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writers…i am begging…use a readmore, please. we’re all so tired.

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

I'm going to cry, your writing is so beautiful OMG G LIKE IDK BUT ITS JUST SO GOOD I CANT WAIT TO SEE MORE OF UR WORKS<333

love at the wrong time. zhongli [a].

pairings: zhongli x khaenri'an!reader

genre: angst

word count: 1.3k

summary: in which an archon experiences forbidden love.

notes: please pardon any inconsistencies I am very much sleep deprived at the moment.

An archon and a Khaenri'an citizen. It was a love sorry that unfolded despite it being forbidden. A tale to be told by history, eventually being passed on as a fairytale to the younger generation.

Zhongli sighed as he listened to the retelling of the story for what seemed to be the millionth time. He was disappointed at how the story slowly got lost in translation, and was almost close to correcting whoever told the story.

Your eyes weren't whatever color they were saying, they were a beautiful [E/C]. He's had enough of people getting your appearance wrong, and he was getting fed up with it. He placed the teacup down and walked away from the Third Round Knockout, going to Qingyun Peak to clear his head.

An archon and a Khaenri'an.

Two lovers who weren't ever meant to be.

Zhongli looked over Liyue before a frown settled into his face. He found himself longing for your presence once again, wanting to feel your arms around him. He wanted to give you a warm embrace, wanted to apologize for letting you go the way he did and apologize for doing what he did.

He wanted to go back to the time where it was peaceful and it was just you and him that existed.

As if you weren't fated to die in the first place.

***

As a god, there wasn't much Morax does in his spare time other than hunt down those who dare trespass in his land. He left all the complicated stuff to his friend, Guizhong, who was more than happy to do so. He listened to the prayers of his followers, and was surprised when he heard a voice he had never heard before.

"Morax? I've never heard of him before, tell me more!" He heard the voice say. He couldn't distinguish the gender of whoever said it, but it didn't matter much to him. Morax tried to ignore the urge of wanting to find the person who said it, only to end up giving in anyway and hunting down whoever it was out of his curiosity.

It wasn't long after when he found you.

You were sitting in a field of grass, with the occasional flowers present with a book in hand talking to someone else by your side. He tilted his head curiously, finding the primordial crystalline gem pattern all over you. It seemed to be a recurring design.

Suddenly, you looked up and stared at him in the eye before breaking out in a bright smile. "Oh, hello there! I didn't see you… was there anything you needed from me perhaps?"

He couldn't say anything. The pattern that he saw on your clothes was present in your eye as well. You were absolutely beautiful, you seemed straight out of a greek deity painting and with your uniqueness Morax found himself doubting which one of you was the god and the mortal.

"Excuse me?" Your voice snapped him out of his trance and caused him to shake his head lightly. He didn't know why, but he couldn't say anything in front of you. "That's alright, hm, Dain? If you don't mind, would it be alright for you to leave us alone? I'd like to spend time with this lovely gentleman."

The man who was accompanying you seemed hesitant to leave your side, eyeing Morax apprehensively as if he was more than aware of who he truly was. "Alright, but be sure to call out my name if you need any help."

Morax took his seat beside you, and soon the both of you melted and started talking with each other. You both found yourselves enjoying each other's company, and unanimously decided that this meadow was going to be your spot now. You met him there nearly every single day, and when you couldn't because of your duties, you would send Dain just as Morax would send one of his adepti.

A little after you both met, Morax asked you to be his lover, and you were more than glad to agree. When you heard of his ascension to being an archon, you were delighted for him!

However, due to his ascension, Morax found himself slowly drifting away from you, purposefully avoiding you because of what Celestia had told him would happen if he didn't. However, he greatly underestimated your persistence and your love for each other. Despite knowing that he would most definitely outlive your mortal life, you embraced him with welcome arms.

"I'm glad we met." You kissed him that day, the two of you basking in each other's presence. Anyone could see that you were deeply in love with each other, if Morax's smile didn't say enough, that is.

"What's got you in such a good mood?" You laughed as Morax walked closer to you with a lovesick smile on his face.

"You, darling." Morax hugged you close and tight, as if he was scared that it was the last day the two of you were ever going to be in each other's arms. "I am so, so deeply in love with you."

"As am I." You sighed and leaned into his embrace.

You were happy.

But not for long.

You stared at Morax in betrayal as you held a fellow Khaenri'an's dead body in your arms. Your heart broke when you saw that he no longer acknowledged you as his lover, he was looking at you like some parasite that needed to be rid of.

"How could you do this?" Your words were said in a whisper, looking down as you couldn't stand to look at him in the eyes any longer. "After all that we've been through? I thought…"

"You thought." Morax held his spear tightly in his hand, begging himself to stop and apologize to the love of your life. "I did love you. I loved you more than I was ever supposed to."

"And how much were you supposed to love me?"

"I wasn't."

A tear escaped your eye as you were beheaded by your very own lover. When Morax finally escaped Celestia's tight leash on him when he was destroying Khaenri'ah, he desperately went through the ruins to find your body. "Where are you, where are you, where are you—"

He dropped to his knees at the sight of your head a few meters away from your body. He took it and desperately held it in his arms as if doing that would make it any better. That day, he mourned and grieved the loss of the light of his life.

To this day, it pained him to think about how he killed his own lover, and whenever he looked at his arms he's always tempted to chop them off as a payment for your blood on his hands. Not even dying would forgive him of the sins that he has committed at this point.

Zhongli would never forget the look of pain and betrayal present in your face when you saw that it was him and the rest of the archons disrupting Khaenri'ah's peace and wreaking havoc in the place.

He murdered you in the same place he first met you.

Turned your sanctuary into a bloodshed.

He was a terrible being.

"Forgive yourself. It's been years since the incident. I get it now, it wasn't your fault, my love." A hand was placed on his shoulder and he looked behind only to tear up at the sight of your smiling visage.

He blinked and suddenly you were gone.

That day, Zhongli once again shed his tears for you.

***

He placed a hand on the gravestone he made himself, smiling sadly. "You are right… it is time for me to move forward."

Your ghost smiled at the sight of Zhongli finally letting you go, before disappearing with the gust of a wind.

"I'm glad we met."

True, but I would rather them not post it on a platform with lost of minors especially when it evolves grooming ,s/a or r4p3 but for the most part I agree.

Hot take: Just because someone creates dark content doesn’t make them weird or a bad person.

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𝗟𝗜𝗬𝗨𝗘 + 𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗦

﹙𝗰𝗼𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘀﹚

! Childe

▹Clean up your mess. (fem!reader)

▹Vampire au 🧛‍♂️ (Gn!reader)

▹Reader with a strong sense of touch (Gn!reader)

! Dainsleif

▹ Unfortunately, this drink isn't ready :(

! Xiao

▹tranquil place (implied fem!reader)

▹How they react your death(Gn!reader)

! Zhongli

▹ Unfortunately, this drink isn't ready :(

how do you expect to write stuff like this and not pay for my therapy? /j

painter!diluc, will paint you everyday and save them but when you died, he has nothing to remember you by so he just looks at it and he looses all his motivation to paint so he just hangs all his paintings of you and feel burn out, he has lost his father, his brother (in a relationship way like they are now strangers) and lastly his love

Tramonto, 2.3k words, Diluc x gn! reader

Diluc Ragnvindr. Owner of Dawn Winery. Darknight Hero. Richest man in Mondstadt. One of the 2 most eligible bachelors in Mondstadt. At least, until he met you and settled down with you.

And also, painter extraordinaire. Though few in Mondstadt knew.

How did Diluc come into contact with the world of art?

He first learnt about painting from his first teacher, Master Crepus himself. In his younger days, before Kaeya came along, he would spend afternoons at Dawn Winery, learning painting from his father.

The type of paint to use. How to create the paint itself. The basic strokes of the paintbrush. How to properly frame the subject in the canvas. Such a precious childhood memory. The endless hours painting Crepus’s own eagles. Or the grapes in the winery. Or the blue blue sky above them, leading to Celestia. The tinkling of laughter as Crepus teased Diluc for his childish paintings. Diluc being embarrassed and telling his old man to stop.

As Master Crepus became busier and Kaeya came, Crepus assigned the two of them a tutor from Sumeru, skilled in many scholarly subjects, including painting.

And while the cheeky Kaeya would prank the tutor with lizards, young Diluc would be listening to the tutor with rapt attention, his young and still short frame processing what his tutor taught him. Painting was his greatest passion. Kaeya was never the type to appreciate the fine arts. He loved fighting, and would often spar with Diluc. Though he fully supported his brother in his painting endeavors, sometimes tagging along to scavenge for suitable ingredients for Diluc’s latest attempts to create his own paint.

And on Crepus’s wishes, young Diluc would rise to the ranks of the youngest Calvary Captain of the Knights of Favonius, with Kaeya and Jean being his greatest supports back then. The three of them, the three Musketeers within the Knights of Favonius.

He was so young back then. The fire in his eyes, burning ever so bright.

“Sometimes, life can change in an instant.”

How it rang so true on Diluc’s birthday that day, on the carriage when Diluc was planning to present his own self-painted Baroque style portrait of his father at home even though it was his own birthday, when the monster attacked.

The very same day when Kaeya admitted to being a spy of Khaenri'ah. Diluc swore internally to burn the portrait of Kaeya he had prepared for his birthday as they clashed under the mourning rain.

That day, he gave up his paintbrush, his title and his Vision, and left to seek vengeance.

He thought he lost it all when he came back to Mondstadt a few years later, now Dawn Winery’s owner. He may have riches and power, but he lost his brother and his father at the cost of it. What was it all for? What was his meaning in life now, beyond living up to his father’s legacy and seeing his estranged brother alive?

Then you came.

Diluc could not pinpoint when he exactly fell for you, but you left an indelible mark on his heart.

And from then on, the flames in his heart were ignited for the second time, destined to grow in intensity as the two of you grew closer.

Before long, all of Mondstadt, including his insufferable brother Kaeya, knew of his growing affections for you. It was rather obvious, really. How he would give you all the time in the world, and yet would not do the same for the rest of the girls many have introduced to him. Diluc would usually leave it to his flirty brother to charm them away. Not that he would ever mention to Kaeya his gratefulness for being such a flirt.

Or how he was always so protective of you whenever you were in the bar. You were stunning and attractive in your own right, and you had your fair share of suitors.

And among his staff, they all knew that their Master Diluc had picked up his paintbrush not quite long after he reclaimed his Vision and a new title: Dawn Winery’s Owner.

He would spend hours at night, as the crystal flies and fireflies danced together in a duet of blue and yellow, as the fire at the fireplace burned, painting. Thinking of how your face was framed. Each and every freckle on your face. The exact shade of your eyes and hair.

Diluc works tirelessly so as to ensure he will get as many details as perfect as possible. He wanted to capture your essence correctly.

He never tells you about his hobby of painting even as he confesses right outside the doors of his manor, the crystalflies and fireflies shimmering so gently around you, depicting you as an angel in his eyes.

And oh, how his heart beams when you say yes.

For the first time in so long, Diluc found happiness through you. You were the artist who brought colour back into his grey canvas. The muse to his artistic self. The glue to his paper. The two of you were a team and so complementary. Everyone always felt you two were wonderful together.

He remembers the moment when you found out that he painted. He was painting you in that adorable outfit that day during your date, and he was trying to shape your smile in the portrait when you burst open the door, yelling “HEY DILUC- oh my, that is a lot of paintings you have in here… wait, these are all me?”

Cue Diluc turning as red as his hair, an awkward bobble of his head in acknowledgement of your statement.

“Diluc. This. All these paintings of me are so amazing. I love it. I love every single painting here because it’s your work and archons, I love you so much.”

With such an awestruck look on your face, how could he not help but kiss the living daylights out of your lips after you said that? You drove him insane, and car licenses aren’t even a thing in Teyvat.

It was awkward, but after a while, the two of you went on memorizing the taste of each other’s lips that night before the both of you settled down, Diluc resuming his painting, this time with you watching.

Each and every time he painted, you were by his side. Always.

And oh, you, who encouraged him to paint other people as well. Although Diluc did not paint as many as you would have liked, but he painted Crepus and Kaeya, now the Cavalry Captain of the Knights of Favonius.

Everything was so lovely with you. Everyday, the two of you would meet. Sometimes at the tavern, where you dabbled in mixing drinks with him and talked to him throughout his entire shift. Sometimes at Dawn Winery, where the 2 of you could spend hours and hours dancing with the sunset as your backdrop. Even when he left at night for his vigilante duties, you always understood. A kiss for luck before he left, and a glass of grape juice when he returned.

3 years passed, just like that. So many memories were made between the two of you, and though he could not remember it all clearly, he knows so dearly that you are the one for him. And he wishes to cement that.

It took a while, but upon realizing that Mondstadt did not have the ring he desired, he decided to go to Liyue, for it was famed for his ores after all.

What luck! He also had to go to Liyue to negotiate with the Tianquan about his wine anyway! And off he goes, looking for the right ring so that he properly proposes to you.

“Sometimes, life can change in an instant.”

He didn’t expect to lose you right at this juncture of life.

…

…

…

It was all a blur, just like that time period where Crepus died. Jean and Kaeya told him that there had been an Abyss invasion, and even the traveler’s twin had appeared. You, in the process of making sure everyone was evacuating safely, had been burnt to a crisp by a Pyro abyss mage.

Can you see it? The way his vision glows at his hips, how his mouth opens, about to shout at the Knights for their inefficiency with so much hatred? How the knights cost him so much? How his eyes are for the first time, alive, but alive with so much fury that even Kaeya visibly winces. The ring he holds in his glove, for you, as he clenches his fist is the only reason why he didn’t lash out.

He mutely showed the ring, and asked for whatever remains that were left of you.

He got nothing. Not even a single speck of ash that was from your frail body. Not even a single chance to hold you one last time before you left.

…

The first thing he did when he got back home was to rummage through the house, to see if there was anything left of you. Other than your clothes and accessories, there was nothing left. Not even a single letter, not even a single keepsake.

Nothing.

He briefly held your clothes, trying to recall your scent. He could not find it.

He goes down to his painting room.

The evening sun shines on his paintings.

Diluc stares. At each and every one of his paintings as he desperately tries to imprint everything in his mind so that he won’t forget.

Your smile. The shade of your hair and eyes. The exact proportions of your shape. How you looked when you were curious. How you looked at him with so much affection in your eyes. So, so many details, and now he wants to paint the you he saw before he left for Liyue.

He prepares his paint and canvas. He calms himself down. He picks up his paintbrush. He lowers it. He looks at the stool where you would always sit on.

Diluc Ragnvindr cries, in that soundproof room, in his museum of love for you.

Diluc Ragnvindr loses his motivation and desire to paint as his muse has left for the heavens.

Diluc Ragnvindr stares at all his paintings each and every day now instead of painting.

His late father’s portrait and Kaeya’s portrait are also moved into this room, placed at a corner. So that they will not outshine you.

He does not wish to ever pick up the paintbrush again, as the memories are too painful - they remind him too much of happiness.

Diluc does not want anything to do with happiness and the light anymore. He wishes to live in the darkness of the night, carrying on his duties as the enigmatic Master DIluc and as the Darknight Hero.

The first time he returned from his mission, he was shocked to see a glass of grape wine, placed at the same spot.

“Y/n asked that I pour a glass of grape juice in this specific glass whenever you came back from your duties, Master Diluc.” Adelinde stated.

Why do you still care for him, even after your death?

…

It’s been a hundred days since you left this world. Leaving Diluc all alone in this world.

His mind still thinks about you. His hands still reach out for yours, only to realise that you have already left. His eyes still search for you in the packed tavern, waiting for you to come back to him.

Each and every night, as he looks at the three paintings - you, Crepus and Kaeya, he thinks about all that he has lost, and how he associates the Knights and painting with all three of you.

The leftmost painting, Crepus, his gentle smile and firm gaze on the red-haired man. Wrinkles are drawn carefully with detail, his red eyes the exact same shade as Diluc’s, staring at him, encouraging him to face life and emerge victorious. His clothes were formal and polite, but with bright colours of red. His hair is a maroon mess, wavy even.

The rightmost painting, Kaeya, his eyepatch on his right eye, his left eye icy blue, with a star right in the middle, testament to his Khaenri'ahn heritage. His smirk on his face. Flamboyant clothes of blue, with that snow fox fur coat on his shoulders and that chest window. His deep blue hair ponytail flowing down his shoulders, and his hand gloves with gold ornaments and silver spikes seem to shine under the lights. Ever as flashy as ever, even in his youth.

Lastly, the middle painting, you. A soft gaze filled with adoration is seen in your (color)-shade eyes, a cheeky smile adorning your face. A necklace rests on your collarbone, a heirloom from your own mother. You wore it to honor her memory. You wore simple but elegant clothes, perfectly outlining your beauty. How he could gaze at it for hours and hours.

Diluc leaves the room, his museum of memories of all the people he has come to love in his life. He leaves Crepus’s delusion in front of his painting, Kaeya’s old eyepatch in front of Kaeya’s, and the ring he planned to use to propose to you in front of yours.

Diluc Ragnvindr wears the ring’s partner on his left ring finger. Even if you were gone, he swore to you once that his heart would only be yours in this lifetime. He plans to honor that promise. No matter how much it hurts to know that you’re gone and he’ll never be able to make more memories with you, he’ll keep what the two of you had once in his heart, and he’ll be looking forward to meeting you again in the afterlife, and he’ll tell you about all the stories he wrote with others and he’ll finally be able to pick up the paintbrush again, and have you here by his side as he painted.

The sun in Diluc Ragnvindr’s heart has returned to the embrace of the Earth, and the Moon now forever shines in his mind. Yet, he does not seem to mind that at all.

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I have like 37 wip's but I wanna do a dazia!reader x whoever OR MAYBE EVEN A YUMEKO!READER X ? HMMM OR LIKE CHIAKI! READER OR EVEN A NAGITO! READER HMMMMM I REALLY ZONT KNOWWWW

Oh, it's over.

Serving size- 0.6k

Nutritional facts- Gn! Reader 

Allergy warning- self-blame, self-degradation, light mentioned disordered eating, Very unhealthy coping mechanisms, Hallucinations, obsessions? 

Overview- reader dies for an unspecified reason.

Contents- albedo, Xiao , Kazuah

Instructions- best read in dark mode.

Formula- drabbles + headcanons

=͟͟͞͞🔬Master list

Albedo-

Although I think he'd be the one to take it most rationally, he'd still be over the edge because of your death.

So it really was coming to an end, well obviously your death was inevitable, so why, why does it still hurt knowing his morning with you is at end. This was calculated from the start he knew he was aware that you couldn't stay with him forever, then why does he want you to. A horrible outcome yet such a lovely journey. But at least it was with you, right?

It still hurts after all this time with you, his thinking was illogical, something he doesn't do unless he's with you.

He tries his best to put the pieces back together, bring you back to him but no nothing works. His hard work went to shit, if he couldn't do the simple task of feeling your comforting embrace then how was he supposed to do anything? Everything hurts alchemy hurts, talking hurts, eating hurts, existing hurts it all hurts so much, but he still moves on at least kind of right? He brushes off his feelings and tries to get over your pacing but the more he pushes it out the harder it comes back, why can't you just leave him alone?

Xiao-

One of the least rational goes back to how he was before he met you. If not worse, way worse.

How could you leave him like this after all you've done with him, you leave? It doesn't matter if it wasn't your choice he still wanted you there. You were the only thing that kept him at bay, but I guess the reason his karmic debt didn't affect you was because it would strike only once but harder than ever. But this was his fault.

 How could he even think straight, you were all that was on his mind, pushing to overwork himself sleepless nights, weeks, years but xiao was used to this nothing really changed, did it? Except for figures that appeared randomly throughout his room, it wouldn't be a bother he's seen worse, just if they didn't remind him of you. If they didn't speak like you did to him, if they didn't look at him with the same look you had towards him.

Maybe if he just didn't talk to you that day, maybe if you weren't in lieyu maybe, just maybe it would hurt this much.

Kazuha-

Again, really again? How long was this going to go on for, because he can’t take this anymore? Was it him, he was the problem right, he had to be. Nothing else was wrong; it was him, his fault, all his fault, and his fault alone.

Changing nearly everything about him, down to the way he speaks, the way he dresses, even the way he sees himself. But nothing was working, no one would love him the way you did. Was it his fault? Was he not worthy enough to be around you forever? That's right, that's the only reason he wasn't with you right now, he knows he's not deserving of your praise, your love, or even your mere presence but he still vied for you. But like the wind, everything must fly away and leave rather whether you desire that outcome or not.

A.n -  I had this in my drafts for the longest while and as you can see its quite rushed😞

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Serving size- 1.4k

Nutritional facts- Gn! Reader + Harbinger!Reader (scara’s part) + established relationship (childe & Sara's part)

Allergy warning- Daggers, attempted assault?? (nothing too serious)

Overview-  Reader has a very good sense of touch + Reader is very strong + love confession (bedo's part) 

Contents- albedo, childe, scara 

Instructions- best read in any mode

Formula- headcanons + fast fic (300 words )

Art credits-@Orange627 twt , stalva on pixiv

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Albedo

 ▸🧼 absolutely amazed by your enhanced sense, he asks questions about it all this time. Did you inherit it? Were you just born with it? Was it something you acquired overtime? He just wants all the answers! (And maybe it is a little excuse to talk to you a bit more)

▸🧼 He worries about you when got out on commission, because of your enhanced feelings pain would feel way worse and he really just doesn't want you to push yourself that hard.

▸🧼 250 words

"(Name), what's the extent of your 5th sense?"

The question wasn't out of the blue, especially from Bedo, but the time was a bit off. You both were supposed to be on a trip just to hang out. I guess this is what bedo views as hanging out.

"Hm, well generally speaking I can feel stuff through walls, rocks or even people so that's really cool, the bad thing is thought high fives hurt a bit "

"does this also mean that simple forms of contact are more intimate for you?" 

" oh, well yeah I guess you could put it like that!"

He stared at you for quite a while almost as I'd he was looking for something to ask you.

"Can I hug you then?"

"Sure you can!"

His sudden figure holding himself around you with a comforting warmth, you wonder why all of a sudden he was being so intimate for a second, maybe a new experiment?

"Aw is this a new experiment of yours?"

"A little but mostly just because I love you."

You could feel his heart beating faster the more you stared, not even that but his face had the faintest rosy tone. 

"My apologies, it wasn't my intention to make you uncomf-"

Albedo's words were cut off by the feeling of your lips lingering on his, he was hoping for a good outcome but this is much better than anything he could have imagined.

"Can we stay like this for a bit longer?"

Childe

▸🧼 This man has tried to sneak up on you many times and failed, failed so hard. He could be in a whole different room and you'd still be able to sense his presences.

▸🧼 Brags about your skills to the other harbingers all the time, They probably have your name memorized by this point. They value your skills to be honest, they even tried to get you to join the harbingers at one point. Childe was so against the whole idea, talked you out of it even though you weren't going to take the position anyway.

▸🧼 400 words

It's been awhile, childe said he was going to be here soon and know you're sitting at the harbingers base with a mad man who experiments on kids, a sad widow who hates everything and a whiney purple haired brat.

"So your the ginger freaks spouse? I'm so sorry. A shame you have to live with that thing."

Ugh now the purple one is speaking could childe please hurry up with his mission. But I mean the man is waiting for a response, maybe he'll shut up if you give him one.

"Yes childe is my husband, and he's not as intolerable as you make him seem."

"Blinded by your so-called love I see? And here I thought you were a better one."

Better one? Thankfully you could sense childe was in the building, although it felt like something was off with his movements you ignored it.

Strangely enough all the harbingers started starting at you, is there something wrong? I mean yeah childe's standing behind you trying and emphasis on trying to scare you but this wasn't irregular behavior for him at all he tried to sneak up on you at least once a week, his efforts always went to waste though.

"Boo!"

Childe came from behind you now standing in front of you staring at him with a blank expression on your face and a rather disappointed look on his, his attempts to scare you were futile again I see.

"Aww why aren't you scared?"

"Childe I knew you were here since you stepped in the building."

"Did you all hear that? Isn't my lover so impressive!"

They all looked at you with a 'it's the third time this week, we get it your in love' type of look, but there was the purple one who looked as if he had something else to say.

"(Name), have you ever thought about joining the fatui I'm sure I could find some use for your skills."

"No than-"

"No no no! They are not joining I prohibit it, never ever will that happen!"

"Now when since did you have supreme authority over (name)? I never thought of you as the controlling type now."

"What do you mean dear mouchey? I'm not controlling I'm looking out for them, tell him (name)!"

"It's fine scaramouche . I was going to deny the position either way."

"Disappointing."

"Don't listen to him love, he has no idea what he's talking about, ok?"

Scaramouche

▸🧼 would never admit but he truly is impressed by your ability, he's never meet someone like you. He compares his subordinates to you alot.

"If (name) can do it with ease then why can't you? I swear everyone in this facility is illiterate!"

▸🧼 he's so scared of you holding his hand not only because he's very awkward around physical affection but also because he's scared his hand are too cold for you to touch and on top of your ability, it would take a lot of convincing. Don't worry he'll eventually come around to the idea, just be a bit patient with him!

▸🧼 the amount of times his man has thrown bottles,books daggers, weapons basically anything in his vicinity at you is astonishing. He says "it's just to keep your skills sharp". You always catch them though, no worries! Also keeps track of how long it takes you to catch things.

"You caught it 3.7% times faster than average, good job keep it up."

▸🧼 god does he wish you weren't a harbinger, yes he's aware you can hold your own and even better but what if, just what if. You'll have to assure him that you're staying with him forever. 

▸🧼 if you and childe are friends he gets soo jealous, why can't you leave the carrot haired thing alone.

▸🧼 300 words 

You were sitting in your office wondering about how your were going to go about stealing the hydro archons vision not as if you could barge in the place and- 

You sensed an object coming your way, seeing as how the pointed object was thrown it was probably scaramouche. Looking up from your notes about the hydro archon swiftly grabbing the blade, why was your husband so adamant on throwing things at you was beyond you.

"that was 0.7% times slower than average, have you been slacking?"

"Its not that, somethings bothering me!"

"What a pitiful excuse…"

He stared at you waiting for an answer as to what was the matter, although your husband would not admit it verbally he would cease anything or person that dared to bother you and your workflow, you had to to admit it was pretty cute.

"The hydro archon, I still don't know how I'm going to go about retrieving it."

"Leave it to someone else, you got the dendro and pyro archons gnosis, the Tsaritsa needs to understand the concept of being overworked anyway."

"But I know I can do this, I just need a little time!"

"I'm fully aware of your skills, but there this thing called self preservation or are you dumb to grasp the concept?"

You simply gave no answer and rolled your eyes in annoyance, you truly did love the man but if he could be a little bit less suffocating with his overprotective personality that would be great. You'd have to admit it was pretty cute though.

"Why are you staring at me?"

"Oh nothing your just very pretty."

As the words came from your mouth you could the the reddish tint on his face.he's blushing that's so cute, you have no idea how people could see him as ruthless he's just a little stubborn.

"I'm not, stop with your foolish words."

"scara can I tell you something?"

"Make it quick."

You got up from your desk now standing in front of him with a small smile on your face, planting you lips on his, making him even more red than he already was, you could see the cogs turning in his head after what you just did.

"I love you!"