𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐔

morning light with diluc ? :0

prompt: morning light + diluc warnings: gn!reader, mentions of previous nights activities, references to nudity, fluff

you slowly stir to life, eyes still closed, as the warm rays of sunlight shift onto your eyes. with a grumble, you roll away from the direction of the window and bump into an oddly hard, giant intruder in your bed. your eyes groggily creep open, wanting nothing more than to close themselves and for you to return to sleep. yet, curiosity prevails and you’re met with the thoroughly amused face of none other than diluc ragnvindr.

oh, that’s nice, you think to yourself, eyes fluttering closed. i’ve had a crush on diluc for a while.

before you can return to sleep, a subdued chuckle escapes diluc’s lips and your eyes snap back open in a hurry with sudden realization of two facts. one: this is not your room, nor is it your bed. two: diluc ragnvindr, your best friend and long-term crush, is laying in bed next to you. as memories of the night’s prior events slowly return to the forefront of your mind, you feel heat rise to your face in embarrassment. right. last night, you had stayed past closing at angel’s share, wanting to spend time with your best friend. like usual, he had invited you to stay with him at dawn winery in one of the spare bedrooms, but your typical late night conversation had led to your lips upon his, his hands upon you, and ended with your current predicament: the two of you together in his bed in the morning.

“good morning,” diluc greets you as you stare at him with wide eyes. his voice rumbles with the effects of sleep and you feel an even greater amount of heat rise to your face at the utterly intimate tone his words have.

"g... good morning," you squeak back as your voice is also altered by sleep. amusement and affection swim within the ruby-colored pools of his eyes and you watch as his lips twitch upwards in a smirk. his hand cups the side of your face gently, callouses brushing over the smooth skin of your jawline and cheeks, and diluc presses a chaste kiss to your forehead before sitting up.

"would you care for breakfast?" diluc asks, as if last night hadn't changed anything between the two of you. scarred skin and defined muscles greet your eyes as the sheets fall from his chest and another quiet laugh escapes diluc as he notices your break in eye contact to stare at the exposed skin.

"uh," you begin, staring directly at his sculptured abdomen. "breakfast... yeah... sounds great."

your voice is distant and you realize you're spacing off as you stare at him, so you return your eyes to his. fortunately for you, diluc only looks entertained by your blatant ogling. he nods in return, lips threatening to crack open into a full-on grin, before moving out of bed and standing up. you rapidly avert your eyes from the exposed site before you and, in return, diluc finally breaks out into full-on laughter at your flustered state.

"come on," diluc urges after tugging on a pair of flannel pajama pants. "breakfast is important."

he tosses a pair of pajamas and an old shirt to you as well, sparing you the discomfort of having to re-wear the previous night's old clothes. pink finally dusts his cheeks as you stand up from the covers and, much like you had before, diluc's gaze moves to study the floor rather than you. as you finally shuffle over to him, diluc extends a shy hand out to you.

much like you, you realize, diluc is nervous of rejection. he also fears that you would regret the prior night's events. but, as you interlace your fingers with his, his expression calms and diluc finally breaks out into a full grin, despite the shy blush that dusts his cheeks.

tis childe day, tis childe day!

thankfully, i have not seen any childs slander all day and i am happy about it. honestly the poor boy deserves so much more love </3

- 🕯

childe deserves sm love 😔 he’s going through a lot esp after being the fandom’s punching bag. i mean… he kinda has is coming but.. yknow… he deserves some happiness too since his raging deathflags rlly arent doing anything for him.

protective

masterlist | 1k prompt masterlist | pregnancy series

request: sorry if this is confusing !! can i request the pregnant reader s/o of diluc, kaeya , and childe with the kids of mondstadt/liyue or maybe childe’s siblings acting as their protectors in a way. like helping her down stairs or making sure she isn’t tired from standing. sometimes checking on her or giving her gifts to give to the baby when it’s born because babies are exciting lol. their response being they have to be good sibling and asking to touch their stomach and feeling the baby kick. you can put the loving husband’s reactions to the lil protection squad the reader has unintentionally made lol

pairings: diluc, kaeya, childe and zhongli x female!reader (separate)

warnings: pregnancy

a/n: i wasn’t sure if this was a request for the series or not but decided to put it here anyways because it’s *chefs kiss* 

diluc

“Why didn’t you order your usual drink?” A straightforward voice broke you out of your conversation and you turned your head to the side to see Diona staring at you. Her hands were on her hips and her eyes were narrowed at you. “You always order a Frisky Cocktail but tonight you just ordered water. Why?”

You hesitated to answer the young girl. But by the stare she was giving you, you knew she wasn’t going to let up anytime soon.

“Um, well,” You started, wondering if you could come up with a lie. You and Diluc hadn’t told anyone you were expecting yet but with a deep breath you said, “It’s because I’m pregnant.”

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tattoo artist albedo

kinda wanna write some scaramouche angst lemme go see what offerings the 6k event submissions can provide for me to fulfill this

how about 'if I kissed you, I don't think I'd be able to stop' from the prompt list with our favorite red batman?

pairing: diluc x gn!reader

the first snowfall of the season begins at night. it's rather unceremonious, despite the warm feeling of change it stirs within your heart. a single snowflake falls to the ground, followed by another and another, until the ground is covered in a thin layer of white powder. it arrives quieter than the rain does and will leave far more slowly, but you don't mind.

instead, you brush off the snow on the railing before you and lean your weight onto it, forearms resting against the cool marble. if you had known it would snow, you would have dressed for the occasion. instead, you wear autumnal clothing designed for breezy nights, with snowflakes collecting on the weavings of a sweater thick enough to keep out the dampness of the frozen water.

you let out a huff of air as a test, watching as it forms a faint cloud of vapor before swirling away into the night sky. at the sight combined with the chill that slowly seeps into your veins, you shiver.

"i thought i would find you out here," a familiar voice says, causing you to snap out of your thoughts. you blink owlishly, but don't bother to turn around to see who approaches. you don't need to see the familiar mop of red hair to know that it's none other than diluc ragnvindr. the party that carries on inside appeals to neither of you. you are only surprised that you were the first one to make it to the balcony.

"is that so?" you muse, glancing up at the night sky. the lights of the mondstadtian city, still vibrant this early into the evening, prevent you from being able to see the stars above. perhaps i can dream, however, you think, eyes focusing on the brightest star in the sky that still manages to shine through the veil of light pollution.

footsteps make their way over to you, echoing across the stone tile. diluc stops next to you, just close enough that your arms would brush if you chose to lean onto his shoulder. you don't opt for the romantics, instead choosing to look at him with a tilt of your head.

"do you not have business to attend to?" you ask. despite diluc's avoidance of pompous affairs such as this, he's often too savvy of a businessman to pass up the opportunity for another entrepreneurial venture that the wealthy elites within the halls of these parties provide.

"do you not have duties to perform within the event?" diluc asks in return, tone devoid of any real accusation. his gaze moves to look over his shoulder and back at the bustling party, but returns to you as you begin to speak, glancing at you with fondness.

"i-" you begin, but you unintentionally cut yourself off as you shiver once more. with an efficiency reserved only for mondstadt's most eligible bachelor, diluc immediately shrugs off his coat. your lips tremble due to the cold weather, but the way diluc's eyebrows furrow in concern at your chilled state has any protests dying on your lips.

for once, you let the redhead assist you, remaining quiet as he drapes his coat around your shoulders. he fusses with the collar a bit and you don't fail to notice the way his cheeks turn red. its something that cannot be attributed to the cold weather, yet you avert your gaze and smile softly, not wanting to ruin the intimate gesture.

"thank you." your words are spoken earnestly. his coat is warm, smelling faintly of fresh cedar, and you quietly wonder what exactly its made of to be this comfortable.

"no need to thank me," diluc reassures before clearing his throat.

"ditching the party just to provide me with your coat? that deserves some sort of reward, doesn't it?" you tease, knowing exactly which buttons to press after knowing diluc for so long.

diluc's eyes flutter closed for a brief moment as he lets out an exasperated sigh. it seems that even he has learned over the years as well. his eyes slowly open up and he glances over at you with a deadpan expression. he relents.

"i suppose, as long as it is not anything extravagant.”

diluc’s concession is immediately one he regrets as your expression turns mischievous. the few snowflakes that gather on your eyelashes fail to hold you back. instead, you lean in closer to him, nearly touching but not quite.

“hm,” you ponder. “what exactly could you want from me?”

you already know the answer.

diluc’s gaze flickers down to your lips.

you receive the confirmation you needed. swallowing your own nervousness, you muster up your sweetest smile for him and tilt your head slightly, gazing at him intently. diluc swallows at the intensity of your gaze, yet the smoldering embers of his eyes dare not to look away.

“a kiss, maybe?” you breathe and you watch as diluc’s breath clouds into the air. his lips part slightly and he clears his throat, before lifting the back of his palm up to his mouth and glancing away bashfully.

“if i kissed you,” diluc confesses in a low tone as he attempts to gather his composure. “i do not believe that i would be able to stop.”

“oh? should we test that theory, then?”

under the first snowfall of the year, you and diluc share your first kiss. the only audience is found in the snowflakes that gather in your hair. diluc cups the side of your face gently and his hand warms you more than the coat around your figure does and, greedily, you lean into the warmth, unsure if you’ll ever be able to get enough of it.

❝his crush on you gets exposed…❞

note: gn!reader. do not copy. reblogs are appreciated.

kazuha (万葉)

it all happened past midnight. you, kazuha, and beidou were the only people left semi-awake on deck. your drinking buddies retired long ago, leaving you to handle the captain of the crux and the samurai on your own. which, wouldn’t have been an issue hadn’t the liquor served been stronger than usual

you had no clue where she purchased the drinks. but it was clear she didn’t get them from her supplier. normally, on nights such as these, you’d feel a light yet nice buzz. however, it didn’t seem to be the case at the moment. you were slurring your words, beidou was giggling over nothing, and kazuha was slumped across the makeshift table somewhat conscious

“…ah, young love! …what a fickle thing indeed.” you heard her snort to herself, while you brushed kazuha’s bangs away from his face and removed your coat for him to use as a makeshift pillow

“what are you rambling about this time, eh?”

“hm, i would tell you…” she teased, tapping her lips, “but you first have to swear you will keep it a secret from kazuha and y/n, okay?”

you sat dumbfounded. what in the world did they put for a heavyweight to act like a lightweight after a few drinks? “um, swear? now, what is it?”

“loverboy over there.” she then gestured to the now passed out kazuha beside you. “harbors romantic feelings for y/n but refuses to confess! …s-said something about how nothing he wants to say sound right? which is ironic… because he’s a self-proclaimed poet! …heh, still makes me laugh!”

you gaped like a fish, as you tried to process every single word that past her lips. he likes you? …romantically too? were you hearing things or was this legitimately happening? you were seconds away from fully spiraling if it weren’t for the sound of kazuha’s abrupt loud snoring interrupting you

“and you’re sure he does because…” you were still unconvinced. lucky for you, beidou in the mood to ramble about his supposed adoration for you until you eventually decided it was time you all retired to your private quarters

of course, you didn’t get a wink of sleep. your mind was still preoccupied by what you had just learned. and it only worsened when you woke up to find kazuha kneeling in front of you with his hand atop your forehead. “i-i apologize for the intrusion… but i didn’t see you during breakfast and got worried you had fallen ill because of last night,” he softly explained to you, with a small smile on his handsome face

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Y'know what, fuck this bullshit. I need to know y'all are actually against it.

Reblog this if you will NOT use or support Post+.

I hope to make @staff see how that is total bullshit. Tumblr will die without writers/creators.

eYOOOOO IK I ALREADY SAID THIS BEFORE BUT CONGRATS ON THE MILESTONE !!!!!!! I'd love to make a request for childe but my brain is just in the mindset of "AS LONG AS ITS SFW AND TEN IS THE ONE WHO WRITES IT IM SOLD" which in itself is,,,, not very specific for a request. ANYWAYS GOODLUCK WITH YOUR REQUESTS <333 ROOTING FOR YA

again

pairings: childe × gn!reader

genre: slight angst/comfort

summary: though the two of you have separated, the universe has a funny way of bringing the both of you back together (or, in this case, the tsaritsa)

wc: 1.9k

warnings: swearing (only once i think)

a/n: now, ik you didn’t intentionally put this as a req but i took and ran with it anyway— i think you put too much faith in me 😭 but i hope you enjoy >:)

you can find my masterlist here

sometimes you hated the icy hell that was snezhnaya. the monotonous white of the landscape only served to bore your mind and the constant chills running up your body did nothing to help your already sour mood. at some point you had resorted to playing with your pyro vision, absentmindedly toying with a small flame in the palm of your hand, purely for some form of entertainment.

yes, you concluded. you absolutely did not want to be here. especially not with this imbecilic ginger.

“i can hear you grumbling, you know.”

speak of the devil…

“yeah, no shit. i’m right behind you.”

the man who you now refer to as childe, rather than ajax, heaves a particularly heavy sigh as the pair of you continue to trudge through your home country.

you’d curse celestia for your circumstances if it wasn’t for the the fact that you knew exactly whose doing this was.

your archon thought it a good idea to pair the two of you on a mission to retrieve a stolen artefact but there were several issues with this;

first of all, you had no idea why something as menial as fetching some toy concerned the attention of a harbinger. surely this could’ve been left to the lower ranks? but most importantly, you were even more baffled as to why she had to pair him with you of all people. while it’s true that you were an accomplished healer, that didn’t mean there weren’t any others with twice your experience.

you’d ponder these questions with more scrutiny but you’d be damned if you spent more time dwelling on your situation if it meant you had to stay with the ginger for even a split second longer.

archons, just looking at him and his stupidly long legs carrying him through the snow is giving you a headache… same with the way they seem to accentuate his annoyingly tall figure. and his rather broad shoulders that supported his head of soft hair. and the way that his jaw clenches beautifully in concentra—

hold on, beautifully? that doesn’t sound right.

“—n we can make a fire in the shelter over there.”

ah… you’re being spoken to.

“h-huh?”

childe stops in front of you suddenly, shooting you a look of confusion and you nearly bump into the body you were just fawning over. you had to shake your head quickly in order to get rid of the thoughts manifesting in your mind.

“have you listened to anything i’ve just said?” he questions, daring you to answer with those bottomless azure eyes.

you blink. focus, you simpleton!

“of course i have,” you reply dumbly.

much to your irksome, a gloved hand sits cockily at his left hip. “great! mind leading the way, then?”

a tease.

you’ve played this game with him many times before but you’re certain you don’t want him to find any amusement this time.

it’s no use, though. you unknowingly entertain him anyway.

your legs are quick to take you in a direction that wasn’t even close to what childe had suggested a few seconds ago. you were headed the exact opposite way, in fact.

a smirk slowly makes its way onto his face but you’ve already marched ahead of him, too far away to notice. childe huffs, full of mirth, before he decides to follow close behind you.

being forced into a situation with him like this… well, you couldn’t help but wonder where it all went wrong. you might have been the one to sever your relationship but as soon as the wave of anger resided you found yourself wishing you didn’t. celestia knows how much you’ve tried to distract yourself from the pain, and admittedly you were doing pretty well. that was until now, at least.

memories of arguments resurfaced as you willed yourself to remain unresponsive. if the both of you were less frustrated in the moment, would the two of you still be together? or were the reasons of your breakup too glaring to dismiss?

after all, staying up for nights on end wondering whether or not your partner was even alive wasn’t exactly ideal for your mental health. neither was having to lecture him after dressing many of the unsightly wounds he’d regularly come home with. you could only cope with the stress for so long.

but you couldn’t help but miss him.

the pair of you had wandered for another half hour or so when the situation seemed to take a turn for the worse, the telltale signs of a snowstorm beginning to fester in the skies above. this wasn’t good. you’d both be dead if you were caught in a snowstorm, pyro vision or not.

willing the flame to grow larger in your hand, you looked around for anything that could be used to protect yourselves from the oncoming storm when childe suddenly gathers you into his arms without warning.

“h-hey! what do you think you’re doing?!” you yelp in shock as you flail about in his arms.

“saving our lives,” he quips not even a second after.

shaky arms are quick to instinctively wrap themselves around childe’s neck in order to prevent yourself from falling. he subconsciously responds by holding you closer to him, both as if to prevent you from slipping and to shield you from the bitter cold.

you’re too caught up in panic to notice the quickening beat of his heart.

soon enough, childe manages to find a small crack within a nearby cliff and he swiftly manoeuvres inside with you still in his hold. he shuffles so that his back is pressed to the back of the cave, trying his hardest to keep the both of you as far from the entrance as possible. he slides down into a sitting position and moves you so that you were sitting sideways in his lap- your head resting on his shoulder.

you sit in silence for the next few moments with only the howling of the wind to keep yourselves company. being outside in the frigid cold for so long had sapped your energy and you were about to fall asleep there and then when you felt your companion start to tremble. it was normal to shiver in these conditions but the way his body started to violently shake had alerted you from near slumber.

untucking your head from his neck you looked up at him with furrowed brows, “childe?”

“ ‘s fine,” he grits out through chattering teeth. “don’t worry about it.”

your frown grows. it’s easy to see how the moisture in his eyelashes have caused them to clump together due to the sheer temperature, and it’s even easier to feel how intense his shivers are.

this won’t do.

quickly shrugging off your scarf you begin to wrap it around his neck when his hand catches your wrist.

“i said it’s fine,” he protests, increasing the pressure of his grip.

but you stand firm, “i’m not playing around, you fool.”

“and neither am i, so keep your sca—”

…why was he always so stubborn?

you don’t give him time to finish his rebuke as you quickly wrap the article of clothing around his neck. too worried to care about your proximity, your face inches closer to his to ensure that none of the skin of his neck could meet with the bitter cold.

his breath hitches, caught in his throat, but you don’t acknowledge it.

“i won’t have you dying cause of hypothermia, you brat. just listen to me for once. please,” you whisper the last bit out shakily.

you hate how your voice wavers.

thankfully he relents under your insistence and instead settles back into the wall, tentatively rewrapping his arms around your shoulders.

you can’t bear to look at his face for prolonged periods of time and so you bury your own back into his neck, cushioned by the soft scarf you had just successfully swaddled him in.

there’s nothing for you to make a consistent fire out of and so you resort to heightening your body temperature in the hopes of keeping the both of you warm. you hate this. you should hate this, but you find that you can’t help but nuzzle into him no matter what you beg yourself to do.

but it’s not like he’s pushing you away, either.

silence passes between you once more but the air is much thicker than last time. it’s suffocating; threatening to consume you whole. maybe you’ve crossed the line this time, overstepped your unspoken boundaries.

“you’re doing it again.” childe comments, breaking the tension.

with hesitance clearly on your visage, you look up towards his face.

“stop chewing on your cheeks. you’re gonna hurt yourself.”

a gloved hand reaches out for your face, but he retracts it before you could notice his mistake. a habit, it seemed.

you scoff in disbelief, but the disdain you intended to put behind it lacks any real punch. you reply with a quiver in your voice.

“really…? you’re unbelievable. don’t you dare lecture me about hurting myself. it’s hypocritical, childe.” it didn’t take a genius to pick up on your solemn tone.

childe.

for a split second you think you see a hint of regret spread across the young man’s face but it’s gone the second you look at him again.

he looks at the ground past you, and whispers,“what happened to ajax…?”

“pardon?” you reply, perplexed by his question.

a sigh of defeat leaves his thin lips. childe then pulls you closer to him but with the way his eyes seem so distant you can tell it wasn’t done on a conscious basis.

“i said, what happened to ajax?” he repeats a little louder.

your brows furrow once more, but it was more so due to confusion than worry. “nothing happened, i just don’t call you that anymore cause we—”

“i,” he interrupts as if he doesn’t want you to finish that sentence. breathing in in frustration as he balls his fist, he continues, “i know, just… i just miss the way you used to say my name. forget i said anything.”

and at this, you freeze- eyebrows raised and mouth slightly agape.

as if sensing your shock, childe drops the subject and turns his head to the side away from your astonished face.

what the hell is happening?

with your heartbeat thrumming away in your chest, you slowly let your head fall back onto his shoulder.

a third and final silence settles; this time filled with realisations and unspoken feelings. it settles like the first wave of sunlight waiting to thaw out the fjords of snezhnaya after the long, gruelling months of its unforgiving winter.

childe— no, ajax, chances a glance at you once he’s certain you’ve fallen asleep and he finds that his heartbeat sings in time with yours. they thump in unison, and ajax falls asleep feeling less lonely than before. he cradles you and lets his cheek rest on the top of your head, not before untangling your scarf so that it covers the both of you comfortably.

someday, someday he’d get to hear his name roll off your tongue once again. he’d make sure of it;

and somewhere in the grand zapolyarny palace, the tsaritsa smiles.

published on 27/03/22

i don’t use the elements, kazu-boy. i use other people.