and the things that would remind him of you.
He keeps a haphazardly strewn journal for it, and in his camp was a board of his favorite picks, and all images of you are tacked on it. The Traveler enjoys watching his cold teal eyes light up whenever he brings the daily image, watching the picture board grow as Albedo tacks the latest one in with obvious pride and joy.
When he comes back to Mond, he brings with him his most beautiful piece from Dragonspine. You'd know it's special because everything is painted in detail, even the most unimportant parts of it. It's his gift for your little photo exchange and you have it put up on wall somewhere in your house.
When he gets his own Kamera, it was his turn to drag you to his photography spree. A little one-sided competition happens between you two where you try to one up the quality of his pictures, sometimes successful and sometimes you don't really... understand what he's doing, as he captures the strangest images.
Albedo uses his solar isotoma when you want to use it for better angles. Very supportive, as you'd hear a snap from beneath as you position your own Kamera.
The whole of Mond muses at both of your antics; as you two would most likely do the finger frame thingy impulsively when seeing something worth the attention, the people around you would chuckle at how cute you two looked, focused on your own little world.
He always gifts you extra films or anything related to photography when he can. Since he barely has time to go out sometimes, he has many backup gifts in bulk to whip out if ever he wants to pamper you with his material affection. Albedo is hyperaware of your hyperfixation and will always bring films the moment you run out, like foresight.
You can barely understand Albedo, despite the closeness you two had, he was still an enigma in most occasions. This was one of them. He had been binging on photography lately and everytime you look through the photos he captured, it didn't really make sense. The most random pictures that you wouldn't even dare use a film on strewn here and there, sometimes the photo is even cut off, and you'd think it was a mistake until he started organizing them in a system only he knows.
When you finally gathered up the courage to ask what all of it was about for, you were given a smile as cryptic as his album.
But as he pulls your hand with an excitement you've only seen when his chemical solution produces the expected buff, you somehow deduced that today would be the day you'd find out what the heck he was up to.
"It took longer than I expected it to be," he says as he starts unlocking a room in the Knights of Favonius HQ that you've never been in before, "but the end result was worth it."
Your confusion only grows as you were met with a face full of hanging pictures, most of it you recognize. Leaning over some and looking up on the higher ones, the amount of string and the confusing way they were set up, amazes you still with the amount of effort he had been using on such a big project.
Your untrained eyes loosely guess around 1000 films used for this.
The glass double doors that makes it way to the balcony opens loudly behind you. "Come here," you turn to see Albedo's silhouette open his arms against the setting sun behind him. "You're supposed to look at it from this distance." His arms engulfs you gently when you moved over, sending a gentle squeeze before he turns you back around to see the hanging pictures.
You gasp.
The depth and the splash of colors from this distance, aided with the sun, turned the hanging collage into an expertly placed collage as it shows you the bigger picture: a mold of your face of the first sketch Albedo made when you first met each other. The angles and colors measured to the dot to capture and replicate your beauty.
You feel his lips kiss the back of your head as you stared in awe.
No one will ever convince me that Xiao wouldn’t appreciate cuddles
Hope you all enjoy!
Synopsis: “Their voices… I can always hear them. Their screams, their cries, demanding more death. This is my burden to carry. It has nothing to do with you.”
synopsis: You and your fiancé started spending less and less time together.
# tags: scenario; current relationship; romance; mild angst; also fluff; sfw with suggestive ending
includes: female reader ft. albedo & sucrose {genshin impact}
author’s note: it’s time for some fucking angst but with happy end, friends.
You packed a delicious-looking breakfast into a special bamboo box, and then wrapped both the beautifully scented bento and the paper bag with chocolate cookies in a much larger piece of colorful fabric to make it all more convenient to carry. A proud smile graced your face as you turned to greet Albedo, whose footsteps you heard in the distance.
“Hello, darling.” You greeted him warmly and then felt a sweet kiss in the middle of your hot forehead. “Breakfast is on the table, and here, I packed your dinner. Please, eat it later, okay?” You added softly, touching his delicate skin on his cheek by your left hand, and the man nodded gently, after a while, however, nestling your body into his slightly larger and warmer. “Huh? Something happened?”
“Well… I know, I promised you that today we will spend some time together and go for a walk, but I will have to stay longer at work.” He confessed hesitantly, and you sighed under your breath.
“After all, you are our Chief Alchemist, I’m not really surprised. Has Jean commissioned you to do something important?” Curious, you asked, and he shook his head, which made you a bit confused. So you raised an eyebrow, gesturing for him to answer you truthfully.
“Sucrose asked me to help her with alchemy, so I’ll stay with her a little longer to help her master some of the things.” He admitted calmly, and your expression becomes blank. Ah, right. You could have figured out that the reason for all of this is your fiance’s helper, Sucrose.
You moved away from his body, then sighed; nevertheless, a weak smile appeared on your face. Not very honest, but Albedo didn’t seem to notice it.
“It’s okay, love. Let’s go eat our breakfast. I made your favorite vegetable and mushroom omelets.”
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Hours after Albedo left the house, you realized that you forgot to add a thermos with coffee to his large bento. You decided to quickly fix your mistake and prepared his favorite, strong drink. You also took some fresh fruit and packed it in a small cloth bag. On its front there was a beautiful bouquet that you had embroidered yourself a few days earlier.
Even though you were confused by the behavior of your lover, you couldn’t stop worrying about him. He was the most important person for you, he was your beloved second half, he was also the best human you have ever met, so you wanted to repay him for looking after you and making sure that nothing bad would ever happen to you. Albedo cared for you as best he could and you appreciated it like nothing else in the world. However, for a long time you have had the impression that this care and interest in you begins and ends in your shared home, where no one is looking, where no one is allowed to enter.
Your weekly walks around the city were a thing of the past, and you didn’t want to ask for them every time. Your ‘family’ lunches were no longer shared lunches, because you ate them alone while the twenty-two-years-old was in his lab or carrying out his missions. Your tenderness was limited to kisses on the forehead, and you missed kisses on the mouth, on the nose, on other parts of the body. Not to mention about long baths together or time spent in bed (not necessarily reading books, but something… more intimate).
Nevertheless, you weren’t particularly angry, maybe a bit disappointed, but you didn’t feel angry with your partner. The only thing you could feel at that time was your concern about whether Albedo takes care of himself and takes care of his daily menu or the right amount of water consumed throughout the whole day.
The road to the place where the young man’s laboratory was located took you less than twenty minutes. Along the way, you greeted the inhabitants of Mondstadt, who, seeing you, wished you a nice day and asked you to greet, quoting their words, ‘The Great Captain’. At the sound of their joyfull voices you smiled slightly, nodding your head and promising you would do it. And as soon as you got to the right place, you quietly entered the building. You wanted to say ‘Good afternoon’ to your loved one and green-haired teenager, but instead you almost felt that the bag of products falling out of your hands.
all headcanons are purely my opinion and interpretation of the character, Childe a.k.a. Tartaglia.
My Initial Headcanons
Tartaglia is a very specific type of guy in which his best points are also his flaws. Determined? Yes, but this means he’ll go through anything and anyone regardless of consequences to fulfill his intentions. Loyal? Yes, but this means he will remain loyal even at the worst times and under the worst circumstances. He is caring, and he is compassionate, but at the same time, he can turn a blind eye to morals and respect if the situation requires it. He’s a true bad boy with a secret heart of gold.
While mostly serious, on the inside, Tartaglia is a huge goofball. He has three younger siblings, so of course he knows how to let go of the uptight constraints of adulthood to just enjoy messing around. He’s a lot more friendly and easy-going than one might anticipate.
a/n: i chose quite literally the worst weeks to do this event i didn’t expect to be so busy irl oml, it’s fine it’s all good enjoy childe! this is one of my worst works fr i’m so sorry
“Hush! Somebody’s going to hear you. Step lightly. Where are you taking me anyways?”
“Will you loosen up? Nobody’s gonna catch us, chillax.”
You shivered from the chilly night air. The only source of warmth near was the hand that gripped tightly into your wrist as its owner pulled you through the dark corridor. He led you out of the door that lead to the gardens, making his way through the twists and turns of the hedge maze.
Finally, he came to a stop in front of a large fountain. Lanterns lit up the area, illuminating the picnic he had set up along with your captor’s face in a warm light that contrasted against the moon’s white rays.
“Childe...”
“Cool, right? While Zhongli was flaunting his empty wallet around the market with you today, I spent my time in the kitchen with your cooks. They helped me prepare a big basket of all the things you like!”
You smiled at the redhead. “That’s... really sweet of you. Pretty original, too.”
“Heh, yeah.” He scratched the back of his head, “I got the idea when you didn’t come down for breakfast. Your dad was pretty angry, y’know. Made for a real awkward meal.”
Scoffing and rolling your eyes, you made your way to the picnic blanket in front of you. Childe followed. “Don’t even get me started on him.”
Childe began unpacking the large picnic basket. With every food item he pulled out, the further down your jaw dropped. Your chefs really had told him everything you enjoyed. Your mouth watered at the sight. Then, he pulled a bottle out of a tin bucket of ice, pouring it into his glass and motioning an offer to you. You raised your hand slightly.
“No thank you. Father says it’s ‘unbecoming’ of a princess to drink alcohol.”
Childe rolled his eyes and poured your drink anyways. “Tonight you’re not a princess. You’re just Y/N, and I’m just Childe. And we’re just having a nice little picnic”
“Well, if you put it that way...” You giggled and picked up the glass, taking a small sip of the chilled champagne. It wasn’t the best flavor ever, but it certainly added to the romantic aspect of the picnic.
You spent the night simply laughing and joking with Childe and for the first time, you were able to forget the looming responsibilities of being the heir to an entire kingdom. He distracted you so much that you didn’t even hear the large clock tower chime, signaling 10pm, 11, 12, 1...
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“By the way you talk about Zhongli, it seems as though you know him pretty well. Are you friends?”
You were bubblier than the champagne at half-past 1am, listening to Childe tell story after story and chiming in with your own little adventures. Childe was similar, but definitely a little less hyper.
“I do know him, yes.” The prince fiddled with the gloves on his hands, “I wouldn’t say we’re friends though. Barely even acquaintances.”
“Really now?” You cocked your head to the side, “And why is that?”
“Uh- we just, we’ve just got different things going on. Different ideals and morals and whatnot. He’s a cool man, but definitely not in my life for the long run I suppose.”
“Morals as in...?”
“...You were rather snappy when I mentioned your dad earlier in the night. Why’s that?”
He was avoiding the question. Not a good thing to do when you’re talking to the princess you’re trying to marry. But, maybe he’s just a more closed off person. You had only known him for a day, after all.
“He’s just demanding and strict. I never got the childhood all the other kids in the kingdom got. I spent every day studying and learning what to do as a princess, and now it feels like he’s just selling me off to some random guy who doesn’t even care about me. But at this point, I’d be fine with it. Anything to get me out of this castle and living a more interesting life.”
You didn’t necessarily want to badmouth your father, but Childe was the first person to ever ask about it. You’d spent so long keeping it all bottled up that it finally spilled over.
The prince nodded. “I understand that. Once you become queen, it’s gonna get harder. Even if you don’t necessarily want a husband, I think it would be good to have someone to just be there to support and help you. Ruling a kingdom isn’t easy.”
“Yeah,” You laid down on your bacm looked up at the stars. Childe laid next to you. “I’d like to be fall for the person I’m going to marry naturally. This arranged thing isn’t really my style. I want to be friends with them, and then court, and then marry.”
Childe stayed quiet for a moment. You were still looking up at the stars, not noticing when he turned his head to gaze at you.
He thought about himself. His future, his past. Would you accept him if you knew the truth? That his kingdom was a bit more... vicious than what you were used to? He would push for the joining of your two kingdoms, would you be supportive of that?
His hand reached out, gently resting his pinky finger on top of yours. You glanced at him, but didn’t move.
“I don’t know what the future holds. My life is a lot different from yours. But I do know that if you were to marry me, I’d vow to always support you. To be your friend. Not even lovers if you weren’t okay with it. We’d work through it all.”
Keywords: reader loves astronomy, gender neutral reader, date with Albedo on the top of Dragonspine
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: None
Word count: 480
Synopsis: As I look at the sky, it seems so dim, the stars shining faintly and dull. After all, the brightest star is the one I see in your eyes. Your eyes full of eternal beauty, coated by the brokenness of life. All stars eventually fade out, yet yours glitter so brilliantly, it makes me think you can defy all laws.
Or:
You stargaze with Albedo as he gets lost in your eyes.
*:･ﾟ✧ nothing much, just me describing how diluc, kaeya, childe and zhongli kiss. this piece is mostly just me trying to practice how to write kisses.
tw: slight suggestive themes, swearing, character story spoilers for childe, zhongli
✧ Diluc Ragnvindr
• A tentative flame-you don’t know whether it would spark and rise up in flames or die out in smoke, leaving nothing but a charred mess. That’s how Diluc is. You know he wasn’t good at this and he’s both thankful that you’re patient enough and annoyed that he couldn’t even muster a single kiss. At the start of your relationship, he is like a flame on a matchstick during a snowstorm. He burns but with how cold the world is, he fights to survive. With you, you are the closed space that blocks the harsh snow. You are the hands that cradle his flame ever so gently. He may be the one with the Pyro Vision but you warm his cold heart.
• His lips are slightly chapped but you’ll be lucky when you catch them moist, tasting of wine when Diluc taste tests new wines. When you do catch him with wine-flavored lips, you would press your lips against his with an excited grin on your mouth. With your sudden kiss, Diluc had to open his mouth to emit a gasp as you took the chance to slip your tongue inside his mouth. The taste of wine was stronger, your tongue slowly gliding over his own just to taste the sinful beverage. Your hands would grasp his shoulders, massaging the muscle that’s been way too tense. You think that you have surprised him from your impromptu kiss but Diluc is just as passionate as you are.
• Reaching around your back, he pushed you closer to him, chests bumping against each other as he began gaining control. He tilts your head, his ruby eyes staring at your surprised ones. He parts for a chance to breathe before diving back in to claim your lips again. The wine he tasted was still present on his lips but, combined with your taste, he was already getting drunk on the flavor. His nose nearly brushes against your cheek as he hears you mewl from his sudden outburst. His hands roam around your back, leaving warm tingles across your skin despite the layers of clothes. Before you two part for the next breath of air, he whispers into your lips how cheeky you are, his breathless voice making you swoon.
“You truly test my patience, love. Don’t think that I will back down once I’m through with you.”
second day: Unlike to your lover, you were in charge of a tiny cafe in Liyue, which was loved by all residents and guests. Brewing coffee, creating new recipes and talking to clients distracted you from thinking about your blonde-haired boyfriend, who was on dangerous and long missions away from you…
author’s note: i love coffee shop au, hhhh.
You sighed gently, but after a while you adjusted the white apron that proudly hung on your waist and quickly returned to the dark wooden bar, smiling at all the customers who were waiting for your hot drinks and sweet cakes or cookies. You said ‘Welcome!’ to every funny man, every beautiful woman and every lovely child, making sure that their orders were perfect and as tasty as possible; sometimes you would even added a tiny shortbread cookie or an extra scoop of ice cream for free to make their day better. You adored your job, and others adored you and your approach to life, but from afar everyone could see that behind your light smile and serene voice hides a great longing and a hundred thoughts about the health and safety of a certain person.
Aether was a good boy who wanted to help everyone around. He always took many missions and requests on his shoulders, so that his trips to other cities/lands lasted from a few hours to several days. Currently, you were separated for the fifth day and the fair-haired told you before leaving that he would be back in about six days. It was extremely tiring, but you tried to be strong to greet him after these six, lonely days with a huge smile on your face, his favorite dinner on the table and a proposal to spend time together in the garden.
“… What’s that sad face?” You heard a low, slightly hoarse voice, which made you raise your head, quickly changing your expression to a much more cheerful.
“N-Nothing like that, sir. Can I accept your order?” You asked softly, and the young man with the baggy hood down over his eyes nodded, laughing and coughing softly.
“You can choose for me, miss.” He instructed, and you could have sworn the slight smile you saw by the corner of your eye was quite familiar to you. Nevertheless, you agreed.
“I hear you have a problem with your throat… That’s why I am happy to recommend black tea with fresh lemon and honey. A cupcake with vanilla pudding for free!” You answered joyfully and sincerely, to which the stranger beck, thanking you softly in meantime. As soon as you took care of preparing a small order for your client, in the same moment, there was still a odd uncertainty in your head about who the average height traveler is. You didn’t want to be nosy, but… you were interested in your customer’s identity. It was human thing. Getting to know others and wanting to be friends with them was something completely normal, even extremely nice and often unheard of.
Thanks to this approach to the whole world you have met numerously personalities; from the owners of the antique shop that stood in front of your smol cafe, through foreigners from amazing countries, to warriors who bore proud names such as Xingqiu, Zhongli and Ningguang. Each of them told you stories that you will surely remember for the rest of your life and you were currently really curious if your new guest also had something interesting to say.
“… What brings you to Liyue city, sir?” You started quietly, placing in front of him a porcelain cup with golden tea and a cupcake in colored paper. “Of course, if you don’t want to talk about it, you don’t have to do it…!”
“I’m going back to my fiancée after a long trip.” He admitted right away, and you fell silent, looking at his white hood with warm eyes.
“She will definitely be very happy.” You answered hopefully, and the male finally dared to raise his head, chuckling.
“I think so too.” Golden eyes met yours, and you dropped the cloth you had held for several seconds. The voice that used to be hoarse and heavy, after one sip of perfectly made warm drink, it seemed soft and pleasant to the ear right now. “Won’t you say ‘Hello’ to me, love? I know you missed me so much.” He rested his chin on one of his hands, and you immediately moved away from the counter, stepping out from behind it. You ran quickly to the twenty-year-old and he opened his arms wider, laughing happily. “Here is my pretty girl. Hi, dear.”
You had so many questions, so many comments and so many doubts, but before you opened your mouth to ask why he didn’t inform about his arrival earlier, why he was dressed like that, why…
“W-Wait. Did you say something about… your fiancée?” You moved away from the blonde one, and he laughed under his breath, hugging your waist a little tighter and kissing your smooth forehead with his smooth lips. Your lovable, coffee scent made the knight calmly close his eyes.
“Yes, Y/N. You heard me right.” He grunted low, and after a short second his mouth met your earlobe. “… But we’ll talk about it at home, okay?”
Pleasurable chills ran through your spine, and big flushes appeared on your cheeks; it was by far the best surprise your loved one could do for you.
previous day ; lumine ♡ next day ; albedo and sucrose
okokok let’s think about this: sleepy albedo waking up with you in the morning and he’s trying to his hair with a hairtie in his mouth but he’s so tired so you do it for him 🥺🥺
i should be doing my actual work but all i have is albedo brainrot now
- dandelion 💭
I haven't written for our prince and the major fic is taking a while so I finally came back to this- its so fluffyyyyy, it feels so long since I felt fluffy, so adorable uwu *sleep deprived mumbling* short and sweet, just like Albed-//shot
Braiding His Hair
That's it, that's the plot.
Last night wasn't wrapped up earlier than anyone expected, and even with the help of Sucrose, the mess of the chemicals left on the beakers took hours to sanitize before they ultimately decided that the stain will stay there forever. Discarded beakers with black ichor at the bottom and the strong scent of disinfectants was the result of the night's clean up operation.
Albedo crawled into your shared bed five hours ago and now the day starts again, this time with your lover lacking the last two hours needed to actually pull him back to his usual energy.
You watched his side profile as he bit into his hairtie, ungloved hands trying to braid his luscious locks as he fights the drooping of his eyelids. The problem with the Alchemist's locks are its silkiness, easily slipping past his fingers if not held with the right grip. The unfinished braid slips again as it easily straightens up, he produces a guttural growl that your sleepy mind suddenly fully woken up with.
"My beloved," he finally whines as he drops his hands in defeat, voice slightly muffled as the hairtie stays in place. Your hands runs itself through the fallen golden locks (still so smooth and silky despite not taking a bath yet) before you nuzzled your nose against his temple, obscured still by the strands.
It feels heavenly, much more than the warm pillows calling to you, tempting you to skip the day for comfort. Your hands went to work as you took three strands, the simplicity of his braid only requiring basic braid knowledge had made this very easy, and he hums at the feeling of your gentle touch.
When you finished the left side, Albedo's hand reaches up to keep it in place as you gave your attention to his right. Before long, you bundled the ends of the braid behind his back and his hand reaches behind to lend the retrieved tie. You hum as you finish poofing up the tail end.
He looks neat, too neat. Before Albedo can express his gratitude, you were already nuzzling the top of his hair as more locks fall into organized disarray as the braid stands strong.
A smile graces his lips as his signature lock of hair falls into place in the middle of his face. With both of your eyes closed, his hand squeezing yours that rest over his chest, a serenity enough to bring you two drifting back to sleep.
Scaramouche of the Fatui used to be a gentle soul. Or well, became a hardened one through the passing of his most of his family.
There were still fleeting moments of his past gentleness, and it was those moments were his walls were lowered the most.
You remembered his first kill in the Fatui, his first time taking a life.
You remember the way he collapsed in your hands that day, the way his eyes seemed so devoid of their usual thunder.
The Tsaritsa promised him your safety if he served her, and so he did, not wanting you to be caught up in the mess that was the Fatui of Snezhnaya.
When he was free from his missions, the Skirmisher would visit you, dressed in much more fitting Snezhnayan clothing and not his Inazuman costume.
“Bunny.”
He was not his Fatui self anymore. He was simply your beloved, who just so happened to disappear quite often.
The way you looked at him with such emotion filled him with an internal joy- something the other Harbingers must never find out about.
“How was Inazuma, my love?” He pressed his cheek against your hand, nuzzling in your warmth.
“Pointless. I have to be sent back soon, but I was able to visit for the next few days.”
He wanted to erase all that worry on your face.
“Balla-”
“Relax, bunny, just relax. I will make sure you are unharmed.” The Electro user whispers, his hand holding yours.
What a rare display, he thinks internally, before destroying that train of thought. Right now, with you, he is not with the Fatui. He is not Scaramouche, the 6th of the Harbingers- he is simply your lover, unburdened by the shackles of the Fatui.
His hands gently fondle your face- ah, how the Harbingers would laugh- and brings you in closer, relishing his limited time with you before he once again has to leave.
jaz omg omg happy 700 followers!! :DD can i get number 6 with childe? tysm and stay safe <33
Note: Tqsm hhh💞💞💞 Hope you enjoy this <333
Word Count: 447
“You know, you shouldn’t be too proud of yourself,” Childe commented out of nowhere, moving to the side to avoid your thrust out polearm. His comment made you raise an eyebrow and you threw him a confused glance, not understanding what he was saying.
Instead, he merely flashed you a smile and swung his Hydro blades at you. You moved to the left, able to avoid one of his blades though you couldn’t say the same about the other one. A hiss left your lips when the sharp tip of the blade grazed your skin.
That wasn’t enough to bring you to your knees. You were tougher than that and being Childe’s significant other means you’re signing up for his daily or weekly spars. You didn’t mind since you think it’s a great way to keep your body fit and also, to get your blood pumping.
“Maybe you should stop talking or who knows, I might sweep you off your feet,” you replied with a teasing smirk on your face. You didn’t give him any time to form a response and you vanished, only to reappear behind him.
Your polearm was held tightly in your dominant hand, ready to strike but Childe being well-trained in fighting, managed to block it with his arm. “Oh? That sounds like something I’ll say to you instead,” he grinned, excitement evident in his ocean blue eyes.
You scoffed, leaping away to create some distance between the two of you. However, you didn’t look where you had landed and slipped on some mud. Your eyes widened as your body started to tip backward. Seeing this, the ginger used his opportunity to pin you to the ground, the tip of his Hydro blade resting near your chin.
One of his hands had trapped your wrists above your head, leaving you defenseless as your polearm had landed out of your reach. The two of you were panting heavily, trying to regain your breathing and were staring at one another. You scowled at the shit-eating smirk that had grown on his face. “Why are you looking at me like that?” You huffed.
“Oh I don’t know, I just like proving you wrong since I’m the one who swept you off your feet,” Childe laughed, quoting what you said earlier.
“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes and grumbled, a pout on your face as you had lost to him, again. Seeing this, his eyes softened and his hand moved down to grip your chin, forcing you to face him.
He leaned down to give you a kiss; one that was so pure and loving, reminding you of Ajax himself. “Sorry sweetheart but there’s always a next time.”
additional notes: fancy title, right? my french is finally coming into practice thank god. this is just writing practice based off of this, partly because i’m feeling very soft and i wanted to play around with metaphors and descriptive imagery blah blah blah. i don’t know what i’m writing or thinking of anymore but anyways, i recommend listening to “bloom later” by jesse! (this is……just word vomit at this point)
word count: 1,313
your head rests on his shoulder, and you play with your intertwined hands idly. you hear childe sigh softly, his breath stirring the strands of your hair. it is truly beautiful, you muse, eyes trained on the horizon as gold starts to sweep over the picturesque mountains of liyue, indigo sky gradually lightening to a periwinkle.
fog hangs lazily around the peaks, and a chill settles in, but it only serves as another excuse to snuggle closer to childe.
if you only you could spend all your mornings like this, basking in your lover’s presence as the citizens of liyue slumber, the rumble of conversation hushed as the city stands still and tranquil. alas, childe’s duty is, first and foremost, to the tsaritsa, a pursuer of strength and prestige.
“what’s this?” you inquire, breaking the silence as you fiddle with the silver ring that adorns his finger.
“hm?” childe looks down, shrugging off the lingering daydreams that cobweb his thoughts. “ah, it’s nothing special, just an accessory to me really.”
you hum absentmindedly in response, momentarily distracted by a flock of chirping birds flying across the rising sun, creating a scenic silhouette.
*:･ﾟ✧ nothing much, just me describing how diluc, kaeya, childe and zhongli kiss. this piece is mostly just me trying to practice how to write kisses.
tw: slight suggestive themes, swearing, character story spoilers for childe, zhongli
✧ Diluc Ragnvindr
• A tentative flame-you don’t know whether it would spark and rise up in flames or die out in smoke, leaving nothing but a charred mess. That’s how Diluc is. You know he wasn’t good at this and he’s both thankful that you’re patient enough and annoyed that he couldn’t even muster a single kiss. At the start of your relationship, he is like a flame on a matchstick during a snowstorm. He burns but with how cold the world is, he fights to survive. With you, you are the closed space that blocks the harsh snow. You are the hands that cradle his flame ever so gently. He may be the one with the Pyro Vision but you warm his cold heart.
• His lips are slightly chapped but you’ll be lucky when you catch them moist, tasting of wine when Diluc taste tests new wines. When you do catch him with wine-flavored lips, you would press your lips against his with an excited grin on your mouth. With your sudden kiss, Diluc had to open his mouth to emit a gasp as you took the chance to slip your tongue inside his mouth. The taste of wine was stronger, your tongue slowly gliding over his own just to taste the sinful beverage. Your hands would grasp his shoulders, massaging the muscle that’s been way too tense. You think that you have surprised him from your impromptu kiss but Diluc is just as passionate as you are.
• Reaching around your back, he pushed you closer to him, chests bumping against each other as he began gaining control. He tilts your head, his ruby eyes staring at your surprised ones. He parts for a chance to breathe before diving back in to claim your lips again. The wine he tasted was still present on his lips but, combined with your taste, he was already getting drunk on the flavor. His nose nearly brushes against your cheek as he hears you mewl from his sudden outburst. His hands roam around your back, leaving warm tingles across your skin despite the layers of clothes. Before you two part for the next breath of air, he whispers into your lips how cheeky you are, his breathless voice making you swoon.
“You truly test my patience, love. Don’t think that I will back down once I’m through with you.”
