#m.ine

thoma is inazuma's most eligle bachelor, i mean, he's got everything down- from looks to smarts to housework, there seems to be nothing that phases him. well, there isn't, unless that something is his classmate (and crush of, like, seven years), in which he then finds himself less of a put together barista and a schoolboy in sixth grade again.

thoma x gn! reader. coffee shop! au. thoma's a mess but we love him. ♡s & ↻s appreciated! a/n at the end but this is for @kkayn! happy hols!

“hi! welcome to komo-” when he whirls around, bright, customer-service smile ready to dazzle someone with his wit & charm, he wasn't expecting you to be standing there, basked in the light of a winter afternoon, staring thoughtfully at the menu above his head.

calm down, thoma, it's just y/n- my god, it's y/n! wait- put down the cup before you fucking drop it & make a fool of yourself.

his suddenly shaking and sweaty hands set down the mug he was cleaning on the counter with a clink, opting to set his hands against the familiar grooves & dips of the cashier screen instead.

“hi, um, welcome to komore teahouse! how can i help you?”

he flashed you his best grin, although he doesn't really have to try, as he realised his jaw is starting to hurt from how hard he was smiling once he spotted you.

cutie bootie matchy mutuals

I wonder if Shakespeare expected perfection

Every time he wrote, or, do you reckon,

He just wrote and the freedom of pure creation

Lead him there in the end anyway?

How many of the greats wrote to be great?

Was their desire to create so pure, so personal,

That Calliope herself took place within them?

in which scaramouche ponders on his heart. scaramouche x gn! reader. its literally just fluff.

maybe there is no plot....... maybe i just wanted to write about scaramouche..... he's soft here. i subscribe to warm scaramouche i will die on this hill. america's funniest home videos vc: and goodnight everybody. ♡s & ↻s appreciated!

"he is generally disagreeable, and is not well-liked even within the fatui, how can something like him love someone when he doesn't even have a heart?"

such are the words lobbed at the one who calls himself balladeer, and he simply scoffs at them. who is to judge the heart he has? it is only inside himself that he has a person who understands him- and another he simply calls 'my love'.

sometimes he is afraid of looking you in the eye, afraid that if he does you will see nothing but emptiness- a thing without a soul. so he doesn't, pulling his hat over his eyes as he sways uncertaintly, opting to simply turn his face away when you ask. but you chase after him anyway, sticking your nose into his face. his hands plaster themselves against your cheek, trying to push you away, but you only coo at him- "you have the prettiest eyes i know, like the vibrant purple of a violet."

sometimes he would have bad dreams- nothing but trivial, if he could decide for himself, but most of the time it winds up with him in the snow covered stairs of your house, warmly toned wood long buried under untouched white, cheeks reddening as the snezhnayan cold whips across his skin. the bitterness of winter and his own thoughts accompanies the world that has done nothing but bite at him, eating & chewing and spitting him out a mess of a person.

you would then slink out after him, disturbed by the sudden lack of another being, first peering from the safety of the darkness behind your door, eyes owlishly blinking at him as you tried to not fall asleep on your feet. the soft spoken "do you want me here?" that slipped out from under the crack of the door, returns a equally quiet & gruff "whatever" and slight nod that you may would have missed if you weren't looking for the tell-tale sign.

genshin boys (diluc, childe, albedo, thoma, gorou, xiao, kazuha) x gn! reader. coffee shop! au. blurbs :) fluffy!!! ♡s & ↻s appreciated!

notes: pick me pick me up..... pick me pick me up

diluc

the one who you never get his name right, since whatever he says goes in one ear & out the other when he looks so great under coffee shop light (something you will say for nobody but him). you always have to stutter out some semblance of a name when calling for his order. you tried to draw a heart for him in his coffee once, but he never ordered the latte ever again, so you opt for scribbling a heart on his reciept once you finally learned his name; it returned with a phone number.

childe

he’s never on cashier duty when you come around, so he never gets to talk to you. loudly dropped a plate once while you were in the shop so you would pay him attention. puts extra toppings with your icecream and always delivers with a wink, trying to strike up some semblance of conversation before signora calls him back into the backroom. scaramouche ultimately has enough of him & tells him that he can take over his shift when you’re here-- for twenty dollars. childe agrees.

albedo

his face is plastered all over the outside of the shop because he has like three international barista certificates and went overseas to learn more about coffee making. his coffee does taste better than your local starbucks but he stares you down while drinking and sometimes you fear for your life, especially when he comes over & sits down next to you with a clipboard to ask you questions, but not exactly just about his coffee...

genshin girls (kokomi, keqing, mona, ningguang) x gn! reader. genshin girls as isekai romance tropes! ♡s & ↻s appreciated! pt 1 featuring the boys is linked!

notes: i love my girlies.... but i'm not too confident in writing for them. so there's only four girls here compared to the guys. i would def love to write more for them tho, considering keqing & mona are some of my favs 🥰 sorry if this is sort of subpar, i'm writing this while really tired.

kokomi, as in: i still remember you like it's yesterday.

once, one of her mothers, a priestess, said- “you two are linked, your souls, interwined.” like clockwork, in every new life of yours, the two of you always end up meeting each other, always fated to be... together. sometimes it's easy, where you two are born to neighbours, but sometimes it's harder, such as that time you two were born into rivaling families. but something always stay the same- her softness, your adoration. this life was exceptionally hard, you were born as the eldest child of a poor family, whilst kokomi is the sole heir to a multi-national corporation. but there's another factor- in this life, only you remember the past.

keqing, as in: saving the female lead from these losers!

keqing is the most sought after girl in liyue- of course she is. after all, she has the most beautiful face, and smarts to go along with it. she also just happens to be the female lead of a romance visual novel. however, her love interests are all... less than pleasant, and as a passionate defender & lover of keqing, it is up to you- reincarnated peasant, to thwart her asshole suitors from ever approaching her in the first place. but for some reason, she's showing those tell-tale signs of... her being in love?! what do you mean i've always protected you?

mona, as in: this princess is a fake!

reincarnated as a irrelevant servant of the princess, you, as someone who has read this novel, are one of the only few people who know the princess isn't actually the princess, but an identical girl named mona. content with watching her romantic story & passionate tale of trust, honesty, love & betrayal play out by her side, you've somehow became the person mona trust the most. when she finally tells you about her real identity, do you admit you already know? do you run away, or stay true to yourself, like you've always told her to?

ningguang, as in: the protagonist has too good a memory!

reincarnated as a young child, on a rainy day, you spot the small, sad ningguang as a kid- before she grew up, before she became the tianquan. feeling pity for the female lead, you decide to hand her an umbrella to be shielded from the rain. years later, as you live your merry farming life, & have almost forgotten about the world you've been migrated to, a millelieth bangs on your door, relaying 'the tianquan wants to meet the person who cared for her for the first time in her life'.