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reverse au scenarios [ diluc, childe, scaramouche, xiao ]

prompt: in which you're the popular one and the genshin character is nothing to you but a fan of your work, but hey, he can dream, right? characters: diluc, childe, scara, xiao w/ a gn!reader a/n: each guy is a different au ;;; technically a modern au! :D omg i had to cut myself off on diluc's part i think its such a cute idea. might do a pt. 2 with some other characters but no guarantees

diluc

-> you're a painter and diluc cannot get enough of your work.

diluc takes a liking to your work when he arrives at the newest local museum art exhibition. born into a high-class family of wealth and prestige, diluc's father was determined to instill a love of the arts within his only son. it worked and, even shortly after his father's death, he finds himself wandering down the sleek halls of his favorite hometown city museum, navigating through the crowds of people who arrived to view your art.

as one of the youngest artists to actually obtain their own exhibition in one of the nation's most prestigious art museums, the arrival of your artwork to the museum's walls has drawn the attention of many, including diluc. he knows little about you, yet the moment he stands before one of your pieces of work, he feels transported to another world. it isn't until he feels the presence of someone looking at him with curiosity that he snaps out of his daze.

"do you like the artwork?" they ask with a tilt of their head. "you look as if you've seen a ghost."

"it... speaks to me," diluc says softly, eyes flickering between the intruder and the art.

"oh? pray tell, what exactly lures you in with this piece?" they ask with a smile and, much to his own surprise, diluc finds himself drawn in by the person in the same manner that the painting does. a sadness sparks in his heart as a third person interrupts his conversation, but when he hears the name of his talking partner fall off the third person's lips, he realizes that he has been speaking with you all this time. heat flushes to his cheeks, but before he can say anything else, you're whisked away to another part of the exhibit, flashing diluc an apologetic smile and wave.

as his heart beats rapidly in his chest, diluc makes an impulse decision to buy the painting before him from the temporary exhibit. when his heart (and the plethora of money in his wallet) lead him to buy more artwork, diluc doesn't mind spending the money. after all, that short conversation with you sparked a flame of interest in diluc. he only hopes that he can see you again, but he also isn't quite sure how to approach you when the walls of his home are adorned with some of your best pieces of artwork.

childe

-> you're an athlete and childe can't help but want to be just like you.

a notification lights up the screen of childe's phone, announcing that you have just won the national championship of your favorite sport. however, childe pays it no mind, eyes fixed solely to the screen before him as he watches you step onto the podium, a bright smile on your face. childe can't help but mimic it as a wide grin breaks out across his face, before being interrupted by the whines of his younger brother.

"i wanna watch cartoons, this is boring." teucer whines and usually childe indulges him, but not today, not when you're competing. tonia seems to understand this and thwacks her complaining brother in the head and tells him to shut up. teucer sulks away, but childe pays him no mind, instead focusing on the way you hop off the podium and walk over to the interviewers.

you and childe compete in the same sport. his ambition to get better is fueled in part by you, his absolute idol, who has never given up in the face of any struggles that might have come their way. if he has a poster of you right next to his bed, that's nobody's business. he might have bought a box of cereal just because your face was on it and he might have begrudgingly ate it, but childe won't say he's obsessed with you. he likes you a perfectly healthy amount, even if his siblings disagree.

maybe one day childe will get the chance to compete against you and show you what he's got, but for now, he's more than happy to see you get your rightful trophies and top every podium as you sweep the competition before you. one day, you'll meet, childe tells himself, interlocking his pinkies. after all, he's never broken a pinkie promise before.

xiao

-> you're a singer on youtube and xiao finds peace in your voice.

with a heart burdened by the various contracts he's taken on over the years underneath his boss, zhongli, xiao's free time is spent looking for something to distract him from the everlasting fatigue that seems to plague his bones. he just... doesn't expect it to come when he's swiping through tiktok mindlessly, absolutely baffled by half the videos that come his way. however, the sheer calmness of a video that pops up on his feed causes him to pause in his incessant scrolling.

you appear on his screen, softly crooning the words to an old love song and gently strumming a guitar. your voice is timeless and the comments praise your ability, yet xiao is... stunned. the video loops at least three times before he finally snaps out of it and moves to your profile, clicking on the link to your youtube page where you actively post. he watches your covers and original songs and xiao feels as if he's been tucked in with a warm blanket and an affectionate kiss to the forehead.

xiao falls asleep with your videos on a loop and nearly panics when he awakens to the sound of your voice still singing the next morning, but calms when he realizes it's just you, as if the two of you are long-term friends. he lets out a relieved sigh before realizing just how weird that is. so, like any normal person, he subscribes to your patreon, downloads your music, and blasts it on the way to work as well. as soon as he's able to use headphones at work, he's playing your music as well.

when spotify notifies him at the end of the year that he's in the top 0.05% of your fans worldwide, xiao realizes he might have a problem. but, a notification pops up announcing your newest concert tour date situated right in his city, and xiao realizes his personal crisis can be dealt with later. for now, he's ready to fight for one of the limited meet and greet tickets so he can tell you just how much he enjoys your work.

scaramouche

-> you are an anime character and scaramouche's darkest secret.

when asked if he likes anime, scaramouche rolls his eyes and scoffs. how could he ever like those childish cartoons? do people really think so lowly of him as to be a fan of drawings? he's awfully haughty in his egotistical responses to people, especially when his time spent off work is watching anime. not just any anime, but his favorite show: a little romance show, in which you're the main love interest and he watches the protagonist hopelessly scramble after you.

scaramouche adores your laugh and the way you feel like a breath of fresh air in terms of characterization. while the protagonist bothers him greatly, he agrees with them on their affection towards you. after all, who wouldn't fall in love with you? you're so lovely and intricately crafted that scaramouche can only wish that you were real. he fills the y/n-shaped void in his heart with a plethora of his merch.

the only people that know of his obsession with you are scaramouche himself and the poor bank associate that called him to verify that it was scaramouche who was spending $600 on imported merchandise of an anime character. figurines of you litter scaramouche's bookshelves and posters surround his computer workstation. when other people come over to his house, scaramouche locks the door to his bedroom, especially when it's his coworkers.

much to his demise, scara's secrecy towards you comes crumbling down one day when he leaves his personal phone out on his desk with its screen facing upwards. tartaglia, the coworker he loathes most, traipses over to scara's desk, paperwork in hand.

"hey, i had a quest-" tartaglia begins, yet is cut off by the ding of scaramouche's personal phone receiving a notification. his eyes wander over to the screen and tartaglia's eyes widen as he sees your face on scaramouche's screen.

"i'll do all of your work for a week if you never speak of this again," scaramouche blurts out as he fumbles for his phone. tartaglia's eyebrows raise before a smug smirk breaks out across his face.

"sure!" tartaglia agrees far too happily and scaramouche worries that this will almost certainly not be the last scaramouche hears of this incident, especially since he's spoken down to tartaglia before for watching the same exact show you star in.

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