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summary. sharing a table with a stranger because the cafe is full / them shooting their shot with you

characters. xiao, scaramouche, heizou, venti, kazuha x gn!reader (separate)

tags. modern au, fluff, crack

warnings. use of pet name in heizou's, kind of ooc kazuha ??, alcohol in venti's

XIAO

Internally panics, but welcomes you to the table with a small nod. He would be the shy type, looking everywhere except your general direction just to avoid eye contact. God knows how many times he glanced outside the window just to look at the decorative plant. he even counted the leaves.

We all know that social interaction is not his strong suit. It doesn't help that you're attractive.

He'd definitely be the type to pretend to be doing something on his phone; swiping left and right, scrolling back and forth, typing keyboard smashes in his own profile's messages, just to make it look like he's unbothered and actually has a life.

When, in reality, he's sweating because archons he's sharing his table with a pretty stranger; what if you suddenly start a conversation or something?

And you do. Because you, too, found him pretty. You introduce yourself first, then ask for his name.

His heart skips a beat. He's not sure if it's because of his nerves or if it's because you found him interesting enough to start up a conversation with, despite ignoring your presence for the past 10 minutes.

Though he's wiping his sweaty palms under the table, he plays it off coolly: tone flat, intimidating gaze, and a look of disinterest.

That causes you to frown, giving you the social cue that he's not interested in talking to you. So you simply nod and press your lips together in a thin line, saying nothing more.

He notices this, of course. Cursing himself because he just lost the chance of getting to know you. So he thinks of a way to redeem himself.

"Oh, okay." You say in response to his answer. You're embarrassed, to say the least. You spent a whole ten minutes, bouncing your leg repeatedly, debating whether or not you should make the first move to talk, only to be met with disappointment after you finally mustered up the courage.

You lightly nip your bottom lip and tap your fingers on the table. You remain silent as you wait for the servers to call you so you can take your order and go. You really didn't want to embarrass yourself further in front of this stranger.

"I, uh..." You hear him speak up. You don't assume immediately that he's talking to you, so you don't pay him any mind. He coughs loudly enough for you to look at him in concern. Your eyes widen as you see him already making direct eye contact with you.

"Yes?" You ask, taken aback that he was referring to you. Your eyes light up in hope and excitement, curious as to what he has to say.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to come across as cold earlier," he says sheepishly. A soft tone, unlike the one he had previously used.

You smile in understanding and shake your head at him. "No, no, don't worry about it! I get like that sometimes too."

He hesitantly returns the smile. It suits him, you think. You found it cute that he chose to apologize to you instead of just letting it be. Most people would move on from this, not wanting to make the situation more awkward. You're relieved to hear that you weren't the only one embarrassed earlier.

"I'm not used to people, especially ones that are as beautiful as you." He suddenly adds.

You blink as you process what he just said. Your face then begins to heat up. You try to hide it from him by placing both of your hands on either side of your cheek.

What? Was he flirting with you? No, it can't be. He doesn't seem like the flirty type. He's definitely more socially awkward than you. And he said those words absentmindedly. Perhaps he didn't mean it that way.

"...if it's okay with you, may I have your number?"

SCARAMOUCHE

Glares at you menacingly, like a cat trying to hiss someone away. Him? Sharing a table with someone? Hell no. He refuses. This table is his.

Will look you straight in the eye while placing his backpack on the chair in front so you can't take the seat.

"It's occupied," he tells you before returning to whatever he was doing before. You, not impressed, take his bag and dumps it on the table. You sit firmly, giving him a challenging look as if to say "try and get me out of this chair you brat"

His mouth hangs open, surprised by your audacity. He scoffs and grumbles to himself. Something along the lines of "well, at least you're not a pushover" because if he's going to share the table, it might as well be with someone interesting.

He eventually caves and begrudgingly shares the table with you because it's not like he can be a little bitch about it when the cafe is packed.

Leaves you alone for the most part. You pretend not to notice the irritated glares he gives you whenever you smile or laugh at something on your phone.

A female server approaches your table to serve your drink. She looks at you both and notes that neither of you ordered anything to eat. She smiles sweetly and offers a 25% couple's discount for two strawberry shortcakes.

He gives her a look as if she just offended his entire family. if he has one in this universe lmao He looks just about ready to attack the employee right then and there but you quickly clasp your hand over his mouth and smile widely at her, accepting the discount.

The server's eyes twinkle with delight as she takes down your order on her notepad. She then walks away with a slight skip in her steps.

You heave out a sigh when you see her leave. You feel a vibrate on your hand as the glaring stranger attempts to speak, voice muffled. Before you could even withdraw your hand from his mouth, you felt his tongue move, giving your palm a slow, wet lick.

"Gross!" You immediately retract your hand from his mouth to wipe it on his sleeves.

He swats your hand away, avoiding all your attempts to touch him. "Get your germs off of me!" He exclaims.

"You're the one who just licked my hand!" You argue.

He scowls at you. From his expression alone, you can make out the thoughts that are going on inside his head.

"The hell was that for? First, you hog my table-"

"I wasn't hogging it, we needed to share!"

"-interrupting my peace with your presence-"

"I was minding my own business!"

"-but then next thing you do is make us out to be some kind of couple?"

"Shut up, they might hear you! We'll lose the discount!" You whisper yell, looking around to see if any of the staff heard you.

"You have some nerve."

You roll your eyes at him. So dramatic. He acts like you did something so unforgivable.

"I had to grab the opportunity. It's strawberry shortcake." You reason out.

"We just met. How dare you take advantage of me to get a discount."

"It's strawberry shortcake." You repeat.

He clicks his tongue in annoyance. "What kind of reason is that?" He huffs. "Fine, go eat your stupid cake."

"You don't want some?"

"I hate cakes."

"Why?" Who doesn't love cakes?

"Why? I hate them. I hate sweets in general. Life isn't sweet. Life is full of bitterness and sorrow. I don't get how people manage to laugh in this world. It's annoying."

Well, that explains the glares he kept sending you earlier. How the hell did a conversation about shortcakes turn into something so depressing?

"Damn, who hurt you?"

"My mother."

You gasp slightly, not expecting him to joke about something like that so casually. A smile starts to form on your lips.

No. You shouldn't be laughing. This isn't a laughing matter. But you couldn't stop one from escaping.

Hey, this guy is kind of funny. He's growing on you.

He gives you an odd look as he watches you laugh at his words. He looks almost mesmerized. He mumbles something incoherent to himself and looks away, resting his head on his palm.

"Fine. I'll eat both cakes then. I'm the one paying anyway." You say after calming yourself. He remains silent and glares at nothing in particular.

After a few minutes, the same girl returns with a tray containing two servings of strawberry shortcake. When you were about to hand over your money to her, the stranger beat you to it, placing his own cash on her palms.

The employee smiles knowingly at you. "Ah, paying for the date, how chivalrous!" she exclaims before walking away to return behind the counter.

The indigo-haired man in front of you said nothing to deny her comment and simply took one of the plates from the tray. You stare at him, puzzled. "I thought you said you don't like sweets."

"That's right." He says while he stabs the dessert with a fork and takes a grumpy bite of it.

"But it'd be a real waste of my money if I don't enjoy this with you."

HEIZOU

Has already been observing you since you entered the cafe. And wow you are stunning. Stares at you dreamily from afar as you order your food and drinks.

He will definitely make the first move. He knows his table is the only one available, so when you start looking for a seat, he's the one who offers to share before you even ask.

"Over here!" he waves at you eagerly. As if you were an old friend he hadn't seen in years. You're confused at first because you've never met this person. But you don't have anywhere else to sit, so you simply accept with a grateful smile.

Once you do, oh boy, expect him to be very chatty, flirty even. But you click with him immediately, finding him easy to talk to.

Will ask you all sorts of questions: What's your name? Your age? Your birthday? Your favorite color? Any pets? Exes?

Even taking guesses as to what your answers might be. and he got them all right, if not, then close.

"What's your ideal type? Is it me?"

"Aside from being pretty, what do you do for a living?"

"Have you ever committed a crime before? Because now you have." He says while clutching his chest.

God, you could hardly keep up. You're so flustered that you don't even question if he's a dangerous person or not. He's asking way too many personal questions.

You, in turn, ask him similar questions. It's not a one-sided attraction. He's charming and attractive; he gives you the vibe of someone intelligent. You'd like to get to know him as well.

He willingly answers them, happy to know that you're reciprocating.

Will place his head on his palms and move closer so he could look at your face up close. Observes your little features. Your lashes, lips, eyes, nose. Even moles, freckles, and blemishes, if you have any. And he'll appreciate all of them because he thinks you're lovely.

He will speak whatever is on his mind while watching you eat. You occasionally hum and make small comments to let him know you're listening.

He'd be the type to reach out and take small bites of your food while chatting. He does it so shamelessly that you're impressed, so you just let him.

This boy is so confident with himself, flirting so casually like it's second nature.

He wouldn't go as far as to touch you, of course. He knows his limits and will keep his hands to himself. But he acts so relaxed and friendly with you that you think maybe he's just playing you.

You're not dumb, you know he took an interest in you. It's not like he's being subtle about it either. Although you do feel the same way, you can't help but think of the red flags.

Is this how he always approaches strangers? Is he flirting with you for fun, or does he actually intend to make a move?

"Hmm," he hums and taps his chin lightly. "Your expression tells me you're not sure about my motives, is that correct?" he snaps, raising his index finger, a gesture you noticed him doing repeatedly ever since you met.

You giggle softly and nod. "That's right. A point for you, detective."

He lets out a breathy laugh. "It's funny you say that. Being a detective is my full-time job."

You mouth him a small "wow," because he never mentioned this in any of his chit-chats.

So that's why he's so perceptive and good at interrogating.

"That's quite... attractive." You admit with a light blush dusting your cheeks.

"You think so?" He gives you a teasing smile. He leans back and crosses his arms. "To wash away your doubts, sweetheart, I do plan on pursuing you."

You feel your heart flutter. You think you're about to swoon because of all the flirting you received from him today.

"I'm serious about this one; only a true detective can crack the case of this heart theft!" he winks.

"And my prime suspect is you."

VENTI

When you approach him, he reeks of alcohol. He's drunk. In the middle of the day. At a cafe. Do they even serve alcoholic beverages here?

He appears to be half asleep, his eyelids heavy and his head resting on his arms. You notice the coffee cup beside his head and peek to see what's inside.

Yup, you guessed it. It's alcohol. How the hell did he sneak that in here? You're surprised none of the employees notice him as they pass by.

You choose not to disturb him and invite yourself to his table instead, keeping your distance and not waking him.

Then he suddenly jolts awake, startling you

"Oh! Hello stranger!" he's now fully awake lmfao

Doesn't even bother to know your name and ask why you're sitting at his table. He just starts talking about whatever comes to mind.

Will discuss the dramas he has witnessed in his life. You listen because the way he tells stories is interesting as hell. You're fully engaged in the conversation.

"Earlier, I saw this red-haired dude beat the ever-living shit out of this blue-haired dude. It was amazing ehe!"

That's just one of the many things he shared.

Like?? Does he see stuff like that on a daily basis

You're surprised he's sober after seeing him nearly pass out earlier.

Like Heizou, he will also steal some of the pastries you ordered, albeit in a more subtle manner. He thinks you don't notice this lol.

"You've got a fine taste in sweets, stranger! Tell me, what's your opinion on wine?" He inquires.

"I don't really know much about them; I just drink whatever I want," you respond with an amused smile.

You admit that, while you were wary of him from the start, and your encounter with this stranger was definitely strange, you didn't expect him to be this entertaining. You grow more interested in him, charmed by his open and carefree character.

"Hah, I thought so! I cou-" He's cut off by his own hiccup. You stifle a laugh as you offer him some water.

"Whoops! Sorry 'bout that," he lets out a bubbly laugh and accepts the water.

"As I was saying," he clears his throat after drinking, "if you're interested in wine, I could tell you more about it! I'd say I'm an expert."

"I can tell."

"But if you're not, then.." He trails off.

"..I'm still very interested in having a drink with you sometime! You're quite the gorgeous stranger, you know," he whispers, leaning in and winking.

"So what do you say about keeping in touch?"

KAZUHA

Probably the most normal one to welcome you with that sweet, endearing smile of his. Will even stand up from his chair and pull yours back so you could sit on it. Just a small gesture to show his kindness.

He'll strike up a casual conversation with you just to get to know you better because he thinks you look breathtaking.

Unlike Heizou and Venti, instead of stealing your food, he offers you his instead. He pushes his plate towards you so you could get some.

You refuse because you're too shy and you aren't shameless enough to eat someone else's food.

BUT THEN. But then. He gives you a pout. "Come on, take a bite. Just a bite." cue puppy eyes. How could you refuse him? With that face??

So you take your fork and slice off a tiny piece, just enough to taste it.

He notices this and frowns. He takes action, slicing off a larger piece with his own fork and placing it near your mouth.

"Say aah" You follow, face burning red. So embarrassed that you look like a tomato

He beams at you, pleased to see you eating.

Despite his sweet and gentle vibe, he's actually pretty bold with his advances.

When he sees some of the bread's cream on the side of your lips, he reaches out to wipe it with his thumb and then proceeds to lick it off his finger

He smiles at you innocently too

"You're acting awfully sweet to a stranger." You point out.

"Am I? How could I not, if the stranger is you." He gives you a shy smile. "We could fix the stranger part, how about friends?"

"Are you sure just friends?" You playfully raise a brow at him.

"Well, we could be more in the future." He chuckles softly. Then his eyes widen as he realizes something that didn't cross his mind until now. "But," he quickly adds, "if you're already seeing someone, being friends is enough."

You giggle, covering your mouth behind your hand, finding it adorable that he's still worried about that despite already making a lot of advances. "Don't worry, I've never dated anyone."

He looks at you in disbelief. "Really? That's surprising. I thought someone like you would be off the market by now."

"I get to find and keep the treasure then? What an honor."

note. fun fact i wrote this because my friend and i had to share a table with this one attractive guy hahdjajdje so i had the urge to write this coz why not 🤷‍♀️

i'm not proud of venti's and kazuha's bcoz i couldn't think of anymore hcs and scenarios for them TT

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Do you have any other Genshin blog recommendations?

ahh i'm so glad you asked!! here are a few of my favorites 🤍

@favoniuscodex — axis's writing is to die for.

@bumbleklee — bea *lipbite* pls i love her stuff

@catcze — another wonderful blog with wonderful works

@bluexiao — one of my favorites!!

@chiide — also, another one of my favorites!!

@childeluv — love love love

@jade-parcels — jade is the best, out of this world work

@witch-hazels-musings — i can't express how much i love hazel's writing

@glazelilyy — luce is the cutest writer i swear

@dourpeep — i love sprout's work so much!

@scaramouche-bully — i remember binging sheep's works during my psychology class.

@rulaineyu — one of the first genshin blogs i discovered!

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reverse gaslighting where i pretend to know exactly what you are talking about

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That one friend who's dangerously open to anything

I had a friend before who was very open with the topic of sex. I'm an open-minded person too and usually, I don't get embarrassed when talking about it in a informative way BUT LET ME FUCKING TELL YOU.

THIS GIRL, THIS FREAKING FREAKY KINKY ASS GIRL JUST KEPT ON DISCUSSING HER FAVORITE AND WANT TO TRY SEX POSITIONS AND PENIS.

THAT'S RIGHT

SHE REFERS TO IT AS "THE PENIS" (and nothing's wrong with it aside from the fact that we were surrounded by lots of students AND PROFESSORS)

Mind you we were in the middle of the road where other students were walking with us and it was so embarrassing LET ME TELL YOU THAT. SOMEHOW. SOME-FUCKING-HOW her voice's volume goes 100% up when she mentions "THE PENIS, THE PENILE, THE MAN MEMBER"

I was dying of laughter and embarrassment as she kept on talking about sex and idk if I should be horrified or be impressed with her kinks and bravery 😭

#rummie's thoughts #it was so embarrassing #recieved sex-ed in the middle of the road #penile #penis #what the fuck

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My cousin making me write her essay about suicide because I'm suicidal is kinda funny lmao

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IMAGINE // CONVERSATION PROMPT

A: Listen here fella, if you still want your microscopic-sized dick&balls attached to you after the next minute then I advice you to leave me alone.

D: Fine! You're a fucking ugly bitch anyways.

A: Awwww, is the slut mad because even the ugliest bitch won't suck his dick?

B & C: *impressed*

#imagine your otp #conversation prompt #writing prompt

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sorry useless hypotheticals like “omg what if that aborted baby was going to cure cancer?!!!” makes me so mad. what if people had guns for hands. what if i was fucking your mom right now. that’s how you sound.

#I wish ur mom swallowed #I hate this kind of arguments as well #everytime somekne says this the urge to say WELL WHAT IF THE SPERM YOU SWALLOWED WAS THE ONE TO END WORLD HUNGER?#it's actually a pretty dumb argument with no sense at all to make it justifiable #next time someone says that to me #I'm going to say

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oh you're touch starved? here eat up *fucking punches you*

#thanks<3

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i would never call a girl “babygirl”. that word is for middle aged men ONLY

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Being situated within the Icy peaks of Dragonspine came with the isolating knowledge that you are far from the typical company of the city, away from the bustling sounds of patrons that filled the streets, or the typical welcome of twittering birds when morning comes. For most, the grisly sound of the icy wind, or the number of creatures hidden within the snowy whiteness of the landscape may prove enough to stop them from staying in the mountains for long.

but for the Chief Alchemist of the Knights of Favonius, it may prove to be the closest thing he can ever call a home. People hardly come to his camp, Typically only him and a few collegues or assistants occupy the places, the little social interations he had were mostly tied to his work, he was friendly with them, yes, but most interactions with the genius Alchemist were kept to a minimum. Perhaps the few moments people see him let go of this demenour was when he played with the children in the city.

Maybe that was why he found himself curious when Jean had introduced him to you, a being he had never seen before. He could have listed a few things you had that made him... intrigued, Perhaps it was the almost monotone voice of yours, or the eyes that stared right at him with so little light in them.., or maybe it was the subtle crack on the left side of your face, the gentle clicks he heard when your limbs moved and the line on your neck that separated your head from your body, A being who was so obviously nonhuman to him, but one who fits in almost perfectly in a crowd at a glance.

Albedo nodded as he continued listening to Jean explain the sitaution to him, Upon investigating ruins in the southeast of Mondstadt, some knights had found themselves stumbling into your abode, A dark place only lit up by the cracks of sunlight that seeped in through the walls, or torches that seemed to never burn out. There were candle holders, yes, but the wax had clearly evaporated, leaving nothing behind. when the knights reported this, Jean herself came to investigate the strange sight, accidentally entering a room with rows upon rows of shelves, each housing books she never had heard before, all kept pristine as if someone had been keeping watch of them. and as the Acting Grandmaster walked further into the Labirinth of books she found you in the middle of the structure, tending to the feathers of your quills, the inkwell beside you dried as the bottles of empty ink stacked in the corrner of your desk, the other side littered with pieces of paper and books, some half bound. unfinished as if youve ran out of materials before you could even finish them.

and the Alchemist found himself more interested, asking if you could come to Dragonspine for a bit so he could observe your behaviour, you only agreeing when the Acting Grandmaster assured you that the books found in the ruins would be safe guarded. Later giving you a mask to hide half of your face in, afterall, the citizens of the City of Freedom might panic when they find someone with a cracked face on the streets. If they ignored the soft sounds you made when you moved that is.

Albedo found himself tailing you around the city for the next few weeks, Him half expecting you to struggle at adjusting to the people of Mondstadt, to his surprise you did the opposite. You were quick to become the topic of the City, A strange yet friendly person who was trying to learn their history. He had admitted to himself that it was quite the sight seeing you interact with the people who had welcomed him years ago, the same people he hardly interacted with as he spent most of his time in the icy mountain, and it was oddly enjoyable to watch you asking Sara questions as you watched her make food, or you listening to the stories told in the taverns, Or how you patiently helped Flora collect flowers as she told you the meaning of each one, he later watched you draw the flowers in your book before writing the descriptions Flora had told you about earlier.

On occasion, Albedo found himself running an errand in the city and when he was preparing to leave he caught a glance of Klee and you outside the city walls, him just quietly watching as the usually hyperactive girl remove the glove on your hands, aweing at the sight of the partations of your fingers, confirming his suspicions from earlier, You indeed werent human, you were a doll.

The next week after that was when the Genius Alchemist took you to Dragonspine, Albedo finding himself asking you if you were warm enough on more than one occasion, mayhaps caused by the complaining of the other adventurers he took to his camp before. You reassuring that you didnt feel the cold when he found himself asking for the fifth time. He didnt know what to expect when you both eventually found yourselves in his lab, Sucrose greeting him before curiously looking at the new face, before she could mutter a greeting towards you, You stepped up to greet her. Him noting that despite there being no smile present, you voice had softened greatly, as if not to frighten the usually shy girl.

To say the first few weeks with you in the mountains were not without their hicccups would be a lie, Albedo found himself growing used to the occasional startled shreek that sounded from Sucrose every now and again which were.. accidentally caused by you, Ofcourse the first time it happened without an explosion prior to it caused him concern before his troubles were eased when his green haired asssistant explained that she just didnt notice you observing her from the corrner, despite the noises you made when you moved, he had guessed his assistant was far too consumed by her research to even notice that. He also found that Sucrose grew curious when she finally warmed up to you, intrigued at how you could exist, Ofcourse this was used in both his and her experiments, Either him observing you when you werent doing anyting with sucrose, like the time you spent laying in the snow a ways away from his lab, excusing it saying that you were thinking, or Sucrose making notes of certain parts of you, she took interest with your limbs as the material was stronger than regular porcelain, and once asked to see your chest which contained something akin to a pocket watch, the clock being the thing that powered you it seems.

It was around the third month mark when Albedo found himself observing you more, the quick glances he gives you when he was in the middle of his research or him helping you dry your hair when you spent an afternoon sitting by the cliffside, looking at the direction of the city. Or him finding a way to incorporate you into his researching so that he could spend more time with you. He found himself asking more about you, about the ruins you were in, the books found within them, and most importantly, your past prior to being found by the knights.

he was even more fascinated by the way you answered him, moreso someone telling a tale to a child, rather than a friend explaining their past to a new face.

"Once long ago, in the days Teyvat had already forgotten, existed a god, one of the many who walked with the humans before. He was but a weak god however, his skills didnt merit the ground to change or the winds to answer his call, he was one of many gods of knowledge, and to the ones who can make the mountains crumble, or who can command the elements, he was useless. Though he found his worth mingling with the humans. Although his craft is all but forgotten now, back then it was quite helpful. He found himself longing however, Observing the humans for so long made him realize that companionship comes second nature to them. And maybe a part of him longed for one as well, but he found himself in a gray area, where he couldnt be with his fellow gods due to his weakness, and cant be with the humans for long due to his Longevity. The other gods see him only as someone who had immortality, someone too weak to consider a God, while the humans, despite accepting him, had too short of a life for them to become true companions"

Albedo knew that feeling all too well, the sense of not belonging due to being different. He too was not human afterall and he was but all too familliar with the want to become something close to being human. maybe it was because of the last mission his master gave him, or maybe it was due to being in Mondstadt for so long.

"He found himself yearning for a companion and for once he was thankful for being someone who preceded over knowledge, He spent Many a millenia making his creation, him not once stopping to record even the most mundane of things to share with them, the taste of the tea he had, or how the humans in the kingdom he visited celebrated their festivals, even the little things of how he adored the changing of the leaves werent spared in his notes, everything he wished for them to experience he wrote down.. And when he was eventually successful the first thing he did when his creation opened their eyes was.. smile.. Warmly welcoming them to life, the joy unbridled in his eyes as he looked at his creation, a being whom he gave half of himself to, ensuring they would be strong enough to survive the millenia that would follow, half of his soul became a clock, symbolic of the longevity he gave them, someone who could not be consumed by the sands of time"

He watched as your hands grasped the blouse you were wearing, scrunching up the fabric as your eyes never once wavering from looking at the direction of the city despite it not coming to view, he finally found himself sitting beside you, humming for you to continue.

"At first it was hard, his creation made a lot of mistakes.. But he was so patient with them, not once getting frustrated at the wrongs they made, instead helping and explaining what they had done. It was like this for a few years until eventually, after many decades, they finally saw the world through the eyes of their master. The god happy that his companion was starting to see the wonders of life, and their creation happy to see the joy it brings to their master. And for centuries after they were happy, even in the days where they would be apart, he continued writing what he wished to have them experience, and after a while they had developed the hobby too, exchanging the books once they met again, and reading them in each others presence..... it was bliss... but.."

He was surprised to see the frown on your face, it being the first time he saw the negative expression on you, you looked.. frustrated, disappointed and.. maybe even mad. He reached for your hand, taking them into his Soft, albeit cold, ones. You glancing at him, muttering a soft thank you before continuing.

"The gods who were stronger than him began to Querrel amongst themselves, And the disagreements turned to fighting... then it turned to a war, He knew being in the open wouldnt be safe, so he hid his creation, he sought refuge in an abandoned building once used as a library, him keeping his creation within the lower level of the structure, tucked away underground where the fight wouldnt reach them... atleast that was what he hoped. It was nice for a while, they had eachother as company, their days mostly consisting of him telling them stories, or them reading the books he had made specifically for his creation. Him visibly happy when his creation suggests, that when the war is over.. they should try what was written in the books... But like all good things.. bliss was only temporary"

he felt your hand tighten against his, him squeezing yours back as reassurance.

"When the thunder roared outside, and when the fire burned through the walls.. he knew his time was up, he was forced into a situation where he needed to fight, and despite his creation begging for him to stay... he didnt listen.. only promising to return after everything was over but.... when the dust settled.. not even his body remained.. they tried searching for him but to no avail.. so they stopped going outside of the library, opting instead to write down everything he had misssed in the millenia he was gone.."

"I guess a part of them wished for him to come back... their half wishing to be reunited with his was to be expected afterall.. but I think a part of them was in denial still.. denying that he wont ever come back again... unlike humans who come back after a certain time... gods.. they dont come back again, I guess... i just want to see him again... I want to see him smile again, watch the expression on his face when he sees what the humans are up to now.. how delighted he would be to see how far theyve come"

They sighed, and for once Albedo watched them look at him, their eyes flowing with an overwhelming sense of yearning, searching for the person they held dear. He had pieced together quickly that they were the doll in the story, someone who was made for companionship, it certainly explained why it was so quick for you to adjust to the people of Mondstadt, you had lingered around people before, and you were made to adjust to the people you meet, hence how quickly you read Sucrose, adjusting yourself to her meek behaviour, albeit poorly as you still startled her. it wasnt instant, but it was quicker than most.

"Initially when I agreed to come here.. I was hoping to find a trace of him here... maybe I still had hope That he was somehow alive.. but the more i spent time here.. I.... I found that.. that You remind me of him... in a way I... I dont know.. you remind me of him but I know you arent him. You aren't him but... but I like being here.. I like.. being close to you"

their whisper was almost too faint to catch with how the howls of the wind grew loder, oddly it didnt seem to bother you both as you stayed put in your seat, the only feeling felt between you two were the almost too obvious feelings of your hands grasping each other..

"If you wish to stay here.. I'll allow it"

His voice was barely a whisper, him almost fearing that you might not even heard his suggestion, maybe it was the painfully loud pounding of his artificial heart against his ears distracting him but for once he didnt know what to say, he wasnt the most social person, so him offering this now.. he noted something might have changed in him, and if what he was feeling in he past few months were an indicator of anything , it was clear he found himself enjoying your company as well.

"If I may... can i share what had happened in the past millenia with you... the.. things I had experience, would it be fine to tell them"

they finallly broke eye contact but their hands didnt pull away from him. he only mustered a hum to approve of their suggestion, a silent begining to something he was curious to see.

Now, as he climbed the Icy slopes of Dragonspine he couldnt help but replay that night in his head, that was already five months ago, He found a ghost of a smile on his lips as his hands grasped the bag contaning his research from the past month tightly as he made his way to his lab, Sucrose greeting him upon entering, gesturing to the furthest corner of the lab where his eyes fell onto your figure, too engrossed in writing to even notice his entrance. Albedo smiled to himself making his way to you before holding your hand, your eyes widening in shock for a bit before realizing who it was.

the smile on you made his heart beat faster he handed you a book, him uncharacteristically giddy as you handed one back.

"Welcome home"

The icy peaks of Dragonspine was Isolating to some, But the the Chief Alchemist of the Knights of Favonius? It really was the only place he can call home.

#albedo #albedo x gender neutral reader #albedo x reader

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masterlist.

mondstadt.

liyue.

inazuma.

snezhnaya.

heights.

from the south.

dream blunt rotation.

kinktober 2021.

old navi. | current.

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— LANGUAGE OF.. LOVE?

what are their love languages? (mondstadt ver.)

adults of mondstadt, gn!reader

before notes.. hi el oh el, im back!! i had a really long burnout, as you may have seen. sorry i left unannounced without any warning, but i assure you guys that im back on the GRIND!! also, note that all ages are found from sources including implications from lore and varying websites.

AMBER thoroughly enjoys spending time with you. whether it be a mere second or hours at a time, no matter the length, she will always cherish the time she has with you. after her job is done, and her duties as the knights of favonius outrider and finished for the day, she wanders back into your touch.

it’s no secret that DILUC desperately craves your attention. to the naked eye, it may not be as obvious, but you can tell. he seeks your assurance that you do love him, that you do cherish him for all he is. and also, it feels good to hear. alongside your recognition, he wants to make you happy. it makes him just as happy to know that you’re happy, so he does what he can to achieve your happiness.

KAEYA enjoys both getting and giving you gifts. it never fails to make him smile when watching your reaction as you see the gift he had gotten you or when you bring him a little trinket that happened to remind you of him. alongside those gifts, he also appreciates sharing cuddles or hugs with you. even holding hands, he likes to know and feel that you are right beside him.

because barbara tends to hold ROSARIA up at the cathedral, she often doesn’t get a chance to spend time with you. to make up for it, she gets you quite odd gifts, but nonetheless, you love her. although, she may think otherwise. ROSARIA is a cold woman, she doubts herself at times as well, so maybe, sometimes, she’ll need some encouraging and supporting words.

JEAN is undoubtedly a busy woman as the acting grand master of mondstadt, as much as she appreciates her title of the dandelion knight, she can’t help but feel guilty for the time lost with you. so, to make up for it, she gets you treasures that she obtains from travels and such.

after all work is done, LISA likes to hold you in her arms and tell you how much she adores her little cutie. if work has not yet passed, she invites you over to the library to hang out and chill. you make good company during a boring, tedious shift.

as the chief alchemist of the knights of favonius, ALBEDO is always off in dragonspine experimenting. but when he comes back to mondstadt, he always comes bearing a gift of some sorts. when it comes to ALBEDO, he is never short of words. especially not when it comes to you. he always finds the right words to tell and describe you.

SUCROSE is a shy lady, even more so when it comes to you. she can’t speak any words to you without stuttering and furiously blushing, so instead, she gives you little things. she also enjoys spending her free times with you.

its apparent that MONA is not the richest of them all, but she still shows you her love in her own ways. one of which being just hanging out with you. she finds it much more enjoyable than giving gifts, as she has no money to buy such. if she could though, she most definitely would. she knows she can’t buy you luxurious items, she can’t even pay the rent damn it, so sometimes you have to encourage her with words. in return, she’ll do the same.

VENTI is a god whom had seen loved ones pass, now that he has found another to love, he refuses to let this opportunity go. not only that, he is a bard who sings you songs with his charismatic words, compliments dropping left to right, up and down. besides his words, he also likes physical touch. especially pda, it comforts him to know that you’re still here and not just a figment of imagination.

after notes… and thats a wrap! i’ll make liyue and inazuma ones for sure in the near future! eula is not included in this solely because i don’t like her character and can’t bring myself to write for her.

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seek below the treasure troves of hidden verses and iced prose, captured in glowing amber for all to bear witness: updated; september 6th, 2021

—𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐮𝐜; 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐚𝐰𝐧

—𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐚; 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐧

—𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐨; 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞

—𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞/𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐚; 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬

—𝐳𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢; 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫

—𝐱𝐢𝐚𝐨; 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚

—𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐡𝐚; 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐢

—𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞; 𝐬𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬

—𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐟; 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫

—𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚; 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫

—𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨; 𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

—𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐮; 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

#masterlist

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My heart dnjfsmjskks

over and over again

pairing - kaeya alberich x gender neutral reader

word count - 4307

genre - fluff

format - fic

warnings - kissing/skinship, sharing a bed with no sexual implications, kaeya spins reader around in his arms, food mention, semi-nudity (kaeya sleeps shirtless), marriage

summary - there's a first for everything but the butterflies in his stomach will never fade whether you kiss him for the first, second, tenth, or hundredth time

a/n - happy new years everyone! WOOO FIRST POST OF 2022!! this piece is my contribution to @favoniuscodex 's "favorites with friends" event! i'll jump at any chance to write for my beloved kaeya, and though i'm sad i didn't get to write him the birthday fic spectacular i wanted to, i think this makes up for it in my little writer heart :P i hope you enjoy!

" I'M A MAN WHO'D KNOW NO HAPPINESS WITHOUT YOUR SMILE, OR LOVE WITHOUT YOUR KISSES "

the first time kaeya alberich kissed you, it was a melancholic, rainy day full of raging tides and crackling thunder.

he had only meant to test the waters; see just beneath your skin and observe the way your heart pounded in your chest whenever he strutted by with a wink and a blown kiss in your direction. but, instead, the tides had risen and engulfed him with sweet fervor and though his lungs craved the comfort of oxygen; of a no-strings-attached little game, he ceded to the sugary depths of your ocean's bellow and allowed himself to drown within your everything.

one date turned to two, then ten, and suddenly he wasn't keeping track any more because time seemed to fizzle off into specks of sparkling gold by your side, and in that moment of sweet prolonged brevity did he realize the hold you had on his shipwrecked heart.

it was a thundering day when he finally put his lips on yours for the first time. the recipe for disaster entailed: one rainstorm, one picnic-gone-wrong, two rain-soaked, giggling adults who ran hand-in-hand back to the gates of mondstat, and a stone archway where you brushed his damp locks from his face with a smile and he tried his best not to let his eyes wander down your sheer clothing. what should've been innocent touches and fleeting glances slowly began to bud into lingering touches and he had leaned in almost instinctually like a rehearsed habit before he even realized it. and never before had he tasted a flavor more sweeter than the smothered smile that he felt curve up against his lips, or your honey giggles muffled by the gentle dance of your intertwined lips. it's a sweet song that drowned out the hammer of the rain and crackle of lightning that zipped across the sky.

"say," he muttered just as his lips were about to meet yours, "this is quite cliché is it not? two young lovers caught in the rain for a kiss? you'll indulge me, won't you, sweetheart? or are you perhaps too shy of how good i might make you feel?" he purred with a droopy smile and thumbed the apples of your cheeks.

"oh shut it," the exasperated smile on your face grew as you tugged him impossibly closer and brushed your nose against his, "less talking, more kissing, pretty boy."

kissing was nothing new: nothing grand or revolutionary or anything that would shatter through the glass panes of his reality. at least, that was what he thought before his lips had pressed themselves so firm yet gently against your own and your hands, which wrung themselves around his neck, raked through his damp locks and ignited a dance of swans in his heart.

even after he pulled away from your lips and caressed every inch of your face with his calloused palm, he never truly ever pulled away ever again: for you were his sweet siren who sang tales of starcrossed lovers and destined fate, and he was a mere sailor who loved and loved and loved and jumped ship without hesitation.

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" YOU'VE SHOWN ME WHAT LOVE IS—WHAT LOVE COULD BE IN ALL ITS INTRICACIES AND MIRACLES, AND I'LL MAKE IT MY LIFE'S MISSION TO REMIND YOU EACH AND EVERY DAY OF HOW MUCH I CHERISH THE GIFT OF LOVE YOU'VE GIVEN ME "

love is a tricky sea of uncertainty that requires a compass crafted of patience and a telescope forged out of understanding. but love, as he knew it, was not patient, kind, or understanding.

but you were.

patient was your heart which thundered so gently for him; every bit of him from the scalding portraits of firey flames on his body to the thick, coarse, wiry branches that engulfed his shielded heart. patient were the tips of your fingers, which brushed against his and never asked for more than he could ever give (because what he had was finally enough). patient were your lips that melded so sweetly against his and uttered words of unaltered affection bathed in a thick, rosy red glaze.

you understood that you could never truly understand a man like kaeya alberich and yet despite this your arms wrapped around his waist with no hesitation in sight, and you'd look at him as if his scarred and bruised hands were the glorious hands which hung the crescent moon and her glittering stars.

and the kindness that spread and branched out from your back like clouded, fluffy angel wings and engulfed him in their warmth; oh how kind your embrace was; how lovely it was to be peppered with kisses and bathe in your words of sweet love and adoration, or let you kiss the tip of his nose whenever you'd drop off a neatly packed box of a homemade lunch to his office.

he had lost his compass and had his telescope ripped from his trembling, young hands: but you forged new ones bonded of the strongest metals and utmost care and placed them in front of him: you allowed him to grab onto his navigation tools at his own pace, and with eyes unclouded by grief and fury and tools crafted of warmth, sunny days, and the smell of sunflowers did he finally set course for the treasure chest of your heart aboard his sturdy ship.

his compass guided his heart in the direction of yours, and with his telescope he spotted a shore line of a sandy beach where you sat with an armful of blossoming calla lilies and a gentle smile, waiting for his ship to finally dock.

and with these tools did he finally utter the single greatest three words known to all.

shoes and socks discarded and ankles deep in the sloshing, crystal waters of cider lake at the cusp of sunset was where kaeya alberich took both of your hands within his and first murmured a dream against your fingertips.

"say it again." you asked.

and he did. he said it louder, and louder, and louder, until he was screaming at the top of his lungs and spinning you around in the water until both of your clothes were damp and his voice was hoarse and throat sore and the air was filled with your mingled giggles and love-bathed gazes.

"well, are you satiated, sweetheart? or do i need to run my voice into the ground a little more?" that familiar boyish smile of his creeped onto his face as he cupped your face within his hands and thumbed your cheeks just as he did on the day he first got a taste of your lips, "though, if it's for you i wouldn't mind all that much." he murmured against the inside of your wrist as he picked up your hand within his own and peppered kisses all the way up to just beneath your earlobe, where you shivered in his arms and relished in his touch no gentler than the drop of a feather.

perhaps you were living the same dream when you whispered an "i love you too," against his lips, and let him lead you in a water-bathed waltz to the tune of rolling tides and cooing evening doves.

" I CAN'T PROMISE YOU MUCH, BECAUSE EVEN I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE FUTURE HOLDS; BUT I KNOW THAT SHOULD I LOSE MY WAY, MY HOME WILL ALWAYS BE IN YOUR ARMS "

home was within your arms, and you were never quite far.

according to his subordinates, their captain had gone "soft", but how could one not want to melt into the side of their love and feel them merge into their embrace? perhaps he was "soft", but softness was a sweet aria that sounded like you and he was an avid listener.

his duties bound him to work, but once finished you often expected him to be on your doorstep with an armful of your favorite flowers and a promise of a stroll around a rolling hill or two. bit by bit his clothes began to pile up in your closet, and yours his. he'd forgotten his scarf—slung over one of your dining room chairs—after a night spent humming gentle melodies and swaying in each other's arms while skewers of fruity chicken grilled on the stove and a tray of cupcakes baked in the oven (not to mention all the frosting he must have kissed off of your lips). you returned it the next day and draped it over his shoulder like a veil: he loved that it smelled like home because it smelled like the sweetness of the cupcakes you both had baked last night.

"kaeya! i thought i told you no spoon licking!"

despite being caught, he eyed you the second time his tongue scraped over the wooden spoon and collected the sweetness of the chocolate frosting into his mouth, complete with a satisfied hum. "my condolences, dove, but you must know by now that i'm simply insatiable when it comes to sweets." he chuckled and lurched his hand containing the spoon upwards just as you lunged forwards to grab it out of his hand.

"gimme the spoon, you big oaf!"

but that was the last thing he wanted to do; looking at the little furrow of your eyebrows and seeing you try to come off as angry but give in to the bursting bubble of giggles that wiggled up from your stomach made his heart flutter and glow a beautiful, pearlescent pink.

his free arm wrapped itself around your waist and pulled your flush against his chest, effectively silencing your attempts to regain the spoon and your giggly protests.

"won't you let me satiate my sweet tooth with just a little taste of you, dove?" he hummed against the shell of your ear.

of course he didn't mean the spoon—in fact he tossed it into the sink to hold the back of your head as soon as you closed the gap between your faces and let his sweet tooth indulge in all the sugary sweetness of your kisses.

his house was bathed in your glow: from little trinkets of yours that you had brought and put on his shelves because they suited him—according to you at least—(like the little trail of wooden duckies that shrunk in size the more they went down his shelf), to the now worn-in softness of his couch, once firm and hard from disuse.

there were imprints of your existences within both of your homes but he felt that there was never a need to ask you of anything more: what he had now was comfortable and safe. you existed in every crevice of his home, and how he dreamt so many nights of waking up in the morning to the smell of savory pancakes and coffee, and wrapping his arms around your waist and planting his chin firm on your shoulder while you flipped more of the delicacies.

he loved to surprise you—loved seeing the glimmer of your eyes when they lit up in excitement when his hands unraveled to reveal the prize beneath his skin: whether it was an invitation on a kaeya-esque date that involved mock pirate treasure hunts or a simple picnic in a field of flowers, or even just a little kiss, you loved it all and he loved you.

so with a heart bursting of desires for your hands to gently comb through his morning bedhead and for your clothes to hang neatly beside his in his closet, he looped a necklace with a perfect, bronze copy of his apartment key around your neck and kissed the back of your nape to utter silent words straight down your spine.

"you're always around, so i figured i'd gift you a little something to make my place easier for you to get into. you're the only burglar that i'd welcome with open arms, sweetheart." he chose to ignore the gentle, chiding slap on his forearm as he hugged you from behind and toyed with the metal key that now hung from your neck.

imagine his surprise when you, in turn, knocked him off his feet to the ground in a hug and produced a key similar to the one to your house from your pocket, made in a similar fashion to the necklace he had looped around your neck.

" I LOOK FORWARD TO ALL THE MORNINGS THAT I GET TO WAKE UP BY YOUR SIDE, AND I LOOK FORWARD TO WATCHING YOU BURN BREAKFAST TOO "

there was beauty to be found in even the most mundane of activities when it concerned you.

the minute his eyes fluttered open, he was gifted with the beautiful sight of your slightly parted lips and a thin trail of drool from the corner of your mouth as you snored contently with your head nestled into the crook of his neck. morning light streamed through his (or should he say yours—but really it was both of yours) bedroom windows and bathed your intertwined bodies in a honeyed morning glow.

it was the first time he'd ever woken up next to you when light was still young and birds cooed their sunrise sonnets. his fingers couldn't help but trace paths across your face and skin. he'd pull you closer if possible but distance was nonexistent when he held you so tightly in his arms. he couldn't wait for you to rouse from your sleep; just what was that pretty little mind of yours up to in there? perhaps one day you'd tell him if he asked, and he'd be sure to respond in kind with a foxy smile and tales of grandeur of his own.

but for now he was more than content to sync the rise and fall of his chest with your own and whisper ballads of affection with a sweet rosy scent through half lidded eyes and a gentle smile.

and when you did finally pull yourself away from unconsciousness and fell through the thick clouds of your dreams to wake in his arms, his heart felt whole and full and good.

"you're staring, captain."

your finger poked his bare chest with playful intentions under your fingernail before it dissolved into a tender touch where your palm splayed over his shoulder blade and creeped upward over his skin to cup his cheek, warm from the morning light.

"i quite fancy the drool on your face, wish i had a kamera to capture this moment."

he laughed as you groaned and pressed your face into his chest to avoid his teasing coos while you hurriedly used your sleeve to wipe the trail of drool from your mouth.

"you're insufferable, i'm gonna kick you out of my bed." you grumbled even as he hummed a chuckle against your scalp and kissed the top of your head.

"our bed, sweetheart." he corrected with an impish grin.

"...'m gonna push you off." despite your words, your arms tightened around his torso and you drove your face further into his chest—presumably in search of the gentle pitter patter of his heartbeat. he couldn't bite back the smile that spread to his face as his hand traced indistinguishable patterns along the length of your spine.

"g'mornin', dove." were the words he'd waited so long to say with a voice laced in sleep, and when you replied in an equally raspy and love-drunk tune and so easily slotted your lips against his, there was no other place he'd rather be than snuggled up beside you in your shared bed where you'd forever wake up with morning doves as your alarm and feel the gentle touch of each other's fingertips wander across starstruck skin.

" EACH DAY I WAKE UP AND FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU OVER AND OVER AGAIN, AND I WILL FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU OVER AND OVER AGAIN EVERY DAY FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE "

if there were an image that kaeya wished to burn into the back of his eyelids so that he could always remember every intricate detail and glimmering sparkle of the memory, the image of you in your wedding attire and bathed in a honeymooned glow would be his first choice.

his hands were trembling—not the kind that you'd see in a strong captain who'd braved the harsh flare of fiery flames, the cold sting of frost, or the quizzical enrapture of the stars.

his hands were trembling like they were trembling when diluc first placed a frog into his hands at the tender age of four, and kaeya—never having seen such a wonderous creature—was terrified it'd open its mouth and swallow him whole like the creatures back home could.

his hands were trembling like they were when he first picked up a sword and felt the grip of it rub against his once tender palms—now, however, they were quite callous from years of use and wear and yet your hands still caressed his as if they were made of heavenly clouds.

his hands were trembling like they were when he carried out his first campaign as cavalry captain with a shattered heart and a mask that would slip if he were not careful. his voice commanded his troops and he rode his black stallion with grace and glory and all the reverie that a captain should hold, but deep inside he feared braving the storms that awaited him—feared the ferocious endeavors that would snatch the lives of his troop, or even his.

but you knew—you knew so well just why his hands trembled. you'd seen it the minute you starting walking down the isle on the carpeted floors of the church. the white suit he adorned made him look so handsome, so sweet, the epitome of the man you'd soon swear your life to in legal binding. kaeya couldn't take his eye off of you, not from the minute you entered through the heavy, oak doors to the moment you met him at the altar and placed your hands within his own. the soothing rub of your thumbs over his knuckles had him relaxing into your touch, and the little "hi" you whispered to him made him want to do nothing but sweep you off your feet and book it out of the church and go dancing at the shorelines of lakes or read each other fairy tales on gingham picnic blankets on summer breezy days.

and though his hands continued to shake while he recited his vows, his gaze remained fixed onto you and the universe of possibilities that swam in your telescope eyes.

with a shaky breath, kaeya began:

"i'm a man who'd know no happiness without your smile, or love without your kisses."

for once there were no glittery words or phrases bathed in gold. he was terrified of being bare but to bear himself in your arms gave him the confidence he needed to declare his truth once and for in all the holiest of places in front of all those he treasured.

he was glad he lost track of how many dates you'd been on; glad that the thunderstorm that interrupted your picnic had backed the two of your into a corner so that he could finally get a taste of your lips. the day you gifted him true happiness and felt the first surge of love from your lips to his own was the day he felt reborn again; almost as if he had touched the stars and gotten a taste of cosmic dust.

"you've shown me what love is—what love could be in all its intricacies and miracles, and i'll make it my life's mission to remind you each and every day of how much i cherish the gift of love you've given me."

he wanted so badly to wipe away the tears that had begun to pool and trickle down your cheeks, sometimes running over the warbled smile on your lips.

"crying already, darling? but i've only read half of my vows." he leaned down and whispered for your only your ears. he did his best to ignore the slight crack in his voice towards the end and swiped his thumb just below your eye and kept his trembling hand pressed snug against your cheek.

"i can't promise you much, because even i don't know what the future holds; but i know that should i lose my way, my home will always be in your arms."

now it was his turn to tear up, despite how much he promised himself that he wouldn't cry. he tried to dissuade the urge to cry during his vows beforehand (because no matter how hard he tried, whenever he read those promised, sacred words, he just couldn't prevent himself from crying). but, for once, these tears weren't from a place of sorrow and grief, but rather a warm garden filled with roses and carnations and a sparkling fountain with both of your names inscribed on the shining marble. he let out a breathy, shaky laugh when you mimicked his touch and cupped his cheek within your palm to swipe away at the tears that cascaded down his face. kaeya didn't quite know if it was improper to so openly touch you beloved before you were wedded in the church, but nothing mattered more than the gentleness of your touch at the moment.

"i look forward to all the mornings that i get to wake up by your side," he started, squeezing your hand before continuing, "and i look forward to watching you burn breakfast too."

laughter rippled throughout the crowd as you choked back a joyful sob and gently knocked him in the shin with your shoe. "i'll make sure yours is burnt to a crisp, alberich." you muttered.

"what, me or you? we'll both be alberich in a minute, sweetheart." he retorted, despite the glimmer of fresh tears in his eye.

choosing to ignore the side eye of urgency that the pastor gave him, kaeya let go of your hand for a brief moment to pluck a single, blue rose from your bouquet and place it behind your ear before continuing.

"each day i wake up and fall in love with you over and over again, and i will fall in love with you over and over again every day for the rest of my life."

his hands still trembled: more than when diluc placed a frog into his hands, more than when he first knew the weight of a sword, more than when he led his first campaign. but they trembled within your own, and he knew that no matter what he'd be safe enveloped within your touch.

somewhere in the process, the pastor officiated him as your husband and those in the pews cheered, but he was far too enamored with studying every inch of your face and dipping into the pools of your eyes that never flickered away from him no matter what. when you finally cupped his cheeks and kissed him with such adoration and twinkles of starlight in your eyes, he knew that you'd always be there to hold onto his shaking hands.

kaeya knows how to dance with frost: be quick on your feet, subtle with your moves and never, ever, let the enemy get a hint of your next move.

but dancing with you for the first time as your husband was nothing like the dance of a battle of frost. it felt warm, soothing, and sweet: like the first bite of a gooey, chocolate cookie straight out of the oven. as he wrapped his arms around your waist and let you loop yours around his neck, he felt no need to adhere to the ebb and flow of noblemen footwork and fancy dance tactics. your noses brushed against one another, and he was pretty sure he was swaying with you much slower than the tempo of the song, but he wouldn't have it any other way.

the shimmering golden band that adorned his left ring finger was a reminder of his vows, both spoken and silent, and the life that he'd forge by your side as one who loves you. and as he raised your hand to press his lips to the similar ring that encased your finger, he felt a surge of determination wash over him like a gentle tide.

"hey," you murmured, and raised a hand to cup his cheek.

he hummed an acknowledgment and pressed his lips to the inside of your wrist without breaking the starry gaze that connected your eyes to his.

"i'm sure that our dance was supposed to end a little while ago." you giggled and weaved a lock of his fluffy, indigo hair through one of your fingers.

"was it now? my apologies, love, i got lost staring into your eyes."

he tastefully chose to ignore your playful eyeroll and instead zeroed in on your lips, which were moving and probably chiding him for making such a cheesy remark. as if in a trance, his hands cupped your face and tilted your head to the side for a tender kiss that felt like the first breath of spring in his veins; more dainty and gentle than the fragile petals of a soft, velvety rose. his fingers ran over the soft tips of the blue rose he had tucked behind your ear at the altar once he pulled away, all awestricken and breathless in the lungs.

there weren't any words that he needed to preach; no lord to impress, no one to woo or have them do his bidding in a game of wits. just you: you who loved him wholly and as he was for the man he knew himself to be.

the food, guests, and party can wait: because in your arms he is home and home is where he wished to forever remain.

date published: january 9th, 2022

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