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albedo, up in dragonspine with a headcold. thinks he can work it off, but the weather isn’t being particularly considerate regarding his current condition.

Dearest Anonymous Writer, I do hope you enjoy this fic I lovingly crafted for you!!! I was OVERJOYED to receive this in my asks and I really really hope you like it!!!!!!! Even though I am bad at writing (especially albedo who may seem ooc, but i tried.) Happy Holidays everyone!

Frostbite

g/enshin snzfic (sick!a/lbedo & k/aeya) (4k ish words)

The frost is extra frosty today.

Even clutching the furry blankets closer to his freezing skin does very little against the cold seeping into his bones; Albedo wraps the covers closer to himself, letting out a small shiver, wholly unwilling to get out of the warm fluffy sheets. At least, for a few more moments…

…

Just a few more moments…

When the ceiling comes into view again, it seems like the room’s gotten even colder, and Albedo’s muscles feel like lead, and his eyelids feel as though an irresistible force, stronger than gravity, is pulling them down.

He has half a mind to close his eyes again and allow sleep to claim him once more.

…

Albedo’s eyes fly open, leaving the world reeling from how quickly light infiltrates his senses, and his mouth opens before he even has the slightest idea why, his mind still slow and stupid from the stupor of dreamless sleep - he’s plunged into darkness once more as quickly as he’d left it, his every thought now devoted to a singular cause - the insane, burning itch that has somehow invaded the very back of his nasal passages -!

“-h-hIH-!”

He wavers, mouth hanging open, nostrils quivering in frustrated anticipation, for just a moment -

“..-h-hiihH-..!”

Before finally, thank the Archons, his nose releases him from the agony - he pitches forward, blanket raised up to catch the messy spray of his sneezes -

“-hIh’ks-Huh-! h’IHKSH-uh-!”

A pause, in which Albedo keeps his eyes squeezed shut, nose still buried in the fur of his blanket, waiting for the itch to summon more exhausting expulsions -

Then the alchemist sighs, a wet sniffle escaping him as he lowers the blank-

“-hiHH’kSHhuu-!”

Startled, he gasps involuntarily, his breaths growing uneven as the itch burns powerfully throughout his nose, which responds with an aching twinge of agonizing sensation pummeling the sensitive insides of his red, twitching nostrils -

“-hiiyyEiiii’kSHhiuu-!! …!”

That sneeze had been particularly wet, and he’s left sniffling furiously, trying to recover his dignity even as his blanket’s hopelessly soiled with the spray of his - oh no, his breath catches as a particularly sharp twinge in his sinuses makes his head rear back, and something tells him that his blanket’s going to be rather worse for the wear after -

“-hhaAHHH’EKkhsh-hIHH’kSShhi-uuuHH-!!”

Hurriedly, before he can sniffle reflexively, he shoves the fur blanket off of himself, all but catapulting himself out of the safe haven of the warm bed, eyes still squeezed shut -

“hhAHh-uhhKKSShhh-!! h’KKShh!!.....”

Albedo swipes at his inflamed nostrils, groaning slightly as he finally has the chance to open his bleary eyes. Ugh.. With a slight sigh he sinks down onto the chair by his desk, a hand rifling through his drawers. He knew he should’ve gotten rid of that fur-blanket ages ago, as it had the tendency to coax a few sneezes out of his sensitive nose every now and again, but he hadn’t exactly expected the itch to be quite so strong so as to wake him up. The alchemist sniffles, fingers finally finding the handkerchief he’d been searching for, and, with a slight sigh, he blows his nose. Perhaps the blanket had accumulated some dust, or something..?

Either way, best not to keep the thing about for now. Albedo sniffles once again, finding it rather irritating how much his nose is running. His throat at this point is starting to ache, which can only be from the chill that’s invaded the entire cave. Hmm.. must’ve been a particularly bad storm.

Albedo frowns, hesitant, as he stares down the offending blanket, its furry exterior evoking a particular itch in the back of his nose. However, the sheer amount of shivering he’s doing is strongly dissuading him from exiting the cave to properly dispose of the thing, and for a few moments he simply clings to his own arms, trying to hide from the pervasive cold.

Oh, not again - his head tilts back, breath catching once more -! Albedo moans quietly, the back of his hand digging at his irritated nostrils, but still he’s helpless to stop the next series of -

“-h-hAHHhikSHH-! h’iIKSh-uhh-! h’iKKsh-HUH-! H’--!! h-hh-AKsHHiyuuhH-!”

A wet sniffle. His nose burns badly. In a rather embarrassing display he blows his nose into the poor, wet handkerchief, and finds barely any relief, as his nostrils ignite with renewed passion.

“Uhh-hhh-! hAAhhHKKHSHHh-!! ha’AKKHShhUH-!!”

As the itch starts to get utterly overwhelming he decides that enough is enough. With one hand pinching hard at his itchy nose, the other holding the blanket as far as possible from his face, Albedo (in a very dignified manner) thrusts the wretched fabric far into the snow.

He breathes a sigh of almost relief, that swiftly becomes a gasp of desperation -!

“-huuuhh-! H-uhh-..!!”

The agonizing seconds stretch longer and longer as his breaths come unevenly.

And yet…!

Every passing moment feels more and more like a letdown, as the itch becomes more of a background hum, as silent as the snowflakes falling onto snowdrifts, yet as present as the chill they bring. Albedo’s hand lowers, taking with it the handkerchief and his spirits. He sniffles, hugging his elbows as he waits patiently, head still tilted upward.

It feels as if an eternity passes with his nose wiggling in the air, nursing the tiny itch until it’s formidable enough for him to finally expel it - and oh, that burns -!

“-hihhh…h-ihh-!”

A small hitching gasp ignites his nasal passages with a brightly burning sensation.

“..h-iihh-…” It’s only a matter of time, he can tell by the way his eyes are starting to water and the way his throat feels scratchy with anticipation. Yet, he is helpless to speed up the process, completely bent to the will of this torturous sneeze, the burning overwhelming his senses -

“…! -h-!! hihhh-..!”

His breaths are ragged, his nose squirming from the sheer irritation of it all, and - he gasps, itch finally freeing him from the agony.

“iiih-iiHIHH-kSHUHH-!!”

That’s odd, he thinks, sniffling and shivering with equal fervor, brow furrowed as he tries to part the mist filling his weary brain, shouldn’t his nose be itching less now that the blanket’s gone…? Indeed, his nose’s itch is only growing in strength with every weak sniff and violent shudder. Irritated and annoyed, he blasts his nose into the handkerchief once more. Maybe the tickle hasn’t run its course yet.

Carefully he removes the handkerchief from his nostrils, wiggling them experimentally; fortunately, despite the fact that his every inhale feels stuffy and uncomfortable, he’s not out right sneezing. It probably was the fur after all -!

Albedo’s nose chooses that moment to twitch powerfully, and his fingers quickly reach up, pinching at his nostrils that are currently whining at him, hoping for some reprieve from the wild itching that is exploding like an overload reaction. As the tickle starts to invade his senses he finds that he cannot possibly ignore such a powerful adversary, and, dignity forgotten for a moment, he gasps - nose frantic for relief -!

“hhAHH-!!! h-aAHHEEKSSHH-!! hAHHESHHUHH-!!” The sneezes burn his throat on the way out and he’s left panting slightly, wincing as his entire head is suddenly spinning and pounding and full of sawdust. Albedo sighs, and his heart sinks as that innocuous breath becomes a slight cough as his throat rebels against him.

Well, there’s no denying it now. He’s sick.

A part of him had known the second he’d woken that morning, what with the slight tickle in the back of his throat, creeping upwards into his nasal passages. Now with the irrefutable evidence, there’s no way Albedo can ignore the facts.

Good thing he can still ignore the symptoms.

Unfortunately, even if Albedo only has a head cold, the outside has a different kind of cold - a much more severe one, at that. A longing gaze turned towards his forlorn bed makes him sorely wish that he hadn’t been so hasty to throw away the warmest blanket that he possessed. Yet a stronger shiver running through his body strongly dissuades him from leaving to retrieve the probably sopping wet and frozen blanket.

Another shiver forces Albedo to his feet, and he stumbles to the fireplace, frozen fingers fumbling with the little firewood he had left. Hands graze against the box’s bottom, and he simply sighs, before tossing the last of the tinder into the hearth.

Normally that’s a sign to go out to fetch more.

Today?

He can barely keep his eyes open long enough to start the fire, fingers barely hanging on to the flint, as his breath shudders weakly in his chest -

He ducks his head into his shoulder, shivering as the itch once again takes control - “hAHkCHUHH-! h-ah-!!”

A pause.

“…hiih…”

The way his breath stutters in his chest is not a very encouraging sign as he wrestles with this fast-fading itch.

“…”

A wet sniffle, disappointment settling into his veins as the urge leaves him hanging, and he wearily turns back to his fire-starting efforts.

Thanks to quite a few attempts, he manages to get a spark fanned into a small flame, and warmth fills Albedo’s veins. A contented sigh.

“…-ihh-!!” His nose suddenly ignites, a spark similarly bursting to life, and he squeezes his eyes shut, aching nose raised into the air -

“..-hihh-..”

The itch fades once more, and his throat complains furiously. These false starts are driving him insane. There’s nothing Albedo can do, however, but blast his nostrils and gunk into the abused handkerchief helplessly.

Ugh.

Illness is such an inconvenience.

There’s still much to do, and just thinking about it makes Albedo’s head spin. He’ll probably be alright, it’s only a little cold. From prior experience, it’ll most likely go away. The worst that this illness would be is an annoyance - although, his next hitching gasp makes him rethink that, as he desperately clears his itchy nose into his poor soggy handkerchief.

Albedo shuffles onto his chair once the warmth is sufficient to stop his whole-body shivers (somewhat, he’s starting to suspect that the origin of some of them are not in fact from the chill outside) - and even though his body flashes with freezing cold every few minutes or so, it’s enough to get him back to work.

With a careful hand guiding tweezers full of elemental dust, Albedo stares at the pan. Combining these two identical materials, borne of different origins, might have a novel effect, given the technique of mixing is precise. As he delicately handles the instruments, laser-focused on the mixture, he sniffles slightly, the itch in his nose omnipresent and omni-annoying. Wisps of smoke seep upwards, twirling in the cold air, and -!

His throat rises up in immediate protest, a scratchy sensation emerging and rearing its head throughout his respiratory system; Albedo stiffens, a hand automatically flying up to his mouth as he sputters a small cough. CLACK! The tweezers clatter to the floor, but his eyes are fluttering with a much larger issue -!

“hi-IHHHKShuuH-! hii-ihKSHhyuh-!!!”

He opens his eyes to find elemental dust swirling all throughout the frosty air, visible against the puff of his breath, sparkling like motes in the sunlight - and this is not a sight he sees for very long, before his eyes squeeze shut again, breath catching in a half-cough half-sneezing expulsion that grates at his chest - “aHIKSSHTYUUhhh-!! hI-AkkSSHiuhh-!! h-yakkSHUHH—!!!!”

His nose is weeping, and a wet snort does nothing but worsen the issue as more dust makes its way into his red, raw throat. The alchemist stumbles; eyes, nose, and throat burning with an unquenchable fire. Feeling against the wall, gasping as his breath leaves him in repeated coughs and sneezes sprayed against his elbow - “hyiIHHUkkSHH-h’KShhhUhh—!!” Albedo’s fingers find the entrance and he nearly faceplants into the snow from how quickly he opens the door, letting the blizzard-strength winds gust into his poor, frozen abode. The pitiful fire extinguishes itself with a spiteful hiss, but Albedo can barely care less as he refills his dust-infested lungs with fresh, freezing cold oxygen -

and that oxygen acts as a catalyst to the horribly irritating reaction blasting around in his nose; distantly, he wonders if this could count as a swirl reaction, before all thoughts leave his fuzzy mind in favour of I NEED TO SNEEZE -!!

“iiyyIIIEESHHUH-!! h-iihhKSHH-!!!! h-i-iih-kkshhiyyuhh-!!”

He reels in the frosty air, his lungs screaming as the harsh contrast between burning itch and freezing cold stings at his throat and sinuses. Before he can even register the sheer agony, Albedo’s mouth snaps open once more, breaths coming out as half-cough half-hitch abominations as the irritating sensations war with one another -!

“-h-aaHH-h’k-! ‘kSHIiyuh-’! h’k--h’iihHHk’kshhiHUHhh-kSHH-t!!”

The wind is unforgivingly frosty against his poor nose, which protests the sudden temperature change with a violent twitch, and Albedo feels himself falling to pieces even before he has time to draw breath.

“-hiiiIIIIHh-hh’iiHHKKshhHHUh-! h’akSHhuhh! h’kSHHihh-h’hHKhshuhHH!!”

The alchemist pants, his throat finally satiated with the desperate expulsions, and quickly he pulls the door shut as the wind bites at his ears and nose and fingers.

Sniffling fervently, and coughing quite a few times as well, he shivers as he turns back into the room. The lab has dropped in temperature once more. Albedo finds that his head is spinning so badly that he can’t bring himself to bother braving the storm for another heap of firewood. Maybe if he worked some more, he’d regain some energy. Furthermore the storm will probably have passed by the time his experiment has completed. At least, that’s what the alchemist tells himself, as he focuses bleary eyes on the table once more, shuddering as the intensified chill presents itself as an icy feeling through his veins.

For a while he simply works, ignoring how his throat curls with pain and how his sniffling keeps messing up the experiment. A shaking hand is no good when he’s working with delicate ashes, and he grits his teeth out of frustration - totally not because they’re chattering, forced together by the harsh chill in the room. His throat feels as though he had swallowed an entire bottle of sand, and the flask of water isn’t doing much to solve that issue.

His head is pounding - very annoying when he’s trying to measure out ingredients that he can’t remember clearly. Albedo grits his teeth, resolving to scribble down what he’d just added to the mixture, even though this would normally be child’s play. His fingers tremble as he writes - 3 g. Anm. Slime. 4.2 g. Crys. Fly.

The alchemist frowns, quill shaking slightly, as he tries to remember whether or not he’d added the fragile resin three seconds ago, and with a slightly frustrated sigh he shoves the concoction into the waste bin, restarting the experiment once more.

…

The ashes swirl into nothingness from a raw sneeze for possibly the fifth time, although truthfully he’s lost count. A soft groan, and his nostrils rebel, red rims expanding as his eyes flutter shut, and his handkerchief finds its way underneath; the feeling of his mouth opening is almost second nature at this point and Albedo gasps, his whole body gripped by the urgency of expelling this itchy sensation…!

“hy-hAHHKSH-hhUUH! h-hAKASSHUiuhh—!”

He rubs at his nostrils with the handkerchief, smothering a few harsh coughs into the fabric, utterly miserable as the congestion forms a pounding headache. He’s driven utterly to distraction by the freezing cold temperatures, which to his dismay have not improved in the slightest; as some semblance of night falls he finds himself clutching at his arms, shivering so violently that it seems his workspace is vibrating. It’s utterly ridiculous to even consider working still at this point, but Albedo is determined -!

His head pounds again, more powerfully this time.

He ignores it.

“You still kicking, Albedo?”

The alchemist in question suddenly starts, dropping the ingredients and groaning as he ruins the process yet again. “O-oh, coming..!” More pressingly, someone’s at the door, so he hurriedly whisks the mess away with a wave of his hand. The world seems to tilt to the side as he stands up too quickly, and for a moment he can only wobble in place, gripping his chair tightly for support as his vision blurs with many colours.

Freezing cold wind enters the room as he peeks out, eyes meeting a blue-haired knight of Favonius.

“Cavalry Captain..?” Albedo’s voice feels rusty from disuse, so he clears his throat slightly into his fist. “What are you d-doing here..?”

What indeed, would compel anyone to go to Dragonspine during the winter, during this awful snowstorm? Albedo can barely keep his eyes open against the frigid winds that are causing him to shake uncontrollably despite the layers he has on, and the head cold isn’t helping matters - letting the icy frost penetrate deep into his bones as his teeth chatter helplessly.

The man simply chuckles, shaking his head. “Did you seriously forget what day it is?” Kaeya’s expression is one of mild amusement.

Bewildered, Albedo glances up at the sky, as if the dark clouds and the blustery snow will tell him anything about the passage of time, and then back at Kaeya’s bemused expression. He strains his throat to be heard above the howling winds, teeth chattering so badly that his words sound unrecognizable. “I’m s-sorry, please remind me. If that’s alright.”

“The Acting Grand Master asked me to ask you if you were going to give us the heatshield potions for the mission anytime soon.”

Albedo’s eyes widen, before he regains his composure. How could he have forgotten? “I-.. I haven’t completed that assignment.” He smothers another cough, thankful that the other hasn’t mentioned it by now. “I can finish it by tomorrow, though.”

Kaeya tilts his head in apparent agreement. “Mind if I stay here, then? I’m supposed to bring the potions back.”

The blonde-haired man nods, though his eyes are distant; he can feel some sort of tickle in the back of his throat, migrating towards his sinuses, and it’s terribly distracting.

“You ok there, Albedo? You’re not looking too hot.” Kaeya’s voice drifts towards him, and vaguely he discerns a concerned expression on the other man’s face.

Albedo opens his mouth to respond, and…

His nose itches so badly, so suddenly, like a sharp feather-blade twisting its way into his nose, and he has to hold his breath, teeth gritted, in order not to sneeze directly onto the other man, and to his great relief, he manages to keep the nigh-inevitable itch from escaping all over Kaeya’s garments…!

“Albedo?”

He blinks, an apology already making its way out of his aching throat. But when he opens his mouth, a raspy cough escapes instead, turning itself swiftly into a burning itch in the back of his nose and throat and instinctively his body attempts to expel the sudden irritation - his hitching coughs spluttering into a - “h-hhaahh-kkshu-uhh-!! h’-AKSH-!! ‘aKsHHHUH—!!”

A firm hand on his shoulder steadies the ailing alchemist. Albedo looks up at what appears to be three spinning copies of the cavalry captain, and he stifles a groan.

“Whoa, there. You alright…?”

Albedo blinks, trying to make sense of the gibberish flowing from the other’s mouth. “Um… Y-yes.” His words do not sound very confident, especially considering that he shivers violently right afterward.

“Try again.” Kaeya lets himself, and a strong gust of frosty wind, into the cave, and as Albedo shudders the knight smoothly slips off his furry scarf, tying it loosely around the blonde-haired man’s shoulders. “Archons, Albedo, you’re burning up.”

“So I am.” The Alchemist’s voice is quiet, eyes rather distant as he leans away from Kaeya’s hand reaching for his forehead. “…O-or perhaps, y-you’re th-the one that’s cold…”

His poor attempt at a joke is interrupted by a quiet curse from the fireplace. “Do you not have any firewood…? In Dragonspine?”

“Did earlier..”

He must’ve sounded rather pitiful, as Kaeya stands up immediately and makes his way to the door. “Stay right here, I’m gonna have to get some more.” Just like that, he’s gone, sending another chill into the room.

Albedo’s attempt to stop him - opening his mouth to protest, has left his own nose protesting, and he stifles a sneeze into his palm - “h-iIIkhshUUH-!” Well, now it’s too late. The wind whistles outside and he has no ability to follow given his current state. Now the only thing he can do is to obey Kaeya’s order to wait.

Albedo listens for all of about three minutes, and that’s mostly because he’s summoning the strength to stand again. As soon as this capability is returned to him, he’s once again sitting at his desk, staring at the elemental dust in his workspace. He definitely has time to finish the potions before Kaeya returns.

He is about to mix everything together when he realizes he needs more flaming flower stamens. The most important ingredient in the potion. The only reason he’s not kicking himself, physically, is that he left some in the storage just a two-minute walk from this lab.

It’ll be a short trip.

Albedo’s opening the door before he can think twice about it.

The biting frost stings at his numb fingers. Albedo’s been shivering nonstop for the whole day so the fact that he’s shivering barely registers.

By the time the shaking gets worse, the path is hidden under layers of snow. His feet sink into the powdered frost, leaving them soaked with cold.

Everything looks so unfamiliar, even though he’d lived here for so long.

It’s another five? Ten? Minutes before Albedo finally admits he’s lost, coughing harshly into the scarf that Kaeya had lent him.

Snow feels like nothing against his already-numb fingers and wet against his knees.

Navigating this is impossible, given that he can’t keep his eyes open for even a moment before the snowflakes catch in his eyelashes, fluttering as his nose compels him to duck forward into frozen hands -

“HH-iIYEESh- h’kSHIeyyUUUh!!!”

He sprays sneezes against the sparkling snow, the sound lost to the howling wind.

Albedo’s eyes are burning with cold and hot and the same time, as they stream with tears from the force of ejecting his tortured lungs via sneezing and coughing -

A warmth upon his shoulder, and he hazily looks up, sky and snow blurring together.

A certain blue-haired Knight of Favonius stares back at him, frightened concern clear in his icy eyes - his lips move, but Albedo doesn’t hear anything over the roar of the blizzard.

He simply melts into the other’s touch, too dizzy and too weak to move on his own, and thankfully the other man supports both their weight against the wind and snow. It feels like forever, struggling against biting cold that burns at his nose and ears and -

Albedo gasps, muffling a coughing fit into his frozen hand, and his nose, offended by the frigid snowflakes, immediately sends a stinging itch through his congested sinuses - he sputters, breathless. “hiIHk-sHuh-!! hikhssh-hiIhkSHHuuh-!!”

The wind lessens and Albedo manages to crack an eye open against frosty air to see Kaeya bracing himself against the snow, protecting them from the brunt of the storm as they continue to shuffle in the direction of Albedo’s abode.

“-hiiIh-! hih-! h-hiIHKHSH! h’ksHUH!” A dizzy sneeze leaves him leaning heavily against Kaeya’s chest, and luckily the Cavalry Captain does not falter. Instead he speeds up, all but dragging his companion into the safety of their shelter.

It’s a single moment of silence after the raging storm outside.

Broken swiftly, a few seconds later.

“What were you thinking?!” Kaeya all but yells, breathless from exertion. “You’re sick! What were you doing outside?”

“I’m used to snow,” Albedo responds, weakly, and his own raspy voice sounds pathetic to himself. “Had to get some ingredients fr-from…” His nose scrunches up and his weak voice trails into nothingness, and he catches Kaeya’s wince of sympathy before his eyes slam shut. “fr-uuuHhkShu! uuhKSHHiyyuu—!!”

A wet sniffle, followed by a few congested coughs, and Albedo moans, involuntarily, from the discomfort.

“Here, I gotcha -”

The next few minutes are a blur, and by the time he regains actual consciousness a fire is roaring in the hearth. He’s wrapped in a blanket. Albedo blinks slowly.

“Th-thank you, Kaeya-”

He sniffles into the blanket.

“Don’t mention it.” The man looks at him sideways, a soft huff of relief escaping. “Do you usually… do this?”

He does not usually catastrophically fail his commissions, so his back stiffens with offense. “N-no, I assure you, I do not tend to forget my tasks-!” Albedo’s voice starts to waver, “...It was… I…”

To his horror, his eyes are watering.

“...I…”

He has no explanation, really, for his failure.

“...I can g-get the potions made by tomorrow, so t-that y-you c-can-h-uHH-!”

Albedo’s arms feel like lead; he can’t raise them in time to cover his nose and mouth, so he instead ducks his head downwards into the blanket, nose burning - “iiIIHIhihksHHUh-i’kHShuh-hiiuuhh-uh-!!”

He raises his head up again, sniffling. “..so th-that.. snff.. you can leave qu-uickl-yiiiSShh-hi’ksSHHuh-!”

“Albedo. I didn’t mean it like that. You can’t just…” Kaeya sucks in a breath, eyebrows knitted together in concern. “Look, how are you going to make anything if you’re half-dead in a snowstorm? Which you were going to be if I hadn’t…”

His voice trails off. “Point is, you have to take care of yourself. You mean a lot to m- people, as a researcher… and as a friend.”

“I’ll take that into c-consideration.” The words have left a peculiar warmth in his chest, which does more for his cold than the fireplace ever could.

Kaeya smiles, holding a handkerchief to Albedo’s scrunched up nostrils. “Well, for right now… Let me take care of you.”

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·:*¨༺ ❝ 𝐋𝐈𝐘𝐔𝐄 ❞

✧ 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐲𝐮𝐧

eat my ass, spirits - for my baby chongyun, imagine ghost hunting in a graveyard with him except no ghosts want to come near u guys because of his yin (is that what its called? i cant remember lol) powers and you guys find nothing. [requested by @/winwinverse.]

✧ 𝐪𝐢𝐪𝐢

i’ll be your man - hi lovely so it’s your favourite request fairy... i give you an angsty mess ✨so you know the skz pray i’ll be your man stage; how about something based on that but with reader selling their soul for their baby sister qiqi. i’ll leave you with that pain ✨ [requested by @/sleepyyangyang.]

✧ 𝐱𝐢𝐚𝐨

come with me - xiao invites you to see a different view of lantern rite.

you again? - you aren't xiao's biggest fan, and he isn't yours either.

✧ 𝐳𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢

broke - being zhongli’s significant other and having always have money on you to cover his bougie ass that keeps forgetting mora because he’s a dumbdumb (i love this guy but seriously, he needs to remember his fucking wallet). [requested by @/sleepyangyang.]

so proud of you - so professor zhongil and he has a s/o who's in like grad school or something. this totally isn’t that request from a while back. [requested by @/sleepyangyang.]

requiescat in pace - the dead deserve their happy endings.

·:*¨༺ ❝ 𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐀 ❞

✧ 𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨

don’t go - your boyfriend doesn’t want you to work. instead, he wants you to take care of a little problem of his.

love rivals - your new friend misunderstands your rather close relationship with two particular pyro vision wielders.

phase six - “thank you.”/ “for what?” / “for being there for me when no one else has.” [entry to we are immortals.]

star of the show - arataki itto reunites with his favorite officer from the tenryou commission after the vision hunt decree.

when sparks fly - you decide to indulge in your enemy’s holiday challenge to prove that you can be a fun person.

✧ 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐮

a series of firsts - theme is “firsts” in a relationship! [entry to favorites with friends.]

arrowhead - so this has been on my mind often and you don’t have to do it but uh can you please do a gorou x vision hunter reader, can also be a higher ranking in the military or just works under baal in getting visions. fluff or angst is up to you since i love both genres. [requested by anon.]

compensation - gorou picking you flowers a small gift bc he got busy with the resistance and he had to cancel in on your date, you know that he’s busy so you were okay with it but you felt bad that he had to go through the efforts of picking you flowers just to make it up for you. [requested by @/yanbub, @/fadedjae, & @/winwinverse.]

later, skater - one breath is all you need to push yourself by a few inches. however, you’re still not confident enough to put your other leg up. at the halfway point, you beckon your boyfriend to help you out. “gorou. please. i can’t skate to save my life.”

phase six - “thank you.”/ “for what?” / “for being there for me when no one else has.” [entry to we are immortals.]

remedy - helping patch up their injuries. [entry to fluffvember.]

✧ 𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐭𝐨

checkmate - oh how the tables have turned.

✧ 𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐡𝐚

maple - kazuha hanahaki au, just a thought lol. [requested by @/fadedjae.]

remedy - in which you help patch up your significant other’s injuries. [entry to fluffvember.]

three hours - “alright, screw the bus.” he holds up three fingers, representing the hours you have spent inside the restaurant. “that’s how much time we are going to spend together. that’s the amount of time you could have enjoyed with your date, and the amount of time wasted waiting for that stupid date of yours.”

✧ 𝐤𝐮𝐣𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐚

divine punishment - she has failed to learn the truth of your happiness. but whatever it is, she supposes that giving full support to her archon would be enough to satisfy you in death.

remedy - in which you help patch up your significant other’s injuries. [entry to fluffvember.]

✧ 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐤𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐦𝐢

promise me - hello hello kokomi brainrot is consuming me but can i req kokomi x reader where the reader gets very injured in a fight they had with an enemy/monster & kokomi nurses them back to health (& it’s all fluffy & cutesy). [requested by @/dreamiehrs & @/sleepyyangyang.]

✧ 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚

please come back to me - an alternate route where thoma loses his pyro vision and forgets everyone close to him, including you.

third resolution - new year’s eve resolutions. [entry to holiday writing.]

✧ 𝐲𝐨𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚

brighter than fireworks - watching fireworks with yoimiya or maybe her planning a fireworks show for u (or watching fireworks with anyone really lol). [requested by @/dreamiehrs, @/winwinverse, @/fadedjae, & anon.]

phase six - “thank you.”/ “for what?” / “for being there for me when no one else has.” [entry to we are immortals.]

·:*¨༺ ❝ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐔 ❞

✧ 𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐦

canon-compliant - alhaitham x vahumana!gn!reader

✧ 𝐜𝐲𝐧𝐨

lie in wait - the mission to expose the conspiracies between the akademiya and the fatui comes with a cost.

look at me - a judge of the gods said to have a gaze as lethal as sandstorms, no one dares to spare a look at the general mahamatra. except a forest ranger at gandharva ville who he becomes enamored by and sneaks out for almost every night.

modern au - god of justice!cyno x archaeologist!gn!reader

·:*¨༺ ❝ 𝐅𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄 ❞

✧ 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲

canon compliant - wrio x f!reader

modern au - tea shop owner!wrio x detective!gn!reader

wanna bet? - wriothesley always wins his bets against you. for this round, the stakes are getting much higher. how long will it take for the captain of the gardes to admit their feelings to the duke? will this be the moment you’ll finally come out victorious, even though you have to pretend that your feelings toward him are in denial?

·:*¨༺ ❝ 𝐒𝐍𝐄𝐙𝐇𝐍𝐀𝐘𝐀 ❞

✧ 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐚

chopsticks - childe asks you a very important question during your first date.

dreadful deal - on that fateful night, you strayed away from your morals. you were offered a deal from the perpetrator, one of the children of the devil themselves. [entry to genshintoon.]

late night adventure - childe takes you to an adventure late at night, his favorite place.

now pose for your mugshot - so i never formally sent this, so you’re getting it now as a copy and paste. i just want a childe drabble with the line: ‘now pose for your mugshot’. [requested by @/sleepyyangyang.]

polaroid season - you finally find the right time to use your polaroid camera -- at the corn maze with your best friend.

requiescat in pace - the dead deserve their happy endings.

·:*¨༺ ❝ 𝐊𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐇 ❞

✧ 𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐟

requiescat in pace - the dead deserve their happy endings.

·:*¨༺ ❝ 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 ❞

✧ 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞

gotta catch ‘em all! - do you have what it takes to be a pokémon master? step right up; start your adventure to become the greatest pokémon master of all time!

happy birthday! - celebrate your very special day with your significant other!

persona au - persona user!genshin x persona user!gn!reader

within these castle walls - a royal soldier raised by mercenaries, you’re wary of the visitors entering the kingdom and your fellow staff despite knowing them for so long. who’s your ally, who’s your enemy, or who will be the one to capture your heart? [i] [ii] [iii]

✧ 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬

colour vision - in which twelve different stories represent both the highs and lows of relationships. inspired by the album colour vision by max. (celebration of 200 - 400 followers milestone.)

✧ 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐬

genshintoon - what if some of your favorite characters are placed in the settings of some of your favorite webtoons? (celebration of 1.5k followers milestone.)

#verxsyon #genshin impact #mobile #masterlist #genshin impact masterlist #do not reblog

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