• just some parent fluff for some genshin chara! feat. Xiao, Itto, Kazuha and Diluc! mentions of husband because that way i kill both the husband and the dad brainrot lmao
Xiao
at first, he was even scared to hold the twins. but now, they're such a daddy's girls, and he puts his daughters before anything.
their gestures are so similar to their dad's that you're starting to worry about them converting into mini-Xiaos. they chew with the same calm he does, they have that same way of looking at something with curiosity and interest, and they, for real, inherited their father's energy.
they go nowhere without their dad, and the way the three of you miss him whenever he has to leave for work changes into a lot of kisses and tears the moment he arrives.
"Dad is here!" the little twin says, near the main door, hearing your husband's quiet and silent steps. You're amazed by the thin ear of your daughter, capable of hearing even the silent and measured steps of their dad. The other twin jumps with excitement when she hears what her sister said.
"Is it true, dad came back?" before you can even answer, the main door opens, revealing your husband. His face shows tiredness, and his body seems about to faint, but he manages to close the door and smile to the three of you, kneeling on the floor to let your twins hug him and kiss his cheeks.
"Hi, my treasures." he says, quiet and serene voice as he hugs the girls back under your attentive gaze. He smiles to you from above one of the twin's shoulders. "Hello, love."
"Dad, we missed you so much." one of the twins cries, taking her black hair away from her little face, as the other one starts to pout when she sees her sister crying.
"I missed the three of you so much too, honey." he lets them cry on his shoulders, as his hands caress their tiny backs and she tries to calm the hiccups one of them got. Looking from the corridor, you can't help but smile to your family. You feel way too grateful to have them.
Itto
the baby looks way too tiny on his big hands, and you could never get used to it, even when it's the second newborn your husband holds.
your older son wants to be like his dad, and honestly, the tiny horns that appear in between his messy hair are nothing more than a prediction of the way he inherited all the arataki things he could.
the baby, on other hand, seems to be calm and serene, what can easily change whenever she learns how to walk and to follow her big brother up on trees and exploring under rocks.
"Dad, look, there's a bird up on that tree! Should we help him? He seems stuck!" It's true that, in one of Inazuma's pretty cherry blossoms, a blue bird was stuck with one of it's poor wings between two sticks. You felt bad for the birdie, but you couldn't let your son climb that blossom and risk himself to loose all his baby tooth in one hit. You look around, fixating your gaze on two soldiers that walk around behind you.
"Oh, it's true. We should go and tell someone from the..." your husband's deep voice interrupts you.
"More to the left, buddy, put your arm on that... Exactly, very good!" You turn around, with your daughter between your arms, who claps and cheers on her brother, that climbs the tree way faster than the last time you caught him doing it. Your gaze slowly moves until it stops on Itto's back, giving instructions to your son.
"Itto, I think we've talked enough about letting the kids climb trees, didn't we?" Your husband turns around, giving you a big smile and a quick peck before putting his eyes on your son again.
"No worry, baby, I have him on sight. He has a good technic, and, if he falls, I'll be here to get him and cheer on him to stand up. That's what dads do, isn't it?" with a quick gaze again, and a wink, he goes back to the cheering and the instructions, but you notice how he moves around the tree with your son, always ready to catch him and not let him get hurt. With a sigh, you boop your baby's nose, making her laugh. He might encourage them to to all this things, but he always have their backs. Before you can realize, you're smiling.
"He's really the best dad for you two, after all."
Kazuha
your child has definitely inherited your husband's calm and soft character.
she loves to hear her dad's poetry, and most of the time, she's eager enough to identify that he's writing about you, about her, or about both.
she draws so beautifully that it isn't the first time she has illustrated some books on the Liyue Editorial, and also, her dad's poems.
she likes to sit outside, hearing the wind and drawing, specially whenever his dad has to go back to Inazuma.
"She's outside, and she will probably love to see you came back earlier." leaving a kiss on your lips, Kazuha puts his katana and little luggage on the nearest sofa, walking towards your house's terrace, with you behind him. And there she is, sitting on her usual place, with her blonde hair braided and the red lock standing out of the hairstyle. She has one of the brushes you bough for her on her birthday, and a little ink bowl rests next to her hands. You don't know what she's drawing, but you're sure that the wind has inspired her. You find beautiful how dad and daughter had find such a curious but lovely way to always remember each other.
She desires to visit Inazuma, the place where her dad grew up, and were he took you when he decided to travel all Teyvat by your side, and it's not the first time you've caught her painting those landscapes she only knows by hearing. You would love to take her there, but Kazuha has told you about the current politic situation that they all try to end as soon as possible.
He puts his hand softly on the top of her hair as a silent salute, trying not to bother her, but indicating that he's gonna sit by her side. Their interactions are always calm and soft, they never yell, they always try their best to understand the other. She shows him the piece she has been working on: a beautiful landscape of Liyue, as it can be seen from your terrace, extremely detailed andrattle o all made with ink. Kazuha calls you, so you're sitting by his side.
"I've bought some presents for you on my trip to Inazuma." he takes a little bag from his pocket. Your hand is the first one he takes, leaving a cherry blossom earring that shines with the little sunlight left before the night enters in Liyue. It's beautiful, and you can help but smile and hug your husband. Once you part, you look expectingly to the bag on his hands. It's way bigger, and you smile when you realize what it might contain.
"Is it a Kimono? From Inazuma?" she says, taking the cloth out for you to see it. You smile at your husband with a little nod, as he looks at you.
"We're visiting Inazuma this spring. The three of us."
You daughter looks at you, as if she is searching confrimation from you. You take a red lock away from her eyes.
"And don't forget your brushes. You will surely want to paint the cherry blossoms, hm?"
Diluc
Diluc was attentive before, but it's another world with the two kids now.
he's always there for them, he helps with everything that concerns raising them and making them good humans for the future.
he's the most lovely and tender dad ever, and your children adore him as much as he adores them.
"Wait here, I'll go." your husband whispers on your ear before kissing your cheek, and a second before, your bed feels cold without his body cuddling yours. He always hears the kids before you, and it sometimes makes you feel bad, but he always reassures you.
"I wake up with the sound of a fly, and you're tired. It's alright since, most of the times, it's just a little sound, not even screaming or crying."
And it's true, he identifies fast what the sound was: the pacifier falling from your little girl's cradle, your son moving on the bed with the rattle on his hands, a soft sneeze or a tiny kick against the wooden surface of the bed. Even when he knows none of those sounds mean danger, he prefers to check personally what is happening on the little kids' room, walking silently towards there, messy scarlet hair up on a bun and sleepy eyes scanning the cradles once he's there. But he gets surprised when he finds your son, that took his favorite blanket with him and sat on his little sister's cradle, hugging her wet face as she keeps sucking on the pacifier, hiccups attacking her.
"Dad, I didn't want to wake you..." the kid says, and Diluc takes the little girl on his arms, calming her. "I... I thought that if I helped her the way you help me, she would stop crying because of the nightmare, so I gave her the blanket and sit with her to fight against the monsters of the nightmare."
Diluc's expression softens as he kneels near the cradle, being able to look at his son in the eyes, smiling at him and extremely proud of who he became.
"You're the best big brother she could ask for, and I'm sure she felt way more calm when you went to sleep with her. Dad was tired, so it took a time for me to wake up, but I'm glad you managed the situation this way. Still, you need to sleep, so if it ever happens again, you should call us, alright?"
Diluc tries to sleep the little girl without success, as the girl looks to her brother and stretches her little arms towards him. Diluc sighs and, taking your son in the other arm, he walks again to your bedroom, leaving both of them in the big space that the bed leaves, and lying on the other corner. The sudden contact of your daughter's cold little feet wakes you, turning around to face both of them there, cuddling next to you and hugging their dad. You fall asleep again with a smile.
Dad bod luc! Who will nap on the couch with his sleepy babies as his arm draped over them to keep ‘em all warm and cozy
Dad bod luc! Who refuses to let you talk down about yourself, why? Cause your his and he’ll be damned if you insult yourself. Your a work of art in his eyes and he hopes in everyone’s eyes as well
Dad bod luc! Who chased your lips for a deep kiss to hush you up will he roughly pounds into you, big scarred hands gripping your waist to keep you still
Dad bod luc! Who can’t get enough of the size difference between you. He thinks it’s amusing when you joke about how his dick is the size of thigh, oh how he’ll show you tonight
Dad bod luc! Who’ll take wherever, over the counter of his tavern, his desk, the kitchen table, his length leaving a prominent bulge as he keeps his hand pressed on it to remind you who’s making you feel so good.
Dad bod luc! Who’ll snuggle you in his warm embrace after every round and hold you tightly, his big thighs tangling with yours to keep you close!!
