Morning Light With Diluc ? :0

kinda wanna write some scaramouche angst lemme go see what offerings the 6k event submissions can provide for me to fulfill this

tis childe day, tis childe day!

thankfully, i have not seen any childs slander all day and i am happy about it. honestly the poor boy deserves so much more love </3

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childe deserves sm love 😔 he’s going through a lot esp after being the fandom’s punching bag. i mean… he kinda has is coming but.. yknow… he deserves some happiness too since his raging deathflags rlly arent doing anything for him.

❝when he rejects you then regrets it…❞

a/n: when he rejects you

note: f!reader ; do not copy ; reblogs are appreciated

albedo

he wasn’t looking for love. it was a hassle in his eyes. he already had enough on his plate with his research expeditions and whatnot, and he didn’t need something so fickle to add on top of it. hence, could anyone really blame him when he rejected your confession?

he admitted he was far more cruel than he needed to be with his choice of words, but how else was he supposed to get his point across without getting your hopes up, still thinking you had a chance? in the end, he believed his reaction towards the situation did you both a favor and there was nothing anybody could say to change judgment on the matter otherwise

however, just because he fooled himself to think he was in the right, it didn’t mean he didn’t feel the inexplicable weight looming in his chest after you told him to never speak to you again before disappearing. it had been weeks, maybe nearing a month, since he last saw you. and strangely enough, it knocked the wind out of him the moment it dawned that your last encounter might truly be the last if he didn’t do anything about it

the next few days were filled with impending anxiety. he was determined. he visited the city to search for you. he checked every location you frequented and even asked a few of your friends for your whereabouts. alas, he was left empty-handed. he hadn’t caught any trace of you anywhere and was justifiably given the cold shoulder by friends

it wasn’t until he applied for a commission from you did he finally get to meet you once more. it felt like a dream. you looked much lovelier than he had last remembered. his eyes skimmed through your features, trying to remember every detail as he prepared for what’s to come

the plan was to deliver the materials he commissioned then leave without another word. alas, none of it happened because as you turned to exit the room, the geo user immediately reached out and firmly yet tenderly grabbed your wrist. “wait… please… please don’t go. not yet.”

“why?” you frowned. you couldn’t understand the sudden change in his attitude. the last time you saw him, he disregarded both you and your feelings as if they were some sort of pest. and now he has the audacity to beg for you company? no… you couldn’t put yourself through this again

detecting the clear hesitance on your face, albedo whispered, “i’m sorry…” you flinched. you didn’t expect this encounter to head towards this direction. not at all. you didn’t know what to feel when you heard the slight crack in his voice as he uttered the last syllable

“…i don’t want your apology …i don’t need it.” you answered, facing the floor to avoid meeting his fixed gaze on your figure, “if that is all, then i’ll be on my way.”

albedo couldn’t do anything but stare helplessly as you jerked your wrist off his hold like it burned you before leaving without saying another word. sensing the ache in his chest at your absence, it eventually clicked in his head why he had such a strong reaction towards your departure and it made his heart drop. “i… i love you.”

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❝his crush on you gets exposed…❞

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kazuha (万葉)

it all happened past midnight. you, kazuha, and beidou were the only people left semi-awake on deck. your drinking buddies retired long ago, leaving you to handle the captain of the crux and the samurai on your own. which, wouldn’t have been an issue hadn’t the liquor served been stronger than usual

you had no clue where she purchased the drinks. but it was clear she didn’t get them from her supplier. normally, on nights such as these, you’d feel a light yet nice buzz. however, it didn’t seem to be the case at the moment. you were slurring your words, beidou was giggling over nothing, and kazuha was slumped across the makeshift table somewhat conscious

“…ah, young love! …what a fickle thing indeed.” you heard her snort to herself, while you brushed kazuha’s bangs away from his face and removed your coat for him to use as a makeshift pillow

“what are you rambling about this time, eh?”

“hm, i would tell you…” she teased, tapping her lips, “but you first have to swear you will keep it a secret from kazuha and y/n, okay?”

you sat dumbfounded. what in the world did they put for a heavyweight to act like a lightweight after a few drinks? “um, swear? now, what is it?”

“loverboy over there.” she then gestured to the now passed out kazuha beside you. “harbors romantic feelings for y/n but refuses to confess! …s-said something about how nothing he wants to say sound right? which is ironic… because he’s a self-proclaimed poet! …heh, still makes me laugh!”

you gaped like a fish, as you tried to process every single word that past her lips. he likes you? …romantically too? were you hearing things or was this legitimately happening? you were seconds away from fully spiraling if it weren’t for the sound of kazuha’s abrupt loud snoring interrupting you

“and you’re sure he does because…” you were still unconvinced. lucky for you, beidou in the mood to ramble about his supposed adoration for you until you eventually decided it was time you all retired to your private quarters

of course, you didn’t get a wink of sleep. your mind was still preoccupied by what you had just learned. and it only worsened when you woke up to find kazuha kneeling in front of you with his hand atop your forehead. “i-i apologize for the intrusion… but i didn’t see you during breakfast and got worried you had fallen ill because of last night,” he softly explained to you, with a small smile on his handsome face

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I squish <3

i don’t use the elements, kazu-boy. i use other people.

eYOOOOO IK I ALREADY SAID THIS BEFORE BUT CONGRATS ON THE MILESTONE !!!!!!! I'd love to make a request for childe but my brain is just in the mindset of "AS LONG AS ITS SFW AND TEN IS THE ONE WHO WRITES IT IM SOLD" which in itself is,,,, not very specific for a request. ANYWAYS GOODLUCK WITH YOUR REQUESTS <333 ROOTING FOR YA

again

pairings: childe × gn!reader

genre: slight angst/comfort

summary: though the two of you have separated, the universe has a funny way of bringing the both of you back together (or, in this case, the tsaritsa)

wc: 1.9k

warnings: swearing (only once i think)

a/n: now, ik you didn’t intentionally put this as a req but i took and ran with it anyway— i think you put too much faith in me 😭 but i hope you enjoy >:)

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sometimes you hated the icy hell that was snezhnaya. the monotonous white of the landscape only served to bore your mind and the constant chills running up your body did nothing to help your already sour mood. at some point you had resorted to playing with your pyro vision, absentmindedly toying with a small flame in the palm of your hand, purely for some form of entertainment.

yes, you concluded. you absolutely did not want to be here. especially not with this imbecilic ginger.

“i can hear you grumbling, you know.”

speak of the devil…

“yeah, no shit. i’m right behind you.”

the man who you now refer to as childe, rather than ajax, heaves a particularly heavy sigh as the pair of you continue to trudge through your home country.

you’d curse celestia for your circumstances if it wasn’t for the the fact that you knew exactly whose doing this was.

your archon thought it a good idea to pair the two of you on a mission to retrieve a stolen artefact but there were several issues with this;

first of all, you had no idea why something as menial as fetching some toy concerned the attention of a harbinger. surely this could’ve been left to the lower ranks? but most importantly, you were even more baffled as to why she had to pair him with you of all people. while it’s true that you were an accomplished healer, that didn’t mean there weren’t any others with twice your experience.

you’d ponder these questions with more scrutiny but you’d be damned if you spent more time dwelling on your situation if it meant you had to stay with the ginger for even a split second longer.

archons, just looking at him and his stupidly long legs carrying him through the snow is giving you a headache… same with the way they seem to accentuate his annoyingly tall figure. and his rather broad shoulders that supported his head of soft hair. and the way that his jaw clenches beautifully in concentra—

hold on, beautifully? that doesn’t sound right.

“—n we can make a fire in the shelter over there.”

ah… you’re being spoken to.

“h-huh?”

childe stops in front of you suddenly, shooting you a look of confusion and you nearly bump into the body you were just fawning over. you had to shake your head quickly in order to get rid of the thoughts manifesting in your mind.

“have you listened to anything i’ve just said?” he questions, daring you to answer with those bottomless azure eyes.

you blink. focus, you simpleton!

“of course i have,” you reply dumbly.

much to your irksome, a gloved hand sits cockily at his left hip. “great! mind leading the way, then?”

a tease.

you’ve played this game with him many times before but you’re certain you don’t want him to find any amusement this time.

it’s no use, though. you unknowingly entertain him anyway.

your legs are quick to take you in a direction that wasn’t even close to what childe had suggested a few seconds ago. you were headed the exact opposite way, in fact.

a smirk slowly makes its way onto his face but you’ve already marched ahead of him, too far away to notice. childe huffs, full of mirth, before he decides to follow close behind you.

being forced into a situation with him like this… well, you couldn’t help but wonder where it all went wrong. you might have been the one to sever your relationship but as soon as the wave of anger resided you found yourself wishing you didn’t. celestia knows how much you’ve tried to distract yourself from the pain, and admittedly you were doing pretty well. that was until now, at least.

memories of arguments resurfaced as you willed yourself to remain unresponsive. if the both of you were less frustrated in the moment, would the two of you still be together? or were the reasons of your breakup too glaring to dismiss?

after all, staying up for nights on end wondering whether or not your partner was even alive wasn’t exactly ideal for your mental health. neither was having to lecture him after dressing many of the unsightly wounds he’d regularly come home with. you could only cope with the stress for so long.

but you couldn’t help but miss him.

the pair of you had wandered for another half hour or so when the situation seemed to take a turn for the worse, the telltale signs of a snowstorm beginning to fester in the skies above. this wasn’t good. you’d both be dead if you were caught in a snowstorm, pyro vision or not.

willing the flame to grow larger in your hand, you looked around for anything that could be used to protect yourselves from the oncoming storm when childe suddenly gathers you into his arms without warning.

“h-hey! what do you think you’re doing?!” you yelp in shock as you flail about in his arms.

“saving our lives,” he quips not even a second after.

shaky arms are quick to instinctively wrap themselves around childe’s neck in order to prevent yourself from falling. he subconsciously responds by holding you closer to him, both as if to prevent you from slipping and to shield you from the bitter cold.

you’re too caught up in panic to notice the quickening beat of his heart.

soon enough, childe manages to find a small crack within a nearby cliff and he swiftly manoeuvres inside with you still in his hold. he shuffles so that his back is pressed to the back of the cave, trying his hardest to keep the both of you as far from the entrance as possible. he slides down into a sitting position and moves you so that you were sitting sideways in his lap- your head resting on his shoulder.

you sit in silence for the next few moments with only the howling of the wind to keep yourselves company. being outside in the frigid cold for so long had sapped your energy and you were about to fall asleep there and then when you felt your companion start to tremble. it was normal to shiver in these conditions but the way his body started to violently shake had alerted you from near slumber.

untucking your head from his neck you looked up at him with furrowed brows, “childe?”

“ ‘s fine,” he grits out through chattering teeth. “don’t worry about it.”

your frown grows. it’s easy to see how the moisture in his eyelashes have caused them to clump together due to the sheer temperature, and it’s even easier to feel how intense his shivers are.

this won’t do.

quickly shrugging off your scarf you begin to wrap it around his neck when his hand catches your wrist.

“i said it’s fine,” he protests, increasing the pressure of his grip.

but you stand firm, “i’m not playing around, you fool.”

“and neither am i, so keep your sca—”

…why was he always so stubborn?

you don’t give him time to finish his rebuke as you quickly wrap the article of clothing around his neck. too worried to care about your proximity, your face inches closer to his to ensure that none of the skin of his neck could meet with the bitter cold.

his breath hitches, caught in his throat, but you don’t acknowledge it.

“i won’t have you dying cause of hypothermia, you brat. just listen to me for once. please,” you whisper the last bit out shakily.

you hate how your voice wavers.

thankfully he relents under your insistence and instead settles back into the wall, tentatively rewrapping his arms around your shoulders.

you can’t bear to look at his face for prolonged periods of time and so you bury your own back into his neck, cushioned by the soft scarf you had just successfully swaddled him in.

there’s nothing for you to make a consistent fire out of and so you resort to heightening your body temperature in the hopes of keeping the both of you warm. you hate this. you should hate this, but you find that you can’t help but nuzzle into him no matter what you beg yourself to do.

but it’s not like he’s pushing you away, either.

silence passes between you once more but the air is much thicker than last time. it’s suffocating; threatening to consume you whole. maybe you’ve crossed the line this time, overstepped your unspoken boundaries.

“you’re doing it again.” childe comments, breaking the tension.

with hesitance clearly on your visage, you look up towards his face.

“stop chewing on your cheeks. you’re gonna hurt yourself.”

a gloved hand reaches out for your face, but he retracts it before you could notice his mistake. a habit, it seemed.

you scoff in disbelief, but the disdain you intended to put behind it lacks any real punch. you reply with a quiver in your voice.

“really…? you’re unbelievable. don’t you dare lecture me about hurting myself. it’s hypocritical, childe.” it didn’t take a genius to pick up on your solemn tone.

childe.

for a split second you think you see a hint of regret spread across the young man’s face but it’s gone the second you look at him again.

he looks at the ground past you, and whispers,“what happened to ajax…?”

“pardon?” you reply, perplexed by his question.

a sigh of defeat leaves his thin lips. childe then pulls you closer to him but with the way his eyes seem so distant you can tell it wasn’t done on a conscious basis.

“i said, what happened to ajax?” he repeats a little louder.

your brows furrow once more, but it was more so due to confusion than worry. “nothing happened, i just don’t call you that anymore cause we—”

“i,” he interrupts as if he doesn’t want you to finish that sentence. breathing in in frustration as he balls his fist, he continues, “i know, just… i just miss the way you used to say my name. forget i said anything.”

and at this, you freeze- eyebrows raised and mouth slightly agape.

as if sensing your shock, childe drops the subject and turns his head to the side away from your astonished face.

what the hell is happening?

with your heartbeat thrumming away in your chest, you slowly let your head fall back onto his shoulder.

a third and final silence settles; this time filled with realisations and unspoken feelings. it settles like the first wave of sunlight waiting to thaw out the fjords of snezhnaya after the long, gruelling months of its unforgiving winter.

childe— no, ajax, chances a glance at you once he’s certain you’ve fallen asleep and he finds that his heartbeat sings in time with yours. they thump in unison, and ajax falls asleep feeling less lonely than before. he cradles you and lets his cheek rest on the top of your head, not before untangling your scarf so that it covers the both of you comfortably.

someday, someday he’d get to hear his name roll off your tongue once again. he’d make sure of it;

and somewhere in the grand zapolyarny palace, the tsaritsa smiles.

published on 27/03/22

The list goes on and on –> (x)

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐔

a/n: i've been so obsessed with royal!au lately so enjoy this! you're a herbalist in this who lives at the palace. (yes this is inspired from snow white with the red hair ehe)

DILUC: the eldest son of the king. he's a dreamboat no doubt; princesses from all over the kingdoms line up to be courted by him but alas, he rejects them all. his father warns him that he must marry soon to strengthen political alliances but little does the king know diluc's heart belongs to you, the royal court herbalist who has somehow managed to capture the young prince's heart.

KAEYA: the second brother to the throne. while he may be adopted and not true royal blood, the kingdom respects him the same. whether it be for his charming nature or the townsfolk fear of the royals, he rules alongside his brother with no protest. he often fakes injuries just to come see you at the clinic, claiming that he truly was hurt and might even have to stay overnight so you can monitor his health.

ALBEDO: the chief herbalist of the royal court. he's the one who appointed you to join the court in the first place. he truly saw lots of the natural potential you carried and admired your love for plants and medicine. he often asks you to accompany him to the greenhouse for assistance when really he just wants to spend more time with you.

THOMA: one of the princes personal advisor. he's always accompanying the princes and king with whatever it may be they need. although he may or may not sneak into your private quarters on evenings just to spend some time with you. he even brings you unique flowers he finds just to impress you.

KAZUHA: apart of the royal guard. he has been appointed to keeping the royal sons safe from any possible danger that may lurk in the dark. he often finds himself slacking off to watch a pretty herbalist walk through the gardens. he's always found you stunning, but isn't sure how to approach you just yet. so for now he'll just leave you small notes of anonymous poetry at your desk for you to ponder over.

CHILDE: the undercover spy from the neighboring kingdom. he was sent on a mission to gather as much intel as he could about the military and political affairs. he didn't meet you until he one day he was training too hard and ended up spraining his ankle. he was forced to spend time with you since you were attending to his injuries for the next several days. but he slowly found himself hopelessly falling for you. maybe he could take you away from this horrid place.

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