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To reach you is a dream of man

He couldn't take his eyes off you.

Smiling at the Humanoid Typhoon, you laughed with him. Him. That stupid needle noggin'. Wolfwood's head was on the counter of the bar holding his drink like it would run away the moment he released his death grip on the glass. The bartender noticed his sour mood, but that's nothing new to them. Every once in a while a depressed Patreon comes in and drowns themselves in their sorrow thinking alcohol would help them. Wolfwood was no different right now. He knows for sure Roberto noticed his longing gaze on you as you warped a hand around Vash's shoulder, laughing cheerfully and the blond brings his drink next to yours making a *clank* sound.

Vash just seemed to make you smile so easily. Why couldn't he be the only one to make you smile? Well… he does. Wolfwood's eyes have a spark in them remembering the time he made you laugh. Oh, how he would love to hear that sound again. Your laugh was precious.

Wolfwood smoked up a storm, as usual, one night. Sitting down in the sand and lighting a cigarette, he saw a figure sit down next to him. He knew it was you. He could never mistake you for someone else. Your aura had something special that instantly calmed the raging demons inside of him. He didn't turn to you, only looking ahead of him. Everyone was asleep. Meryl was asleep in the truck with Roberto and Vash was on top of the truck, snoring loudly.

Why didn't you just go to sleep?

Why must you bother him with your presence?

The moment you're close to him he wants to hold you close to him.

Cage his arms around you, bury his nose in your hair as your smell envelopes his entire being.

He had to restrain himself. He just quietly enjoyed your presence. This was enough for him.

You stared at him and Wolfwood felt like one of his strings are about to break and just kiss you right then and there. You moved closer to him and spoke.

„Wolfwood, why are you always awake so late at night?“ You questioned. Oh, how he loved the gentle way your voice would sound when you called out his last name. Oh, how he wished you would call out his first name the same way.

„Can't sleep. What about you though Stardust? You're always out like a light the moment the moons appear in the sky.“ You chuckled quietly. Wolfwood felt his pride grow at your chuckle. He was the one what made you do that, not him. Not that outlaw.

You looked at the sky and laid down from your sitting position. You stared at the moons at the sky. „I just… can't sleep. Too many thoughts I guess. I thought that all that running we did today to protect Vash would leave be glued to my sleeping bag. But I guess not, my brain decided otherwise instead!“ You yelled that last part a bit loudly. You turned around to see thankfully nobody has woken up from their slumber. Wolfwood chuckled deeply at your worry for the others. God, you could be so adorable, he thought as he finally turned around to look at you. What he saw was something he never saw you do before in his presence. Your face flushed, a beautiful red colored over your cheeks, eyes wide like a deer in the headlights.

„Sorry, I didn't mean to be loud there.“ You quickly said before hiding your face in your hands. No, why are you apologizing? You just gave him the most beautiful image he would keep for eternity in his mind. In that moment he would replay that image of your flushed face over, and over and over again. Oh, how he wished to take your hands away from your face and gaze at your beautiful features. In private, he noticed you don't like looking at mirrors all that much. When he asked about it, you said about not really liking yourself that much but he shouldn't worry that much. But he thought differently. The moment he saw you he thought God sent you to soothe him, to forgive him of all the sins he's committed. You were so beautiful to him. You were gorgeous, pretty, breathtaking, amazing, and all the words he can't think of right now that could describe your beauty. To reach out to you, an angel sent to No Man's Land, would be a dream.

He stayed calm and collected, dragging his cigarette and puffing out a cloud of smoke. „No matter. You don't need to say sorry. Tell me child, what sinful thoughts are running through your mind?“ Wolfwood teased. You shoot up from your laying position immediately and your face flushed again at this statement before snorting. Every time you snorted you put a hand on your mouth, stifling it as much as you could. „You shouldn't hide your laugh like that stardust.“ He said smiling ear to ear, enjoying this rare moment of you two being alone together.

„Hey-„ You started but quickly stopped as you saw Vash stir in his sleep on top of the truck. You lowered your voice as you started poking the priest on his shoulder. „You can't just say stuff like that! Also, I would never confess anything to you, you're a lousy priest after all. Carrying a cross around that's actually a machine- actually laser- whatever gun- it's not holy even in the slightest! Does. *poke* Not. *Poke* Count. *poke* To. *poke* Being. *poke* A. *poke* Priest. *poke*

Wolfwood laughed a deep laugh. You stopped poking him and as you were about to ask what was so funny, you felt his hand grab yours and pull you towards him. You squeaked feeling yourself being thrown over him. You closed your eyes as you felt your cheek hit something hard. As you opened your eyes you saw that you were on his chest and Wolfwood was laying down in the sand. You held yourself up on your elbows as you were about to scold Wolfwood for laying in the sand. His clothes will get dirty! But then again you were laying on the sand a minute ago as well…

As you were about to say something you saw something in his eyes. A sparkle? Light? A small tiny light that you could have missed if you never looked at him. His dark eyes stared right back at you, What was minutes felt like hours as the two of you shared this moment together.

Wolfwood wishes this could last forever. He was so close to you, your bodies touching, you felt so soft and wishes to bring his hand to caress your cheek and bring you closer to his lips. God your lips looked so inviting right now. He felt like the demons that try to eat him alive every day are now telling him to give in his selfish desires. You seem to snap back to reality. You smile at him, flashing that gorgeous smile he wishes he could steal in a passionate kiss and keep it. Only he gets to see that smile of yours. Only he knows how much that smile is worth.

„I'll confess to you. Not my sins, but my thoughts if you are willing to listen father.“ That last word was supposed to come off as a tease but your gentle tone and smile failed to give it any teasing remark. You noticed that Wolfwood didn't have his signature sunglasses on. You never noticed when he took them off. He doesn't have his cigarette either. When did he lose his cigarette? You feel exposed like this but you take a deep breath and stare at Woldwood's awe-struck expression. He blinks and feels you sit up on his slap and he stayed laying down on the sand.

He had to suppress a groan of satisfaction at the contact but he'll ignore it for now.

He grins as he puts his arms behind his head and winks at you. You giggle at this. God how he wishes to hand your hips right now.

„I'm all ears stardust.“ He says. You start speaking about something, something about your day, you fears you've encunted today, fears from the past. But he couldn't hear you. He stares at you. Your eyes, nose, cheeks, eyebrows, lips- he's so hyperfocused on everything that is you right now. You, under the night sky, the moons shining light onto you and the worms above make you look like a painting. Oh, how he wishes he had a camera on him right now. To save this image forever. You under the night sky above him, confessing all your fears to him. Not to a priest, but to him, Nicolas.

A sharp sound of glass hitting the counter breaks his reminiscing. He groans as he sees Robreto staring down at him.

„What do you want scruffy?“ Wolfwood manages to blurt out in his drunken state. Meryl appears from behind Roberto, looking at Wolfwood. She feels pity for him. Her and Roberto (even in their tipsy state) noticed how longing Wolfwood looks towards you. It's pathetic, Meryl said to Robreto. If he can tease and bicker with her all the time, not sparing her of any harsh words he spews out at her, he should be able to tell you about how he's feeling about you. And anyone with a pair of eyes can tell he feels strongly about you. Meryl's eyes noticed the way his demeanor sparks up like a firecracker when you talk with him. She also noticed how he never seems to tease you as harshly as he does her. When you back her up though, he seems to tone it down a notch as you tease him back. You both start throwing playful insults at each other. These moments make Wolfwood smile. A genuine smile from Wolfwood Meryl noticed. Looks like you're the only one that can swipe that shit-eating grin off his face. You poke your tongue out and make funny faces at him as Meryl hides behind your back. The moment you turn around though, taking Meryl with you, she turns around and pokes her tongue out at the undertaker as he quietly growls back at her as Vash tries to defuse him a bit by petting his shoulder.

Back to the present Meryl looks at you and Vash having some type of random convo she doesn't have interest in partaking in. She's too tired to deal with your and Vash's drunk bullshit. But she's also tired of Wolfwood's bullshit. She swipes the undertaker's drink from his hand as he tries to reach back for it only for him to slump back down to the counter.

God that's just a depressing sight.

She pulls Wolfwood back up with her hands gripping his shoulders. He stares daggers at her with the sourest expression known to mankind.

What a priest huh.

„You HAVE to talk to her! Call her up to your room and talk. Do you have any idea how depressing and creepy it is to watch you stare (Y/N) for almost 2 hours now? Big guy handling a machine gun almost double his size but can't handle telling his true feelings towards someone? How pathetic.“ Meryl says as she sways her hips and hands all over the place as she spoke. This awakened something in Wolfwood. Anger. Annoyance he has never felt before.

„I'll show you "pathetic" little lady. I'll SHOW you.“ He stood up from his chair and walked over to where you and Vash were sitting. He stares at you and Vash as you both don't notice him at all, too caught up in your conversation.

Oh how he wishes he could blow needle noggin's brain out with the Punisher.

He clears his throat as you and Vash try to find where the sound came from. You both at the same time look at Wolfwood and you smile brightly at him once your drunk brain figures out who you're looking at.

„WOLFWOOD! Join us~ me and Vash were just talking about you hehe~“ You and the blond giggle at each other as Wolfwood stares blankly at the two of you.

„Yeah! Come have some fun! You always have a frown imprinted on your face, I bet (Y/N) could help replace it witha smileee~ Your smiles are JUST the best“ Vash says as you hit him playfully on the shoulder telling 'him staaawppp it Vashhh'.

Wolfwood thinks he might hurl at this sight.

He shakes his head as he remembers the reason why he's here. „You're coming with me stardust, we need to talk.“ He takes your hand and you whine and wave back at Vash. He drags you through the bar and through the hallways of the Motel you're staying at. You stare up at him thinking what the hell has gotten into him. Your wrist hurts too. You hiss at the pain at some point and Wolfwood stops immediately. How dare he treat you so harshly when all he's been doing in his mind was worshiping you?

He pulls you up but never lets go of your hand. You both walk together until you reach the room he's staying at. He lets go of your hand to unlock the door letting you feel a bit empty with the feeling of his warm hand over yours. When he unlocks the door he leaves the door open for you. You chuckle as you enter his room. It's a small room. But honestly, with sleeping out so much in the desert this is a luxury. The undertaker walks past you to turn on the lap as you sit on the edge of his bed. You wait as he takes off his sunglasses and his suit jacket off. You felt your cheeks warm at the sight, seeing him only in his gray shirt without his glasses. It felt domestic in a way. You felt the bed shift as he sits next to you. There's only a small distance between you two. He head hung low and staring at the floor he didn't know what to say.

There was silence for a while until he spoke.

„Stardust, remember the night when you confessed your fears to me?“ You nod, and he continues. „That night I think I finally realized I couldn't take my darn hands off you. I craved your presence. I hogged all of your attention that night and I was drunk on it. I was… drunk on you in general.“ He laughs deeply as you felt your cheeks warm up. „Every time darn time that stupid needle noggin' is with you I want to rip his head apart with my bare hands. You give so much to him and he makes you smile so easily and I wish i could make you smile the same way he does and I-„ He stops as he sees your smile. A smile he saw before. The same smile he saw on that night. He suddenly felt embarrassed to continue on.

He stared at the floor for what seemed like minutes until he felt something soft touch his cheek and turn him to look at you.

Your hand.

Your soft hand touching him with your own will.

You scooted closer to him. He felt your hips and legs touch his and he felt a shiver go through him. God he craves you so much you have no idea how much torture it is for him not to touch you back.

You closed your eyes as you connected his forehead with your own. His breath hitched. „I love you Wolfwood. I have for a long time now actually. Ever since I met you with the crew.“

The undertaker touched his hand with yours that was resting on his cheek. „Don't… you like needle noggin'?“ Wolfwood questioned. You detached your forehead from his and stared wide-eyed at him. And then you started laughing. Wolfwood deadpanned at this and you apologized.

„Me and Vash? No! We're just travel companions. We know each other for a long time but we have more of a sibling relationship. Nothing romantic.“ You explain as you saw Wolfwood exhale loudly relieved. You chuckled at the exaggerated reaction. There was a moment of comfortable silence. You didn't notice his hands sneaking toward your waist. You felt his hands grab you and hoist you on top of him.

You blushed crimson red as you stared at him wide-eyed. Oh, how he loves that look on you. Only he could trigger such a reaction.

„Wh- Wh-„ You started and Wolfwood hushed you. You felt his hands bring you closer to him until you felt his warm breath hit your face. „What are you doing…?“ You asked so quietly that if Wolfwood didn't bring you closer your words would have been left for the wind to take. He was a greedy man and he wanted every word you spoke to be stolen by him alone.

„I have something to confess to you Stardust.“ He stared at your eyes and then his eyes flickered to your lips. You slowly got closer to his lips. He could not wait any longer. No. He finally has you. The demons within him need to be fed.

He put his hand behind your neck and pulled you into a kiss. He was desperate, moving his hand from your neck to your hair to his other hand keeping you laid on top of him. He bit your lower lip as you gasped and he stole that opportunity to deepen the kiss he so desperately wanted for months. He wanted you for months and he can no longer keep his hands off you. He can't even think about being away from you. No longer was your presence alone enough to satiate the hunger in him. He wanted all of you. Everything you could offer to him. Please, give your everything to him. He's lost so much, all he needs is you. Please, don't leave me is all he's thinking about as he kisses you feverishly.

Your makeout session comes to hold as you both depart trying to find your breath. You lay on his chest as you close your eyes hoping for a bit of rest. Wolfwood chuckles breathlessly. „I haven't even confessed yet my angel.“

You look up at him with half-lidded eyes. „Didn't you basically „show“ how you felt.“ You pout. The man underneath you laughs as he cups your face with his hands. He looks up at you with hope in his eyes. Gorgeous black eyes now have light in them.

„I love you. I love you so much (Y/N).“ He kisses you again. „The amount of times I thought about you are endless. Every waking moment to the moment I close my damn eyes I can't stop thinking about you.“ This time you pull him by his shirt collar and he makes a surprised *mmmphh!*. When you relieve him he opens his eyes to see yours filled with tears. For a moment he's shocked and reaches his thumb to wipe your tears away. You hug him.

„I love you too, Nicolas. I loved you the moment we met. I love you, I love, I love you!“ You cheerfully chant. Wolfwood hugs you and pulls you down and rolls the both of you to his side. He buries his face in your hair and kisses the top of your head. You're pressed up against his chest and close your eyes. You fell asleep in his arms. The comfort of his smell and frame lull you to sleep. He holds you tighter and he repeats your words over and over again. He cannot believe that a man like him that killed so many now holds the love of his life so close. So, so close. He finally falls asleep smiling.

Granted his wish of calling him by his first name, Nicolas.

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He's gone, sir... | Kaebedo

Summary: Albedo tries to deal with his grief

Ship: Kaeya x Albedo Genre: angst Warning(s): death, grief

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“Sir Albedo. We come bearing news.” Knights entered the scientist’s room, their breathing faster than usual and much, much deeper. The looks on their faces said more than enough for the man to know their news was going to be less than pleasant. “We just got a message from the battlefield. Sir Kaeya… He was wounded in the battle of Dragonspine. The apothecaries and midwives put their best efforts in and-”

“Cut to the chase, Lawrence. Don’t beat around the bush.” Albedo tapped his foot against the floor and brows furrowed. His gaze dug into the knight’s soul, aching to hear the news as quickly as possible. Sir Lawrence stared at his companion and then back at Albedo. His throat tightened as he attempted to speak, seemingly losing all the words he wanted to say.

“He’s… He’s gone, sir.” A deadly silence fell over the entire room. The men stared at one another as the alchemist processed what was being said to him. The slightest shake became visible from Albedo’s hands as he turned around from the men leaning onto the table in front of him. Lawrence and his companion took this as their queue to leave, seeing as the alchemist needed a moment to himself to process the situation.

He stood there, staring into one point as the life he had experienced with Kaeya rushed through his mind like a short motion picture film. He understood death very well, both what happens before, during and after to the human body, yet the one thing he hadn’t felt until now was the feeling of grief. He didn’t understand what to do. His rational thinking explained everything factual, everything objective and yet, he didn’t understand any of it. Grief was explainable, sure, but could he really handle it just by explanations? Albedo leaned onto his elbows, holding his head in his hands, hoping to calm down the storm. Moments passed before the alchemist heard a soft knock on the door of his room.

“Albedo…” The soft voice spoke from behind the door. It was Lisa, the Mondstadt Librarian. “May I… May I come in?” The man stood up properly yet did not turn around to face his colleague. Due to the lack of answer Albedo provided, the librarian enter with caution. She wanted to check up on him, not knowing how someone like him would react in a situation like this. “Albedo… I want you to know it’s going to be OK. Grief is a normal feeling. I know you haven’t really felt anything like it before, but we’re all here for you.” A silence filled the room once more. She knew he was listening to her. “Listen… If you don’t want to talk it out with any of us, I’ll leave this self-help book from the library. Maybe books will help you more than our words can.” Lisa laid the book down on the table beside him, leaving the room in haste. Everyone was worried for him but knew that he would never tell anyone what he felt because… well… he himself didn’t know what he felt.

Once Albedo came to terms with his thoughts, he let out a sigh opening the book Lisa had left for him on the table. She was right. He didn’t know how to deal with what he felt and if anyone can help him process it, it would be books. He opened it to a random page, wanting to try anything to make the lump in his throat go away.

‘Not all people grieve the same and some might find it difficult to pinpoint their feelings and put them into words. When one finds themselves feeling like this, a different form of expression is often recommended to get those unwanted feelings out. (example: writing, knitting, painting, baking, song-making…)’

Albedo paused for a moment. It seemed like the stars aligned perfectly for that to be the first page he opened up. That, or the dog ear fold Lisa had previously made left an indent in the page which helped open said page, even if he didn’t necessarily want to. Once more, he sighed and closed the book. He looked around the room for his pallet and brushes while setting a canvas up onto the easel in the corner of the room. They caught his eye in an instant as if illuminated. He reached for them both but paused for a moment, a soft shake very visible on his hands. His mind began to race again. Quickly, he grabbed the supplies and began his work without a second thought. He couldn’t wait a moment more. Albedo placed soft strokes along the canvas, picking his colours exactly. He needed to capture the beauty and greatness of his reference. And yet… And yet he knew nothing could replace him. Nothing could replace Kaeya. Not him, nor how he made Albedo feel when he was alive. But still… What made him so special? He was nothing more than a friend to Albedo. Never, when he was still here did he see him… no… allow himself to see Kaeya as anything more. He was a human. He had a limited life span. He would have died sooner or later either way and Albedo prepared himself for this, he really did. Mentally, he knew and prepared. But emotionally… the alchemist never thought such a deep and painful emotion could overwhelm him as it did right now. His hands swooshed left and right and left and up and around and painted with intensity and fluidity. Once he came to a stop, he took one step back to admire his piece from afar with great intensity. Every detail, every hair, Albedo remembered it all. The way his natural hair perfectly framed his face and the way he dressed showed everyone what they needed to know about him before he ever spoke. The Kaeya Albedo knew.

Every muscle in his body became heavy and a single tear formed in the corner of his eye, yet his face still showed no emotion. Slowly, Albedo placed his supplies onto the table and turned away from the painting. ‘I really thought painting the cause of my pain would make things better. What a joke.”

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Intimacy | Childe x reader

Summary: Who would have thought that the first time that the fatui would gather up again, was to send off one of their own to the afterlife. And that the first time you would see your partner in months would be now as well. But alas, when you get time, you use it as wisely as you can.

Character(s): Tartaglia/Childe Genre: Fluff Warning(s): mentions of death

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The chime of bells rang through the city during an unusually silent period in Snezhnaya. The only thing you heard around yourself was the crunching of snow made by you and your subordinates who were guarding you on your walk towards your destination. The amount of men you had around you wasn’t huge, about 6 to protect you from every corner, no matter what. Once you reached the cathedral, you ordered your men to stop, knowing they’re not allowed to follow you in. “Farewell, our leader!” Another pair of guards opened the doors for you and you got hit with a wave of the coldness, incomparable to the one inside. ‘So Pantalone wasn’t trying to trick me when he sent me these garments.’ you thought to yourself.

You step closer to the casket, drawing the attention of your fellow Fatui, but only one Harbinger had yours. Childe locked eyes with you, yet the two of you shared not a word before the ceremony would start. You approached Pantalone and Pulcinella to notify them about your arrival and inform them they could start their speech they had planned.

“Greetings Pantalone, Pulcinelle; I excuse my tardiness, ” Pulcinelle tipped his head to signal he heard you, while Pantalone chuckled.

“Well, well, what an honour, greeting us before your little boyfriend. Did you guys get into a fight or something?” Pantalone poked at you, earning an annoyed eye roll from you.

“This is not the time, Pantalone.” Pulcinelle chimed in, countering the provocative nature of the other man’s words in your name.

From that point on, you were barely mentally present in the conversations which were happening around you, listening to Columbina’s singing and stealing glances at Childe any moment you could. Even when the big moment came and Pulcinelle had his big speech about a half a day’s silence for Rosalyne, you couldn’t help but space out. The thought that this was something that could happen to any of you at any moment wasn’t a nice thought and letting it live in your mind was something you weren’t about to let happen. The only thing this could do is weaken your loyalty to the Tsaritsa and with the position you’re in at this moment, something like that wasn’t even an option. It would leave a negative mark on your reputation around the nation, or worse, get you killed for treason. Pantalone and Arlecchino quarrelled lightly over disagreeing views, making you gain a little bit more interest around your surroundings. Tartaglia put a stop to it rather quickly after, however, yet you still kept quiet.

Pierro walked into his position around the coffin, all of you following his lead. Standing in between Sandrone and Pulcinelle, you stare blankly at Rosalyne’s coffin. The long speech about her noble sacrifice began, yet you paid as little attention as you did before, following other people’s movements to blend in. Only once did you break this trend, lifting your eyes up to catch a glimpse of a certain ginger haired boy. Funnily enough, so was he.

As quickly as the two of you look at each other, you look away once more. On the outside, the both of you kept your calm composure, not wanting to cause a scene at such a formal and sad event. It really wasn’t the time for such an act. But on the inside? You couldn’t stop screaming. The whole rush of the travel back and funeral blocked out the thought of after months of time, you hadn’t seen the one person who truly makes you happy. It’s nice to have someone like that in tough times like this.

Quicker than you know it, the moment went by and slowly, one by one, each Harbinger left the building. You stayed behind, wanting to stare at Rosaline’s coffin just a little bit longer. Or maybe, you waited for someone else to come back to you.

“You reckon they’ll make fun of us even more for this?” your favourite ginger boy spoke from the middle of the church aisle. The two of you share a laugh. Meeting in the middle, your hands wrap around each other’s bodies, noses touching. Tooth rotting, sweet smiles plastered themselves on your faces; gazes shared between one another passionate enough to light the room ablaze. A light peck shared; brief, gentle, full of care. It was simple, but all you could ask for after an eternity apart.

The stare if your eyes turns to the equivalent of a pup, staring at a treat it has begged and pleaded for. “You’re the cheer that cures my sorrow, Ajax…” Your voice was soft, sheltering your world in case the outside world wishes to hear your most intimate moments with your lover. His hand lifts yours from around his neck, kissing it on the dorsal side and slowly moving it downwards to your wrist.

He paused momentarily, taking in your beauty with a loving gaze before whispering in a tone mimicking your own only moments prior: “I don’t think I can handle another parting for such a while, my beloved.” Both his hands moved to your waist once, more gripping it tighter, as he placed another kiss onto your soft lips, this time with more passion than before. You reciprocated, not being able to get enough of his taste, his touch, his everything. He was your everything. Even when the two of you had to part for air, Childe didn’t halt fully, rather continuing his kisses down onto your neck, softly caressing it, once kiss at a time. You became weak under his touch. There was nothing you wanted more than him. Your hand travelled up from his neck into his hair.

“Darling… My subordinates…” You pleaded. You wanted more but… “They’re waiting, darling… If I stay any longer…” While Childe stopped, keeping his head buried in the crook of your neck. “The rumours, darling.”

“Let them talk. I want them to know you’re mine.” Though he didn’t lift his head, you could feel the smirk he had on his face.

“Oh shush,” you chuckle, “if everyone doesn’t know by now, that would be their own fault.” A pause was noticeable in your speech while your head turned to the side of you, “However, don’t forget poor Rosaline is still right next to us.” Childe jerks his head up, staring right into the coffin that hasn’t moved its position it was in before.

“Fuck…” he audibly muttered. “Visit me later, love. I am not leaving this at this.”

Your grip on one another tightens slightly, before letting go Childe pecks your lips once more. His hand, however, locks in with yours while walking out of the cathedral. Your subordinates greeted the both of you as the two of you separated.

“Till later, Tartaglia.”

“Until later, (Y/Harbinger/N).”

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side-writes-fanfics · 2 years

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Genshin Impact Masterlist

General Masterlist

Fluff

Brotherly rivalry | Diluc x reader

Intimacy | Childe x reader

Angst

He's gone sir... | Kaebedo

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Brotherly riverly | Diluc x reader

Summary: a little brotherly rivalry is fun, but what’s better is your dickhead of a brother helping you get with the person you’ve fallen head over heels for, even though he wants them too

Warnings: gn!reader, alcohol, y/n slightly drunk, name calling

Genre: Fluff, ngl

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A lot of nights, you were there, at the tavern. Sitting by the bar, chatting to the bartenders, otherwise going unnoticed. Unlike some other residents who frequented the bar more than you, the bartender couldn’t say you caused a ruckus and were a genuinely pleasant customer who ordered simple juices while the rest of the tavern got, for lack of a better word, hammered, barely standing on their own two feet. And somehow, you never really show discomfort being there.

In reality, most of your time was spent talking to your favourite red haired bartender, as was the reason you came at all. Charles was nice, but Diluc and you connected amazingly with one another. Diluc appreciated your presence there as well. After all, it was refreshing to have someone sober there while the rest of the tavern was in complete and utter disarray. People noticed this too. They saw the way you two conversed with glee and shared awkward eye contact which were somehow more than that to the outside eye.

However, another one of the Ragnvindr brothers seemed to take a liking to you. While you visited the tavern, he watched you from the sidelines, taking in your tiniest details. Your hair; your nose, your mouth, the way you talked, the way you held yourself, the aura you gave off. All of it was enticing to him. He wanted you, but he also knew that his brother wanted you too, much more than he himself knew. And what would a brother be if he didn’t set up his brother with his crush?

The next shift Diluc had was a bit different than what he expected. Usually, you sat at the bar already, waiting for him to continue the conversation you had last week. Yet, this time, you were sitting at the side table, facing the door. In front of you sat a blue haired man Diluc knew all too well. Aside from that, you weren’t drinking juice either. Kaeya somehow managed to convince you to split a bottle of wine with him from what it seemed. You greeted Diluc as he entered the tavern but anyone could see he was feeling hurt. Was it your actions that night? Who were you joking, of course it was. But Kaeya left you no opportunity to leave and apologise to him, especially since you hadn’t the intention to be rude towards him. He was a gentleman towards you, leaving him alone would hurt you more than it would hurt him. Hours passed, you two kept on conversing, leaving the three of you to be the only ones left in the tavern close to midnight.

Diluc packed up the tavern for the night, waiting for the last two customers to finish up and waiting for you two to walk home as you did regularly during these days. His excuse was not wanting to let you walk home alone during the darkness of the night, but everyone around you knew it was because he wanted to spend more time with you. However, once he saw Kaeya helping you to stand up and the unusual panic his face was covered with, Diluc knew something was wrong.

“(Y/N)?” His pace quickens towards you, eyes darting around to find the cause of this issue. Looking at the bottle of wine, he knew exactly what happened. You had one too many glasses of wine. The slurring of your words and not being able to hold upright, you were drunk, there was no doubt about it. “Kaeya, you idiot!”

“What!? I just invited them to a drink, I didn’t think they’d be knocked out from one glass of wine!” You see, the issue is that your alcohol tolerance is lower than Crepus in his grave. Six feet under and then some. You drank juice for a reason every time you came here. Kaeya’s presence managed to get your reasoning to slip for just a second, however neither of you really thought one glass of wine would be enough to knock you out of order.

“They never drink wine, Kaeya! Would it have hurt you to drink grape juice!?”

“Yes! It’s disgusting!”

Back and forth and back and forth the two bickered for what felt like half an hour (more like 5 but sh) before reaching the conclusion that it wasn’t solving any problems.

“You lock up, I’m taking them home.” Kaeya lifted you up bridal style but couldn’t even take a step before Diluc stopped him.

“The hell you are! I wouldn’t trust you to lay a finger on them let alone let you take them home by yourself! Besides, it’s not like you know where they live.”

“And you do?” Kaeya asks, causing a silent moment to fall upon the tavern. Diluc avoided his gaze, telling Kaeya everything. “Oh my Archons! You do! You have them wrapped around your little finger and yet you’re too dense to see!”

“Just because I know where they live!? Grow up!” Diluc tries to deny it but Kaeya persits.

“No, Diluc, don’t you see? The whole time they were with me, they kept staring at you. The more frequently you work here, the more frequently they come here. They could be doing a million other things but they choose to spend their time chasing you. And you, you think you’re so sly. Everytime you look at her, your face is redder than your hair. Every time they’re here, you talk to them. Every time you look at them you smile a genuine smile, one I haven’t see you smile in years. You’re in love with them but you don’t let yourself admit that, you dense mule!” Once Keaye finishes

, the two look at each other in disbelief. They both know Kaeya is right, but one of them really didn’t want to believe that he was. “Take them home, please, Luc, and get some rest. You both obviously need it.” Kaeya tansfered you in your sleeping state to his arms, taking the keys from his brother and escorted the two of you out, locking up and putting the keys in Diluc’s pocket. “Good night, Diluc.”

With that, they separated ways. As promised, Diluc carried you all the way home as you had passed out in the midst of the argument that was going on. Although, he carried you to his home, not yours. While he did know where you lived, he didn’t know where your keys were and finding out would have been less than fun as he also had to make sure not to hurt you in the process. Adeline had gotten you a change of clothes and the maids made sure you were comfy in bed while their master did the same. Diluc entered the room where you would be staying once more. His eyes were locked onto you. In his eyes, you really were the pinnacle of beauty and if he had to imagine himself living with one person till the end of his life, he would most definitely choose you. As he was about to leave, a quiet mumble came from your sleeping self. “Luc… Luc…” You muttered quietly in your sleep, drawing him ever so closely to you.

“Yes, my… my dear?”

“Sleep… w… me… Looo-nely…” Your words shocked Diluc, yet he must admit to himself, it was something he wanted. He wanted to hold you close, though he would never before admit that, not even to himself. Slowly, his body moved itself towards you, almost as if he hadn’t any control over it, laying itself onto the bed to face you. He admired your features closely, taking in every detail he could from his angel he had never gotten to see before. Though, this didn’t last very long as your arms stretched themselves out towards him, locking him into a tight hug he couldn’t have gotten out of, even if he wanted to.

And just like that, the both of you leave for a dreamland in one another’s arms.

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Brotherly riverly | Diluc x reader

Summary: a little brotherly rivalry is fun, but what’s better is your dickhead of a brother helping you get with the person you’ve fallen head over heels for, even though he wants them too

Warnings: gn!reader, alcohol, y/n slightly drunk, name calling

Genre: Fluff, ngl

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“They never drink wine, Kaeya! Would it have hurt you to drink grape juice!?”

“Yes! It’s disgusting!”

Back and forth and back and forth the two bickered for what felt like half an hour (more like 5 but sh) before reaching the conclusion that it wasn’t solving any problems.

“You lock up, I’m taking them home.” Kaeya lifted you up bridal style but couldn’t even take a step before Diluc stopped him.

“The hell you are! I wouldn’t trust you to lay a finger on them let alone let you take them home by yourself! Besides, it’s not like you know where they live.”

“Just because I know where they live!? Grow up!” Diluc tries to deny it but Kaeya persits.

“Yes, my… my dear?”

And just like that, the both of you leave for a dreamland in one another’s arms.

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#diluc x reader #diluc ragnivindr x reader #diluc ragnivindr x you #fluff #genshin fluff #fanfiction #genshin impact #genshin #diluc ragnvindr

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hi there, hope you're having a nice day! i'm here to request "you know that i love you, right?" and number 21# with megumi if you're comfortable, please. i wasn't sure if i could combine the prompts so if it's too much, then only the quote is fine. thank you! ♡♡

yes yes !! hope you enjoy

no one has to know / megumi fushiguro x f!reader / modern au

warnings: nothing :)

word count: 980

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“He just seems so closed off,” a girl whispered, completely oblivious to your presence on the next aisle over, “like, don’t get me wrong, he’s attractive, I just have a hard time seeing him as a boyfriend.”

“I know right,” another girl said, “I wouldn’t say no, but he seems really cold.”

It wasn’t like you weren’t used to it, hearing others mutter about how on earth Megumi Fushiguro ended up with cute, sweet you. It may have been true, that Megumi was closed off and a bit of an ass to everyone that wasn’t you, but he had a heart of gold under his façade. His outward appearance and cold demeanor had others assuming he was a bad boyfriend, or just not good enough for you.

But they couldn’t have been more wrong about him.

When it was girls gossiping, however, the topics were rather different. It was usually about how they’d still date him even if he is an asshole, and what on earth he was doing with someone who was the polar opposite. But you and Megumi complimented one another, you were soft and kind whereas he was hard to please and standoffish. You’d taught him a lot, about how to approach other people, and since he’d met you he had actually made some friends.

“I mean, he’s so hot,” another voice said, “even if he is a dick. What makes her so special, anyway?”

The library was not a place for confrontation, but you weren’t listening to another moment of this. You slammed the book you were reading back in place, and whirled around the end of the aisle to see them, their eyes widening once they noticed it was you.

“Oh, hey, Y/N,” one of them said, cheeks a red-hot crimson colour, “how’s it going?”

“Oh, you know,” you said sarcastically, crossing your arms, “just thought I’d check some books out and listen to irrelevant comments about my relationship.”

The other two girls looked between each other, as the clear ring leader huffed.

“It’s just the truth.”

“Wrong,” you said, a little louder this time, “you don’t know the first thing about Megumi, or me, or our relationship. You’re just assuming, like everyone else does, and I’m sick of overhearing pointless conversations about my life and my boyfriend. So, I suggest finding a hobby, because gossiping about a boy you’ll never get whilst hiding in the library is little sad, don’t you think?”

Before they could counteract something, you flashed the fakest smile you’d ever pulled and spun on your heel, ponytail swishing at the action. You could hear them muttering as you left, but you were past caring. They had no right, just as no one else did, and if you could stick up for your precious Megumi, then you would. What outsiders perceived him as was not the boy you knew, when you’re alone in his dorm room, wrapped up in his bed sheets as he’s kissing your face, your neck, your collarbones, whispering how beautiful you were and how lucky he was to have you. You smiled to yourself, thinking about how selfless he was, buying you little gifts just because and putting flowers in your dorm room for when you got back. He was perfect, and it didn’t matter that no one else knew.

That’s just how you both liked it.

“Y/N.”

Your endearing thoughts about him were interrupted with the sound of a familiar, deep drawl. Anyone else would’ve thought his tone indicated that he didn’t like you, but the sound had butterflies erupting in your stomach, because it was him. You spun around to see his brooding expression and hands in his pockets, casually making his way over to you to press a quick peck to your cheek.

“Hey baby,” he said quietly, his guard down slightly as the corridor was empty, “how’s my girl?”

“She’s okay,” you say, pressing yourself against him as you wrapped your arms around his neck, his hands coming to rest at your hips, “I’ve missed you today.”

He chuckled, such a deep and rich sound, and it had your stomach doing flips. Those girls had one thing right, he was damn attractive.

“Missed you too,” he smiled a little, his hands gently rubbing your sides, “are you free now? Lemme buy you some food.”

A smile stretched across your face, his eyes lighting up at the sight of it, and without thinking, you pulled him in to press a kiss to his lips. He stiffened at first, being in a public place and all, but soon relaxed when your fingers met his hair. You teased him a little, swiping your tongue against his for a mere second before taking it away. He made a small noise of disappointment, tilting his head to taste more of you, feel more of you, and pressing you impossibly close to him.

“What was that for?” he breathed against your mouth, a genuine smile curling at his soft lips.

“I love you,” you whispered in the emptiness of the corridor, his face softening at the confession he’ll never get tired of hearing, “you know I love you, right?”

He didn’t respond for a moment, tucking some hair behind your ear and pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“’Course I do,” he said, his voice so soft for you, “you’re my girl, and I love you too.”

With a ridiculously wide grin, you pulled him closer to you, hugging him so tightly. His strong arms wrapped around you, the warmth of him seeping through and warming up every bone in your body, as he pressed a kiss to your neck and rubbed his hands up and down your back. You could’ve stayed there for the rest of the day, against him, warm, safe, and happy. No one knew Megumi Fushiguro like you did.

And you never wanted them too.

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