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synopsis : taking care of klee with albedo | ask

characters / / albedo, klee | gn!reader [platonic]

theme / genre : pure fluff headcanons <3

warnings : none

author’s note : this is rather long due to favoritism, and also because these two are some of my favorite characters ^^

! reader has a hydro vision ! (mostly to deal with klee’s fires)

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M.MASTERLIST

♡ — Mondstadt

♡ — Inazuma

♡ — Liyue + others

Zoom up! by kahimi karie

the title of the last song you listened to is how ur 2022's gonna go

hiiii i absolutely adore your writing!! idk if ur accepting requests right now but when you are here's a lil something that's been in my mind for a while now; how would the genshin peps be around reader that they see as a parent/guardian? likee if someone does anything to them pause readers gonna kick ass rq, reader looks after them and gets genuinely annoyed if they don't eat properly/rest enough and looks after them and compliments them and is always there to listen <33

❝dating a doting!reader…❞

note: gn!reader. do not copy. reblogs are appreciated.

xiao (魈)

because he spent a majority of his time in this world alone, he was without a doubt perturbed by how kind and caring you were towards him. why? what did he do to deserve such gentle treatment from you? he often asked himself. he was aware that maybe your relationship had some part in it, but was it enough?

it’d take more time for him to get used to you loving him and taking care of him. there was a period where he used to flinch whenever you coddled him or stared at you wide-eyed akin to a cat whenever you chided him for coming back to the inn slightly roughed up

“i swear once i find the treasure hoarders who did this to your pretty face, they’ll regret ever crossing paths with you,” xiao heard you grumble under your breath, as you carefully applied some ointment on the small burn on his forearm

“i’m alright. there’s no need for you to find them and endanger yourself,” he reasoned. though, it only fell upon death ears since you continued to curse his assailants with no intention of stopping

overtime, he’ll get used to it. although it didn’t mean all was well, there were times where he caught himself getting upset over your absence or fussy when you didn’t pay as much attention to him as usual, and he felt instant guilt for being so selfish

“why do you go out of your way to do this for me? what do you gain from this?” he asked one night. he immediately regretted it once he saw the incredulous yet hurt expression on your face. you didn’t even need to say it, your body language alone told him how ridiculous his question was

“i do this because i love you, xiao… a lot.”

“…you love me?” out of all the answers you could’ve given him, this was the last one he expected. xiao couldn’t believe it. you love him! to hear you confirm it hit harder than he liked, tears lined his eyes as it sunk in his head

“yes… i, uh, i do… do you, um, love me too?”

“i-i do.” he nodded, quite firmly too. “thank you for taking care of me.”

diluc ragnvindr

initially, he mistook your acts as a disgusting effort to raise your social status or for monetary gain. growing up as a noble, he was taught to be cautious of those around him. clearly, it stuck to him in his adult years.

howbeit, the longer he spoke to you, the more he saw how severely wrong he was about you. you were acting from genuine kindness, and he felt terrible for assuming otherwise

in fact, diluc was so ashamed, he treated you to dinner once… then twice… and maybe a third time as well? let’s just say something developed after those nights out ;)

still, it shocked him whenever you took time out of your day to look after him. while you were protective of him—other tycoon owners who badmouthed him in the past can vouch for this, you also didn’t hesitate to put him in his place when he was in the wrong

kaeya was so grateful for you that he started referring to you as his ‘in law’ …honestly, he took partial offense to the way people considered you a blessing. was he that difficult to be around? even adelinde began calling you the ‘other master of the house’ because he listened to you

“please, ‘luc… please…”

“later, love,” he dismissed, as he persisted to absorb every word in the document in front of him despite his aching migraine, “i’ll finish this first then i’ll head back to bed.”

you scolded, “stop being so difficult, ‘luc—you’re sick for heaven’s sake! you have a fever right now. face it, you need to rest. not work.”

“i’m fine,” he insisted, setting aside the document to face you. contrary to what he planned, he lowered his stance when he saw how serious you were. he didn’t want to upset you any further. hence, he listened and returned to bed

diluc might not say it out loud or as often as he’d like, but he’s happy to have you in his life. he had a habit of overworking himself to the brink and it felt comforting to know he had someone who reminded him to take a break from time to time. later that night, he held you tighter than he did before… adelinde wasn’t pleased to see both of her bosses sick as a dog

today (27 Jan) is International Holocaust Memorial Day, so I've compiled a list of charities you can donate to which help to preserve European Jewish culture as well as supporting living Jewish communities, especially in Eastern Europe, as a way to honour victims of the Holocaust both by preserving their memory and by supporting the European Jewish communities that the Nazis aimed to destroy.

- YIVO; founded in Vilne, Lithuania in 1925 and now based in New York, is one of the largest organisations for the preservation and education of Yiddish, as well as hosting the largest archive of Eastern European Jewish materials (23 million items) - including many which were rescued from Nazi book-burning by Jewish resistance. It is the ONLY prewar Jewish library and archive to have survived the Holocaust.

- World Jewish Relief, formed during the Holocaust by the UK Jewish community to aid the evacuation of German Jews. The majority of their modern day work focuses on aiding vulnerable Jewish communities in Eastern Europe. They also provide aid to refugees, disabled and elderly people, and respond to international disasters across the world.

- The Yiddish Book Centre hosts an online archive of hundreds of digitised Yiddish books (many with translations), as well as a video oral history archive with 1000+ Jewish people of all ages and backgrounds telling their own stories, many in Yiddish (with subtitles). They also train new Yiddish translators and run lectures, education programs, film screenings, music festivals, and the world's first Yiddish museum.

- The Together Plan supports post-Soviet Jewish communities, especially in Belarus due to the current instability there. As well as supporting Jewish communities with aid, education, and community building; they also record and translate Holocaust testimonies, preserve Jewish graveyards, and run education on Jewish Belarus.

- The European Jewish Cemeteries Initiative works to preserve and restore Jewish cemeteries, particularly in countries whose Jewish populations were decimated by the Holocaust, which left cemeteries to be vandalised and fall into decay. This is an important act in honouring the dignity of the dead, as well as witnessing and preserving the presence of lost European Jewish life.

If you have no money to spare, consider spending some time browsing the testimony and history hosted on YIVO and the Yiddish Book Centre as an act of memorial.

Model!au coming out this week if everything goes right! There's 4 characters involved btw

Clean up your mess.

childe x princess!reader

Word count — 0.9 k

cw — non graphic depictions of death,blood,non sexual degration

genre — hurt no comfort.

summary — childe was sent out to kill your father, setting out to leave the palace they hear crying going back to the scene they see you crying over your fathers dead body.

background music —

“A king you say? , how interesting. Alright, I'll be on my way !”

Childe heads out of the door. You know most people wouldn't have that much glee on their face when they're told to kill someone but I guess childe isn't most people huh? Killing a king, now that was something childe hasn't done before. boots crushing on the snowy grounds of Snezhnaya he couldn't help but think about his “victim” does he have a family? If so, does he cherish them? Well, he better because these moments will be the last he’ll ever see them again.

Then he arrived, modest weather obviously warmer than Snezhnaya but not hot, it looked similar to monstad in a way but simultaneously different. could it be that he liked it here? hemp, not a chance. He stops with the chitter-chatter and heads on with his mission. Of course, there's no time to waste. Do you know how hard it is to infiltrate a palace? No, you don't.

“ according to the schedule of the king, he should be here soon.”

Childes' curious eyes glid across the king's tea area. scaling around every object in the room, the room just looked gloomy. He didn't know how to explain it; there was just no sense of happiness in there. Not too long after noticing a family photo.

“So he does have a family, what a shame.”

Most people knowing his personality would think this was satirical but no, every word that slipped out of his mouth at that moment was pure misery. tearing a family apart was not something childe particularly enjoyed doing but it was rather he had to. oh here comes the king.

“ Yes, I understand that I have a meeting to attend to but just give me some alone time, please? for once.”

As the door slammed behind him the king let out a sigh. childe wonders

“Is he too stressed to notice or something? Well, I'm not complaining, makes my job easier?”

Pulling the dagger from his left pocket, he glances at it for a moment but remembers the task at hand. steering towards the king he seems to be aware of remotely his now presence, not much of a difference to childe anyway since his going die to either route he takes, screaming, shouting, or even briber whatever he tried wouldn't phase him.

“Hey wh- who are you w- we can talk abo-”

The king's frantic words were sadly cut off by a blade that slashed his throat a sense of pride suddenly ran thru childe's veins still making quite the mess, blood on his papers all on his photos well at least the room had a little color tho whoever cleans this is gonna have a heck of a time, childe didn't care because he wasn't the one who had to clean up the mess, he never was.

“Okayy now that's done I can leave, wonder what his meeting was about. huh I guess we’ll never know”

Out the door he goes,trabling down he stairs wondering what his next task will be. the only problem is someone's crying, in the same exact room he just killed someone in. he knows going in will just make his task harder but he can't shake the off the "guilt", he's never felt like this before, was it because he had a family or was it that he guy didn't do much wrong. he doesn't know Tsaritsa just wanted the guy dead.he open the door he just went out of a few minutes ago he sees a girl not just any girl but a princess,body hanging over her fathers dead lifeless one she clung to it as if it was going to bring him back but nothing,no sing of life,no movement,nothing. she was just left sobbing there, assumably alone,he knew there was nothing that could fix this,back turned to the wall eyes on the floor. there was this disgusting feeling seeping all over his body he felt like he was catching a disease one not lethal but one that brought executing pain,slumping his body over to you

“Sorry.”

That's all any other words he wanted to say refused to come out of his mouth, you couldn't speak either the man that took your father, your guide, your helper, is now apologizing like it's some candy he stole? How dare he lay his disgusting, filthy, fleabag hands on you “how could he”

Is the words that repeated through your mind, how did he even muster up the courage- no pride to speak to you, to look at you, to touch you. you were revolted by his mere existence and childe could tell the guilt was eating him alive rightfully so,he knows he doesn't deserve to feel any type of guilt right now he knows full well what he did and he did it anyway. how could a person do something like this a still feels bad for themself,simply nauseating. You saw his lips separate like he was going to say something, you stopped him.

“Hands off, Mutt.”

There was a shock going through his body and you could see it, his dignity shattered at that point if, he had any left. Removing his left arm off your back as he didn't deserve to speak to you not even to think about touching you. there was nothing he could do to make it better. helpless ,that's how he was supposed to make his victims feel, for once he's cleaning up the mess.

A.N — this was really fun to like hope you like it i tried to make it a lil longer but it still didnt reach 1.0 k i might make a scara ver idk

120K!?! THE LONGEST THING I'VE WRITTEN WAS LIKE 33K WORDS AND IT WAS IN THE 8TH GRADE💀....

The longest fic I have written was 125k words.

Some of yall be writing about the most atrocious morally wrong shit and then go

Dni if you have a piss kink🥺🥺!!