People That Have Never Been In Poverty Arent Allowed To Like Mona Anymore

cold comfort. — kaeya, eula x reader ✿

you'll never forget their touch, even if the years may stretch out and the warmness of their love turns to what seems like icy cold.

— FT ; kaeya alberich, eula lawrence (separately) x gender neutral!reader

— NOTES ; ANGST. :") references to their cryo vision, many ice-related metaphors, comparisons, and descriptions. WC, ≈ 0.7k

— WARNINGS ; themes of abandonment. they still love you, and you them, but you still have to part ways for whatever reasons. physical affection (hugs, kisses) mentioned. having to leave them, or perhaps they leave you. (but they still love you.)

— A/N ; happy start of december! here's a little mini-series i kind of have for winter season fr cryo characters <3 so far this is only fr kaeya & eula but expect fr ayaka, ganyu, and rosaria sometime soon 👁✨ dedicated to @noxtivagus my beloved twin! >:D kaeya and eula kissers, sorry fr breaking yalls hearts ;c /lh ——— m.list.

cold comfort. only such a word could describe what you were feeling, as kaeya's slender hands left yours for the last time—traces of the freezing touch of his cryo vision lingering on your fingers. and, if one were to go closer, they'd see it too in your hair (that he loved to touch), your lips (which he loved to kiss), and even smack in the middle of your chest. for that was where your heart sat, and he had encased it with his love—love so quiet yet thrilling, but you knew anyways it was genuine. it always was.

so, why did he have to leave, then? your eyes shut close, and your mind repeated his words over and over again. excuses, excuses, and excuses—just a whole bunch of excuses and you just wish it were different, that it were better, and that he instead make excuses so the two of you could be together, not apart.

alas, such dreams are far too naive for this icy world, and he leaves you. the comfortable cold he brings about leaves a chilling numbness in your heart with bitterness in your mouth and on your lips which he used to kiss oh so filled with his love.

"i love you." he said, but he let go of you seemingly so easily that it's hard to believe he really did. but he still does and always will—his world is merely far too dangerous for you, so he thinks, and he doesn't want you to be hurt. even, if it costs him the happiness he had when loving you. thus do you leave each other, until the touch of his slender hands in yours feels like a faraway dream—a dream far too encased in ice to ever be revived, though it will always still stay dormant, somewhere there in the deepest pits of the heart.

eula thinks to herself, sometimes, as to why she had allowed to let you go—you, the one person whom she felt she could truly trust, with her heart that she stubbornly cages within her cold chest that refuses to ever give up until she has rightfully done her duty.

the winter in mondstadt feels colder than ever, but she's used to it. she likes the cold—though she sees you from the corner of her eye, and her breath hitches, and suddenly the shivers up her spine feel colder than if she hypothetically threw her cryo vision into freezing water in dragonspine. it hurts. oh, it's you. she steps back in caution and panic stirs in her mind when you notice her gaze, but you seemingly can do nothing more than stare as well.

"i miss you." is all she ever wanted to yell out. to stop caring, to finally live the life free of the burdens she was born with, to be with you—you, who when you both were younger, would comfort her with a warm hug. you, who she felt so at home and at peace and accepted by... but it was never meant to be. she didn't want them to see you the same way all the others did to her.

she misses that warmth. but, she let you go, didn't she? and she hates the way you both still catch each others glances in the street of mondstadt, only for her to force her gaze away and act as if she never knew you.

eula wonders, sometimes, if you still feel the same. for even after all that time, she still longs for the warmth you gave her that tore down her icy walls and melted her cold exterior, short as her time with you was. you opened up the real eula—not as a lawrence or the spindrift knight—but eula. though, those days are long gone now, only staying alive in the encases of her memories as cold comfort, which she hopes she will never forget, even if you may one day do.

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Hello-could I request a reader with small hands(sry if I requested them a lot but like since I’ve them :P)who one day is out with their S/O (Ayaka,Yoimiya,Kokomi,Sara and Ei)and then the reader out of the blue asks to compare hand sizes out of curiosity and reader finds out that their hands are smaller than theirs character reactions and vary-I hope this wasn’t too much take your time with this and take care!! :):):)

Comparing Hand Sizes Prt. 3

Characters: Ayaka, Yoimiya, Kokomi, Sara, Raiden Shogun

Warnings: none

A/n: No worries, I be writing a lot about hands but it’s all fun for me because it’s a unique concept :)

Link to Prt. 2  they’re not related in anyway just a similar concept if y’all want more

• Ayaka’s hands are probably relatively the same size as yours being such a short girl herself. Yours just being slightly smaller, enough to barely notice unless you put effort.

• Regardless of both of your small hands they felt comfortable. Such small dainty fingers interlocking together, you notice the feeling was notably different from other hands you’ve held.

• She was surprised that your hands were smaller than hers. Being a short girl, she too was used to seeing her hands smaller than most.

You sat in the Yashiro Commission Headquarters as your girlfriend, Ayaka, greeted a new guest. Her fan partially covered her face, and you couldn’t help but notice how small her hands were webbed along with the fan.

You thought maybe you’ve found someone with smaller hands than you. When given the opportunity Ayaka went behind the shoji screen divider, where she greeted you with an exhausted sigh.

“Ayaka, let me see your hands.” You brought her wrist up to yours comparing the sizes. It was difficult to tell, but with disappointment, you saw her hands were just a centimeter short of hers.

“Oh?” She looked surprised too, enjoying such a normal interaction with someone “I did not expect this. You see normally my hands are smaller than most.

“Ah- but my hands are freakishly small, so this is no surprise to me.” Ayaka giggled at your self-deprecation, she thought you were cute for your size even if it was smaller than most.

• Yoimiya is also quite a shorty. Her hands reflected it as well, but they’re still quite larger than yours. Her having averagely sized for her height, and you having freakishly small hands for your already short stature was a recipe for teasing.

• Whenever you held Yoimiya’s hands you noticed how strong her grip was, your palms were so close it created a pool of sweat between you two. But as long as you didn’t mind she didn’t either. She liked to hold your hand tightly because she thought it symbolized the connection between you two physically. 

• Yoimiya had larger hands for her height, so she would be surprised if they weren’t larger. She prided herself on them because they were what created the beauty of the fireworks in the skies.

Yoimiya was crafting a small toy made of the remains of a failed firework for the neighborhood kids. She said it would be like recycling, good for the environment which is the least she can do when her fireworks do is endanger it.

You couldn’t help but notice how her hands articulated around the wrench as she screwed a bolt in the toy to keep it intact.

“Yoimiya, let me see your hands.” She wiped off the sweat from her forehead before taking her safety glasses off, bringing her hand up swiftly to meet yours.

You compared the sizes, and of course, her hands were bigger, not by much but still visibly bigger. It just fed her ego of having bigger features than others who were also short in stature.

“Hehe~ I knew it.” She said triumphantly, “nobody can beat me in hand sizes, you see they’re quite chunky.” She tried to joke around giving you a big grin as you rolled your eyes playfully.

• Kokomi was also some short stuff. Her hands were so thin just like a model, you were jealous. Yet, in comparison, you weren’t surprised to find your hand smaller for the 100th time.

• Kokomi preferred to link arms simultaneously holding hands, she liked the intimacy. When she was in a good mood she would encase your one hand in both of hers and she would be even happier. The size difference makes your hand drown in both of hers.

• Kokomi was shocked to see your hands smaller than hers. She had such tiny hands for her height, and to find someone smaller was a 1/1000th chance.

Kokomi was greeting her generals after sending them off to Yashiori Island to fend off the Shogun’s opposing forces. You stood beside her as her assistant, it might’ve been a weird thought for the situation at hand, but you couldn’t help but think how small her hands were when she blessed her soldiers. She would hold one of their hands with both of hers and bow together moving on to the next, each soldier’s hands were perpetually larger than hers.

Once they were off through the gates of the Sangonomiya shrine she audibly sighed turning immediately to you. She allowed her exhausted self to fall into your hold, you knew how introverted the poor girl was, probably ran herself in the mud with all the recent work.

You looked to improve the mood, “Kokomi, let me see your hand.” She brought her small palm up to yours while still in your hold. Like you thought, her hand was small and gentle, but sadly not as small as yours. It overshadowed yours by half a joint. 

“Wow, I knew your hands were small but this is an unexpected result.” She let her fingers relax within yours, holding your hand as she stayed in your embrace. You felt her stressed heartbeat relax within your hand, hopefully, it distracted even just a little.

• Sara had massive hands compared to you. She was average height for a woman, but her hands spoke man. They were strong, rectangular, and veiny, which were all dominant in men.

• When your hands intertwined you felt the vast difference between the two, her were meaty yet elegant. The way your small hands loosely rattled, was quite comical but you thought it was almost like a mother and child with the size difference.

• Sara was not surprised to see your hands smaller than hers. She was surprised, however, to see that your hands were drastically smaller than hers. You fell short a whole joint, but she normally paid no attention to it.

Sara was stressed about the official documents that lay before her from the Kanjou Commission. They acquired especially low funds this month to operate the Tenryou Commission. While she figured out her operational budget for this month you grew bored.

You noticed her hand resting on her desk, her fingers dancing up and down in a wave pattern, making a patterned dudu dudu sound on her desk. You grabbed her hand to prevent her nervous habits, you knew she grew somewhat fidgety.

“Relax Sara,” she looked annoyed and surprised that you even said anything. She watched you align your hands, and as you expected, her hand was a little more than a joint larger than yours. “Wow what big hands you have,” you said in surprise.

“Well, what do you expect?” She asked sternly, she thought your antics were dumb and always stated the obvious, but it ultimately calmed her down from her duties.

• Ei’s hands weren’t too big or too small for her height, just about average as they come. In comparison to hers though, your hands made hers seem gigantic. In reality, you just had some small hands.

• Ei would subconsciously rub your hand with her thumb when you held it. It was a little quirk that she never noticed, the size difference made it so her thumb was rubbing the entire roof of your hand.

• Ei did not care, she literally probably didn’t even think twice until you brought it up. Even when you did she didn’t see the big deal about your hands being small.

Tonight was one of the few nights Ei retreated from her inner world to spend time with you. She knew you grew lonely, so occasionally she tried to spare a night or two a week for you.

Having your actual girlfriend in the flesh in front of you made you excited, every time you always wanted to pull all-nighters to savor the limited time you had with her. “Hey, Ei, let me see your hand,” you asked curiously. She obeyed quietly, you could tell the confusion on her face.

You pressed your palm against hers, you knew it, your hand being a whole inch shorter than hers. “Ah~ I’m so jealous, bigger hands are so much more attractive than smaller.” You looked at the stub you had for a hand in disdain.

“I don’t understand, What does hand size correlate to anything?” Ei was even more confused than in the beginning. You merely giggled and gave Ei a small hug, you loved her because no matter your “flaws” she would unintentionally overlook them.

Pairing: xiao, ganyu, yanfei, venti x reader (separate)

Prompt: realising they’re in love

Genre: fluff

Reader: GN they/them

He starts worrying about you more than he should and he tends to care more

The man is scared. He’s completely terrified. Every time you’re out of his sight he’s so worried. What if you get hurt? Or worse… die! But then he would stop himself. Why is he worrying himself over some mortal that he could easily replace?

Well that’s the problem.

He couldn’t easily replace you

He tried to get these thoughts out of his mind, he occupied himself with other things but then he found himself slipping

He was demons sloppily and making simple mistakes. His mind was just else where.

You invaded his brain like a parasite

Eventually he just gave in and accepted that he cared for your well-being

He just hopes that you’ll call for him when you need help.

She becomes more forgetful and gets flustered very easily

Ganyu and you are friends. Very good friends indeed

So when you two eat together she wonders why she’s so nervous to order

She wants you to see her in a positive matter so she would try to order as little as possible

But then you point it out she becomes even more embarrassed she has to excuse herself to stay in the bathroom for a good Half hour to regain herself

She also starts to forget little things like maybe wear an accessory that she normally does

Or maybe she forgets someone’s name for a minute or 2

Yet she can remember your top 5 favourite colours

She does eventually come to the realisation that she’s inlove with you (with some help)

She just hopes this will help her to stop messing up

Finds herself talking about you a lot more and wanting to be with you more often

Yanfei beings to hate overtime

She hates postponing your plans with her, or even if you two don’t have plans she’ll still be mad that she hasn’t had the chance to see you all day because of work

She wants to be hanging out with you as much as possible, even if you’re just sitting there listening to her ramble

Speaking of rambling, she started talking about you a lot more.

It might be just a reference about you to one of her clients or hours long rants about you to madam ping

Madam ping is what made yanfei come to the conclusion that she was in love with you

“Ah young love. If only I could feel that again.”

She said while shaking her head at yanfei

Which caused a loud gasp from the lawyer

boy was madam ping gonna hear your name a lot in the next few hours

He becomes more considerate and writes his songs about you

Everyone is well acquainted with a young bard in love

They hear songs about it all the time, so venti was no different

His songs about a mysterious person with h/c and e/c (everyone knew who it was about)

He also starts to think about what you would say if he kept going to the bar over and over again, so he tries to cut his visits

Honestly the man will want to impress you with everything his has if that he songs, his improvements to himself or using his wind to do cool things

The bard was truely in love he just hope nothing would go wrong in his efforts to court her

I love yelan and shinobu im a simp already. I’ll ask for how they are when they have a crush on reader and how they would confess.

How they confess to you

characters: Yelan / Kuki Shinobu x gn!reader (seperate)

warnings: none, just fluff

a/n: There aren’t too many things known about Shinobu’s personality yet, so I’m sure once she actually releases we will be able to look back to this fic and say “kinda ooc, ngl”, but until then I’ll have to use my gut feeling.

This is, of course, my first time writing for either of these two characters, so I’m sorry if I’m making a few mistakes when it comes to their personalities, but I think it should be fine

Also, this is kinda long, at least for my standarts

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Yelan

Yelan knew about you long before you had even met her, she had to make sure that the new hire at the Liyue Qixing didn’t have any ill intentions after all, but once the two of you finally met, you instantly got along with each other, her relaxed and easy going attitude a welcome change from the stress inducing one’s your bosses seemed to have around them all the time. While your friendly and open attitude, that made even strangers reveal small secrets to you from time to time, being too busy enjoying their drinks to care, coupled with your willingness to tell Yelan about them if asked, made hanging out with you both a nice way to procrastinate while getting enough information to technically be considered part of her job.

Even after the two of you had become, what you would consider, good friends, there were still a lot of things you knew she wouldn’t tell you about, most of them about her job. You had asked once about why exactly she needed information about a citizen of Liyue, assuming of course that her job required her to do so, she made it very clear that, since it was part of her job, she wouldn’t tell you. You completely understood, never asking about such things again, while simply enjoying spending time with her. But there were things you knew about her that most others, who even knew about the existence of a woman called “Yelan”, wouldn’t even dream about knowing.

You had finally managed to get a few days off, deciding that it would be a great opportunity to visit Yelan, and while her house laid well outside of the city, you eventually arrived in front of her door, knocking on it, only to have to wait much longer than you expected before it finally opened, revealing your friend giving you her usual smile.

“Well, what a surprising visit you decided to pay me”, she greeted you, the thought of how you had managed to surprise the usually so informed Yelan, making you smile, only for you to remember what an unhealthy sleep schedule she seemed to have whenever she didn’t necessarily have work to do.

“Did I awaken you from your sleep?”, you asked teasingly, only for her to shoot back immediately in a similar playful matter.

“That’s confidential, I could tell you, but sadly wouldn’t be allowed to keep you alive afterwards”, after shooting you another smile, she finally let you inside, and it wasn’t long before the two of you started playing a game of dice against each other. “I could use this chance to win a few Mora from you, but how about we spice it up a bit? The winner gets to ask the looser anything”, she offered, causing you to give her a look of suspicion. When she said “anything”, did she truly mean it? Probably not really, since you doubted that she would tell you anything about her work even if you won, not that you wanted to know anyway. But you decided not to voice your doubts, instead giving her a nod.

Well, it wasn’t like you even had to think about what to ask her, since no matter how much luck you seemed to have, Yelan would always top you, and while her questions started out standard, asking you about things like work, they grew more and more personal with each question.

“What’s your taste in women?”, she eventually asked with as straight of a face as ever, and while the last question had already seemed a bit too personal for your taste, this one made your heartbeat faster than usual whenever you thought about what would come next.

“Well, I don’t really have one… I’m not that picky, if they are entertaining to hang out with, I guess”, you answered truthfully, well not completely, since there was someone you had eyes for.

“Then what about me?”, she asked, topping all her previous questions while making your face as red as the Jueyun chillies she loved to eat.

“T-that’s more than one question”, you stuttered out, frantically trying to buy your brain enough time to figure out any reasons she might have said something like that, baring the obvious of course, since that was too good to be true.

“Of course, how silly of me”, she stated, only to immediately get the highest possible score, making it unnecessary for you to even try and beat it. “Well, what about me?”, she stated once more, leaning forwards before putting her head in her hands while resting her arms on the table.

After seeing you fail to form a coherent sentence more than once, she leaned back before speaking again. “Fine, let me a different question”, when you heard her words, you finally managed to calm your nerves down a bit, only for all your blood to shoot into your head once again immediately afterwards.

“I like you as more than just a friend, do you feel the same?”, before you even had the chance to think about it, your body immediately went into autopilot, nodding enthusiastically without delay, causing the woman in front of you to smile at you once again.

Kuki Shinobu

You had known Shinobu for a very long time, having been friends with her long before she and her family got on rather… difficult terms. But when she had gone to study in Liyue for a few years, the two of you lost contact, only for her to come back and become part of the Arataki-gang, something you couldn’t help but find odd. Sure, you hadn’t seen her for years, but her joining that group of rather unusual individuals, wasn’t something you had ever expected from her.

But when the two of you met again, you somewhat rekindled your old friendship. Sure, the two of you had changed a lot, and instead of wearing the shrine maiden clothes you had expected an adult Shinobu to wear, she had found a different way to dress, most notably wearing a mask to hide her face even though you had never thought that there was a need for her to do so, but at the core you were still the same people as back then.

You couldn’t pinpoint exactly when, but at some point in your friendship Shinobu had stopped acting entirely professional around you, acting far more friendly than before. It may have been far from the friendliness others, like maybe that Naganohara girl, seemed to offer, but still a big enough change for you to notice, not that you had anything against it, since you were just happy to have your old friend back. And while she still insisted on wearing her mask most of the time, she wouldn’t seem as embarrassed as the first time you accidentally caught her taking it off.

You had plucked a few lavender melons since you seemed to remember Shinobu having told you about how they tasted better when roasted and decided to pay her a visit to ask for a few tips, only to encounter what seemed to be the rest of the “Arataki-gang”, but without their name giving leader.

“Hey, I’m sorry to-”, you looked at what they were doing, only to find them stand around two beetles fighting each other, leaving you with more questions than answers, but decided to continue anyway “…interrupt you, but do you know where I can find Shinobu?”, you asked, causing all of them to immediately turn their heads around.

“You’re looking for Kuki Shinobu? Why? Do you need something from her?”, one of them immediately started questioning you, approaching you while making you feel as if you were in some sort of trouble, like you had broken an unspoken rule, but before you could continue, the man in front of you suddenly had a look of realisation on his face. “Oh, you’re her friend! The one she always spends time with after work”, he almost shouted, catching the attention of the rest, making them gather around you as well.

What followed was them bombarding you with one question after another, not leaving you any time to answer any of them, but seemingly not even minding. You had long lost the ability to even register any of their questions, since they would be interrupted in the middle of it, causing you to have to hear a completely new one, that was, until you heard a question that stood out.

“Are the two of you a couple? You must be, you always hang out with each other, and she even mentioned you a couple of times”, all other members fell silent, as all their gazes were focussed on you, awaiting your answer.

“She was talking about m-”, before you had the chance to finish your sentence, another voice rang out, this one clearly being Shinobu’s, but instead of sounding professional like usual, or relaxed like when you spent time together, this time it was filled with rage.

“You have ten seconds, whoever is in my line of sight once they are over won’t live to regret it”, in an instant, the mass of men around you were gone, all of them scattering into different directions, leaving you and Shinobu alone, she finally having calmed down somewhat. “I hate those idiots sometimes”, she stated bitterly before letting out a big sigh, her choice of words somewhat surprising you.

“They seemed… friendly”, you awkwardly stated, trying to make her forget what had just happened, but instead earning yourself a nervous stare from her, only to hear her sigh once more.

“You heard what they said, so I guess there’s no need to deny it. I like you, and I hope you do the same, do you want to go out with me?”, her confession caught you even more off-guard, leaving you frozen in place for a couple seconds before finally mustering enough working braincells together to answer.

“Sure, I feel the same”, you answered, only to find it to be an underwhelming reaction, searching for a way to continue. “Do you want to roast lavender melons together?”, you awkwardly asked while lifting the basked full of them that you held in your hand, earning yourself a small, rare chuckle from Shinobu.

“Of course”

epilogue — various.

characters: beidou, hu tao, ningguang, xiao, yanfei & gn!reader

synopsis: a comment on or a conclusion to what has happened. // how it’s like after you’ve left them.

warnings: angst, hints of breaking up, indirect mention of death, insanity (?), slight spoilers for xiao's lore.

genre: angst.

format + word count: headcanons + 0.3k

notes: reader is the one that left. i do not know why, it's just me writing up random scenarios for it :') - reblogs are greatly appreciated !

beidou is tired. she’s tired of grinning through it all and claiming it was fine, that she was okay, that she had moved on. when in reality she hadn't. she ached to hold you again, tell you how much she admired you. she wanted to hear your laugh. she couldn't, though, because you weren’t there anymore.

hu tao is broken. so very broken. all her pieces are scattered, fragmented, and she doesn’t know what to do. she tells herself that it would be alright, that it was going to happen eventually. but it didn't happen in the way that she had imagined. the way you departed and simply forgot about her existence still plays through her mind. she’s losing herself - allowing her mind to contemplate - to worry, to question. but never know why.

ningguang is confused. she didn’t expect it. the sweet smiles and soft hand grazes and gazing into each other’s eyes for just a moment longer. she believed it to be real, to be forever. she did not know it was going to end. but she hadn't seen you in a while - and all she could feel was guilt. though she did nothing wrong.

xiao is lost. he doesn’t know what to feel. he gave his trust to you, and it shattered in the end. he’s wandering, here and beyond - with no sole purpose. the epilogue began to make his karmic debt more excruciating. and he has no idea what to do about it. he is sorry though, that you had to waste your time on him - that he wasted his time on you.

yanfei is puzzled. she attempted to do everything in her power to make it work again. but time cannot be rewinded. the flame could not be rekindled. you left and never came back. so yanfei had to deal with it. life wasn’t always fair.

— © aelatus 2021. please refrain from copying, stealing, or profiting off my works.

𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 . 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐀

synopsis. although the stars change, some things remain the same. | requested. ♡

✧ ┊ Gentle winds blew throughout the air as the fire beneath your feet crackled. From time to time you would poke at the hot coals with a long stick... Just to watch as the end caught a small flame for you to put out. This happened quite a few times before you got bored of watching it happen over and over again.

Sitting beside you was a certain astrologist, an expression of great thought written across her face as she pressed at her circle of what seemed to be constellations of some sort. You didn't quite understand what she was so focused on but you didn't really mind. The fact you two could enjoy each other’s company like this was all that really mattered anyway.

"Can't you read the stars above?" You questioned, now leaning back to look up at the clear sky that shimmered above the two of you. From your perspective you could see the wide array of stars showing themselves to the world, twinkling and sparkling as if there was nothing wrong in this world.

"I could, but this way is much more organized and easier for me to use." The black-haired girl replied in a simple manner, not touching too much on the details of what exactly she was up to. You only nodded in reply, your attention to the stars now shifting into curiosity as you glanced over to her.

What exactly was she doing? You wondered to yourself, beginning to slightly lean into the astrologist ever so nonchalantly. From what your eyes could see, it was a mix of what seemed to be sparkling constellations being shifted and changed into whatever she wanted. It wasn't long before you were mesmerized by the colors and sparkles, your eyelids starting to become heavy.

Although she seemed unbothered by the action, Mona eventually stopped what she was. After so long of sitting like this with you, she was beginning to wonder if you were actually interested in what you were doing. "What you are doing?" She questioned, though no response was given afterwards.

After a bit of observation, it didn't take her long to realize you had fallen asleep. With your forehead lazily laying on her shoulder, body awkwardly hunched over, and breathing much heavier than usual, it was generally... Rather easy to tell.

It also didn't take her long to realize just how close you were to her.

Which of course, made her a bit flustered.

Of course, she didn't have the heart to wake you. Why would she when you looked so peaceful? Taking the alternative to keep you where you were, she kept her composure as calm as possible. Ignoring the fact her cheeks were dusted with the faintest shade of pink. Judging the way you slumped over, she also wasn't going to allow you to sleep uncomfortably. With one swift movement, she adjusted your head to lay properly on her shoulder. “Better.” She whispered to herself, content with how much more comfortable you already looked.

She quietly studied every one of your features with a certain feeling of warmth filling her chest. From how you smiled in your sleep to how the fire would flicker across your skin from time to time, she found everything about you admirable no matter what state you were in. Something about you kept her interested, even if it was another story about some slimes you ran into.

Pulling her out of her thoughts, she tensed up a bit when you began to stir from your sleep. Her head quickly snapped to look at the fire in front of you two, acting as if she wasn’t staring at you so lovingly just a moment ago. She remained quiet as she let you adjust your position to a new one she assumed you had found more comfortable. Heaving a light sigh, she could only shake her head at herself for being so flustered.

“Sleep well, Y/N.” She whispered, slowly laying her head on top of yours with a hesitant yet comforting arm around you as she began to continue finishing up tomorrows astrology column. Despite all these days traveling together, things never seemed to change between the two of you.

୨♡୧ keqing

summary: you know keqing is a hard worker, but sometimes she forgoes basic needs in favor of her job. today, you decide to surprise her.

notes: one shot, gn!reader, fluff, not edited

warnings: food

word count: 557

those in liyue harbor were lively like always– kids brushing by your clothing, and salepeople yelling in the streets. though, you had no time to take in the sights. you walked up to the counter of wanmin restaurant and rung the small bell besides it.

xiangling quickly appeared at the counter. “oh, hi! i wasn’t expecting you to be here.” she slid a bag full of food over the counter. as you dropped the mora on the counter, xiangling tilted her head to the side in curiosity. “say, are you having a party or something? you’ve never ordered this much food before!” her eyes darted down to the notepad in her hand. “do i have the right order…?”

you laughed. “no, it’s not for me.” pause. “well, mostly.” you quickly grabbed the bag off the counter and with a wave, the sea breeze of liyue rushed past your ears as you ran to the office of civil affairs.

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no thoughts, head empty, just Columbina & Arlecchino

Harold, they’re lesbians!

Hey hey~

Can I please request Lisa, Amber and Jean with an artistic gf?

She's usually drawing in her notebook and one day she's leaves it unattended and they got through it and see some drawings of them

I would like to see how these girls would react

lisa, amber and jean with an artistic s/o!

warnings: jean is the only story with reader referred to as a girl, gay panic,

genre: hcs/oneshots/fluff

a/n: hell to the yeah, my first genshin req made my brain release the happy chemicals. you always come up with great stuff when you requests, keep it up!

men, dni.

lisa

you were really protective of your works

so not even lisa gets to see them

yeah, she knows you’re an artist, yeah, she knows you spend hours on your pieces, but she’s never seen a single one.

and lisa respects your boundaries, she has never tried to steal a glance at your artbooks even if they’re in plain sight.

she’s a woman of her word, and if she said she wouldn’t look, she keeps her promise.

but, one saturday morning, lisa had just arrived at the library. still sleepy, she placed her glass of water on top of a stack of books, that stack included your artbook.

she quickly realized her mistake, but before she could yank the glass away, it had already been knocked over.

the librarian scurried to rescue your precious drawings, she could fix the damaged books, but yours she was uncertain. how can she recapture something that was carefully crafted by one hand alone? let alone the hand she loves so dearly? she fell to the ground, your book landing under her body as the water spilled on her desk, and on herself.

lisa looked up, but was immediately struck by worry. what if your book didn’t survive?

she hurried to pick up the book, she checked the front and the back, and without thinking, she opened it to a random page.

before realizing her mistake, she was met with herself. lisa looked in awe at a drawing you had fully colored, of her. it was so detailed she even remembered the day you drew it. you and her were on a date, she laughed away while you had your nose stuck in your book, she now realizes why that was.

you wanted to capture her every feature.

lisa wasn’t sure whether to confront you about this, or keep it a secret and save you the embarrassment.

but, she just loves to tease you…

amber

amber is your… clueless on art friend.

“ah… i have no idea what i should draw.”

“hmm… oh! you could draw those slimes over there!”

“wtf”

but she tries her hardest to support you in your artistic endeavors!

you literally have just been drawing in a field, amber looking over your shoulder, with comfortable silence between you both, and then hilichurls attacked-

you just sat there, focused on how the hand should look while amber burned enemies alive.

ah, to be young and in love <3

amber loves your drawings

if you hid them from her she would wander around wondering “did i do something wrong…?”

your hidden drawing wouldn’t be so hidden anymore though, she desperately wants to find out what the hell you created.

since you’re not a boss in a video game, it was fairly easy to find the drawing.

no traps, no locks, it was just in your backpack. though she had to wait your you

to fall asleep.

don’t call her a creep she’ll be even sadder

though, she forgets about her sadness when she sees your drawing of her.

her heart would flutter, she had to restrain herself from screaming so you wouldn’t wake up.

“GET OUT O- oh, amber.”

she shrieked, you stood there at the bottom of the stairs with a candle, looking unimpressed.

“i-i can explain-“

“explain why you’re in my house at three in the morning?”

“i-“

“for barbatos’s sake-“

let’s just say, you calmed her down from her anxious thoughts about you hating her, and she hugged you while crying, babbling about your drawing of her.

jean

you drew maps for the knights of favonius, intricate maps that went way more in detail then normal maps usually do.

jean is incredibly thankful for all the help you give, and never fails to praise you on your skills.

“wow, (f/n), amazing as always. you even explained the different ground levels for the less informed knights on the side, how many copies did you make again?”

“well… forty five…”

she just wants to pat your head each time you come back with the commissioned maps, you go even farther then you have to, which relaxes jean alot. she finally feels like all the weight of being the acting grand master is off her shoulders.

jean had commissioned three maps for three new knights, but you, the stressed artist you are, had already promised five other commissions to some travelers in liyue, making your schedule… hectic.

“sorry this was on such a short notice, (f/n), i-“

“no problem! here you go-! ah wait that was not for- wait a moment- ah there! here you go, jean! sorry for leaving so soon gottagobye!”

and with that, you ran out the door.

jean just stood there, confused and amazed. she honors your will to take on any task at hand. (this is a weird moment for you to be gay, jean.)

she picked up the three maps, but underneath, was something with a hard cover.

‘huh?’ jean thought to herself, picking it up while placing the requested maps down.

‘did lisa forget her books here again?’

she opened it, and her eyes grew wide.

the book was filled with beautiful sketches, she couldn’t help but keep turning to the other page. she saw a sketch of venti, one of the traveler, even one of diluc.

jean felt a little bad, after all, you work so hard on your maps, you only had time to quickly sketch these out. she needs to get you to take a break once in awhile.

her thought process stopped, though.

she reached a page, filled with sketches of… her.

there was even sketches of her sword.

jean blushed, not something she really does often.

she placed the book down, and decided to sit down for a few minutes…