THE FATUI HARBINGERS // A WINTER NIGHT’S LAZZO

My Oc and her stoic moody asexual bf

Took me 3 days to finish but I finally managed to finished it with the help of coloring and some rendering from my friend✨

I just want to be delulu and ship my oc with geo coz i love him sm and hyugo.

I'm bad at describing but

Aventurine answering an interview about which food does he like most and he said the most common food ever (preferably selling it at street stalls). When he get asked why he answered that because it's the food he ate with his s/o first time ever before they were dating (his heart skipped a beat while watching them eat)

“In Simple Things, I Found You”

Summary: During an interview, Aventurine reveals his favorite food is skewered street meat. When asked why, he shares that it was the first meal he had with his partner before they started dating. Watching them enjoy it made his heart skip a beat, creating a cherished memory he holds close.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Fluff, Established Relationship, Sweet Memories, First Meeting, Lighthearted Romance.

A/N: THIS IS SO CUTE!! I'M CRYING!! 😭💖😕❤️‍🩹🥺

In the bright studio lights of the interview set, Aventurine adjusted his rose-tinted glasses and flashed a charming smile at the host. The lively crowd watched with eager anticipation as the interview unfolded, captivated by the enigmatic senior manager's confidence and charisma.

"So, Aventurine," the host began, "we’ve learned a lot about your career at the IPC, but we’re all dying to know: What’s your favorite food?"

Without missing a beat, Aventurine leaned back, the subtle sparkle in his eyes hinting at a memory stirring just beneath his cool exterior. A grin played on his lips as he leaned into the mic. "Actually, it’s… skewered grilled meat from street stalls. Nothing fancy, really."

The audience and host seemed momentarily surprised, expecting a more extravagant choice from someone known for sophistication. The host chuckled and leaned forward, intrigued. "Really? Of all the cuisines you’ve had, you’d pick something as simple as skewered street food? Is there a story behind it?"

Aventurine paused, remembering that moment as vividly as if it had just happened. It had been a late evening, and he had suggested the street stalls on a whim, hoping to relax after a day filled with high-stakes meetings. When you had agreed, he hadn’t anticipated how charmed he’d feel sharing something so ordinary.

He looked back at the host, his gaze softening. "There is. That food stands out because it’s what I had the first time I shared a meal with my partner," he admitted, his tone gentler. "We weren’t together yet, just two people grabbing a bite. But watching them that night, the way they smiled, how they savored each bite—I remember my heart skipping, just realizing how happy I felt with them."

The host’s face lit up with surprise, clearly touched. "Sounds like a beautiful memory. You’re saying you chose your favorite food not because of the taste, but because of the company?"

Aventurine gave a subtle nod, his gaze distant as he recalled every detail of that evening. The scent of grilled spices, the warmth from the food stand’s flickering lights, and the laughter shared over something as simple as skewered meat. He could still picture you, laughing as you handed him a skewer, oblivious to the effect you had on him.

"Exactly," he replied, smiling. "It’s a reminder of how happiness can be found in the simplest of things. That’s something I’ll always cherish."

As the interview continued, he couldn’t shake the thought of surprising you later that evening, maybe with a skewer or two from your favorite stall. Because for Aventurine, every bite was a reminder of the moment his heart had chosen you—long before either of you knew where it would lead.

My husband and my child playing Minecraft 😭

baby streamer

ft. dad! kenma kozume

warning(s): none

notes: kenma’s kid takes over his stream when he goes afk

“Give me one sec. I’ll be back, I’m just getting something to eat,” Kenma pushed himself out of his chair a waved to his chat.

kyanmaaastan nooo don’t gooo

fairy62738 take your time!!

The letter ‘f’ rolled in the chat as Kenma disappeared. Not even thirty seconds later, a small human popped into the room. The chat was going crazy as they approached the gaming chair.

Kuroosterhead STOP ITS BABY KODZU

yuriyuri.123 IM GOING TO SCREAAMMM

_hitsuki_27 come to chat don’t be shy

The four year old plopped into Kenma’s gaming chair. She grinned and waved. Her short, brown hair swished as she tilted her head.

“Hi, Daddy’s chat!” Her small voice greeted.

Chaos. The chat was furiously rolling as those watching swooned and laughed.

The little girl’s face scrunched up, “Call of Duty! Daddy says he never plays that!”

The little girl grabbed the game controller and exited the game that Kenma had been playing. The screen of Kenma’s monitor was still streaming for the chat to see.

She scrolled through the number of games until she got to Minecraft. When she clicked onto it she smiled at the game monitor.

“I’m going to show you the world that Daddy and I have been making!”

oronoyaora stop this is soo cute 😭😭😭

hasanabi she’s gonna show us her socialist empire

The screen loaded and her character spawned. She put herself in flying mode and moved away to give a tour to the chat.

“This is my house,” she showed a purple, castle like structure, before turning.

A significantly small, cobblestone house came into view, “And this is Daddy’s house! I made his house and he made mine!”

The chat rolled with laughing emojis and hearts. Kenma returned and noticed that his chat was going crazy. He saw that his game monitor screen was streaming Minecraft. He chuckled.

“What are you doing?”

Baby Kodzu turned her head and grinned, “Hi, Daddy! I was showing your chat our Minecraft world!”

“Well,” Kenma lifted Baby Kodzu before sitting down and placing her on his lap, “I guess we’re playing Minecraft now.”

“Did you know that Daddy’s scared of the Endermen and Skelly’s?”

Kenma pinched her cheek, “Don’t expose me like that.”

Kuroosterhead LOLOL

Gyanugyanu don’t be shy baby kodzu, tell us more

“ I don’t know what that means, Daddy,” Baby Kodzu shrugged.

Kenma shook his head with a smile, “Go grab another controller, so we can both play.”

Honkai: Star rail | Aventurine

double standard w/ sunday

based on @harmonysanreads fic! Y'know the neuron activation meme???? yeah,,, that's what actually happened when I stumbled on her post qwqwqwq

TYYY @harmonysanreads FOR YOUR SERVICEEE

!!!❤

𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐔𝐓 — 𝐂𝐇 𝟏

chapter 1 — strained relationships.

[fic info here]

You watched with bright, hopeful eyes as the Player began to choose their party members. When it came to the second slot, their brows furrowed in contemplation briefly before they selected you.

You let out a joyful exclamation, pleased that you were going to be used.

You must’ve been blessed with an extraordinary Player— you had only released five minutes ago and they had already managed to obtain you, a five star character! It was praiseworthy.

“Ah? You must be Y/N?” A cool, masculine voice called out to you, causing you to glance to your right, eyes landing on a certain blue-haired male.

Your eyes lit up with recognition— you had heard a lot about him. Wasn’t he the Calvary Captain of the Knights of Favonius? What was his name, again? Kayden… Karen… Kai… oh, Kaeya—! That’s his name.

You beamed, nodding, “Yep, that’s me! And you must be the famous Kaeya. It’s wonderful to meet you,” you say.

The blue-haired male chuckled, seeming to be amused by your choice of words. “Famous? I’m not so sure about that,” he remarked. You opened your mouth to reply, only for a voice to interrupt you.

“I agree. He’s more infamous for seducing the hardworking citizens of Mondstadt.”

You glanced to your right to see a red-haired male glaring daggers at Kaeya, arms folded across his chest. Oh, another person you recognized! Your Player really was impressive.

“Me?” Kaeya arched a brow, “I’m not sure about that. How about you, my dear brother? Somehow, you managed to get Donna to fall for both of your identities. Now isn’t that a feat?”

The pyro user narrowed his eyes at his brother. “I believe in numbers, Kaeya, and I think you have quite the record.”

Upon seeing the rising tension between the two brothers, you quickly interjected, not wanting a fight to start up, especially since you were sandwiched right in the middle of them both. Ugh, your ears wouldn’t be able to take it.

You leaned a little closer to Diluc, giving him a quick wave paired with a cheeky smile, “Hi there,” you chirp, “You must be Diluc! I’m Y/N, the newest playable character.”

Diluc finally noticed you, blinking once before returning your greeting. “I apologize for that,” he murmured, “That must’ve not been a very good first impression of me.”

You merely smiled, “Oh, no worries, I understand. Siblings can be quite infuriating something,” you laughed.

Just as those words left your lips, another character was added into the party, taking up the last slot. Your eyes widened upon seeing who it was.

“Childe!” You exclaimed gleefully the same time Diluc exclaimed, “The Fatui?!”

You stopped, happy expression faltering as you glanced over at Diluc, who looked at you with a shocked expression on his face. You knew exactly what he was thinking— you know this guy?

“Oh— oh, don’t worry, he’s trustworthy,” you say quickly. Well, not really, but he wouldn’t kill you… probably.

Being stuck in the development stages for months gave you quite a lot of time to observe characters, and you knew that Childe wasn’t heartless. Terrifying at times, yes, but not heartless. His love for his family really showed that.

The ginger returned your grin with one of his own, not fazed in the slightest by a new face.

“Hey there!” He greeted, beaming, “Y/N L/N, right? I’ve heard plenty about you, and it seems like you’ve heard a lot about me, too.”

You nodded rapidly, “Well, yeah!” Your smile turned into a bit of a smirk, “You’re Zhongli’s sugar daddy.”

Silence.

Then, Childe burst out in laughter, doubling over. “I-is that what they’re calling me, now?” He snorted, “Y’know, you’d think that with my three names, they’d settle for at least one of them, but no.”

You quickly glanced over at both of the males standing next to you. Kaeya looked mildly amused while Diluc… not so much. You could practically hear the gears turning in his head as he pieced things together.

You then glanced back at Childe, “Well, I mean— it’s not necessarily a bad nickname?? I mean, you’re getting more attention.”

The ginger nodded, “True, true. I guess you can’t ask for much else, huh?” He wiped a tear away, “Well, it’s great to meet you, Y/N.” His eyes glimmered with mirth, “I have a feeling we’ll get along excellently.”

Did Childe just say that to me?! Your mind screamed, I just got acquainted with someone rich as hell!

Technically, he was a criminal, too, but we weren’t going to talk about that.

You swallowed down the urge to jump around and cheer, thinking up something to say to hopefully continue the conversation. The Player, however, then opened up the character screen, switching to your character, and began to level you up.

Once you were up to level eighty, the Player exited the screen and began to grind a certain domain over and over again, seeming to be trying to get a certain artifact. This was what you did for the next week or two, over and over again.

You understood the pain of being a main, now.

Of course, it was enjoyable, but was definitely tiring. You notified that every time you did a domain, by the end of it, you were completely out of breath, while the three males seemed completely fine.

Luckily, on the fifteenth day, the Player finally managed to get the artifact set they were grinding for. Any longer and you swore your soul would’ve left your body.

They then teleported to a statue— the one near the big tree in Mondstadt— and logged off.

“Whoa!” Childe exclaimed, “It is windy here—!”

“That’s why it’s called Windrise,” you shout at him, hoping he could hear you over the whipping winds, which seemed to be strangely violent today, “And Mondstadt is under the control of the Anemo Archon— what did you expect?”

“True,” he admitted, “Can we get out of here, though? Going to Angel’s Share would be much better than sitting here for the next few days, straining our voice.”

Kaeya jumped on the opportunity, “I agree, don’t you think so, brother?”

The redhead glared at the cryo user before eventually caving when you pointed out that he had been away from work for a whole two weeks. Yep, you knew his weak spot— he was a workaholic.

Soon enough, the four of you were in the tavern— Diluc behind the counter, Kaeya and you sitting at the bar, and Childe… somewhere, probably blackmailing someone.

“Ah, this is much better,” the cryo user hummed, twirling a glass full of wine with his nimble fingers, “It’s been a while since I’ve had a glass of wine.”

You sipped at your own drink, “Really? I’m surprised.”

“Hm?” The blue-haired male raised an eyebrow, “How come?”

“Wine is your favorite drink,” you reply, “And from what I’ve heard, you indulge yourself in it often.”

Kaeya chuckled briefly. “Whoever is telling you this is making me sound like an alcoholic.”

You laughed along with him, “But isn’t that what you are?” You joked.

“What? Of course not,” he said, feigning an overly dramatic innocent expression before immediately dropping it, “You’re beginning to sound like Diluc, you know.”

You paused very briefly, unsure of how to reposed to that. Was that good or bad? You knew that his relationship with the redhead was very strained, and so the last thing you wanted to do was to accidentally strike a nerve.

Kaeya seemed to understand what you were thinking, because he smiled and added, “I’m joking. You looked so serious just now,” he chuckled.

You blinked, snapping out of your thoughts, “I… did?”

The blue-haired male nodded. “Mhm hm. I didn’t even know you could make that expression.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks in embarrassment, “Oh, well, uh—“ you were cut off by Diluc’s voice, causing you to glance over at the redhead.

“We should get going now,” he advised, “The Player said they were only taking a short break.”

You nodded, getting up, “Alright.” You glanced around the tavern before your lips dropped into a frown, face visibly paling, “Hey, uh… where’s Childe?”

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@tinykokomi @kwelibeeery

Reader: Goodnight to the love of my life, Aventurine, and fuck the rest of y'all.

Kakavasha made a new friend 💫

"My darling... Oh my wonderful darling... My angel, my love..."

He rest his chin on your shoulder, his lips softly against your skin as he savor every moment the two of you shared. His eyes closed as his soft lips trails on your shoulder and neck.

"Tonight, I am all yours. Tonight, there shall be no anyone else. Tonight, there is only us, and that makes me happy."

"My... Wife..."

He lean in close, pressing his lips to yours and kiss you deeply, with full of passion and love that keeps burning in his chest. His full devotion to you.

You are my everything.

Edit: I really apologize for not putting fem!reader in tags, but thank you for reblogs and likes. I don't want anyone getting upset by the misgendering and so i'm really sorry. But thank u to the anon who informed me about it!

Every reblogs are appreciated!

@whorerificstuff WHY DO U HAVE TO HURT ME 💔 (I luv this sm omg if only its possible for u to make a happy version 😭)

What if you and this male character were expecting a baby....

At first he was so excited to meet them, you were too after trial and errors to conceive a child. He knew you wanted a baby and he was there to give that. He knew you were pregnant the moment you ran through the bathroom door. The same symptoms that of a pregnant woman. But you wanted to make sure you really have a life growing inside of you. And you were. You were happy, he was happy to start a family with you.

Sometimes he would see you check yourself in the mirror everyday. And each passing they your stomach grew bigger and bigger till it was visible to everyone that you, his adorable and beautiful wife is carrying his child.

He saw how much you love the unborn baby. No. Words could not comprehend how much you anticipate to meet them.

Then there was that time he woke up with you gone. That made him jolt right up in panic only to see you grinning ear to ear, eyes sparkling in ecstasy at him. He let out a sigh of relief.

"They're kicking"

That's what you said, a faint blush painted on your soft cheeks. He couldn't help but stare at you, your hair was a little messy, a few strands in disarray but nevertheless you were still ethereal in his eyes.

You reached out for him to stand up and led his hand to your baby bump. He was very careful and gentle as he pressed his palm on you. He couldn't help but smile too when he felt the kick. He knelt down telling the unborn child that he wishes to see them and to not make things hard for you during labour. He felt you brush his unruly hair as you told him like a loving wife and mother would that no matter what the cost, no matter how painful it is you wish for your baby to be healthy and see the world. You smiled your eyes squinting a bit. They were full of undisputed love and he wish to see them every waking moment.

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The skies were in their darkest shades of gray and the pour of rain was unforgiving. The atmosphere was mournful, somber very appropriate for a funeral.

He held the umbrella to protect himself and the little bundle from the rain. He stared down at a grave, his eyes were tired, dull, a very expressive lament in them as if he had been crying for the longest time till he couldn't anymore, and on that stone protruding on the surface of the wet earthly floor carved, is your name. You didn't make it. He was unable to shed any more tears. He already cried far too much. All he felt was loss and an immeasurable amount of grief. He hears the baby coo in his arm, the baby that you left him, the child that you both made out of love for each other, the only thing connected to you.

Everyone that attended your funeral all left and shared their grief and respect. It was only him and a few concerned friends that stayed watching him mourn from the background.

Your brother decided to finally approach him, he has the same doleful expression as the others that attended your funeral and the same look of sympathy for him, the husband, and the father of your child. Your brother told him it was time to leave, that the rain is cold for the baby. He was hesitant to leave but complied for the baby's sake.

His and your friends and relatives were worried for him. Your mother offered to stay with him till he knows how to care for the baby himself. It didn't take long for him though, but even without anyone's help he would still learn how to care for his baby daughter, but he'd rather much have you see him struggle, to try and try until he got the hang of it. He wanted you to praise him to tell him he was doing well but you aren't there. The home you used to share feels painfully quiet without you. His heart aches everytime he sees every trinkets that you bought. Everything reminds him of you. Especially the little baby who's soundly sleeping on the comfiest cradle that you have chosen, you were right about the baby being a girl, he could never argue with you, you're always right, all except when you told him you're gonna be there for your baby girl, to hold her, to feed her, to wake up every night, to watch her grow into a beautiful young lady, like her mother.

He couldn't sleep in his first night without you, and the next day, and the day after that. The bed was cold and too big for him. His friends called and asked him if they could be of any help but he told him that he can manage with taking care of the little baby. But what about him? You weren't there to scold him for not eating, you weren't there to shoo away his intrusive thoughts. He was hopeless, the only thing that kept him moving was his daughter. She looks so much like you and it hurts so much. He misses you so much. There was never a night where he would not cry, where he would accidentally call for your name and expect for a reply. He had to be there for your baby. The baby that you grew to love each and every passing time and day. He'll try to make his daughter feel the same love that you've been giving to her. He'll let her know how much you love your baby girl.

It was the middle of the night that he hears the loud cries of his baby daughter. It had been a few weeks after your death, the empty space beside him, the space where you used to lie grew cold. That's right you're not here and never going to be.

He went to where the little pink crib was, his daughter was squirming and crying. If the neighbors weren't so understanding they would be knocking at his door every night.

The baby's crying was getting louder. He tried feeding the baby but she wasn't even hungry, he tried cradling but the crying kept coming, there was no sign of her stopping anytime soon. He wishes you were here, you would know what to do. Your touches were able to calm him down when he was stressed before, and he believes it'll be the same for his daughter too. No baby would ever reject a mother's touch.

He tried rocking the cradle gently hoping it what his daughter wants.

"Please stop crying" He begged his daughter. She didn't, she kept wailing.

He couldn't help but also weep with his daughter, a few tears drip down at the infant's face.

"Please be healthy"

"Please don't get sick"

"I'll buy all the things you want"

He wiped the tears on his daughters face, but it was useless as new tears kept sliding down on her plushed cheeks.

He couldn't even wipe his own.

His breathe hitched as he suddenly remembers what the doctor had said.

Newborns could not live without their mothers.

He closed his eyes kissing the temple of his daughter. He was scared that he might lose her too.

"Just please-..please don't leave dad too"

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