I Vibe With You And I Love You For This.

HAPPY ST. PATRICK’S DAY 2023! 💚🍏🥗📗🟢🟩

No!! Not Mr. Narwhal!!

He was a good narwhal, the best narwhal. A hard-working, dedicated young man. A bright mind with a youthful soul. He will be missed.

can we have the birthday boy being presented w a cake

pairing: childe x gn!reader

a/n: this one is for the biggest childe simp i know... @kaeya-kisser

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"did you like dinner?" you ask sheepishly as you and childe clean up the dishes left over from the previous meal. childe glances over at you almost incredulously, as if he's shocked by such a question. it's your first time celebrating your lover's birthday with him as he had spent the last one in the middle of snezhnaya and you worried as to how to make it a "fun" experience, especially without his friends or family to assist in your little celebration.

"of course i liked dinner," childe says, nearly dumbfounded by your question. "you went to the effort of learning a traditional snezhnayan dish. i can already hear my mom telling me to marry you."

"oh," you say, feeling warmth rise to your face as you look away from him. the fact that childe is able to say such things so casually never fails to leave your heart racing. your lover lets out a chuckle at your embarrassed expression and gently reaches over to place a kiss to your temple.

"there's one more present," you say and childe's expression lights up, eyes widening slightly.

"you've already spoiled me so much," he whines playfully. "i'm beginning to think that you're the best present of all."

you dry your hands on the dish towel next to the two of you as he speaks, all while briefly considering throwing the piece of cloth at him for such charming words. childe understands that sweet affections are difficult for you to convey, but the way he's able to just... croon all of his with ease never fails to leave you a flustered mess (and the asshole knows this, never failing to take advantage of it.)

you let out a hum at his words. "of course i'm the best present of all, i'm me," you huff petulantly, but the sly smirk on childe's face lets you know that he can see directly through your false bravado. you ignore his cocky grin and move to the fridge before pulling out the last surprise you have left for him: a birthday cake. the cake is covered in blue buttercream frosting. in a darker shade of blue and grey rests a nice image of a narwhal on top, wearing a red and pink party hat.

you hadn't trusted yourself to do such nice frosting art by yourself, so you turned to the local liyuean bakers, who were more than happy to bake the cake with the amount of mora you nearly threw at them in return. as you turn to face childe, holding the cake carefully in your hands, you watch as his expression lights up at the sight of the cake before a wholehearted grin appears on his face at the sight of the decorations on top.

"put the cake down," he says urgently, causing you to look at him with confusion. nonetheless, you heed his orders, setting the cake carefully on the table next to you. the second it is out of your hands, you feel childe's strong arms wrap around you in a nearly bone crushing hug. before you can giggle at his actions, childe leans in even closer and presses his lips against yours. the kiss is rather harsh as his mouth explores yours almost desperately. the harbinger holds you close and, as his hands begin to roam, you realize it’s up to you to break the kiss before childe forgets about the cake.

childe looks at you with flush cheeks and a pout, doing his best to give you pleasing eyes. however, you don’t give in, instead brushing him off with a light smirk.

“i have to sing you happy birthday!” you exclaim, pulling away to find some birthday candles in the cabinet. childe reluctantly lets you go, yet he can’t bring himself to pout as you stick three candles in the cake and light them.

“i’m turning three?” he jokes, only for you to nod in response.

“yup! my favorite three-year-old and his little narwhal cake,” you tease, only for the wholly adult harbinger to look at you with narrowed eyes.

“hey,” childe huffs defiantly. “narwhals are cool.”

“yeah, duh. i’m not gonna let a dumb animal be on your birthday cake.” you agree with a roll of your eyes. childe laughs softly at your dramatic expression and you clear your throat.

“it’s time for me to sing you happy birthday. laugh at me and i’ll destroy you.” you say, giving him the single warning. however, childe’s eyes light up at the glint of a challenge.

“oh? i wasn’t planning on laughing, but if that means you’ll spar with me...” he begins, glancing at you expectantly.

“no, i’ll just shove your pretty face in the cake,” you grumble, only for childe’s eyebrows to raise.

“oh, you think i’m pretty?” he teases, only for you to look at him blankly.

“sure,” you say and the harbinger feigns indignation at your words. “anyways, here we go. happy birthday to you...”

as you hum the soft tune, childe looks at you with the most awestruck expression and, as soon as you finish, the man peppers kisses all along the side of your face.

“you’re so cute!” childe coos as he feels the flaming heat of your flustered face beneath his lips. “even cuter than mr. narwhal!”

“yeah, yeah. anyways,” you say, changing the subject despite childe’s arms still lingering. “it’s time to cut mr. narwhal open and serve the cake.”

childe’s expression drops and you lean over and press a kiss to his cheek.

“happy birthday, childe!” you say with a giggle as childe stares at the narwhal cake decoration with sad eyes. eh, maybe he’ll get over the destruction and consumption of his new friend by the time his next birthday rolls around... hopefully.

Please write another part or something, I can’t live without knowing how this ends! 😭😭😭

Part three of the Diluc fic?? Pls I need it

I'm glad you need it, because here it is!

Cue evil smile.

(Part 1 here, part 2 here)

Harsh Words: Tell me More

(Diluc X Reader: Part 3)

Perhaps your avoidance was becoming something of a nuisance to Diluc. Perhaps it was becoming the object of his obsession.

Either way, he was at the complete mercy of the little information he could actually find as to where the hell you had decided to disappear off to for the last ten days. He was certain - more than certain, given how many times he had asked his network - that you had left the city. Not that he could even blame you, really. He knew it was his fault that you had decided to leave. Somewhere deep in his soul, he knew.

But he couldn’t let you go. It was making him ill just thinking about it.

His main lead as to where you were lies in the hands of his very own brother. He knew that the last day he had seen you - a begotten day that refuses to cease haunting him - you had visited Kaeya. He knew that you had gotten help escaping notice from the search for you through him. How funny it was, that even though you were missing, the assigned knights under Kaeya just so happened to not be able to find you. How awfully convenient it was that they had decided to only search within city walls. It was all too telling.

Diluc wasn’t buying it. Kaeya had to know where you went off to.

“Master Diluc.” A voice called to him quietly, rounding the corner of the winery interior with Adelinde trailing behind. He peered up from his desk, quickly collecting the papers in front of him into a single pile.

“Jean.” He greeted back. “Unusual for you to visit.”

“Yes, I suppose so.” She stepped closer to the desk, her actions seemingly careful as she peered at the pages. “I was… well, it was suggested that I check on you. There seems to be some concern over your current state.”

“So Kaeya sent you.” Diluc leaned back in his chair with a low huff. “I’m sorry to have wasted your time, Jean. I’m perfectly alright.”

She was silent. He could tell by the way that she refused to look away that she didn’t believe a word of that. “If I ask you something, will you be honest with me?”

“Perhaps.”

She took a deep breath. “Do you know why Y/N left Mondstadt?”

Diluc’s eyes set into focus, then became hazy with the memories fazing by him. His expression darkened and it took him less than a moment to recognise the monster within himself.

Jean watched the shifts carefully, meticulously.

“My apologies for wasting your time, Jean.” He looked down; Her eyes followed once more to the paper, the perfectly cursive handwriting - his handwriting - was written in blunt, short details, traces of information, and extraneous details.

Every single line about you.

Jean spotted your name, stepping closer to the table once again.

“As the acting grandmaster, I’m sorry to have to do this to you Master Diluc.”

The sheath of metal snapped his attention to her, and his eyes were met with the close point of a blade. “Diluc Ragvindr, you are under arrest for connections to the missing persons case of Y/N.”

Diluc heard the sound of voices outside: More knights. Of course she hadn’t come alone, not when Kaeya hadn’t bothered to show up himself. His mind wandered momentarily; He could take them all out with ease should he select the murderous path. For you, he would.

But for you, for finding you, it would be far more advantageous to comply, and fast.

“If I tell you everything, here, will you let me go?”

Her eyes narrowed, her expression closing in as she considered the words. Then, she sheathed her sword in a swift motion and pulled on the opposing chair, taking a seat. “To be clear, this won't clear you of arrest if there’s still reason to. Start talking.”

And he did. For once, he actually told the full truth.

Diluc told her everything, the entirety of the fight; The escalation when you and him had both doubled down on your opinions of your friendships, the yelling that occurred and his refusal to let you leave. Breakfast, the drinks, and Kaeya. He told her of his suspicions that Kaeya knew where you were, almost certainly. He told her that the morning you fought, and he had hurt you, that he knew he had seriously fucked up.

Jean watched him carefully, her silence a looming presence between them. She reached down and lifted a piece of paper, the one of many on his desk that had details scribbled all over the page in a kind of organisational madness.

“Diluc.” He voice was quiet. “Do you realise the gravity of what you have done?”

He pressed his lips into a thin line. “I don’t know.” If he was able to give anything to stop himself from shaking right now, his honestly was where he could start. He knew he was petulant when it came to his emotions, maybe because he his self-understanding is that of a child.

Emotional repression has its downsides.

“May Barbatos bring Y/N to a safe place.” Jean stood. “Wherever that may be.”

“What are you implying?” He felt like he was going to cry.

“I mean to say, Diluc, that they’ve probably already left Mondstadt.” Jean stepped away from the chair with a sigh. “I will inquire with Captain Kaeya as to any leads regarding Y/N’s whereabouts. Whether that information will be relayed back to you is still to be decided.”

“Jean.” Diluc stood, hand resting atop the papers. Their eyes were caught. “Please.”

She held his gaze for a moment, searching for exactly what she found. “I cannot guarantee anything to you, Master Diluc.” She held the paper she had taken out to him, and he took it back with a somber expression.

Regret, devastation, and an unwavering dedication that told her that Diluc was going to become a problem.

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Jean stepped into the headquarters with an unusually blank expression on her face.

In the foyer, two voices pierced her attention. Kaeya held a piece of paper covered in crayon markings, excitedly talking to an excited Klee who was smiling and laughing at the words which seemed to miss the acting grandmaster’s ears.

“Kaeya.” Jean called out as she approached the two with a steady pace.

“Good morning master Jean!” Klee smiled at her, the brightness bringing a small smile to her own face.

“Good morning Klee.” Jean knelt down and placed a hand on Klee’s head. “I need to speak to Kaeya. Would you mind hanging out with miss Lisa for a little while?”

“Is Kaeya in trouble?” The young girl asks with a frown. It was almost adorable.

Jean chuckles, drawing her hand away. “He might be, but probably not. I have to ask him some questions to find out.” The girl’s expression twisted, and the door of the library opened - Lisa might have been listening in, Jean had determined.

“But mister Kaeya would never do anything bad.”

“I don’t think he did either, but I have some very important questions to ask him. I promise that you’ll be able to see him in a little while.”

“It’s alright, Klee. I’ll be back out in a moment.” Kaeya ruffles her hair with his spare hand.

Klee tugs on his sleeve. “You promise?”

“I promise. Now, go find miss Lisa and I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

“Mm, okay!” Klee smiled and turned around. “Bye master Jean, bye Kaeya!” She waved as she wandered toward the open door of the library. Jean stood back up and peered toward the door, giving Lisa a small nod of acknowledgement before the door closed behind the librarian.

The acting grandmaster turned her attention to the cavalry captain. She caught his eye, and he nodded.

“You went to Dawn Winery, didn’t you?”

She turned swiftly on her heel. “My office.”

The two walked into the office and she closed the door, stepping around the desk as he stood in front of it. Here, they wouldn’t be overheard.

“Diluc tells me of his suspicions that you may be hiding Y/N’s location.”

“He would think that, wouldn’t he?” It wasn’t much of a question.

“Kaeya.” She crossed her arms. “Is it true?”

He hesitated, eyes dancing around the desk as he placed the drawing Klee had done down on it. “Let me explain why I did it before you do anything.” His voice was drawn, soft.

Jean was silent, leaving the floor open for him to talk. He sat down with a sigh.

“Diluc’s behaviour toward Y/N seemed to escalate to a point where it was no longer the best thing for them to be around him. They asked me what they needed to do and I told them to take some time away from Mondstadt?”

“You were trying to protect them?”

“Yes.”

Jeans sighs, sitting in her chair. “I see. This does align with everything I was told.”

“What were you told?”

She eyed him carefully. “He informed me of all the events leading up to Y/N’s disappearance. He suspected that you may have been involved in arranging such a thing. It seems to me that that is the truth.”

“It is.” Kaeya admitted.

“And you lied to the knights about this.”

He folded his hands into his lap. “Perhaps I shouldn’t have, but I couldn’t assure their safety if I had done that from the start. The knights don’t have the full story. If someone had told Diluc, then… who knows.”

“That wasn’t your decision to make, Kaeya.”

He pressed his lips into a thin line. “Master Jean, with all due respect, you don’t know Diluc and Y/N as well as I do. He is going to snap when he finds out where they are.”

“When?” She questioned.

“It’s only a matter of time, isn’t it?”

Jean shuffled the folders on her desk and found the one for your disappearance. “Are you going to tell me where they are?”

“I don’t have a choice, do I?”

“You have the choice to lie.” She crossed her arms on the table. “But I wouldn’t recommend it."

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“Master Diluc.” Adelinde placed a letter onto the table, right by the food that he wasn’t too keen on eating right now. “An anonymous note. Some information about Y/N.”

That got him to look up. “A note?” His eyebrows creased. “Bring it here.”

She hesitated, but followed his command. He took the piece of paper and read over it quickly. His eyes seemed to shine ever so much as his eyes scanned the words, almost frantically, over and over and over.

“Maybe the guild isn’t as useless as the knights after all.” He placed the letter aside and picked up his utensils. “Thank you, Adelinde. I’ll be leaving the winery in an hour. Make sure everything is set.”

“Of course.” She dismissed herself with a curtsey, wandering away.

Diluc let out a deep laugh, one that didn't give him even the slightest silver of a smile upon his face. Maybe Jean was right in that look that he had given her, the one that told him he wasn't in a good mental state. Maybe even Kaeya had been in the right to have her check in on him. He wasn't going to stop.

When he was finally stopped, he ate the entire meal in front of him for the first time in two weeks. He was going to need the energy if he was going to make it all the way through Dragonspine.

But that was neither here nor there.

In the darkness of the early night, your own hands graced a letter, and you let out a curse. It was time to move again.

This is SOOOO beyond the truth!! Spitting straight facts!! ❤❤❤

This.

I don’t know which is worse. Smacking your head at the bottom of a pool or falling through a roof.

Either way it goes, insurance may or may not give a crap. 😀

Omg! Are you okay? :( I hope you’re doing alright, sending all my love and prayers. Make sure to get some fresh air, wear comfy clothes, keep clean, take your meds, hydrate, don’t do any strenuous work! Make sure to rest and eat your fruit and vegetables. ❤❤❤

I’M BACK FROM THE HOSPITAL BABY!!!

I finally had been discharged omg T-T

Now imma feed u guys more content this coming days BUT starting Tuesday I’ll have to leave u guys again :(

I have exams soo yea ahahahaha I hate this-

but its only for 3 days! in the mean time I hope u guys enjoy what I have in store for u ;3

All of these pictures are a whole mood. 😊

Feeling warm and fuzzy inside.

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I used to have a small collection of clip-in bows that my grandma gave me when I was a toddler. I sadly don’t have any of them anymore because they got lost over the years, but this heavily reminded me of that! 😭

10/10 fluff

≪ hairclip obsession (ft. kaveh) ≫

synopsis. kaveh loves hairclips, and what better way to have some fun his special someone than to play with their hair and his hairclip collection?

kaveh x reader

he loves your hair; the crown you never take off. and even if you do, he cherishes you just as much.

kaveh is a renounced architect; fter all, he's the person behind the making of the Palace of Alcazarzaray. he might seem intimidating from afar, yet when you get close to him...

"darling, please..." kaveh whined, trying to get you to let him play with your hair. you let out a small laugh, smiling at how cute he was.

if there's one thing kaveh loves more than cuddles and kisses-- it's playing with your hair.

kaveh smiled as he made braids in your hair, and finished it off with a dazzling emerald green hair clip shaped like roses. you turned around to look at him, and he broke into a grin. "you look beautiful, moon-drop."

he instantly pulled your torso into his lap and buried his head into the crook of your neck, his fluffy blonde hair getting in your face as you giggled at him. he was such a sap.

kaveh has THE WORST attention span in the world. after all, how could he keep his mind off of you?

kaveh was sure that al-haitham would murder him at any moment now.

"KAVEH!! are you even listening to a word i'm saying?"

"i am, i'm just-"

"let me guess: you're thinking about [name] again, aren't you. you practically have hearts in your eyes. i wonder what the sages would think if they saw their master architect this down bad for a single person"

"am i really that obvious? i was just thinking about how stunning they looked in that hair clip i got the other day from inaz-"

kaveh gets a huge amount of inspiration from hair clips from all over the seven nations, and of course, you.

his favorite design was an elaborate greenhouse that had a giant fountain with benches and swings all over the place for public viewing. the fountain? kaveh found this beautiful wave hair stick from inazuma. the benches? there would be plenty of places he could sit and play with your hair. (the academia rejected it because the design was way too big and frivolous....)

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 Mix of 2, 3, and 8 today!

Which wisp are you today?

(I seem somebody else on my main page do this and got curious. I don’t know who any of these people are. Somebody please let me in on what’s going on-)