Genshin Impact Headcanons

Xiao

You were sitting with Xiao on the rooftop of Wangshu Inn, enjoying a comfortable evening in each other’s presence as you admired the sky.

The sky is pretty for sure, but you are more beautiful than that, and he can’t help but tilt his head towards you every so often, just to get a quick glance of your face before swiftly turning his gaze away. Right in this moment, he doesn’t care about the stars, and if he were to be completely honest, he’d simply grab your head into his hands just to stare into your eyes for the rest of the night until you’d get so bored of him that you’d fall asleep.

His mind is a complete blur. Your touch is the only thing that he can think about right now, and you can feel his hand on your back as he wraps it around you, resting it on your waist. You try to look towards him, yet he’s facing the sky, purposefully not looking at you, so you simply place your arm on his thigh and turn your head back to the sky.

A soft smile spreads across his lips, his heart overflowing with joy at such a simple gesture on your part: one so small for you, yet tremendous for him. It prompts him to be bolder, and in the heat of the moment, he turns his head towards you and places a soft kiss on your cheek.

Xiao only smiles at you when you look back at him, and places his hand on your cheek, closing the distance between you with a soft kiss on your lips, a kiss that churns your insides and sends ripples of goosebumps down your spine.

“I love you”, you whisper once he pulls away. He smiles once again, feeling so warm he could melt into your arms, runs his thumb back and forth over your skin, before completely losing himself to the moment.

“I love you too”, he echoes. “I love you so much it makes me feel afraid.”

“Afraid of what?” you push.

“Afraid of everything being nothing but a dream” he’d confess, embarrassed at what he said, his eyes darting away, his cheeks slightly pink.

“It’s not. I’m here with you, now, tomorrow and forever” you reassure him, catching his lips in another kiss, a kiss that seems to last forever as the starry sky becomes nothing but an afterthought.

Diluc

Diluc’s day was filled with needless paperwork – just boring and repetitive formalities that somehow piled up and that needed to be sorted out.

For this reason, once his day was over, he was completely and thoroughly exhausted – barely holding himself straight as he left the mansion, scurrying on the streets to get to your house faster. It’s embarrassing, he thinks to himself, how dependent on you he’s become, how much of an impact your mere presence has on his day, how you seeing you could make his day so much better while your absence would make him turn sour.  

He knocks on your door, waits for you to open up, and once you do, he doesn’t even wait for you to greet him, he pulls you in into his arms, pressing you against his body, he places a soft kiss on your forehead, then rests his chin on your head, and closes his eyes.

“Could we stay like this for a little while?” he begs, and you can only listen, your heart fluttering inside your chest, still shaken from how bold and impatient Diluc was. You didn’t mind it, after all, not when his chest was so warm, not when his arms perfectly wrapped around you as if they were made just for that.

A few moments pass in silence, moments when all you could hear were only your heartbeats, synced together in harmony as Diluc simply basks in the warmth of your presence. He needs nothing more and nothing less.

“You know, before having you in my life, I used to be completely lonely”, his words plunged the silence. “The funny thing is, I didn’t even realize how lonely I was. I would just wander around the mansion, hang around hilichurl camps and lean on random trees. Looking back now, it seems silly. I was…” – a slight pause as Diluc searches for his words – “empty.”

You can do nothing but listen to him, squeezing him closer into your embrace, soothingly running your hand up and down his back as your heart clenches in your chest at his confession. It hurts to hear it, it hurts to hear how much he’s suffered, how alone he’s been.

“Then I met you”, he continues, bringing his hand up to your head and stroking your hair gently, in a wordless ‘thank you’. “I met you, and whenever I was with you, I wouldn’t feel alone. I’d thirst for your embrace, I’d want to see you everyday, I’d want to go on walks with you everyday, I’d want you. I… completely belong to you now. My heart belongs to you. I love you. I love you so much, thank you for everything.”

You were flying, you were soaring, your heart that was hurting a few moments ago was now brimming with happiness, and you could only laugh in response, echoing his feelings as you told him how much he meant to you and how much you loved him.

Childe

As much as Childe hates to admit it, when it comes to you, he easily gets needy, and those are moments when he needs more reassurance than usual that he’s loved. He’s never been good at hiding how he feels, so when he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, when he pulled away only to tell you that he loves you, you immediately noticed a sudden flash of worry sticking up his face.

He may not say it out loud, but he’s begging, begging you with his eyes to say that you love him back, begging you to ease his sudden fear. It’s silly, he knows it, holding is his breath as if he’s confessing his feelings for the first time, as if you weren’t his lover, yet he can’t help it, he needs to hear it.

You draw in closer, clashing your lips against his ear as you pull him into your arms, feeling his body twitch in surprise, then relax in content.

“I love you too” you coo into his ear, only to hear his exhale of relief followed by his giddy laugh, his worries disappearing as fast as they’ve appeared. With just a few words, you’ve expelled any worry that he might’ve had, taming his restless heart with so little effort. Sometimes he feels he needs you more than you need him, a floating fear that you brush off whenever you tell him that you love him back.

He kisses the corner of your mouth, then he catches your lips into a long, deep kiss, making your chest feel heavy, making your body ache with how much you loved him. He pulls away just for one second, your hot breaths mingling together as he reminds you, as if in a haze, that you mean everything to him and that he never wants to let you go.

“I love you so much”, he’d finish, unable to stop himself from giving in to the urge to kiss you. With that, he hungrily crashes his lips against your once again into a long, desperate kiss.

  Kaeya

You are sitting in Kaeya’s lap, facing him as your legs are comfortably wrapped around his body. His lips are warm, trailing your jawline with soft kisses, never going down your neck and never going up to your lips. He is just fooling around, mesmerized with how responsive you were to his touches, flattered with how you followed his lead without any trace of complaint.

Your lean your head back, letting out a moan when you feel his wet tongue slipping against your skin, sinking your fingers into his shoulders as Kaeya continues in his path, stopping right under your ear.

Bringing your chin down, you give him a probing gaze, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion at his behaviour as you ask him why he stopped.

Kaeya only hums in response, raises his hand to your cheek, his thumb going back and forth against your skin. He’s smiling softly, as if only to himself, his eyes are staring into yours, full of love and adoration. His fingers are so cold that their touch almost stings, and you bring your palm up to place it over them, prompting a small laugh out of Kaeya.

“It’s a secret. Come closer so I can whisper it to you”, he replies, wrapping his hands around your waist as he pulled you closer to him.

He’s a tease: he places a soft kiss at the back of your ear, then one on your earlobe, sending a dizzying wave of goosebumps though your body. His whole body is overwhelmingly warm, and, cradled in his arms and spoiled by his kisses, you don’t mind not getting a response, you feel content just for being there, with him.

Right when you resigned in defeat, Kaeya allows himself a moment of sincerity, and, pressing his lips to your ear, squeezing you even closer to him, he finally whispers:

“It was nothing. Just remembered that I love you.”

Xiao

Once you get past the walls that he’s built around him, you’ll find out that he’s nothing but a gentle, tender person, a lonely soul longing to feel the warmth of love. Expect nothing but soft, sweet moments from him: moments when he’ll hold your hand into his just so he can feel your skin under his touch, moments when he’ll place a kiss on top of your forehead just because he likes how your lips curl into a smile afterwards, moments when he'll pull you into his arms just to keep you there.

With him, everything is tentative, and if he senses any hint of hesitation from you, any trace of faltering, he will retreat. Deep down, however, he’s grown desperate – desperate for your touch, so desperate that in your absence he feels hollow, as if something’s not quite right, as if something’s missing. All he wants to do is to kiss you under the moonlight until the sun rises again, to bask in the warmth of your touch until you fall asleep in each other’s arms, to hold you tightly into his arms until you’ll have to beg him to let you go.

For this reason, his hugs seem to last an eternity: with his hands wrapped around your body, gently drawing circles at the small of your back, with your head resting on his shoulder as turn your head every now and then to place a soft kiss right under his jaw.

Diluc

When it comes to kissing you, Diluc gets heated up pretty quickly. One moment, his lips are softly brushing against yours, catching your bottom lip between his teeth before gently sucking and nibbling on it. The next moment, his burning lips are against your neck, and you can feel his hungry moans against your skin reverberating through your body. Yet for him, it’s not enough. It’s never enough when he gets heated up, so heated up that the world around him becomes nothing but a blur while your image stays crystal clear. Your legs are trembling, your body feels heavy, and you cling to his body, wrapping your arms around his torso as you lean on him for equilibrium.

AAAA Thank u so so so much sweetheart!! I HOPE U LL HAVE A NICE DAY TOO AND ILY!!

I’m glad to hear they were able to warm u up hehe!!

Thank u so so so so much for your kind words ;w;!! Your message warmed up my heart too and I’m kissing u on your forehead & hugging u tightly and I’m not letting u go!! 

I’m at a loss of words. Thank you for reaching out to me and for sharing this about you. Self love can be challenging, and I hope you’ll realize that you are a wonderful person & completely worthy of love no matter what. I wish you good luck on your journey and that you’ll learn to show yourself the kindness that you’ve shown me too. You deserve that too.

AAAAAAAAA UR MESSAGE HAS MADE ME FEEL SO GIDDY I KISS U AND THANK U SO SO MUCH ;w;w;!!!!! I WISH U NOT ONLY AN AWESOME DAY/NIGHT, BUT AN AMAZING LIFE TOO!!!! 

I’m so thankful to receive such sweet messages too!! I’m sending u many many hugs!!

IM NOT SURE IF THIS IS A REQUEST OR NOT but yea i agree with u 100%

AAAAA THANK U FOR YOUR MESSAGE & FOR LETTING ME KNOW!!! IT MEANS SO SO MUCH TO ME TO HEAR THAT!!! I KISS U SO SO MUCH!! 

Yeah I do!! My inbox is always open for them!!

Thank you so so much sweetheart!! I hope u had an amazing time during your holidays too!!

Hello! I don’t do character x character requests, sorry TT_TT

Your message made me go fuwa fuwa too ;w;w;w;!!! Please allow yourself to take a rest too whenever u feel u need it & I wish u’ll be able to overcome any bad situation that may arise!! 

AAAAAAAAA DONT WORRY ABOUT MISTAKES AT ALL I KISS U AND I HUG U SO SO TIGHT THANK U FOR YOUR MESSAGE!!! IT MADE ME SO SO HAPPY!!! ;W;W;W;

Thank u so so much!! I wish everybody an awesome 2021 and that all of your resolutions & wishes will come true!! TT_TT 

Thank u so so much for such a kind message!! I hope u are taking a good care of yourself too!! <3

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Xiao

Truth be told, he was just as touch starved as you, so when you mentioned how badly you needed his touch, it was as if his whole soul was set ablaze, aching, longing for you.

Xiao would envelop you in his arms, a wave of warmth surging through your body as you finally found solace within his hug. One of his hands was tightly wrapped around your waist, while the other was holding your head against him, his fingers sinking into your hair, massaging your scalp in circular, loose motions. With your face buried in his shoulder, almost drunk on his scent, you placed a soft, long kiss at the base of his neck, only to feel him shudder under your touch, only so your mouth could taste the goosebumps that started to ripple across his skin.

His gloves were starting to feel uncomfortable, itchy, as if they suddenly didn’t fit him anymore, as if they were nothing but an unpleasant barrier between him and the warmth of your skin. When wearing them became too unbearable, he asked you if it’d be okay to pull away for a second, and to give him just a few moments. 

He’d take his gloves off, and he’d cup your head into his hands, running his thumbs across your cheeks, relishing in how soothing it felt. In a tender attempt to feel more of you, he’d glide his hands down your neck, slowly, stopping for a moment just to feel your pulse against his fingers, before going down to your shoulders, then up your neck again, then down again, then up again. His hands are warm, his touch tickles, and you can’t bring yourself to mutter a single word, as if under a spell, mesmerized by the man in front of you.

Xiao would feel a lump in his throat, a seething urge to kiss you washing all over his body. He’d try to be discreet about it, and, as his cheeks turned into the slightest shade of red, he’d run his thumb over your bottom lip, hesitating, waiting for you to take the lead. This was your cue to kiss him, and, without skipping a heartbeat, you pulled him into a soft kiss, tasting the smile that spread across his lips.

  Childe

Childe is very perceptive when it comes to your wants and needs, and, the moment you plunged yourself into his arms, thrusting both of you onto the bed, he knew exactly what was wrong and how to help you with this problem, you didn’t need to say a single word.

You landed on top of him, your head resting on his chest, and Childe simply wrapped his hands around you, a soft laugh escaping his lips as he poked fun at your antics. Finding your behavior so endearing, he’d place his fingertips at the small of your back, and he’d start to draw shapes across your skin: circling your shoulder blades, tracing your spine, drawing invisible hearts. His body was warm, his touches were sending shivers down your body, and with your ear against his chest, you listened to the relaxing lullaby of his heartbeats.

He would go on until his hand would turn numb, moment when he’d lay it on the bed, grabbing your hand into his and interlacing your fingers. His other arm is still tightly secured around you, not letting you go anytime soon.

He loved how much of an impact his touch could have over you, he loved when you were so desperate for his touch that you couldn’t keep yourself off him, he loved how needy you were for him, he loved to feel wanted by you.

He couldn’t contain these thoughts to himself, and he’d ask you if you know why he loved you, to which you’d reply that you didn’t know, but you’d like to find out more. Before he even began to mutter a single word, he’d shift both of his legs, intertwining them with yours, his heartbeats picking up, ringing in anticipation to what he was about to say.

Meticulously, he’d start to whisper the cheesiest reasons you’ve ever heard in your life: he loved you because your laugh is contagious, because you’re kind, because you’re clever, because you’re strong, because of how his name rolled out of your mouth, because of the way your eyes light up when you are with him, because of, well, your everything.

Once he was done, you didn’t even bother to reply to him, you simply pulled him in for a sweet kiss.

Bonus:

Diluc

You’ve been busy for the past few days, and without seeing you for so long, Diluc found himself restless, aimlessly pacing around the mansion simply waiting for the days to be over so he could meet you sooner. He didn’t realize how lonely and bleak the world could look like when you’re not around, he didn’t realize how thirsty he could become for your warmth.

For this reason, when you finally showed up on his doorstep, his chest felt heavy, his heart swirling inside his chest as he collapsed into your arms, exhaling in relief only when he could feel the tender touch of your skin under his fingertips. He missed your warmth; he missed your touch. Burying his head into your shoulder, he letting out a heavy breath against your skin followed by a soft murmur of pleasure. At last, he was in your arms. The difficult part was finally over.

Wrapping his hands around you, he started to draw circles at the small of your back, with slow and long sweeps, as if to reassure himself that you were really there, that you weren’t simply a figment of his imagination meant to soothe his loneliness.

Maybe he could’ve been more tactful about it, maybe he could’ve kept certain bits for himself, but when you wrapped your arms around him, when you told him that you missed him, he felt defenseless, completely thrown at your mercy, unable to stop the words from flowing out of his mouth.

“I felt lonely without you.” he’d confess, clutching the fabric of your shirt under his fingers, relieved to hear your voice. “I’ve missed you too. Terribly. I’m glad you’re safe and that you’re finally here.”

You smiled, squeezing him as tightly as you could against you, as if to make up for all the missed hugs, and both you remained in each other’s arms for a long while, as none of you wanted to be the first to let go.

 Xiao

It’s been a while since the last time you showed up at the Wangshu Inn, as you’ve been quite busy with your daily missions and, unfortunately, you weren’t able to give him any notice regarding your absence.

Something itches, something burns inside him, and his chest feels empty, weightless, as if a part of him was missing – you. As much as he’d love to keep you out of his mind, his thoughts would constantly fly back to you, no matter how hard he’d try to resist them. 

Maybe it was for the better that you didn’t show up, maybe it was for the best that you decided not to concern yourself with him. How childish of him to hope for anything more, how childish of him to mingle himself with humans, he’d scold himself. He knows that he shouldn’t care, and yet, despite it all, why does he feel pain now that you’re not there? Why does he long for your warmth?

With his hands folded against his chest and his brows furrowed, he’d stare into the distance at the silhouettes of the people passing by, a small part of him hoping that one of them would be yours. Did those moments when you ate almond tofu together, when you hold hands, when you hugged, meant nothing to you at all? Could you really disappear in just the blink of an eye? He’d scoff. He knew he was bound to be alone anyway, he was well aware of that, and yet, what was the emptiness and bleakness that he felt?

When he finally saw you after all this time, Xiao froze in his place, unable to move or to mutter any word, his tongue stuck at the back of his throat. Excited to see him after all this time, you wrapped your hands around him, pulling him into a warm hug as you rested your head on his chest. 

With your hug, Xiao felt a wave of relief washing over him, any worry that he might’ve had simply dissipating under the warmth of your touch. His heart was aggressively fluttering inside his chest, and he felt the need to lift his hands and to wrap them around you, as if in a trance.

His hands were trembling, unsure, hesitant, but when you told him that you missed him, when you apologized for your absence, when you reassured him that you thought about him everyday and that you simply didn’t have time to give him any notice before leaving, he let go of any inhibition. He hugged you back fiercely, desperately, as if you’d vanish from his reach once again if he didn’t cling to you hard enough. For a moment, it felt as if the world around you disappeared, as if it was just the two of you, melting in each other’s arms.

“I’ve missed you too”, he’d admit, both to you and to himself. Could he allow himself to be a little bit selfish when it came to you? Could he ask you not to disappear like that again?

“Next time, let me know if anything happens. I was… worried”, he’d confess. His words are muffled, as if he might have said something wrong, as if he might have said too much. He’s become so soft for you, so soft it’s actually pitiful.

 Zhongli

Zhongli has always had a peculiar language, and you soon began to pick up on the deeper meaning of his words. “The stars are beautiful tonight” actually meant “Let’s watch them together as we lose ourselves into a hug”. “It’s rainy outside” actually meant “Hold me so close to you until I can feel nothing but your warmth”.

Even a simple “Hello” would become a sacred greeting, because who can say “hello” to their lover without kissing them? Zhongli always accompanies his greetings with a kiss, they are inseparable.

When you pulled him into a hug before he had to leave for a meeting, when you wrapped your hands around his back, leaving a soft kiss under his jaw before breaking the hug to let him go, he felt his heart tighten in his chest. A surge of loneliness suddenly overcame him, and he felt empty – empty because you weren’t in his arms anymore.

He knew he didn’t have time, he knew he was late, yet he wanted to allow himself to slip – just for a little while, to linger in your embrace a little more, to breathe in your entrancing scent until he could no longer feel it. At this point, it was already over for him, and any excuse to touch you more could be a pertinent one.

“Don’t let go yet, I need you in my arms”. That was his excuse.

He said those words as if he was simply stating a fact, as if you simply had to agree with those terms without skipping a beat. And who were you to deny such a simple request?

Your lips curled into a smile, and you hugged Zhongli once more, closing your eyes as you nuzzled your head in his chest. Zhongli rested his chin on your head, and, wrapping his arms around you, he closed his eyes and relished the moment.

Even if he arrived 5 minutes late to the meeting, it was worth it.

Childe

He’d be direct, he isn’t the one to be apologetical when all he wants to do is to hold you in his arms.

His excuses range from the silliest things he could think about, to words so corny that you can’t help but pull him into a hug before he’s able to finish his sentences.

You’d often hear him saying “I just remembered that I have to hug you” or maybe “You look very comfortable right now, I’d like to check how I’d fit in your arms” or maybe something else entirely.

Every so often, he’d say no word. You’d feel his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you onto his body as he’d simply bury his head into your shoulder. This gesture is more or less an invitation for you to run your fingers through his hair, and if you didn’t pick up on this, he’d grab your hand and directly place it on his head. As you played with his locks, he’d murmur in satisfaction, tightening his grip around you whenever you tugged on his hair with more force, and relaxing it whenever you were softer.

Once he felt it was enough, he’d start placing soft kisses on your shoulders, then on your neck, leading all the way up to your ear, kissing the goosebumps that prickled your skin in the wake of his burning lips.

He’d start to shower you in an endless stream of compliments, his words resonating through your body, his husky voice filling your mind. He’d tell you how grateful he feels to have you, then he’d place a soft kiss at the back of your ear. He’d tell you that he is addicted to you, then he’d nibble on your earlobe once more. He’d tell you that he loves you so much that he fears his heart might burst, then he’d place another kiss at the back of your ear. He likes doting on you, after all, and he won’t stop anytime soon.

Kaeya (slightly nsfw?)

Something itches, something burns in his chest. He wanted you so badly it was almost physically painful. He has to touch you, he needs to hold you, and scrambling for an excuse to do that, he’d mutter the first words that went through his mind.

“My hands are cold. Would you be kind enough to warm them up?” he’d coo, his eyes following your reaction, lighting up when you took his hands into yours. This, however, was not what he had in mind, and, in a heartbeat, he’d wrap his fingers around your wrists, guiding your arms around his torso. He’d be so pleased with how pliant you were, with how responsive your body was to his touches and with how you seemed to show him no resistance, going along with his whims as if his will was your own.

He’d bring his hands on your stomach, and he’d slide them them beneath the shirt you were wearing, guiding them to your chest.

A moan escaped your throat as he squeezed your breasts for the first time, and in response to the sudden jolt of pain, you sank your fingers into the fabric of his shirt. He’d flick his thumbs over your nipples until he’d feel them hardening, and, carried away by lust and desire, he’d squeeze your breasts once again, even fiercer than before, just to coax another moan out of your mouth, just to feel your body tremble under his touch.

Changing the pace, he’d start molding and massaging your breasts under his hands as if they were made out of modeling clay, spicing things up by pinching your nipples every so often.

Diluc

Saying “I love you”

Physical touch

Lonely without you

Falling asleep in his arms

When you’re jealous

Asking you to sleep over

When you call him by a cute nickname

When you tell him that you’re cold

A crying Diluc realizes he’s in love with you

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Favourite thing to do with you

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Kaeya

Saying “I love you”

Making excuses to touch you (slightly nsfw?)

Falling asleep in his arms

When you call him by a cute nickname

Gifts

Favourite thing to do with you

Kaeya eating you out - NSFW!!

Kaeya’s kisses

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Zhongli

Making excuses to touch you

Falling asleep in his arms

When you’re jealous

Asking you to sleep over

When you tell him that you’re cold

Zhongli’s kisses

Hugs

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Childe

Saying “I love you”

When you’re touch starved

Making excuses to touch you

Falling asleep in his arms

When you’re jealous

Asking you to sleep over

When you call him by a cute nickname

When you tell him that you’re cold

Hugs

Coming back to you after being away on a mission

Childe’s kisses

Xiao

Saying “I love you”

Physical touch

When you’re touch starved

Lonely without you

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It’s late. You’re in bed, together, ready to fall asleep in each other’s arms.

Diluc

You’re entangled in his arms, your head buried into his chest, your legs intertwined with his. He craves your skin so much that his hands will gently stroke your body for a good while before he is finally able to fall asleep. He’ll draw shapes on your back, tracing your spine with his fingertips, slowly going up and down, then down and up, then up and down, before grabbing your waist to squeeze you against him even closer. He’s a furnace, he’s scorching hot, so warm that he’s melting all of your worries away, so warm that the sole thing you can focus on is the steady rise and fall of his chest, lulling you to sleep.

He loves to squeeze your hand into his, clutching it against his chest as your head is resting on his arm, your faces merely inches apart, breathing in the same air. Every so often, he’ll bring your hand to his lips to place a soft kiss on your knuckles, then one on your forehead, his chest aching in love and adoration for you. He could kiss you all night if you allowed him to, if you didn’t have to sleep.

Sometimes, he has to deal with his Darknight Hero shenanigans, and he’ll leave your side only to return late in the night.

He’s mastered the art of never waking you up. He’d slowly ease himself into the bed, exhaling in relief only when he’d manage to feel the warm of your skin under his touch. He’d leave a soft kiss on your shoulder and he’d lay next to you, pressed against your back. He’d remain awake for a while only to run his fingers up and down your arm, a smile spreading slowly across his lips as he wrapped his hand around your waist.

He knows that you’re asleep, but even so, he’ll whisper a small “I love you” against your ear before snuggling against you, finally falling asleep.

Kaeya

One of his arms is loosely wrapped around your waist, gently resting on your stomach. He’ll usually bury his face into your neck just so he can whisper sweet nothings against your skin – how much he loves you, how warm you are, how good you feel –, placing soft kisses at the back of your jaw in-between his words. His warm breath is slightly ticklish, and with each kiss you can feel your skin prickling up, a wave of goosebumps washing over you.

He loves it when you run your fingers through his hair. He’ll turn to putty into your hands, ceasing any movement so that he wouldn’t disturb you. If you were to stop, he’d grip onto your waist a little bit tighter, asking you to keep going just for a few more moments. His tender voice sounds so pleading, so vulnerable, as if he were completely at your mercy, as if he’d break if you didn’t keep going.

At a certain point, he’d get up from this position, cradling you in his arms as he’s resting your head on his chest. It was his turn to comb his fingers through your hair. You’d place your arm on his bare chest, running your fingers across his soft skin, exploring the indentations of his torso, feeling his rib cage go up and down with the soothing sound of his breath. His fingers are gently playing with your hair, massaging your head as you let out a soft murmur of pleasure, hugging Kaeya closer to you.

((Kaeya also likes to casually hold on to your titty just because it feels nice.))

He’ll place a soft kiss on the top of your head, whispering a tender “I love you”, and he’ll squeeze you closer to him, his arms entangled around you, tightly holding on to your body. Both of you fall asleep with warm, soft smiles spread across your faces.

Zhongli

Zhongli would always brew a cup of warm chamomile tea for both of you, to help you sleep better.

He loves to hold you close into his arms, your back sinking into his chest as you feel the warmth of his breath against the nape of your neck. His arm is draped over your waist, and he’s holding your hand into his, playing with it between his fingers, tracing small figures across your skin with his thumb. 

Placing a kiss on your shoulder, he’ll ask you if you’d like to be bored to sleep by one of his stories, to which you’d reply that he could never bore you, squeezing his hand as you coil yourself into his body. He’d smile against your skin, and he’d leave a soft kiss on your neck, promptly sending a wave of goosebumps down your body.

One day, he had to sleep without you and he had a bitter realization. When you’re gone, the bed is achingly empty, the sheets are stingingly cold. He’d turn his head towards empty side of the bed, and he’d sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose in a slight frown at what he was about to do. For the first time in his life, he hugged the pillow close to him and kissed it goodnight, imagining it was you. “Is this how love changes people...?” he’d think to himself before falling asleep.

He didn’t sleep well that night.

The next night you slept together, as you were snuggling into each other’s arms, he'd shower you in soft sleepy kisses. His lips felt like the fluttering wings of butterflies against your skin, trailing each and every inch of your face as your hands clung to his body. This will become your nightly routine, a routine that never gets old and that never fails to make your heart flutter in joy as you fall asleep in his arms.

Childe

He’d press every inch of his body to yours, and he’d hold you so close to him until there could be no clear space between your bodies, your arms and legs mingling together so close to the point where you can almost feel every indentation of his scars against your skin. It feels comfortable, it feels right, it feels warm, it feels pleasant.

He’d sheepishly open his eyes, resting his hand on your cheek as he stroked it gently. He’d pull you in into a sweet and loving kiss, a kiss so tender that you felt your stomach churn and your body shiver. He’d pull away just to see how you lips curled into a kind smile, how your eyes sparkled with love. Missing the taste of your lips, he would kiss you again just as sweetly as he did before, gently licking on your bottom lip, then moving on to the top lip, sucking on it before pulling away again, just to admire your face once more.

Your chests are pressed against each other, and both of you are laying on your sides. Your arms are wrapped around his torso while his arms slowly roam around your body, stroking you, just to feel you once more before finally falling asleep.

He loves it when you trace the scars on his back with your fingers, and, to your delight, his skin will prickle under your touch. His scars have various textures: some of them are very smooth, others feel rougher, and there’s something wordlessly relaxing about having Childe in your arms, whispering again and again, as if in a trance, that he’s addicted to your touch and that he loves it when you hold and touch him like you do right in that moment.

Childe

He’d secretly feel very flattered, and a wide grin would creep up on his face as he’d wrap his hands around you, only to lift you up and swirl you into the air.

He’d put you down, keeping one hand on your waist while he’d cup your chin between his thumb and index finger, urging you to look him into the eyes. After all, your sight was a delight. You? Jealous? Just thinking about how your pouty lips uttered those words were making him want to crush his mouth over yours, to kiss all your worries away and to show you that he’s yours and yours only.

“I like it when you get possessive over me. Please do it more often.” He’d tease you, sliding his hand around your waist, squeezing at your side. With your body pressed over his, the embarrassment you felt over feeling jealous and how teasingly Childe handled this situation, your cheeks started to flush, and you tried to dart your gaze away.

“No, no, don’t look away!” - he’d say before claiming your mouth into a kiss, gently nibbling and sucking on your bottom lip, going so slow that you had no option but turn to putty into his hands. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, sinking your hands into his soft hair prompting a small moan from Childe’s mouth.

He’d pull away with a gentle smile on his face, only to reassure you that you have no reason to worry – his heart only belongs to you.

“If that’s not enough, next time we’re on a walk in Liyue, I’ll start screaming from the top of my lungs that I’m yours.” he’d tease you one last time before placing a kiss on the corner of your lips, pulling you into another hug.

Zhongli

He’d be genuinely confused and wouldn’t understand right away why you’d feel like that. It was indisputable that he didn’t care about anybody else besides you, so why would you feel jealous?

His longing eyes would search for yours with a glint of confusion, of unsaid worry, as he placed his hand on your cheek, wishing to feel your warmth under his skin as his sole anchor amidst this misunderstanding. Instinctively, you’d lean your head onto his hand, closing your eyes as you gently clutched Zhongli’s wrist, feeling his pulse aggressively throbbing under your fingers.

He would want to know what he has done to make you feel that way, but wouldn’t force the words out of your mouth. He’d patiently wait for you to open up to him so he could demolish any worry that you might have. His heart would clench in his chest at how guilty he felt about his cluelessness, and he’d blame himself for not making his feelings clearer to you.  

He’d hold you into his arms and would listen to everything you had to say, running his fingers over the small of your back in a soothing motion, gently clutching into his hands the fabric of your shirt whenever your voice would creak.

Pressing his warm lips over your ear, he’d reassure you over and over again, for as many times as you needed, that he was yours, that you were the only one that he loved and that he’ll ever love.

He’d take your hand into his, leaving a soft kiss on your palm before bringing it to his chest, placing it over his chest so you could feel his heartbeats – a testimony of his love.

“My eternity is yours, my love. Do what you will with my heart, it belongs only to you.”

You knew Diluc had eyes only for you, and you never doubted this fact. However, whenever he had to hold grandiose banquets, you couldn’t say that your heart wasn’t twisting in jealousy whenever a nobleman was trying, yet again, to haul their daughters at Diluc’s feet, asking him to talk to them. Oh, how much you hated how obediently he’d reply with an immediate yes, shooting you a look that screamed “Please understand I have to do this”, before striking up a conversation with them.

Did he really have to give them his smiles, his smiles that were sending butterflies to your stomach and that were making you melt? Of course, he was just only being polite: his smiles were his usual charming ones, and the conversations were painfully boring and official, yet it still bothered you that they were trying to win him over.

Part of you understand those actions, yet you still wanted to tell him how down you felt during all this time, and that you’d like it if he made it a little bit more known that he was taken.

As soon as he’d hear how his actions were making you feel, his eyes would widen in surprise, a wave of guilt washing over his body. He only had eyes for you, and not even for a single second did he think about anybody else.  He didn’t realize how his actions might have affected you, and while an explanation and a simple apology might have sufficed to ease your heart, he felt in wasn’t enough. In that moment, words felt so unnecessary, so mundane, and his only wish would be to hold you, to hold you in his arms, to squeeze you so close to his heart that your mind could never be clouded by any doubts.

In an instant, his arms would be around you, pulling you into a warm, impetuous embrace: one moment ago, he was right in front of you, in the next moment, you were succumbing to his arms.

He’d keep you there, with him, for one second, then for two, then for three, until his musky scent and burning warmth were taking over your senses, dulling any pain that you might’ve felt for the moment. His arms were a cradle of warmth, and you could feel how his muscles were contracting around you each time he was squeezing you closer.

And you almost forgot - you almost forgot about the pangs of jealousy, about any complaint that you had, and you wrapped your hands around him, burying your face into his neck, listening to his heretic heartbeats that seemed to sing a unanimous ‘I love you’.

For him, feelings tended to be either black or white – all or nothing – and anything in-between would be reduced to one of the extremes. For this reason, in this very moment, he felt devastated: his breath was uneven, his heart was racing with anxiety, and, above everything else, he felt disappointed with himself: disappointed that he made you feel bad for even the split of a second, disappointed that he didn’t make you understand that his heart was yours.

Plunging the silence that was looming between you, Diluc ran his hand through your hair, and, with an apologetic tone, imbued with a hint of melancholy, he’d whisper “I only have feelings for you, my love.”

My love. You’d almost gasp, a wave of goosebumps running down your spine. He always kept this word for special occasions, and he always meant it when he used it.

With a slight pause between his words, he’d continue: “I apologize for causing you any doubt. It won’t happen again. “ Holding onto you as if his whole life depended on it. He wouldn’t be able to let you go until you’d reassure him that everything is fine.

You whispered into his chest over and over that everything is fine, his heartbeat getting steadier and steadier with each one of your words. You knew that he was finally starting to relax once his hug started to get looser, his fingers running up and down your spine in a soothing motion. Neither one of you dared to let go for a very long while.

Ily honey u are the one who’s amazing and adorable 💖💖

I’ll add one soon!

AAAAAA I’m so so happy to hear that!! ;w;

I would love to talk to all of u more but I don’t know where _(:зゝ∠)_  .. I would open a discord server but I heard that moderating can be quite difficult & challenging. I’m open to any other suggestions though!! 

I’m the one who’s in love with u now. TYSM!! It means a lot ㅠㅠ!! 

AAAAA u can’t be so sweet and just leave like that all of a sudden COME BACK HERE AND LET ME KISS U >:((( TYSM SWEETHEART 💖💖

As u should always feel!! Warm & loved 💓💓!!

I hope that everything is going well for you, and if this blog provides a relief from any rough moments and cheers you up, then I’m happy too. I hope u won’t have to experience many rough moments during your life, and that everything will run its course smoothly. Take care of yourself & may u only be blessed by sweet & warm moments!! 

Yep, I will! You can start sending in requests for him, and I’ll start working on them after I play the update!!

Diluc

You and Diluc were lying on couch, your body resting over his, engulfed in his arms, your head resting on his chest as your eyes were fluttering shut under the weight of sleepiness. Diluc was mindlessly playing with the strands of your hair between his fingers as you sank more and more into his tender embrace, nuzzling your head into his chest as you searched for a more comfortable spot. You mumbled into his clothes, telling him that it was getting late, and that you’ll be leaving soon.

His brows furrowed in dissatisfaction. He didn’t want you to leave, not now. He had already finished all of his duties for today, and all he wanted to do was to hold you close to him and to never let you go. Hanging out with you feels so natural, so easy, and he wants to cling to every moment he can be with you. He wants you to say with him more, not to leave him just yet.

“Dawn Winery feels like a lonely place without you. Why don’t you sleep over for the night?” - he’d whisper, placing one hand around your shoulders as the other was running up and down your back, in slow, featherlight motions, as if he was telling that no matter your answer, he won’t allow you to leave anyway.

You couldn’t say no to his plea, and you nodded, hugging him closer to you as you as you thanked him for his hospitability.

He smiled, leaning in to place a kiss on the top of your head as a small thank you for staying with him, for not letting him go yet.

“My home is your home too.” He’d tenderly whisper. Those were the last words that you heard before surrendering to his warmth, falling asleep in his embrace.

Zhongli

Zhongli was teaching you how to brew the perfect cup of tea. His chest was hugging your back as his head was resting on your shoulder, his arms wrapped around your waist - tightly enough so he could feel you against him, loosely enough so you had room to move.

“Good, now pour it again over the leaves. We are using loose leaf oolong tea: because the leaves are crushed, the flavor is released all at once, coming out slowly for the perfect brew.” He’d end this part of the explanation with placing a soft kiss on your shoulder, smiling at how your skin was now covered in goosebumps. “Now, we shall see if I was clear enough.”

You wanted to continue, but you noticed the clock. It was getting late.

You placed your hands over his, unclasping them from around your waist as you turned your body towards him, telling him that it was getting late and that you were supposed to leave.

He’d blink once, then twice, slowly processing what has just happened. The possibility that you could leave never even crossed his mind, not when your body fit so perfectly into his arms, not when he wanted to enjoy this moment with you.

Bringing his hand closer to your face, he brushed the back of his fingers over your cheeks, staring into your eyes with such love and adoration that you almost wanted to look away, embarrassed at how bold Zhongli can sometimes be.

“Perhaps you could spend the night over then? This type of tea is better enjoyed in the company of a loved one, otherwise it loses all of its taste” he’d add, closing the distance between you with a soft kiss on your forehead. “Please”.

Who were you to say no?

Childe

You were standing in the doorframe, facing Childe as you were about to leave for the night.

Intending to give you one last farewell kiss before letting you go, he’d grab your hands into his, gently squeezing them as he’d lean in to leave a soft peck on your lips, still holding on to your hands. He craved your touch like it was a drug, and he’d find the familiar, soothing feel of your skin irresistible. Oh, how he loved the way your hands fit into his so cozily, as if they were made for him and him only.

He’ll have to leave soon for another mission, and whenever the departure date gets closer, he always becomes more clingy, more needy, as if he’s begging you to dote on him just as much as he is doting on you. He wants to fill his free time with your presence as much as possible, and, in this very moment, if you were to leave, he’d feel empty without you.

Should he ask you to stay over? It wasn’t an insurmountable task, yet he found himself lingering. Surely enough, if you wanted to stay over, you would’ve most likely asked. With a weary heart, he’d think to himself that maybe you didn’t want to spend your time with him as much as he did. However, unable to contain the need to ask you, he blurted out:

“Perhaps you could spend the night over?” He tried to scramble for an excuse, any excuse that he could find, anything that may make you want to stay over. But his mind went blank, and he was simply able to utter “Just... stay with me. I need you to want me too. “

Childe

Childe would cover his blushing face with his hand, a laugh escaping his mouth as he’d tell you how adorable you were.

He’d take a moment to compose himself before he’d wrap his hand around your waist, his face beaming with unbridled happiness. Is this how you call him now? Are you two already at that stage of your relationship? How can you be so cute and not know it?

He’d pull you into a tight hug, his arms locking you into his embrace, pressing you you against his body. Your head is laying on his chest, and you can hear his heart beating so fast, as if it was about to jump out and swallow you whole. You lingered in his arms, taking in his scent, reveling in his warmth until his hug felt so tight that it sucked the air out of your lungs. You gasped for air as you tried to pull away to gain some room to breathe.

“You call me like that and now you are trying to pull away, y/n? Don’t you think this is a little bit cruel?”, he’d pout as he’d loosen his hug, his hands still locked on your waist, unable to let go.

He’d lean in to press a long kiss on your forehead, a kiss so warm and full of love that it sent a wave of goosebumps down your body.

“I never want to let you go, y/n” he’d whisper against your skin, pulling you again into another loving hug.

Diluc

The first time he heard you saying that, he literally froze in place, a slight blush creeping on his cheeks, trying to process what has just happened. He’d try to play this lapse of concentration off, continuing to talk to you as if nothing happened, but only one thing would be on his mind for the rest of the day: the way you called him.

He’d try to make you call him like that again, but he would be lamentably embarrassed to tell you what he wanted straight away, and, instead, he’d be extra loving, extra attentive, trying to squeeze that sweet word out of you once again. However, to his dismay, all of his indirect approaches failed miserably.

Eventually, he managed to do it.

You two were cuddling on his couch, your legs wrapped around his torso as you were snugly sitting in his lap. You’d feel his burning lips tracing your collarbones, his tongue poking out against your skin as you leaned your head back, leaving him more space to continue. He’d gently start to nibble on your skin, going up your neck with wet, sloppy kisses as you moaned his name in pleasure.

Electrified by your reaction, he’d feel bold, and he’d press his lips against your ear, breathing out once against it, before he’d whisper “Could you call me by that nickname again, y/n?”

The moment you did, he’d softly smile against your ear, resting his head against yours and wrapping his hands around you into a tight hug.

“I love you” he’d simply murmur. He’ll make sure to be bolder from now on.

  Kaeya

When you called him like that, his face would burst into the most honest smile you’ve ever seen across his face. He’d interlace his fingers with yours, gently squeezing your hands as he’d guide your arms around his waist. Then, he’d hold your head into his hands, and he’d run his thumb across your wet lower lip as he’d whisper:

“Could say do that again for me, y/n?”  

His wish sounded so gentle and soft, with a hint of neediness, as if the whole world would collapse if he didn’t hear you saying that again. With your knees giving in, you indulged in his wish, and, as a response, he’d brush his lips against yours, your eyes fluttering close as he deepened the kiss. He’d taste every inch of your mouth, licking into you with hunger and vigor, as if he wanted to taste your last words and keep them to himself forever.  

He’d pull away, pressing his forehead against yours as he’d pant against your skin, your whole body trembling under his breath.

“Again” he’d whisper. He couldn’t get enough. The way your voice sounded, the way your lips curled when you said that nickname were driving him crazy. He could feel every once of love you had for him, and he wanted to cling onto it, to never let it go.

A blush would creep up your cheeks, burning your face as you whispered that nickname again and again in-between Kaeya’s tender kisses.

“Again”. Another kiss. “Again.” Another kiss. “Again”. Another kiss.

Childe

He’d take your hands into his, clutching them gently as he’d bring them closer to his mouth. He’d start to blow hot air on them, placing warm kisses on your fingertips in-between each breath.

His worried eyes would search for your gaze as he’d put your hands down, still holding them tightly into his. He would run his thumb along the underside of your wrist as he’s scolding you for being careless and for not dressing for the weather, for making him worried over the possibility that you may catch a cold.

You reassured him that it’s not the case, you just felt slightly cold.

Childe would smile, opening up his arms for you “Well, I’m not dressed up well myself so what about a hug to warm us both? Come here!”

He’d pull you into his embrace, resting one of his arms on your waist and the other on the top of your head, ruffling your hair as he’d tell you “This is what you wanted to get from the very beginning, don’t you, you sly fox?” In response to his playful accusation, you buried your head into his chest as your hands wrapped around his upper body, squeezing him closer to you to listen to his soothing heartbeats.

His ruffles would soon turn into gentle, loving strokes. You were basking in his warmth, his every stroke of hand sending a wave of goosebumps down your body. You weren’t cold anymore, you could never be cold when he was with you. 

Diluc

He’d take off his coat, placing it over your shoulders, telling you not to worry about him because you needed it much more than him. You start nuzzling your head into its soft fur, warming up your face, taking in Diluc’s scent that still lingered on it.

An inexplicable need to hold you in his arms washed over him, and despite the fact that he’s just given you his coat and that you seemed to be comfortably warm already, he wanted to hold you in his arms. He wanted to be the one who’d make you warm.

He would wrap his hands around your waist, beneath the coat, bringing you closer to him. His hand would start going up and down your back in sluggish, steady strokes. He’s hot, so hot that it makes you feel dizzy, so hot that it makes you forget all about the cold, the only thing you could focus on being how snugly you fit into his arms.

He’d press his lips to your ear, blowing hot air on it as he’d ask you if you feel much better now. If you told him yes, he’ll ask you if you’d like to go to the winery, to continue the cuddle session by the fireplace. He won’t let go immediately after that though, he’ll keep you into his arms just a little bit longer, and he won’t let go until you point out that maybe, just maybe you should leave now.

Zhongli:

Before anything else, his first thought would be to brew a cup of warm tea for you. In his opinion, nothing warms somebody up better than tea, but you couldn’t say that you shared his views - his hugs would be even better.

Upon seeing your disappointed face, Zhongli would give you an affectionate smile, asking you to have a little bit of patience.

After he gave you the cup of tea, he’d invite you to sit in his lap. He’d rest his head on your shoulder and he’d wrap his hands around your body, your back sinking into his chest. His thumb would tenderly go up and down the side of your waist in a rhythmic motion, sending ripples of goosebumps down your body as you warmed up under his touch.

As you take refuge into his arms, he’d think to himself that he must be so lucky, so lucky to have met you, so lucky to have you there, with him, in that very moment. A strong urge to kiss you would rise into his chest, growing stronger and stronger by each second. He’d start trailing your shoulders in kisses, his soft, warm lips slowly going back and forth from one side to the other.

He’d stop for a moment, pressing his lips against your ear, shyly asking you if you felt warm enough now and if his kisses were of any help.

As soon as you’d reply with a breathless yes, he’d place a kiss at the back of your ear.

The Zhongli relationship quirks made me feel those butterflies in my stomach aaaaa 💗💗💗 and Diluc in love also had me all emotional 💕

Thank you so much for writing and sharing!!!

Please enjoy a crying Diluc, hehe.

It was the first night that you two slept together, and Diluc woke up ahead of you.

You were laying in front of him, so divine, so serene, so peaceful. He can’t help but guide his hand to your cheek as he’s squeezing himself closer to you, craving the touch of your skin. Seeing you like that instilled into him a feeling of peace and serenity, his whole body just instinctively getting closer to yours as if it was acting on its own, any distance between you feeling like a howling abyss that needed to be surmounted. You were his home, his safe heaven.

As you lay in front of him, Diluc would feel a wave of strong emotions washing over him. He’s been so alone, so cold, so guarded for so long, and he thought that this is his destiny, a written fate never to be changed, a truth deeply woven in the fabric of his being.

Then, he met you.

He fell in love with you, hard, and you tore down any walls that he may have built, showed patience when he was being stubborn, loved and tended on his wounds. You crawled under his skin, finding your way to his heart, and this realization was so overwhelming for him that he couldn’t help but cry - cry because he loved you so much, cry because he wasn’t alone anymore, cry because he had you. Tears would start weighing down on his eyes, silently falling down on his cheeks, stumbling on the pillow and sinking into its fabric.

He buried his eyes into his hands, trying as hardly as he could to suppress the flow of tears, worrying about what you’d think if you were to see him in such a frail state.

He tried not to wake you up, but he failed. His movements jolted you awake.

You opened your eyes and instantly felt your heart sinking into your chest at the sight of him: he was a mess, his face red, wobbly tears crawling down on his skin, leaving behind salty trails. You swiftly grabbed his wrists, pulling his hands away, giving him a worried look, asking him with a tear in your voice about what was happening, wanting to know the reason for his tears. The crackle of your voice, the worried look of your eyes, just pushed him even further, crying even more vigorously. How could he be so lucky to have such a kind lover? Did you even know what effect you had on him? How smitten he was? You were so inconspicuous, you had absolutely no idea. You were so innocently staring at him, unaware of all of this, and he was making you worried. Over what? Over how much he loved you? Is this really a reason to cry for? As those thoughts were running across his mind, he’d want to cry even more. If only he knew how to cry with style, then maybe things would’ve been better.

He’d bury his head into your shoulder, drowning into your scent as his wet tears are slipping down on your chest, drenching your shirt, his hair sticking to your skin. You allowed him to collapse onto you, holding him into your arms, caressing his hair, telling him that whatever happened, you are there with him and everything is going to be alright. He wouldn’t dare to look you into the eyes, not yet, he’d just try to calm himself down, well aware of how confusing this sight may be for you, embarrassed at his state.

He loved you. He really did. Truthfully, deeply, unequivocally. He wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you close to him as he’d try to find the words for at least half of an explanation. He’d bother with the rest of it when he’d regain his composure, as right now, he was by all means a mess, and he couldn’t leave you worried for him.

He’d lift his head, bloodshot eyes meeting your gaze as you felt your heart clenching into your chest. You didn’t know what happened. You didn’t know why he was crying; you were left in a bitter darkness, and all you could do was hold him, and you held him so close to you that your fingers started to tingle, your knuckles turning marble white.

He’d open his mouth, hushed, almost inaudible words leaving his trembling lips as he’d apologize for worrying you, reassuring you that he feels fine. He’d exhale, his hot breath against your skin sending a shiver down your spine. He’d hold in his tears, placing a burning hand on your cold cheek as he’d tell you that he loves you so much and that he’s thankful to have you in his life. You’d mimic his gesture instinctively, holding his face into both of your hands as your thumbs ran across his wet, blotchy skin, disturbing the channels that the tears left behind. He’d place his hand over yours, interlacing your fingers, and would lean forward, pressing his forehead to yours as he’d whisper tender, heartfelt words.

“I love you, y/n. I love you so much it hurts”, he’d tell you. Tears started flowing again, washing over his gentle smile.

Hearing his crackled voice made your eyes heavy too, and soon enough tears started streaming down your face. You loved him just as much and you understood, you completely understood him.