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the suffering never ends

xiao: sir please stop eating my bf whole hes crying

I love them uwu.

“Are they, like, some pushy uncles? Along with the defiant, hip youngster.”

Genshin [All male characters] When you ask “What would you do if I disappeared?”

Notes: Feeding everyone.

Characters: Aether, Albedo, Bennett, Chongyun, Dainsleif, Diluc, Gorou, Itto, Kaeya, Kazuha, Razor, Scaramouche, Tartaglia, Thoma, Venti, Xiao, Xingqiu, Zhongli, fem!reader

Warnings: not proofread, hints of death, implications of dying, mentions of death, bit of crack, bit of angst, bit of fluff, bit of everything

Personal Favourites in this work: Venti, Diluc, Albedo, Xiao

Aether

His sister is already missing. What do you think he would feel if you ask something like that?

The fear in him is real. It seems endless, all this looking around for his sister. Adding you going missing into the mix, it was like torture. Like an endless spiral down into an endless hole.

“Aether? It’s just a hypothetical question, you don’t have to think about it too mu–” you were really just blurting out thoughts and nonsense.

He pulls you in for a hug, one arm tight around your waist and the other behind your head. “Please don’t” he whispers. “I don’t have anything else,”

He’ll become a shell of himself if you disappear. He’d look for you, but he’ll shed tears every night. 

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his reaction to your attractive m!friend

[a/n: gorou & childe ver.]

[note: this is a modern!au and includes f!reader]

kaedehara kazuha (楓原万葉)

“and who was that, petal?” despite his soft voice, you knew better and detected the underlying sharpness hidden within it

“hm? oh, that was luke! he’s my childhood friend. now that i think about it, it’s been a while since we’ve seen one another.” you felt the arm he wrapped around you tighten at the implication that you were considering of seeing this ‘childhood friend’ sooner than he’d like

he wasn’t jealous, he said. his smile wasn’t forced at all, he said. he’d love to meet your friend—your annoyingly attractive friend, who acted too nice in his opinion, he said. there was no issue. none. however, the longer kazuha tried to downplay what he felt, the more the opposite took place

with a tight-lipped smile, kazuha hummed, “that’s nice.”

you weren’t an idiot. you could tell something was wrong with your boyfriend, but you couldn’t pinpoint what. hence, you continue to keep an attentive eye on him for the next few days. which, was smart of you because now you were beginning to see a pattern arise. hm, he only seemed to act this way whenever you mentioned luke…could he be…?

“do you feel threatened by luke, ‘zuha?” you asked one day, as you two cuddled on the couch while you watched the latest netflix series everyone was gushing about online

he hid his face in your hair to hide the expression he wore and prevent you from moving and looking up at him. he whispered, “…no?”

“really?” you chuckled, rubbing his bicep to ease his nerves, “then why do you always glare at him like he wronged you?”

“you noticed?” his intentions of hiding his distaste for your friend long gone. he knew he’d only make himself look like a fool if he continued this charade

“kind of hard not to.”

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Liyue characters series 🎋 “Just what will we come across this time?.”

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Ways to Say “No” to Things.

Without saying “I’m sorry.” 1. “I wish I could help but my plate is pretty full right now.” 2. “I have said yes to too many things lately and I’m honestly overwhelmed at the moment.” 3. “I am not accepting any new tasks right now.” (I use this a lot and even though it is firm, I get positive responses because it’s relatable). 4. “I am over-committed right now, but I hope you find the help you need.” 5. “That’s my night to spend time with my family but thank you for asking me.” 6. “I’d love to but my schedule is packed right now.” 7. “That’s not a good day/time for me.” 8. “That’s not really my area, but thank you for thinking of me.” 9. “I’m honored but I can’t this time.” 10. “Thank you but this isn’t something I’m able to take on right now.” 11. “I am needed somewhere else that day, but thank you.” 12. “I am limiting my commitments right now.” 13. “I am honestly not able to dedicate the time right now.” 14. If you are disabled: “Spoons are low, so today is not a good day for this.” (try using “bandwidth” instead of “spoons” if you are not disabled so we can preserve the meaning of “spoons.”) 15. “That’s not a good fit for me, but (offer a genuine alternative).”

#can i brush your hair tonight?

—instances when you brush, pat, or pet his hair or take care of it for them

CHARACTERS. Zhongli, Xiao, Venti, Thoma, Scaramouche, Kazuha, Kaeya, Gorou, Diluc, Childe, Ayato, Albedo, Aether

THEMES. fluff! reverse comfort.

WARNINGS. may have spoilers on Venti. (Very) Slight suggestive on a few parts (Albedo, Venti, Thoma?) but nothing much to worry about.

NOTES. hello so this is slightly late, i know. i was out for most of today plus i also relished eating my tonkotsu ramen so i forgot the time hahaha. anyway hope you’ll like this one guys<33

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ZHONGLI is steadfast as a rock and would be rather difficult to fluster despite great efforts. He’d crack a smile or two, admiring the beauty of your actions, but you’ll never win from the toughness of his shell.

“You’d like to brush my hair?” his voice was laced with confusion before he chuckled, “Well, who am I to deny such a gracious request from my beloved?”

Silence filled the room yet both of you relished on the tranquility of each other’s presence, the scent of the tea you two had still in the air, and the crickets of the night sang to further fill in the harmony of the evening.

The brush skims through his thin, long strands that didn’t seem to have that much need. Yet despite it, you made sure that nothing was left uncovered, leaving no regrets behind. By the time you finished, his eyes flutter open as he turns to you, a soft smile on his lips. He then reaches towards your cheek before he says, “I did not know such a simple thing could put my mind to ease, thank you, beloved.”

XIAO is wary, slow to open up, could stretch his wings and fly away when he feels threatened. It was night when the dark enveloped the depths and crevices of the yaksha’s heart, creeping in and soiling his already lost core. His karma—you were no strangers, you knew.

“Xiao, I’m here,” you whisper as his words pushes you away, his body stiff under your embrace, fingers on the strands of his hair. His system was shutting down, almost getting sucked in by darkness when he felt it. The way you caressed his hair still, his scalp and dark locks locks soothed by the tips of your fingers, as if pulling him from the gloom of his debt.

He breathes in as if he hadn’t all his life, panting hard as if vision clears, sight regained as he realizes he was in your room, your house. Not in Wangshu, but with you.

“Are you back?” you looked at him for a minute, and he saw the tears that were in the corner of your eyes, now falling down when you were able to confirm that he was coming to, a smile—the most beautiful smile he had ever seen—forming on your lips before you pulled him in another embrace.

“You’re back. You’re back, Xiao. I thought I lost you,” you say. He was breathing normally by the time he raised his own arms to wrap them on your waist, letting himself return your affection.

“You saved me. I am in your debt, Y/n.”

VENTI’s body is not his own. His face, his hands, his eyes, his hair and everything else is not one that was fated to him—for him. He didn’t particularly paid much attention to his desires. He was no one before you came into his life.

His giggles echoed in the room as you untangled the braids of his hair, the bluegreens coming into life at the softness of your touch.

“So brave of you to ask, my windblume,” he muses, to which you lightly slapped the back of his shoulder while chuckling.

“What? Don’t be shy now,” he teases grinning in fromr of the mirror with his hair now untied and let down.

Despite tt all, he’d be silent throughout the process, a soft smile playing on his face, yet still silent. You could tell he was savoring the moment of being taken care of, his muscles and body at ease.

His body was not his own, but with you here, every moment makes him feel like it was his all along.

THOMA had always thought of others before himself. He does not also have the time to do so, anyway. Thus when you came and changed his entire routine, it was then that he realized how much effort he puts onto others before, and with you by his side, he was slowly starting to appreciate and be selfish of the attention he had neglected from himself.

“That feels good,” he says as he lets you rub your fingertips on his scalp, your digits on his strands, “You’re so good to me, you know.”

He cracks one eye open and he reaches for your hand, placing a kiss on it for a little while before closing his eyes once again. Such a sweet man, he is, he doesn’t even know how much your heart skipped a beat and your breath halted at such a simple action.

SCARAMOUCHE would kill with the daggers of his gaze—or literally—before anyone could even touch him. Yet, like many other time, you remain his one and only weakness.

And he doesn’t know if he despised it or loved it.

“What are you-” he halts, his mouth pursing shut as you continued to brush his hair with your palm, smiling as you compliment him on how smooth it was. You chose to ignore the blush that appears on his cheeks as he continues to stare at you, forcing himself to narrow his eyes at your form; his hat on your head, a pleased look on your face. It was a good thing no one was there around both of you or else he might have dug his own grave by letting you pet his head and hair delightfully.

“I’m not a pet, Y/n,” he frowns—pouts, actually. But despite this, you could tell how much he liked it with how he doesn’t push you or your hand away.

Soft as a feather. It was natural of KAZUHA to always compliment your beauty beyond his—you’re the priority, When you offered to do his hair one particular time, he was ready to say no. Yet he knows those sparkles and glitters in your orbs, begging him to say yes, thus he did, chuckling with a “Of course, whatever you wish, my dove.”

He remains silent as you carefully brush his hair first, asking him every now and then if it hurts every time you straighten up the knotted strands of his light hair with a whisper. It warms his heart, how much you care, how much you love. By the time you finished combing snd tying his hair on his usual style, he suddenly turns around and grabs your hand, placing a kiss on each of your knuckles before standing to his feet and pressing his lips on yours.

“Thank you,” he whispers next to your skin, “you never fail to amuse me, dove.”

KAEYA has too many secrets to hide. The gravity of his sins couldn’t even compare with those that seemed visible to the eye.

When you touch his hair, you were touching his heart, his core, his soul. He wants to pull away, to never let anyone see his vulnerabilities and fragilities. Yet you, you have something in you that makes him feel… free.

Freedom’s such a heavy word, even from him who supposedly hails from Mondstadt. With your lips, he love; with your hands, he care; with your touch, he submits. You broke him out of the frozen confines of his heart, made him breathe through the air of this so-called love.

“Kaeya? Does it feel good, hun?” you asked him, and he looks into your eyes and tells the truth.

“Of course, sweetheart,” he smiles at you, “Everything you do for me is good.”

Due to his natural instincts, GOROU feels your touches with an intensity. Just merely having your fingers caress and run through his hair makes his muscles instantly ease to the touch. He accidentally lets out a few hums or moans especially since his guard was down, only to let it back up as he consciously looks around, cautious of having anyone else around.

You giggled as you gently pat on the back of his head, halting the soft attack on his hair and ears for a little while, letting the poor boy rest and take a breather, “Don’t worry, no one but me will hear you.”

“This is embarrassing,” he hides his face on the crook of your neck, but remained having his arms around you and legs propped on either side of yours—seated on your lap, actually.

“Don’t be, baby,” you purr, “I’m just pampering you for a little while. So just relax, hm?”

DILUC shielded himself from anything else, anybody else. Deflected any other care towards him and as a result, he wasn’t used to such kind of affections.

“You don’t have to,” he says as you prompt him to sit down in front of the mirror, eyes telling how much it’s not something he does not do often—ever, probably.

He remains quiet for a long while, you won’t even know if he liked if or not until you two were about to slip on the bed, suddenly feeling him hug you from behind and kissing one of your temples as he held you there for a little while.

“Would you like this to be a recurring habit every night?” he whispers, quite hesitatingly but still letting it out, “It appears you took pleasure on it, I don’t mind if you’d want to keep it that way starting from now.”

CHILDE is a wildfire, despite his wave-like strength. Yet there are times when he’s magntized by the force of your peace, and this is was one of those times.

You were taking off his mask, helping him out of pure routine when he comes home. By the time you successfully do so and had the item placed somewhere else, he takes a hold of your hand before pulling them up to his hair once again.

“Why?”

“Can you do that again?” he inquires with a shy smile.

You could only furrow your brows as you then realized what he was referring to, a smirk forming on your lips, “Want me to caress your hair?”

He pouts and he seemed to want to say no but he sooner nods, pulling you from where you both were until he plops on the couch, while letting you sit on his lap.

“Please? I’m so tired from work,” he whines, snaking his arms on your waist and settling his head on your shoulder, not before pressing a gentle kiss on it first.

AYATO‘s hair is like silk, woven by the greatest seamstresses of Inazuma, He lets you brush them since you seemed to have been wanting to—you confessed it to him, actually, by the time you two had gotten together.

He lets you do whatever you want with them; through braids, ponytails, or maybe even a bun. You let him take care of you, thus he lets you do the same to him. Actually, he’d let you play with his hair while he’s doing his work. “It calms me down,” he says, referring to the way your fingers run over his hair, your fingertips teasing his back or his shoulders or the back of his neck, brushing onto them accidentally.

ALBEDO couldn’t understand the pleasure of having their hair touched by someone—being taken care of, actually. Such a confusing topic that he can never relate to until it happened to him—you happened.

He felt it; how his shoulders eased, a sigh falling out of his lips, his back leaning to where you were behind him, and it was as if the world had gone and you and him were the only ones left. When you proposed to take a bath together, he didn’t expect for someone such as himself to feel like this. Comforting, almost like a sanctuary and an escape from the world.

“You’re silent, ‘Bedo, are you alright?” your voice pulls him out of his reverie.

“Better, actually,” he answers, “I did not know how calming it is to have someone massage though one’s scalp or let them wash their hair. Unexpected but it’s not really surprising, after all, there are nerve endings in the scalp, which makes it quite easy to let us, even such as I, to feel good.”

You could only blink as you nod even if his back was on yours, awkwardly chuckling, “Yeah.. that’s right. Anyway, would you like me to apply conditioner on your hair?”

Teyvat is a cruel world. AETHER knew of that as his footsteps wandered around, traveled and met everyone and experienced everything.

He swears to protect you, to show you that there is a light beneath the darkness. And yet, you’re the one who does it to him, who takes care of him or loves him when he didn’t know he needed it. He has his sister, and he has everything. But now, he doesn’t think he could live the same without you and your fingers sliding onto his hair, bringing them together into a braid just how much you put him together. You were now his foundation, a sanctuary he couldn’t have expected to find, the person who makes him whole and drown out all the worries away, even for a little while.

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