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anya, 21, she/her, sfw genshin writer
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Anok Yai as the VETEMENTS runaway bride â closing Spring/Summer 2025 Show
⚠࣪ Ë SAVED NUMBERS
summary: youâre not the only one trying to keep it together (conversations over the phone) based off this scene from summer strike. characters: alhaitham, kinich, childe notes: fluff, teasing, mention of anxiety in kinichâs, wc: 1.3k
alhaitham
A sudden pattern of musical chimes sliced through the silence of the dark bedroom.
Automatically, a cathartic groan and yawn escape from your mouth as you blindly manoeuvred your hand across your nightstand, finally seizing the source of the irritating noise. A tap of your finger revealed the time and responsible caller.
âIs he crazy?â you abruptly sat up, roughly rubbing your eyes as if it there were some kind of mistake. âItâs 4am, for goodness sake.â Nevertheless, your finger swiped to answer the call, sinking yourself back into the warmth of the thick blankets and pillows and holding the phone close to your ear.
âDo you know what time it is?â you drawled, switching your attention from the ceiling to the phone.
âI couldnât sleep,â came a breathy reply, those three words fluctuating in audibility. A faint hint of laughter. âBut to answer your question, yes I do. Itâs 4:06am.â
His voice is tender and doused in fatigue, a rare state to find the illustrious scribe. Gentle rustling of a comforter and indistinct breaths over the line. How close was he holding the phone? As if instinctual, you raise a hand against your lips to suppress any traces of nervousness and regulate the rapid beating echoing in your chest.
âYou havenât fallen asleep yet, have you?â he asked albeit suddenly, the sounds of movement halting.
You turned over and pulled the blanket to signify your consciousness, clearing your throat. âNo,â then smiling as you added, âdoes my absence go as far as to completely disturb your precious sleep?â
Despite the cool emptiness of the night, the momentous distance that separated you both felt unimportant and forgotten. âYouâre so bold.â Imperceptible traces of adoration intertwining within his voice, âbut youâve never been wrong when it comes to me.â
⚠࣪ Ë SAVED NUMBERS
summary: youâre not the only one trying to keep it together (conversations over the phone) based off this scene from summer strike. characters: alhaitham, kinich, childe notes: fluff, teasing, mention of anxiety in kinichâs, wc: 1.3k
alhaitham
A sudden pattern of musical chimes sliced through the silence of the dark bedroom.
Automatically, a cathartic groan and yawn escape from your mouth as you blindly manoeuvred your hand across your nightstand, finally seizing the source of the irritating noise. A tap of your finger revealed the time and responsible caller.
âIs he crazy?â you abruptly sat up, roughly rubbing your eyes as if it there were some kind of mistake. âItâs 4am, for goodness sake.â Nevertheless, your finger swiped to answer the call, sinking yourself back into the warmth of the thick blankets and pillows and holding the phone close to your ear.
âDo you know what time it is?â you drawled, switching your attention from the ceiling to the phone.
âI couldnât sleep,â came a breathy reply, those three words fluctuating in audibility. A faint hint of laughter. âBut to answer your question, yes I do. Itâs 4:06am.â
His voice is tender and doused in fatigue, a rare state to find the illustrious scribe. Gentle rustling of a comforter and indistinct breaths over the line. How close was he holding the phone? As if instinctual, you raise a hand against your lips to suppress any traces of nervousness and regulate the rapid beating echoing in your chest.
âYou havenât fallen asleep yet, have you?â he asked albeit suddenly, the sounds of movement halting.
You turned over and pulled the blanket to signify your consciousness, clearing your throat. âNo,â then smiling as you added, âdoes my absence go as far as to completely disturb your precious sleep?â
Despite the cool emptiness of the night, the momentous distance that separated you both felt unimportant and forgotten. âYouâre so bold.â Imperceptible traces of adoration intertwining within his voice, âbut youâve never been wrong when it comes to me.â
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⚠࣪ Ë HEY, HANDSOME
summary: youâre shameless with your antics, and he hates loves it. characters: kinich & wanderer notes: fem + flirty reader, relationship is not established, but youâve known each other for a while, wandererâs is super short and messy bc i didnât know how to execute my ideas well, wc: 580
kinich
âAre you free next week?â
Kinich glanced up from the base of the tree to where you sat casually on one of the thick branches. Sunlight streamed through its delicate leaves, spilling onto your hair, casting a familiar shadow he breathed in the first time you two met.
He raised a skeptical eyebrow, eyeing you with suspicion. âWhat do you mean?â
âWhat does she mean!? Are you STUPID-â
A momentary flash of yellow and green materialised for a split second, not without the usual explosive expressions, before being promptly booted with the irritated flick of Kinichâs right hand.
âStop smirking,â he sighed, not coming out nearly as stern as he intended. âOut with it, and come down; my neck is starting to hurt,â he continued, turning away, trying to seem as composed as possible. Not now; he cannot be succumbing to nerves and sweaty palms. Why was his mind so foggy? Absolutely no helpful excuses formulated in case he faltered any further.
You let out a disappointed huff. âFine,â Kinich could almost sense the roll of your eyes from the back of his head. âMake sure to catch me.â
âWait-â
It happened in a split second, his arms subconsciously reaching out as you slipped down with no hesitation.
Almost instantly, words of disapproval (which included his typical empty threats that he seemed to forget within the next ten minutes) bombarded your ears as one arm held you from the back of your knees, another supporting your back. âImagine if I didnât catch youâŚyou need to think before you do thingsâŚâ
âBut you did either way,â you shrugged nonchalantly at his frustrated face, enveloping an arm around his neck to rest your chin on his shoulder. âSoâŚyou free next week?â you whispered conspicuously, adjusting yourself to face him properly. âIâm running out of ideas for commissions, you know?â
And you swear youâre hallucinating. You swear you might actually be delusional.
âWhat if I told you,â he mused at the intimacy of the shared closeness. âThat you never needed the commissions for my attention in the first place?â he responded, holding back a smile.
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a/n: bcs childe would absolutely benefit from dating a lawyer (also a repost from one of my other accs!)
âfinally!â childe exclaims, fist-pumping the air as he hops to his feet. âi was starting to think youâd all forgotten about me.â
tartaglia aka the eleventh harbinger aka childe had been the subject of multiple meetings youâd attended in the last few days. with him finally in custody, immunity void, everyone wanted their pound of flesh.
you roll your eyes, nodding your head for the guards to open the cell. âyouâve only been in holding for three hours.â
âthree very long, very boring hours.â he briefly stretches his arms above his head, rocking on the balls of his feet as he blinks down at you. âso i take it youâre my lawyer?â
âthat's correct,â you confirm, telling him your name and stepping back as the guard cuffs his hands, shoving him forward as his partner leads the two of you down the hall. you pretend not to notice as the harbinger studies the manacles, smirking as if heâs already figured a way out of them.
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50% YOU AND ME
summary: you two as parents
characters: alhaitham, diluc
notes: gn! reader, fluff, diluc is noted to have a daughter (alhaitham one isnât specified), wc: 600.
alhaitham
unknowingly spoils his child. both behaviour-wise and financially. which, perhaps, makes the sentiment even more sweet. his tender actions donât match the sharp words of warning that frequently spill from his lips, diminishing like a blown candle from faltering disappointment. no, heâs most definitely not smiling, let alone smirking from behind his palm!
the one to wake up your child through the late hours of the night to give them a dose of medicine when theyâre sick, despite his preference for getting a full eight hours of quality sleep. âi donât want to deal with your grumpiness in the morning,â he claims when you volunteer. itâs half true, but wouldnât it be a thousand times more efficient and straightforward if he could just say that he just didnât want to see you disturbed from your beloved sleep? overworking was something alhaitham could not easily allow.