Trigger warning(s)/Tags: angst, hurt(?)/comfort, fluff, comfort, mentions of insecurities, body image issues, body type descriptions
Word count: 1469 words
Date posted: Feb. 2 2022
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• First of all, this has been on my mind for months so I have to share it
• Second, Itto would be WEAK for a chubby s/o
• Like, you cannot tell me this man wouldn’t be over the fucking moon for any type of s/o
• Regardless of your body type, Itto would give you the utmost respect, love, and support
• It’s already known that this loving himbo would go out of his way for anyone he loves and cares about, even if he doesn’t know them that well
• So him loving all types of appearances is completely within the realm of reality
• He also just gives off that vibe
• But back to the main topic here: our beloved himbo absolutely adoring his chubby!s/o
• He loves to cuddle into your chest or stomach and just be surrounded by your warmth
• His love language is 1000% physical affection
• If you gently pull his head down into your chest when cuddling, he will fucking DIE
• This man is down bad, please take care of him
• He prides himself on protecting you and making sure you’re okay
• He gets into a lot of trouble on his adventures, so he has to make sure you’re okay over everything else
• You’re precious to him, so he’d do absolutely anything to keep you safe and healthy
• Insecurities? Not on his watch
• He tells you how much he loves you every moment of the day
• One day he finds you looking in the mirror, poking and prodding at fat
• It doesn’t click in his mind at first
• He honestly just thinks you’re admiring yourself the way he usually does
• Then you suck your stomach in, sighing out in frustration when you don’t achieve your desired outcome
• He’s still a little confused to be honest
• Confused as to why you’re frustrated
• What’s there to be annoyed with? It’s skin, beautiful skin that he loves to squeeze and kiss and admire as of it was a shining star placed into his hands by a god
• It isn’t until you avert your own gaze, looking away at the mocking reflection, and grab your previously discarded shirt from the counter, that it clicks
• Are you unhappy with your look?
• He doesn’t quite understand this struggle personally, but he empathizes with you still
• He’s far from immune to insecurity, having his fair share of the wretched feeling
• Itto understands what it feels like to have those plaguing thoughts ringing in the back of your mind, screaming at you
• He fears not being able to protect you, thinking he’s not good enough for you or that he’s only going to bring you down with him. The list goes on
• So when he sees you in such a vulnerable state, it breaks his heart
• Especially since you’re fretting over a part of yourself that he loves so much
• Nuzzling his face into your stomach is probably one of his favorite pastimes
• The chub on your arms makes you one of the best huggers he’s ever met
• Your chubby cheeks? The best place to plaster sweet kisses over and over so he can hear your melodious voice giggling while you tell him to stop
• Your thighs are heavenly pillows which he thanks the archons for every morning and night
• Itto understands the feeling of insecurity, but he can’t quite understand this insecurity
• But that doesn’t make it invalid!
• He knows that it’ll be a nagging little voice regardless of what he says
• But if he can help reduce it to just an annoying nagging voice that you can flick away, then he’ll do just that
• Making his way to the bathroom, he steps behind you, looking at the reflection of you both in the mirror
• His arms snake around your waist and he bends slightly to rest his head at the base of your neck and shoulder
• He wordlessly gazes at your reflection, a soft smile taking over his lips at your image
• The words he had quickly planned out seemed to float from his mind, lost in the lovesick grin he adorns
• “You’re so gorgeous.” is all he’s able to muster up
• Realizing he must have seen you, your face heats up, eyes widening and trying to hold back the embarrassment rising in your throat
• Itto sends a silent, understanding smile, before kissing the base of your neck and nuzzling his nose into the warm skin
• “I love you, you know that right?”
• His words never fail to make your heart flutter, but you can’t help but wonder if your heartbeat speeding up is from the sentiment or the anxiety
• “Yeah,” you choke out with a stiff chuckle, “ you tell me everyday.”
• “That also means every part of you.” His voice is muffled with his face planted comfortably in your neck
• He looks back up into the mirror, the gentle, loving smile never having left his face
• “What do you mean?”
• “I mean,” he takes in a deep breath, standing up to his full height, pulling you closer against his chest. “it’s time for us to cuddle and for me to show you how much I love you’re pudge!”
• The words don’t seem to hit as well as he would have hoped, you tiny smile still holding an edge of resentment
• “Why do you like it?”
• “Like what?”
• “My fat. You’re always holding or squeezing it, doesn’t it gross you out?” You sneer at the reflection which seems to mocks you
• “Gross me out? Why would it do that?”
• “Well it’s just.. there. Wouldn’t you want to be with someone that’s more fit like you?”
• Now that genuinely confuses him
• Man is the embodiment of the meme where the woman’s confused with math equations around her head
• “What makes them any different from you?” His hands, still tightly wound around your waist, start subconsciously rubbing and kneading at your stomach. A comforting action he’d picked up fairly early on in your relationship
• “They’re skinny, I’m not. Wouldn’t you want someone prettier? Like with a flat stomach?”
• Your words hit him like a punch in the gut, but the tears starting to form in your eyes only make the feeling worse
• “But you’re gorgeous, I couldn’t dream of being with someone else.”
• Itto’s hands move to your shoulders, turning you away from the mirror to look at him
• His hands move to your cheeks, caressing the skin with a gentle thumb
• “Being skinny doesn’t make you beautiful and having extra fat doesn’t make you ugly.”
• His eyes flit back and forth between yours, holding back the urge to pull you into a kiss that very moment
• “I love you and every part of you. Your chub just makes you all the more better to love and cuddle with and kiss and hug and everything else!”
• He planted scattered kisses along forehead, cheeks, and nose. Muttering “I love you”s between each
• Describing and explaining things may not be his strongest suit but the sincerity of his words is enough to get the message across
• Again, his love language is physical affection, so showing how much he loves and adores you is the best way he knows how of assuring you
• “Thank you, I love you too, Itto”
• You’re still not feeling great, Itto can tell
• Your smile doesn’t reach your eyes and you have a tired and drowsy look in your eyes
• “So, about that cuddling part…”
• Itto looks at you hopefully, taking in the gentle smile which grows just a little bit wider at his suggestion
• “Okay,” you chuckle. “Come on, I could use a nap.”
• You take his hand to drag him over to the bed, now pulling a lovesick man who seems to be floating on cloud nine
• Crawling under the covers, you lay on your back, opening your arms to your boyfriend invitingly
• Itto’s eyes light up like a kid being given some fresh and sweet dango
• He cuddles up to your chest, placing tiny kisses along your stomach and chest, whispering sweet nothings after each
• Finally, he settles when you gently pull his head down to your chest, running your hands through his hair and humming a small tune
• Hearing your contented sigh, he watches as you slowly drift off to sleep, comforted by the warmth he was giving
• If he was standing he might have just fallen over
• He swears that whenever he’s with you, it feels like he’s died and gone to Celestia
• He’s not fully sure how to help but he’ll do whatever he can to make sure you know that you are cherished and loved. Chubbiness and all
SUMMARY: just the things they’re willing to do and they do when they’re courting you.
FEATURING: diluc, kaeya, childe and zhongli
WARNINGS: mentions of violence and death in childe’s part.
NOTE: i’m back everyone! *looks at my asks and schedule* maybe not… *goes into hiatus for a month*
DILUC
even though diluc is a very busy man, he doesn’t forget to give you your favourite flowers every morning—with a letter containing compliments and other things he wants to say.
free drinks at the tavern. he would give it to you in front of everyone with a soft smile just so that everyone will know that he adores you and you only.
giving you gifts. it’s either something that reminded him of you or something you eyed last week when he accompanied you because you wanted to buy groceries (he was about to pay for everything you bought but you stopped him and said that it’s fine but in the end, diluc won and paid for it.)
letters, again. if he has some free time, he would write you letters. sometimes, it contains poems but he thought it was cringe so he swore he won’t write you anything like that again—and now, his letters only contain how he misses you (if he’s in another nation doing business) and how he wants to see you…or just straight up praises.
he’s willing to do anything for you, no questions asked. he doesn’t care if it’s going to make him look stupid. he doesn’t care if he’s going to get hurt in the process. this man loves you so much that he doesn’t care about anything when it comes to you.
he’s a 10/10. i’m going to say yes immediately.
more characters under the cut!
KAEYA
when he told you how he feels about you, you thought he was only joking. you thought that it was just kaeya being kaeya—but he wasn’t. he was serious.
like diluc, he will give you flowers too! he’s willing to neglect his work as the cavalry captain just to annoy and flirt with you.
speaking of flirting, this man only flirts with you. he doesn’t flirt with any random people anymore—just you.
the literal definition of “cool on the outside, sweating on the inside”.
to you, he’s like a mysterious man—full of hidden secrets and mysteries but he’s willing to tell every single thing about him to you when the time comes.
this man’s love language is physical touch and quality time (same kaeya, same) so expect this man to be clingy. CLINGY. he’s literally attached to your hip when he has free time.
ah yes, trust. kaeya trusts you so much that for the first time (in like- forever) he took his eyepatch off in front of you as he smiled softly. his adoration for you written in his eyes.
and for the second time, kaeya felt the warmth of a home—and it’s you. his safe haven.
CHILDE
literally has his guard down when he’s with you, shows you his “true and real” emotions, laughs with you but very loudly, can’t stop wheezing every time you make a joke about something and you’re telling me that this man isn’t down bad for you?!?!
he spoils you so much. gifts, and other things? he got you covered bro. you don’t have to worry about mora when childe’s there. you just gotta chill and let him court you.
even if he’s doing his missions, his brain can’t stop thinking about you. you’re literally on his mind 24/7.
to quench his “y/n starved” self, he looks up and watches the stars. it reminds him of your eyes…shining and full of emotions, unlike his.
when he’s done with his missions, he will go straight back to you, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist as he whispers in your ear how much he missed you.
LMAO why is he acting like you guys have any label
like diluc, he’s willing to do anything for you. he already stained his hands—and it won’t hurt him if he stains it more. he will do unspeakable acts for you. he will quit the fatui if you want him too. mans obsessed…
ZHONGLI
he’s so old fashioned when it comes to courting but i love him for that and i know you do to :((
he treats you very gently. he respects your boundaries and privacy too (not in a yandere way but this guy sometimes follows you for fun and to know more about you)
acts of service and gift giving is his love language. he will give you trinkets that remind him of you or he made by himself. he will also accompany you if you like! it doesn’t matter where you want to go—he will follow you.
compliments and praises EVERY SINGLE DAY. this man won’t get tired and he never runs out of things to say too! sometimes, he will brag about your achievements in front of childe and hutao! he can’t even control how his lips form into a smile when he talks about you!
he’s willing to do anything for you (3) and he’s also willing to spend his everyday life with you—since mortals only have a little time to live.
he literally keeps everything he does with you in his mind—his favourite moments, the times he made you flustered, and the times he kissed your knuckles goodbye.
SUMMARY: random sagau brainrots i’ve had in my mind while i was on hiatus in one post!
FEATURING: various × gn!reader
WARNINGS: this contains yandere behaviours, gore, violence, self aware characters, reader being worshipped, worshipping and many more so please proceed with caution.
everything in here (except the one with links in it) is a work in progress. i’ll try to write and post the other parts when i’m not busy.
all of my sagau works will be linked here. so if you want to get tagged, send in an ask! i plan to make another taglist for this series and more characters are going to get added in the future!
every asks, posts and other things related to this series will be tagged as raidengaile; wonders of another world!
SUMMARY: being in a secret relationship with him has its ups and downs. but as you reassure each other secretly, everything is going to be okay.
WARNINGS: none, all fluff
NOTE: i love diluc so much guys- i can’t do this anymore✋ anyways, have a small hcs about him
secretglances. it’s either him, you or both the two of you giving each other knowing glances with little smiles here and there.
a sprinkle of favouritism. it’s rare for the winery owner to give free drinks to someone when he doesn’t even give one to his brother. it was suspicious but hey—maybe the winery owner is just thanking you! for uhh…something! hehe…
lingering touches. “is it just me or master diluc is rather very touchy with Y/N?” venti whispered, loud enough for rosaria and kaeya to hear. “maybe you’re just drunk, venti. he still has the same facial expressions.” rosaria took another sip on her drink. clearly not paying attention. kaeya chuckled as he secretly glanced at you and his brother—connecting some dots bit by bit. “hey guys, wanna have a bet?” he smirked as the two listened to his bet and conditions.
the type to sneak into your house/room after his dark knight stuff. but of course, he will ask for your permission first by sending his pet eagle to your location with a letter wrapped in its feet (consent king <3). if you agree, he will do his best to finish his duties faster—just so that he could cuddle with you and sleep the night away.
speaking of letters, his pet eagle is the official letter sender! his eagle loves you and diluc couldn’t disagree because he loves you more! he’s a bit jealous though because your eagle gets to see you more often.
every time he’s away for business trips, he wouldn’t forget to buy and give you gifts that remind him of you! one time, he bought both of you matching necklaces! it has a very tiny heart pendant!
overall, he’s a 100/10. a perfect boyfriend and a husband material. oh! and don’t even worry about when you guys are going to tell everyone about your relationship because a certain cavalry captain, bard and a nun will accidentally reveal it very LOUD and even talk about how their so-called master diluc is down bad for you.
SUMMARY: you punched his main target’s child, how would he react?
FEATURING: diluc, kaeya, childe, zhongli and ayato
WARNINGS: mentions of reader punching someone and cursing
NOTE: spy x family au woooooo!!!! :D i’m sorry if anything in these didn’t make any sense i was writing this at 11:50 pm :( this is just for fun though :D
DILUC
he was definitely crying inside. this man literally thought that he warned you enough and that nothing would go wrong—but you still punched his target’s child instead of just holding it back? he knows that you’re probably so done with the kid that you can’t help but punch him but STILL!- he just sighed very loudly and forced himself to smile at you. “how was school today?” if you answered him honestly, he would just forget about it and just ignore the first red flag of his mission and he would ask you to apologise to him—because it’s wrong and it’s not elegant but if you chose to lie to him, he would just nod and smile and think about getting a new kid (it’s a joke he won’t).
KAEYA
he was pretending to be a janitor and he heard how his target’s son bullied you (don’t worry the kid didn’t bully you, kaeya was just too worried that he called it bullying and besides, the kid has a crush on you so there’s no way he’s going to bully you). kaeya was internally cheering on you and wishing for your patience and sanity to be longer—but your patience was so thin that your sanity just went “bye!” and BOOM! you punched the kid and he went FLYING across the hallway /hj he was so shocked that he just went home and thought about his life choices. hours passed and when you knocked in the door, he opened it with a smile. if you weren’t a mind reader, you would think that he’s smiling at you genuinely. but if you read his mind—he’s screaming and panicking. i just know that this man is a perfectionist /j and seeing this MAJOR RED FLAG (you and what you did) makes him wanna pass out but he still greeted you happily.
CHILDE
i bet he was the one who taught you how to punch someone HARD in the face. it was supposed to be used in emergencies but THAT GUY deserves to be in the emergency room after all those things he did to you. when you come home, like diluc—he’s going to ask you “how was school?” and he won’t be mad at you, in fact, he’s very proud that he taught you that (you delivered a very good punch) and will be celebrating it with you! he’ll buy you whatever you want and spoil you! (fuck the mission- he’ll let this slide because you’re just too cute and his efforts paid off!). but you’ll have to practise apologising after that.
ZHONGLI
the calm one. like others, he would ask you how your school was. he doesn’t care if you lie to him or not because he was literally disguising himself as your history teacher and of course, you know that and you forced yourself to do good in “his class”. and i bet this man would be there to stop you before you could get to punch the kid. (but if you did punch the kid, he won’t do anything about it and just sigh). expect to be scolded though. apparently, you didn’t do very well at history and he also saw your test papers. (he’s also the type to make you apologise to the kid because of his mission and he also doesn’t want you to get tonitrus striked).
AYATO
smiling through the pain. he’s definitely a perfectionist and seeing a part of his plan fail (basically you befriending his target’s kid) makes him want to go and execute the plan alone. but that won’t happen because he can’t disguise himself as a kid (and he got TOO attached to you) so he’ll just report this to the headquarters and mark it as a minor problem (he trusts you) and like zhongli, he’ll ask you to apologise to the kid (don’t worry he’s not mad! just ignore everything he’s saying in his mind and watch your favourite spy cartoon on the tv)
plot: the way they ask for affection when they’re not feeling their best
contains: tartaglia, diluc, kaeya
warnings: it gets a little angsty in childe’s and diluc’s, but nothing too serious. diluc being grumpy but are we surprised
authors note: for the one anon who wanted fluff as an apology, here u go!!
tartaglia
i guess i just need to be close to someone for a bit
listen i know he’s listed as one of the clingiest and cringiest of genshin boys, but i personally think he’s so used to being on his own, that he slowly forgets how easy it actually was for him to ask for these kind of things as a kid
because for sure he was a momma’s boy who never had a hard time saying “hug me” or “sing me something” or “read me a story”, he was, and still is, a communicative person.
but the sheer transition from the warmth of his home to the coldness of military training at a young age toughened him up enough to forget those little instincts a bit
you’re both sitting in his office, focused on some work, he’s doing his papers with the most bored expression ever, obviously office duties are not his favorites at all.
you were lost in some book for a good couple of hours, before finally deciding to get up and stretch your muscles a bit. without a word, not to disturb childe, who you know has a hard time focusing when it comes to documents and all those little “fine prints”, you go towards the door, intending to leave.
“where’re ya going?” he mumbles, not lifting his eyes up.
“oh, to take a walk, i think” you answer quickly, before pressing on the doorknob. he does look at you, expression suggesting he has something to say, but ultimately he doesn’t, only nodding, as you leave.
before you can reach the front door of the northland bank though, quick footsteps follow you down the stairs.
“actually” you hear behind you, and turn around to see the most trouble look you’ve ever seen on his face “if it’s not any trouble, can you wait for me to finish, and we’ll go together?” he pleads.
you don’t see why not, but why was he so hesitant about it?
“of course”
you go back upstairs, and he assures you it’s not gonna take any longer than fifteen minutes.
“sorry, it’s just a bit… ah, you know what, nevermind” a smile falls onto his lips, and he waves off whatever comment he had.
well, someone’s acting weird.
“tell me” you say, getting comfortable on the couch “you look stressed, what’s up?” when he still doesn’t answer, you walk over to him, hands traveling up to gently fiddle with his fluffy hair.
“it’s a bit easier for me to focus when you’re around” he admits, not looking at you. “in a foreign country, hundreds of kilometers away from my own people, and on hard terms with the ones i love the most, the loneliest i feel is in this office, when there’s no stimulation to keep my brain busy. you being here just puts my mind at ease, however dumb that sounds” he laughs off his own problems, a common response he has.
you can’t help but smile at how difficult that was for him to admit.
“i guess i just need to be close to someone for a bit” he whispers, half hoping you won’t hear, but you do.
“okay” you say softly “that’s completely okay, but, just feel free to tell me”
he nods.
“i’m just being dramatic” he chuckles again, already not liking the vulnerability in what he says. “there are not even that many things to be missed in snezhnaya, especially not the people”
you smile.
“regardless. it’s normal to feel lonely and sad, even if technically there’re people around you. actually, it’s normal to feel in general, you know?” you wink at him knowingly, referring to how he tends to mask whatever is going on in his head all the time.
when he doesn’t answer, you lean forward to press a short kiss to his forehead. “chop chop, pretty boy, let’s go for that walk, you could use one”
diluc
i don’t want to be alone
we all know this one sucks at opening up to anybody
he considers anything he feels a sign of weakness, and wants to surpass it as fast as he can
his inner fight with his emotions is visible to others, no matter how hard he tries to hide it, noticeable by how he’s quieter, less focused, and more likely to snap out of the blue
which is exactly what is about to happen, when you’re helping him close up angel’s share, hating the silence between the two of you.
diluc is usually closed off, but that doesn’t mean he won’t hold conversation with you when you two are alone, in fact, those are the times he looks forward to in a day. he hopes to see you pop into the alcohol-smelling room and brighten it up with the way you smile at him, talking about your day, asking about his.
this time, however, he doesn’t answer at all, focused on the way loneliness is eating him up inside, with the feeling of helplessness at not being able to tell anybody what’s going on, even though the right person to listen is within arm reach from him.
“are you even listening?” you whine, hands theatrically falling onto the bar, a faux frown on your face. “diluc!” you say louder, to snap him out of his train of thought.
“fucking archons, what?” he finally snaps, the towel on his shoulder falling. “what’s so important?”
you’re taken aback a bit by his mean remark, not knowing what to answer.
“are you listening?” you repeat, quieter, and he replies instantly.
“no, i’m working, if that’s not obvious already” the sarcasm in his voice apparent as ever.
“well, i did offer to help” you continue “you just didn’t answer” your hand reaches for the cleaning product he has standing on the bar, but his hand takes it away.
“no, you’ll interrupt”
that did hurt you a bit, and you decide to get your stuff and leave him for a bit, to cool off and come to terms with himself. but as you’re about to get up and walk over to the door, a mumble reaches your ears.
“please don’t go” he says a lot softer than he did before. “i don’t want to be alone”
the quiet desperation in his voice hits you, and you stop in your tracks.
“but you don’t want to talk?”
“no.” he shakes his head instantly. “not yet” he adds after a while.
“mhm, fine” you answer, settling back into your spot. “come sit, though, i’m sure you’ve been on your feet enough today.”
he hesitantly comes over to sit on the other side of the bar, your hand instantly covering his, thumb moving in soothing motions.
“you know all you had to do was just ask, right?”
he nods.
“sorry.”
kaeya
can you sing me something?
now this one, he might seem more open, but he just has a mental limit of how far he can go without entering the level of vulnerability he’s scared of
he’s an upbeat person on the outside, but even he, the mighty calvary captain, has his worse days.
he’s used to being told he’s annoying, even taking pride in how many times he can make diluc say that in one day. but after a particularly nasty fight between him and bartender, rosaria being there and taking the redhead’s side, he decides not to spend his evening at angel’s share
it comes off as a surprise for you, to see kaeya at home by the time you get there, so you don’t even take off your shoes before walking over to the couch he was laying on, an arm over his eyes to cover them from the light.
“are you drunk?” you giggle, your voice startling him awake from the half-sleep he was so obviously in.
“no” he simply answers, standing up slowly, and gently grabbing your waist before placing a soft kiss on your cheek. “you hungry?” he asks, walking over to the kitchen.
“a bit, yeah” you nod, slightly surprised by his behavior. “how was your day?”
“normal” he shoots back, swiftly moving around the kitchen to warm up some dinner for you. silence falls on the two of you after that. you don’t know what to start with, he’s not in the usual mood for talking. “here you go” he says after a while, placing a plate for you on the table, sitting on the other side.
not even your usual ‘voilà’? you think to yourself, thanking him before sitting down. throughout your meal, you study his face. he barely says anything, eyes set on the surface of the table, not lifting once, even his usually busy fingers staying still.
“alright, mister” you finally speak up, voice firm and determined. “come on.” you get up, stretching to take his hand into yours, guiding him to follow your lead to the couch, where you sit, inviting him to do the same, and when he does you pull his shirt, making him fall directly onto your lap. he shoots you a confused look, and you explain “you didn’t even say anything like your usual ‘oho, well thank you, but may i ask to what do i owe the pleasure?’” you mimic kaeya’s voice terribly enough to make him smile a little. “so we’re gonna sit here until you tell me what’s wrong”
he studies your expression for a long while, not believing how did he ever get this lucky, and how could he ever forget that no matter how annoying did he think he was, he would never be that to you.
he takes a big inhale before explaining, shortly and not in detail. you nod along the way, and think what to say for a bit after he finishes.
“well, the past is the past. there’s nothing we can do with what happened, but we can change the way we’re dealing with it, and the way we act in the future.” you state, and with the clarity of your voice, his composure is coming back to him. “it’s late, we’re both tired, let’s not go over this in detail, okay? for now, tell me what i can do to make you feel better”
he finds himself dumbfounded at your question. he doesn’t remember the last time he has been asked that the last time, and has no idea how to answer you. you see his gaze flickering from place to place, as if the answer is gonna show up on the ceiling, but ultimately, he replies quietly:
“can you, maybe, sing me something?” the hesitation in his voice is disarming, and you can’t help but smile at how cute that sounded, flattered by the realization that your voice must be soothing to him. he clears his throat. “since we both know, your voice is way outta this world?” he adds a lot more confidently, and you let out a chuckle.
“seems as though you’re already feeling better.”
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ever since he was 12, it’s all just very unpleasant dreams waiting for him anytime he closes his eyes, and since he joined the fatui he’s also trained to stay on kind of a stand-by mode in case anything happened
so he wakes up in a split second the moment he feels you tug on his shirt a little stronger than normally
it takes him a second to gain consciousness back, and as he does, the first thing he does (as always) is look over at you
there’re tears flowing down even though your eyes are tightly closed, and every now and then you shake a bit
he sort of just examines the situation until a string of muffled “no’s” comes out of your mouth, then he fully realizes you’re simply having a bad dream
“hey” he simply whispers, pulling himself up to rest his back against the headrest, wiping your cheeks softly. what’s going on in your head, he wonders, but he always does. he wishes he could know what you think, what you fear, and what you like. he dreams he could say he knows you more than you really know yourself.
it often makes him doubt - do you really like him? do you feel safe around him? don’t you secretly hate him? hate, he could take, but fear? he doesn’t really believe any god, his tsaritsa included, could ever help him, but he still prays that’s not the case.
his sleepy worries are quickly wiped away after another muffled cry, your weak voice begging someone to “not leave you” so incoherently he barely recognized the words.
“alright” he whispers with a soft smile “wakey wakey, come on” his hand patting your cheek a few times, then slightly shaking your shoulder, and after a few tries, you wake up with a gasp.
you shoot up, and for a second don’t recognize your surroundings. it all felt too real, and now you’re in a safe environment of your own room, wrapped in bedsheets, all of your fears resulting in being just simply fiction.
it’s when your searching eyes find tartaglia’s that you finally realized it’s all behind you, exhaling with relief, arms wandering to hug him as fast as possible, his steady heartbeat immediately calming yours, hand traveling through your hair in a calming manner.
“you’re still here” you mumble, visibly surprised, and he can’t help but laugh slightly.
“wasn’t i supposed to? you keep yelling at me if i come back home after you go to bed” you hit his shoulder, frustrated with the teasing. “bad dream?”
you nod.
“want to talk about it?” he asks further, but you shake your head no, and in response to that, he stays silent. supporting his chin on the top of your head, his hand trails lower to your back, drawing soothing circles.
the night continues, as he stares out the window into the sky, calmed by feeling the waves your breath settling, you grounded by the idea of him by your side, and finally, when you’re absolutely sure your voice won’t crack as you speak, you ask; checking if he’s still awake:
“ajax?”
“yes?” he replies instantly, not moving an inch.
“you won’t… you won’t leave, right?”
then you feel his breathing hitch in his lungs, head shifting, hands lifting up your chin.
“what on earth are you talking about?” there’s something about his voice that confuses you. his gentle manner of speaking to you doesn’t change, but you surely feel a sudden cold and seriousness in his words. “nothing will ever make me leave you, love, i told you that countless times”
he seems rritated at the fact that you do not understand such a simple issue, how much he loves you.
“that’s not what i meant” you whisper. it takes him a second to realize.
“oh” is all that comes out, as his hand stops in its tracks.
the next few seconds feel like forever. it feels as if you’re about to fall back down into the endless circle of your nightmare.
“i have a habit of not breaking a promise once i had made it” he starts to explain “so i’m not gonna swear to never leave. that would make me a potential liar. however” he takes a breath, and leans in to kiss the top of your head affectionately. “however i can promise you, that i will become the strongest, the best, and unbeaten, so that nobody, nobody can ever take me away from you.”
it’s not the best thing he could’ve said, you think.
“aren’t you doing that already?”
“well, if i had to decide myself, my life isn’t the most important thing in the world. but if by protecting myself, i’m protecting you as well, then not a single hair strand shall fall from my head. does that satisfy you, dear?”
you looked into those big blue eyes that you saw lifeless not an hour ago in your imagination. a glimpse of determination that you fell for, forever present in the blue hue appeared more apparent and stronger.
your fighter. nobody shall ever beat yourfighter.
“yeah”
albedo
your head has been resting in the ash blonde’s lap for an hour now, as he continues sketching
the picture on his paper starts to look more and more like the owl sitting on a tree branch outside the window, and although this isn’t the most comfortable position for drawing, albedo happily adjusts to the situation
every now and then hair falls on your face, and every now and then his thin fingers remove it from your eyes, so that not even a single impact ruins your sleep
he’s at the point of touching the coal to the page in order to add shading, when a violent turn of your head throws it out of his grip
he looks at you, expecting to find you awake and with a shiteating grin on your face, but instead sees a grimace of pain and disturbance
he doesn’t want to wake you at all, but knows immediately that your dream isn’t one of the pleasant ones. he quickly puts his work away.
He’s been sitting on a couch, and either way he thought of changing places for you to not get neck pain from sleeping like this, so he planned to get up rather soon anyway.
“alright, let’s go” he mumbles, scooping your body in his arms, careful not to wake you. he enjoys the weight against his arms and chest as he carries you, he likes the feeling of being needed. as much as he’d hate to admit, he likes to save you from danger, even if the danger is imaginary and low profile.
he enjoys being the savior.
albedo repulses that thought out of his mind as he reaches the bedroom door, having no free hands to open it and hence pushing it open with his foot.
he settles you onto the bed and tightly wraps a blanket around you, finishing the work with planting a small peck on your temple, sitting down on the other side of the bed. he decides to grab a book, a fiction one, and one he particularly enjoys, and founds himself dwelling deep in the story seconds after starting to read.
he’s thrown out of his thoughts rather quickly, when you get out of the blanket cocoon and instinctively find his resting arm, wrapping yours around it. you stir and try to nestle, but seem very uncomfortable. he let’s you do whatever you please, finger grazing your forearm slightly, a thoughtless motion he’s not aware of.
he continues to read, but every time you as much as mumble something, he stops and comforts yoj through your sleep.
“shh, it’s just a dream” he says “you’re gonna be okay. just fine”
when you don’t move for too long though, he also checks, sometimes even leaning in to kiss your forehead again. when you calm down, he takes it as his personal victory, but stays perfectly still, as he thinks it’s thanks to the position you found, legs tangled around his, hands holding onto his warm arm. it brings him pride, that you found peace with his help, and his help only.
and if in the morning you tell him you had a nightmare that suddenly stopped being so drastic and horrifying, he will only nod, say “interesting” and add it to his notebook…
diluc
now this, this is a true gentleman
he does not sleep until you sleep, end of story. he lets you find a comfortable position, he lays still, he talks with you until you’re tired, he even makes tea late at night if you don’t feel like sleeping.
but, that all is conditioned by whether he’s there for bedtime to begin with
diluc is a busy man, and as much as you try to wait for him, sometimes he takes too long in coming home, and your eyes become too heavy to be kept open
that’s the mystical reason for why he kicks out customers past closing time so diligently, hurrying to close up, but no one shall ever know, he just wants to catch that one last “love you, goodnight” from his beloved.
there’s a heavy storm raging that night, and not only does it limit his vision even further, it chills him to the bone, making home and a warm bed all the more pleasing
he finally does close the mansion’s door behind him, leaving his coat to dry, de-tangling his hair, and heading upstairs to get ready for sleep
“diluc?” he hears as soon as he enters the floor. the voice sounds weak and distressed, so instead of heading to undress, he pushes the bedroom door open.
“i’m home” he announces calmly, though happily, not deciding to enter the room further, instead choosing to lean on the doorframe.
a sight revealed to his eyes is barely even visible, lit only by the moonlight from outside the window. in a huge, way too huge for just one person, bed, there’s a figure sitting, hair disheveled, hands scratching eyes, night gown creased after laying in bed for some hours now.
„i-is it really you?” you ask, more determined, and his eyebrow can’t help but raise in question. what?
“well, it appears so, doesn’t it?” he starts to say carefully, walking towards you to see the reason of such trivial questions for himself, only to be greeted by arms suddenly wrapping around his neck. it does seem a little bit strange, considering neither of you are the right people to greet each other with that much emotion, but he does relish the warmth of your body on his skin, cold from the rain.
“you’re really here, you’re real” you repeat over and over, more to yourself than to him, and it alerts his worries more and more.
“love” he says, gently unwrapping your arms from around him, grabbing you by the shoulders, crouching just a little bit to look directly in your eyes. “what’s wrong?” he asks calmly, and you feel a wave of redness coming to your cheeks. his eyes locked on yours, the proximity of his face, you realized how impulsively you acted, and over a dream, at that.
“i— don’t worry, i’m just tired and talking nonsense” you whisper apologetically, trying your best to contain yourself, and intend to go back to bed, only to feel the grip of unusually cold fingers tighten on your shoulder.
“you seem distressed, you can tell me what’s wrong” he insists, even trying to break a little smile to encourage you, worrying he seemed too harsh and uncaring at first.
you analyze your situation for a couple of seconds, before giving in and admitting.
“i just had a nightmare” you mumble like an angry kid. “that’s all”
you expect it being brushed away, diluc is a practical man who doesn’t concern himself with something as trivial as dreams, after all, but yet here you feel his hand move from your shoulder onto your fingers, lacing them with his, and guiding you somewhere down the stairs before you even know it.
“where’re we—“
“ i “ he accents “am going to make you something nice to drink, and you” he does it again “will tell me all about that dream you had”
you can’t help but smile when you reach the kitchen, and he pats the counter two times, as if to show you a place to sit, while getting started on boiling the water.
you start talking, voice cracking a little bit when you get to the drastic part, a shadow of fear crawling up your back once more.
“hey” he says, grabbing your hand and caressing its top with his thumb. “no matter how alone you feel, we’ll always be here to protect you. we’ll always have your back.” he got closer, and kissed your cheek briefly before continuing “especially me.”
you smiled as your chest swelled with affection.
“sure, Batman” you answered jokingly, and he rolled his eyes in annoyance, secretly glad your good mood is coming back.
so. childe. how on earth did you end up dating the most idiotic, most playful, but surprisingly level-headed boy in your class? sure, he isn’t as bad as some of the others like scaramouche or dottore, but to say he’s well-behaved would be a total lie. yet somehow, you, the ‘golden student’ of your class, gravitate towards him and his weird sense of humour. you don’t know what it is about him that attracts you, but over a few years, the two of you become best friends.
perhaps best friends is a bit of an understatement. best friends who flirt all the time, or best friends with half-benefits of being wingmen for each other, would be a better description. it’s funny, really, how you had to listen to him gushing over signora when he was obsessed with her, and he had to listen to you going crazy over diluc when you had a crush on him, but after all that you both fell for one another. (fun fact; the irl versions of signora & diluc became a couple later LMAO)
although when you think about it, it’s impossible not to fall for him. seeing his smile practically lights up your world, and he always manages to make you laugh, and the two of you have so many pictures together where you’re going :D and he’s just -_- to annoy you by not posing properly. you just never expected him to possibly reciprocate your feelings.
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you’ve just got off a call with kokomi and yoimiya where you talked about your feelings for childe, and both of them encourage you to confess. unfortunately, you decline, saying you’d rather not ruin your friendship, but when you see his status as online, a stupid impulse washes over you. maybe it’s the fact that it’s 2am, or the fact that you’re willing to throw caution to the wind at this point, you’ll just play it off as a joke if anything goes south, but whatever the reason, you end up texting childe and asking 'hypothetically speaking, if i asked you out, what would ur reply be?’
yeah. basically you’re a coward AND a dumbass who can never ask things straight. archons, this is stupid. but then he replies almost immediately, 'yoo??? hypothetically i’d say yes’ and you’re like ?!?!?!? and then he goes 'hypothetically, if I asked you out, what would you say’ and you reply 'i’d say yes too’ and both of you are just kinda !??!?! then childe, who has such a way with words (/s), says 'wait can i ask you now’ and you’re like 'WHAT’ and he goes 'can i ask you out now or is it like a bad time idk how to do this’ and finally after a lot of flustered-ness from both sides he eventually goes 'y/n, would you like to go out with me?’ and obviously you reply 'yeah childe i would’.
anyways, then childe is like 'can’t believe i finally got myself a cute s/o’ and you’re like 'well i finally got myself a cute bf’ and both of you are just kinda rambling to each other about how cool is this, and although you’re not entirely certain you’re pretty sure that both you and childe are equally flustered but also having so much fun.
the thing is, childe manages to say the cutest things ever while seeming so genuine that it really makes you want to spontaneously combust or fly to the moon or just hug him. like that same night he’s like “wait i can finally call you cute… oh ur so fucking cute” and then goes on to explain in length all the reasons you are. and you just ?!?! then you say that you can barely form a coherent reply because you’re so happy and he’s just like 'that’s right i always leave you speechless’ please slap him. he deserves it!!!!!!!!!!
yk that thing in relationships where they ask stupid questions like 'if i was a bug would u still date me?’ yeah childe does that except he says 'if i was a ghost would you still date me’, and when you reply 'yeah sure’ he goes 'okay good because if you said no i would haunt you’.
also literally every single time you flirt with childe he’ll tease you by saying 'stop flirting i’m taken, i have an s/o’ and you’ll be like 'what a coincidence, i have a boyfriend but he’s an idiot.’ and he gets so offended,,, but then you say 'he’s my idiot though’ and he switches up real quick LMFAOOO
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as for your friends’ reactions to hearing that the two of you are a couple now when you get back to physical school, honestly nobody’s surprised. you and childe are the couple that everyone knew was going to happen, even the teachers, and it was just a question of sooner or later.
being in school together is a million times more fun though! you get to spend so much more time with him, and although you’ve been friends for years and dating hasn’t changed much between you both, it’s still more fun to hang out now that it’s a definite fact that he likes you too.
one time you’re in the library studying, and childe stands behind you with his hands on the back of your chair and bends over to ask, “hey, how are you?” you lean back to look up at him and grin, “good now that i get to see you.” and he just smiles although his face is turning redder by the second, “you’re so cute.” now it’s your turn to be embarrassed!
also you talk to him all the time in class because you sit behind him, and you just kick his chair whenever you want to get his attention. he leans back and catches your hands with his (they easily dwarf yours and he later tells you that your hands are adorable) and you make fun of him, “are you trying to hold my hands? simp.” “yeah, i am!” is his immediate reply, though he can’t meet your eyes after that and you end up getting more flustered.
childe brings food for you too. it’s just one of the little ways he shows you affection, remembering your favourite and bringing an extra in his lunchbox just for you, it’s genuinely so sweet. you always scold him and say that you need to repay him for all this, but he just laughs it off and tells you not to worry, after all, “you being my s/o kinda means i get to shower you in gifts. does that mean you’re my sugar baby though?”
his entire family knows about you too! teucer especially likes you, and randomly gifts you cans of fizzy drinks from the vending machine, which you accept wholeheartedly with a lot of gratitude. you and teucer also bond over your shared love of the game genshin impact, and childe complains that teucer gets heart eyes whenever he talks to you about all the characters he has and that childe is really getting jealous. you reassure him that he’s still your favourite no matter what, and that satisfies him.
you and childe have a private discord server just for the two of you, with multiple voice and text channels although you don’t even really need them. one of the voice channels is named 'childe bullying’ and that’s the one you’ve spent the most time in, talking for hours and hours about the stupidest things yet when you’re together they become the most interesting stories in the world. you also use the truth or dare bot and have a ton of fun forcing each other to answer the weirdest truth questions.
also, childe is a closeted romcom enjoyer, and you swear he’s watched even more than you! he finishes them all so fast too and gives really good recommendations. it is slightly embarrassing though when he tells you to watch 'love chuunibyou and other delusions’ and you haven’t started it but he’s already finished watching 'the pet girl of sakurasou’ which you recommended last week. he also reads 'spy x family’! and it’s so awesome for you to finally have someone to scream about it with, it makes you so happy that he likes it and you’re even happier that he actually takes your recommendations into consideration.
for your birthday, childe gets you a necklace. it’s stunning, though honestly if it was from him you’d have accepted a rock. but the fact is, he put so much thought and effort into this gift, shopping at jewelry stores for almost three months and messaging all your friends to confirm what they think you’d like, and eventually buying it and wrapping it and giving it to you. just to tease him, you ask childe to help you put it on, and although he nearly explodes while doing it he finally succeeds at fixing the clasp and promises it suits you perfectly.
and every time the two of you talk and laugh together, you’re certain that you love childe, and that he loves you, and for the moment, that is the most wonderful feeling ever.
a/n ; he also texts u stupid stuff that is somehow cute such as 'can we play val together (romantically)?’ ahhh :(
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Brushes your hair for you. He won’t pressure you to take a shower, but he’s worried that any knots or mats will be uncomfortable so he does his best to brush your hair for you
Holds your hair gently but firmly to ensure he doesn’t tug on your scalp
Always ready with whatever you need. Medicine, tissues, and water are always within reach of your bedside, and Zhongli will gladly fetch you a snack or a stuffie or a cat if you so request
When you ask him to buy something for you, please be sure, if nothing else, to specify around how much $$ to spend for the item, or he will have no baseline to guide him and buy whatever he thinks is best for you, but not necessarily for your wallet.
Doesn’t mind staying up with you or waking up at odd hours to accompany you and your thoughts. Adepts don’t need technically need sleep, and he was only sleeping to match your lifestyle anyways. And there is nothing Zhongli would love more than to spend more hours with you.
Whispers quiet encouragements to you. “You’re doing so well, princess. I’m so proud of you. How lucky I am to be able to walk this world with you by my side.”
Reads you poems and stories to distract you from your thoughts. You don’t have to comment or anything after all this man loves listening to himself talk lol OSMANTHUS WINE-
Zhongli’s voice is low and soothing, almost reminiscent of the quiet rumbling of a content cat. It’s easy to give into the lull of sleep when he’s reciting an old story from his pre-Archon days
Always pulls the blankets over you and gives you a kiss on the cheek when he sees that you’ve fallen asleep <3
“We’ll get through this together, darling, I promise.”
Summary:Just a simple headcannon about him being a parent with you
Fandom:Genshin Impact
Character:Childe (your daughter’s name is Stella :3)
Genre:fluff + modern AU!
f reader!
Warnings: self indulgent, slight angst
(A/N: i’m back~! i’ve been facing with writers block for a past couple of weeks and I’m sorryy.. I made this on my finals, please don’t let this flop.. TwT.. I hope you all enjoyed it! request are opened :D)
(hearing the song while reading this will improve the experience)
Mornings
“Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning. Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile”
Every morning, Childe would wake up your daughter while you prepare the breakfast
“Darling.. wake up.. it’s time for school..” he coos ever so softly
Once Stella woke up, he help him get ready, do her hair, and wear her uniform :3
Stella then run to the kitchen where you are, “Mommy~” she hugs your leg
“Oh? good morning, dear.. breakfast is almost ready~” you said to her and she sat on the table
Childe watched her, she reminds him so much of you
How she smiles, how giggly she is and how bright she is.. it reminds him of you
“Daddy, come eat together-!” she called, he then snapped back to reality and join the two of you
He watched the both of you eat and hear your conversations with her..
It warms his heart so much, he feels so happy to be with both of his very loved ones
He and Stella then walk to the front yard with you waiting at the door
She then went inside the bus, “Have a good day, sweetie~” he waved at her as the bus slowly moves away from the house
Yet he still can see her smile and say, “bye bye mommy and daddy~”
“hmm, I’ll be waiting..”
Thoughts
“The feeling that I’m losing her forever. And without really entering her world”
When he’s alone, his thoughts takes over him
Time is cruel for everyone and he is no exception
To see Stella grow and change by time, he sometimes can’t handled it..
His little girl is now growing up..
When he thought he know her well, she changed little by little..
Childe sometimes felt upset about it
He just wanted to understand his daughter well but he can’t, because the world keeps moving
Talking and hearing her stories did soothe him
Laughing with her is simply a joy for him
Since he got married to you and Stella was born to the world, he’s really happy.. nothing can’t pay the feeling of being with you and her
But the thought that time stops for no one did make Childe feel upset
“If only time could stop or slow down.. it would be great.. I just wanted to know her.. cherish everything with her.. I don’t want her to grow up yet..”
Day offs and vacations
“Slipping through my fingers all the time, I try to capture every minute, the feeling in it”
When he got a day or week off from work, he’ll immediately wanted to spend time with the both of you
Even though he’s busy with his works, he usually plans vacations and which place that all of you can have fun and have a great time
Like today for summer :D
“Hey my two angles~ we’re heading to the beach~” he announced, Stella jumped in excitement and hugged him, “Yeayy-! we finally have fun togetherr~” Childe giggles and pick her up, kissing her face
You then walk to the both of them and kiss them, “haha~ can’t wait, I’ll prepare the things for us” you smiled
The next day, you all arrived at the beach
You and Childe put all of your things down while Stella waits for both of you
“C'mon~! I can’t wait to swimm~” she cheered, both of you giggled and you put the float on her and some suncreen
She then run to the water and Childe runs with her
You giggled and grab the camera, snapping pictures of them
Some of them smiling to the camera with Stella giggling and some are them splashing at each other
Smiling seeing the pictures, you then put the camera down
Childe on the other hand, his heart swells with love, all of you are laughing and having fun
You then rent a kite and played with her while snapped a picture of the two of you
Before going home, all of you take a cute family photo :3, it was sunset and both of you wanted to cherish it
Tired, all of you finish taking a shower, taking turns
After a fun day, you all will nestled in one bed, cuddling each other
You and Stella both fell asleep after awhile, Childe? He’s just happy, kissing both of you a good night kiss
“I love you both so much, can’t wait for another vacations and spending time with you two..”
Stella’s Birthday
“Each time I think I’m close to knowing, She keeps on growing”
He’ll no doubt will take a day off just to celebrate her birthday
It depends on Stella whether she wants to throw a party and invite her friends or just have fun with her beloved parents :3
On morning, Childe cooked her favorite breakfast and serve it on bed, both of you can’t forget the morning kiss for Stella, “Happy Birthday~!”
After she went to school, both of you went shopping
Buying her favorite chocolate cake, new clothes, toys and such
Childe even pick her up from school together with you
“Mommy, daddy-!” her high pitched voice and little figure runs to you
Both of you greet her and take her home as she waved her hand to her friends
Arriving at the house, she run inside and saw the cakes, presents and some decorations
“Uwohh-! both of you did this??” she smiled excitedly and both of you nod
Changing both of your clothes and her into a mini dress, you then take the cake out and light up the candles
“Make a wish, dear~” Childe told her and Stella close her eyes for a moment
She then blows it and both of you clapped then take a picture together like usual :)
After eating some of the cake and Stella finish opening her presents, you and Childe bring her to her favorite park
All of you just enjoy the day to just talk, have fun and walk together :3
“You grow up so fast darling, I wish you are a happy person as you grow up and keep loving us..”
Young Adult
“Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture, And save it from the funny tricks of time”
You and Childe have raised her with great education and with so much loving-care for Stella
She’s now a young adult (around 18), which means now it’s time for her to face the outside world
Childe assigned her to University in Fontaine, which was her dream collage
She’s been studying hard to get in and have both of your out most support for her
And guessed what? SHE GOT ACCEPTED, isn’t that great~!
Both of you are really proud of her and celebrate a little with a dinner :D
Since she’s a teen, sometimes she’ll spend time with her friends, with that means sometimes she’ll come a home a bit late sometimes (but not until 12 or 4 in the morning)
She’ll be home at the latest around 8 o'clock
Although she’s out, she’ll never forget about the two of you at home :3, such a sweet girl
Stella looks a bit more like Childe but her eyes and hair color are yours
“Haha, you really did portrayed the both of us, dear”, Childe giggles and she smiled shyly, “well.. I’m mom and dad’s daughter after all”, she responded with a really soft smile
It makes both of your heart swell so much..
Now, the time has come for her to attend collage and went to Fontaine
You helped her pack what she needs and Childe already book a flight and taxi when she arrived there
Both of you accompany her to the airport and bid farewell
“Mom.. dad..” she turned to the two of you, “I’ll miss you..” she smiled sadly and hugs you two
“aww.. we’ll miss you too, dear..” you gently rub her back and kiss her cheek, “You’re welcome to call us anytime, dear.. don’t hesitate to ask something that you need..” Childe cups her cheek gently
Every parent knows that there’s a time where the child has to leave and live a new life independently
Her flight got called in an announcement that it’ll be gone in 30 minutes
“there it is, I have to go now..” she looked at the schedule and hug you one last time
“Good bye sweetie, have a safe flight..” you kissed her cheek, and she then waved good bye and went to the ticket booth and after a few minutes, she went inside and her plane is now leave
“Mom and dad will wait for you, dear.. We hope you have a great and a safe life out there..”
Beautiful beautiful morning. Well you woke up at 5 so the sun wasn’t shining yet. The reason why? Well, today is your partners birthday and you wanted to prepare something special, though there are some twists that you made. One of them is you wanted to ignore him and forgot his birthday. Secondly, you wanted to get a little help and invite Zhongli to his birthday, I mean he’s Childe’s close friend and you knew him so why not invite him. You took a shower and made some breakfast. When you were cooking, Childe came out from the room and just woke up, perfect. He came up to you and hugging you from behind, putting his head on your neck.
“Morning..”, “good morning love.” you said, he’s so cute when he just woke up, you’re a bit unsure if you wanted to continue the plan, but you stay determined. You knew Childe is a bit clingy especially on this specific day. “Do you know what day is today?” he asked you, you knew this was gonna happen, “Tuesday? yeah, I believe it’s Tuesday.” you lied. He frowned and looked at you, finding some clues if you’re lying, to his surprise you kept your normal face. “Oh yeah.. it is Tuesday..” he said with a little bit of hurt in his voice. “Here’s your breakfast babe.” you said, “Oh and I have to leave since the guild needed me.” you added, Childe looked at you sadly, “Can’t you stay for awhile? I miss you..” he plead, but you said you cant and give him a kiss and leave in an urgent, Childe just nodded. Your planned worked and now on to the next step.
You were at the funeral parlor as planned to meet Zhongli, “Good morning Zhongli,” “Good morning y/n, how’s he?” Zhongli asked. “He’s.. well.. let’s just say he’s disappointed when I have to leave early,” you shrugged, Zhongli nodded and take you on shopping for some things, but also keep an eye if Childe is around. It’s almost lunch and you head back to the parlor to put the stuff you’ve bought while Zhongli reserved a place for both of you to eat, you quickly went to the parlor and leave immediately, acted like nothing happened. As you were walking you saw Childe, you wanted to greet him but your next plan was to ignore him. Childe walked up to you but you swerve thinking he was a random person. His heart hurt, like literally… its me special day why you do dis to me :(. “y/n.” he called but you didn’t notice, he watched where you were going and he was shocked that you were spending time with Zhongli. He wanted to pull you and hug you but you were far away. And so he left.
Time skipped
Childe never felt so lonely on his birthday, you weren’t there to give him a proper attention and you went out and talked with his closest friend. Even Zhongli didn’t have time to talk to him, yeah sure busy.. busy talking to my partner :). His day never felt really dull, he’s just wish that today ended quicker. You on the other hand was preparing some decorations with Zhongli at your house, nothing much just a cake, balloons, flowers, and gifts. Everything went well and everything is set, Zhongli is looking out at the window to see if Childe was coming. After a few hours, Zhongli finally saw Childe and the two of you took place, turning of the lights. Childe unlocked the key and came in, ‘sigh, they’re aren’t home yet…’ he thought. Then when he turned on the light, “SURPRISE!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY.” both of you shout, Childe jumped.. he couldn’t believe what he sees, “so two of you actually remembered,” Childe said, “Of course we are. What kind of person are we if we forget about your birthday.” you said and Zhongli nodded. “Go on make a wish,” Zhongli said, Childe blows the candle and both of you cheered. Then both of you give him the presents, Zhongli gave him a really good quality scarf since Childe lives in Snezhnaya, the fabric is really soft, he can’t wait to use it. You gave him a bracelet and a sweater, the sweater is warm and soft and the bracelet has charms on it, a narwhal the shape of his constellation and a rose.. the flower that he first gave to you. He thanked both of you for the present.. but you said there’s one more, a voice recorder device..? You told him to play it.
“Ajax, happy birthday, this is me Tonia, I hope you’re happy at Liyue now, I hope you’re doing great on your work.. y/n wanted us to make this, so here it is hehe. Oh Anthon wants to talk to you, here Anthon..
Ajax, happy birthday, I hope you’re healthy and happy, we’re sorry we aren’t able to visit you to celebrate you’re birthday. this is the least we could do. One gift from one family! BIG BROTHER HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! it’s me Teucerrr, I can’t wait for you to come back home and play again. I really wanted to show you some toys that I’ve just bought, they’re really cool!! and dont forget to bring big brother/sister y/n with you, I wanted to see them, I hope they’re okay. Btw, mom and dad wanted to say something, here you go mom..
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Darling, happy birthday. We hope you’re doing great, we’re really sorry that we couldn’t see you sweetie, I know you really missed us and scenery of Snezhnaya, home feels a bit empty without you. We wanted to thank you for your hardwork and dedication towards your duties, we’re happy as long as you’re happy. We just wish that we could hug you and hang out together.. Reading your letters aren’t the same comparing you’re at home telling us stories about your work.. ah.. the recording almost reached its limit.. sigh, time to say goodbye and sending some thank you’s to your partner for accompanying you. Once again happy birthday Ajax! we love you.. byee”
Tears formed in his eyes.. this is really beautiful, he never thought of having this as a gift, he hugged both of you tightly. He never felt so far from his family after hearing that. You wiped his tears away and looked at him softly. Childe thanks you and Zhongli for this lovely gifts, he wanted to keep it. After that, you and Zhongli treat him for a dinner. Three of you talked and laugh together, basically spending some time together. It’s almost late, Zhongli parted ways from you and Childe and wave a goodbye.
When you got back home, both of you got ready for bed. Once you finished, Childe pulled you into a cuddle, you softly brushed his hair and kissed him softly on his lips. Both of you just talked before both of you started to drift of into a deep sleep, you swear you could feel him smiling while he’s sleeping, he’s really happy.
“Thank you for today, I couldn’t imagine this day without you, and I also never thought hearing my family’s voice at a time like this.. you really are an angel.”
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(A/N: happy birthday to my beloved Childe!! This is really long than I thought ehe.. sorry for being inactive again, I already have school so I’m trying my best to write.. btw, I’ll be doing a little surprise so stay tuned. BYEE)
Summary: What is like having Diluc as your boyfriend (headcannon)
Genre: Fluff
Warning: mentions of pain
Headcannon with music lyrics (the song will be put at the end of the section)
(A/N: this headcannon is actually dedicated to my friend who is in love with this man because today is her birthday.. this is just something came through my mind from me to her, gurl if you’re reading this, I’m sorry if it’s underwhelming.. and yeah.. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! UwU)
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Music is from –> Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy by Queen
Adventuring with you
(I can dim the lights and sing you songs full of sad things, We can do the tango just for two..)
Diluc always keep an eye on you when you both out on adventure
Sometimes he gets over protective, he’s just scared when you’re hurt
Always prepare everything before you two go out, like snacks, extra clothing, first aid kit and etc
When dealing enemies on the way, he always be prepared when you need backup
If it’s an abyss mage or a lawachurl… well, he tries his best to protect you so you didn’t die
But at the end, he will finish it off.. and after that he will tend your wounds
If you couldn’t walk because of your injuries, he’ll carry you back to Dawn Winery
Probably beat himself up mentally inside
Diluc won’t let you go adventuring for a while before your wounds are healed
“I already ask the adventures guild to give you some time off. You need to heal properly in order to go out adventuring.”
When your both are in public
(I can serenade and gently play on your heart strings, Be your Valentino just for you)
Diluc loves to ask you go on a walk with him in the city
He’s not that touchy when he’s in public
But once every now and then he’ll hold your hand or hold your sides when your talking to another man especially Kaeya
Well, things like these rarely happen when you both are together, because everyone knows not to mess with Diluc
When you find something that you would like to buy, he’ll buy it for you
This man literally loves spoiling you omg, he tries to make you happy alright :3
Diluc rarely brings you to the tavern, well.. DRUNKARDS
He just hates it when some drunkard tries to flirt or get your attention
But when you wanted to come, he’ll make sure you’ll sit not too far for him to look after
“ Are you sure you wanna go to the tavern? I mean.. I would love to take you there, but aren’t you bothered by the drunkards? If you really wanna go, be careful alright.. if someone disturbs you, just come to me..”
When he gets clingy
(Ooh, love, ooh, loverboy, What’re you doin’ tonight, hey, boy?)
He’s usually clingy when you gone for days or he’s just tired from work
When you finished taking a shower and put on your clothes, he’ll immediately pull you into his arms
You’re not gonna escape from his arms until next morning tho..
When he isn’t sleepy, he’ll just let you talk about your day or anything while he puts his head on your neck so he can feel your warmth
Hearing your voice is really calms him down
Or you two just sat there until you both fell asleep
If you did manage to escape, he’ll whine at you like a baby
Diluc will chase you around the room ngl, he’s a giant baby when he’s clingy :/
Or if he’s too tired, he’ll crossed his arms and make a pouty face at you :^
If you’re going to the kitchen to make food, he’ll be right behind you and hug you on the hips and put his chin on your shoulder
Overall when he’s in this state, he really just wanted to hold you in his arms
“Hey where are you going? Let me hug you for a whileee.. pleaseeee? It’s not that long.. I promisee..”
Places that he will take you on a date
(Set my alarm, turn on my charm, That’s because I’m a good old-fashioned loverboy)
Diluc usually follows you, where ever and whenever you want
But if he’s the one who pick the place, he’ll treat you on a fancy restaurant
It depends on his mood
When he wants to treat you like a real gentleman or feel like he wants to spoil you when there’s a special occasion, he’ll choose to go on a fancy restaurant
Just eating a delightful meal and have a conversation with you and some classical music in the background.. he felt really happy
But if he just wants to enjoys time with you alone, he’ll bring you stargazing with him at Starsnatch Cliff or at Stormbearer Mountains
You both will watch the sea from above or lay on the grass watch the stars and talk with each other for HOURS
“Darling, do you wanna go out tonight? I don’t really have work to do, so maybe we could go and spend some time together, your choice.. Where do you wanna go?”
Taking care of you when you’re sick
(Ooh, let me feel your heartbeat (Grow faster, faster). Ooh, ooh, can you feel my love heat?)
Hear me out, Diluc will not leave your side if it’s not necessary
He always feed you while your holding the bowl to warm up your hands
Diluc wouldn’t let you leave your bed other than going to the bathroom
Diluc even forbids you to work even if it just reading some written commisions
He just wants you to relax and rest as much as you could get
When you feel really cold, he will hug you, not too tightly until you couldn’t breathe
Seems because he holds a pyro vision, his body felt really warm
If you couldn’t fall asleep or bored, he’ll put on a movie for you or just talk with you about anything that came across his mind
He’s really soft when you’re sick especially when you didn’t have enough energy to do anything
“Try to get some rest alright? You don’t need to get out of bed if it’s not necessary, and try not to think anything about work okay? If you need anything, I’ll be right here”
(A/N: the reason why I use this song it’s because it makes me think of Diluc for some reason and when I wrote this, I put the song on repeat :v, I hope you enjoy it.. have a great day)
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If you wanted to request, here are the rules that you need to read, ehe
༊…FEATURING;childe. ⇝ CW/TW;basically suicidal thoughts, multiple possible impliedmental illnesses.
liyue has never felt so dull.
your legs shift beneath you, the fabric of your clothing catching on the splinters of wood that stick out from the railing. the wind sifts past you then, a cool breeze that makes goosebumps rise on your skin; desperately chasing warmth. it finds none.
the ground is far, perhaps too close. the cracks in the pavement, oh so subtle, scream at you. memories of moments long ago; the fall of a brick, heavy, easily shattering the concrete. shattering itself in the process. you wonder, just briefly, how easy it’d be to tip over the edge, how simple it would be to do the same—how simultaneously excrutiating but painlessit would feel, making contact with the ground.
the breeze picks up, much like a warning. the careful slamof the entrance to northland bank feels like a slap to the face—what time is it? what are you doing here? you need to leave, you need to get away before it’s too late, before—
“what are you doing out here, comrade?”
“looking,” the answer comes too quickly as you wave up at the sky.
childe spares only the smallest of glances towards the view; nothing new, liyue always looks like this so early in the morning. he, however, can focus clearly on the intent behind your words—it’s not unfamiliar, the way your voice rises in pitch. he knows why, hell, he knows all too well. looking,you’d said?he grimaces, looking for? looking at? perhaps you’re not really looking at all.
“hmm.”
you try not to cringe; old habits die hard. childe is as embarrassing as ever.
the distance between the two of you is unfamiliar—always either too close or too far apart, you were. this time, though, he remains at least a few yards away. boundaries have never been spoken of between you two, always too entranced by the other to care; childe wants nothing more than to reach out, hold your hand, hold you tight, and never, everlet go.
he cannot do that. what he can do, though, is look. that is all childe has been able to do. he can’t remember the last time you’d touched—the last time you’d so much as spared him a glance. he wonders how unexpected it’d be if he were to reach out now; maybe not at all. you know him better than anyone else, anyway. i’m sorry, he wants to say, the moment the sun breaks over the horizon.
he can’t miss the way your eyes gleam so shamelessly under the light; eyes once so bright, a blessing to his own. he wants to see your smile once again—it has been long enough. he may not even carry the rightto drag that out of you, but he wants to try, anyway. anything for you.
you breathe out, a quiet exhale. he looks away.
“i should go.”
this time, he does not speak. although it’s not unexpected, and sure as hell not uncalled for—why would he care, anyway?—his footsteps are slow, languid, more ajax-like than they were only moments prior. they get louder, and louder, and louder, until suddenly his warmth is behind you, a silent kind of question.
he’s so close. too far. you lean back, subconsciously, burrowing yourself into him. into ajax, childe, tartaglia—whatever he goes by, now. the steady wrapping of his arms around your shoulders is not unwelcome, nor is the pressure of his chin on the top of your head. the way childe hugs, the way he holds, the way he embracesyou..it’s comforting, in a way it should not be.
“don’t go yet.”, he whispers.
don’t go where? you wonder, because where would you go? there is nowhere to be. then, you realize, the ground is so close, there is no one in the street, and that in itself is answer enough. “why?” you ask, because the newfound eleventh harbinger should not care about a local such as yourself. he is not your ajax anymore—no, he’s the tsarita’s faithful servant. he has better things to do, as do you.
the response takes longer than it should; you and childe think horribly alike.
“you can’t leave me alone.”
the breathless laughter, almost sob-ridden, makes your heart race just a little faster than it should. it may have been a while, a while toolong, but childe is no stranger to you. the two of you know that better than anyone; the connection the two of you carried cannot and will not sever itself. even beyond the extent of your lives, it will retain itself towards infinity, however long that may be.
“just a little longer, i promise.”, he adds.
it’s a lie, you think, at the same time his grip tightens around you. it feels like a plea, a beg for mercy, a vulnerability ajax has never shown to anyone but you. you know you cannot accept such a request, you won’t, you shouldn’t; it won’t be just a little longer, you know.childe will become and remain a constant in your life the moment you accept. he will honour the vow he’d taken years ago, won’t let you go the second he has you back. not when you’re like this; simply because, deep down, in that twisted, ugly heart of his—he will always care for you.
perhaps that’s what you need. perhaps it’s what you crave. your hearts have always been just a little too similar.
“okay.”
the hum you receive in response speaks a thousand words. this will not make everything better, no, of course it won’t; what it will do, though, is help you hold on just a little longer. it’s all you have, anyway.
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CHILDE:
“(Y/N)!” Childe calls out lovingly from the kitchen when he hears you enter your shared apartment. His voice never fails to provide you a sense of comfort and love despite how miserable and stressed out you are right now. "How was your da-“
And yet, today indeed took a toll on you— more than it should.
"Terrible.” You interject, throwing your body into the closest cushion you could find, slowly sinking into the couch. “I feel like absolute shit. I think my professor is out to make my life a living hell."
"C'mere.” He tugs at your hand, dragging you out of the couch as you let out a begrudging moan, falling gracefully into his arms. “Want me to kick his ass?” He proposes.
“Sure. Want to get expelled?"
"I’m kidding. I’m kidding.” He tousles your hair, combing his fingers through your scalp to help ease your stress. “I know I’m pretty intense, but not that intense."
"Mhm.” You internally roll your eyes, cooing in delight as he continues to pamper you with unprompted massages. “Just let me c-cuddle with you… for a while.” You drawl.
There’s a moment of silence as Childe pulls you over to the couch again, your sad and clingy self still wrapped tightly around him, like a cute sloth clinging onto a tree branch. All is well, and you could honestly make do with spending the night in his arms.
But… he had other plans.
“Bingo!” Childe has a eureka moment as he claps his hands together, sitting up from the couch and gently placing you to the side. “Take a hot shower first, then come back to the living room, ‘kay?” He plants a kiss on your forehead, which undeniably soothes you to a momentary peace. “I’ll have a surprise waiting for you after.”
“Fine. Fine. Fine.” You sigh exasperatedly, lulling your head at the edge of the couch. “This is going to be one of those somber types of showers, so expect me to be out in 40 minutes because I’ll be moping on the shower floor and listening to sad music.”
He chuckles. “It’ll be ready by then."
Forty minutes finally pass by as you leave your bedroom in comfy pajamas, a clearer mind, and in a less weird headspace. You do as you are told and make a beeline for the living room, an array of surprises waiting for you.
"Surprise!” Childe jumps out from behind the couch, confetti spreading everywhere, and balloons rise to the ceiling. Your eyes dart to the table in front of him and notice your favorite home-cooked ramen, Boba for dessert, new books (you have been dying to read) neatly wrapped at the side, a cute stuffed teddy bear holding a pin that says “I Wuv U. Get better soon!” and a potted hydrangea you’ve been eyeing at the store for quite a while now. It was the ultimate comfort package made in about Forty minutes. How was he able to do this?
“Oh my god.” You exclaim in awe, blissful wonderment gleaming in your eyes. “C-childe… This is…”
“Do you like it?” He grins, confident at the fact that his surprise was a success. “It was hard having to jump from one store to the next whilst trying not to burn the ramen, but I did it!” He points to himself, beaming with pride. “Your boyfriend did it!”
“Thank you.” Your voice grows hoarse, yet Childe could note nothing but love and appreciation embedded into your words. “This means a lot to me.” You run into his arms before he could even fully approach you, burying your face into his chest. “Thank you for making an otherwise shitty day so much brighter.”
He chuckles once again, stroking the back of your head. “Anything for you. It’s alright to feel like shit sometimes, but always know that I’m here, alright?”
“Always?”
“Always.”
KAEYA:
“Kaeya."
"What’s up, babe?”
“Which one would you like to use?” Holding on to two different kinds of Korean face masks, you ask for his opinion. “The Avocado one?” You raise a mask sheet designed with green accents. “Or the Pomegranate one?” You lift the other composed of dark accents.
“I’ll go with the Avocado.” He gingerly pulls the green mask from your hand. “I chose this not because of its healing properties, but because of that one vine. That Fresh Avocadoe one.” He jokes nonchalantly, hoping for your amusing response, yet he does not get one.
You merely chuckle at his witty jest, shaking your head suspiciously. “Pfft. That’s pretty funny.” You sit down beside him, trying to further conceal the sadness you were hiding from within. “Can’t believe you remember that vine, though.”
And so, he knew something was off.
“(Y/N).” He calls out sternly. He sighs, beckoning you to scoot closer to him. “If anything is going on right now, I’m here for you. You can tell me anything.”
Your body visibly trembles as you move closer to your indigo-haired lover. Kaeya opens his arms for you to crawl into, his hands hidden underneath your matching sweater paws, deep cerulean eyes ever so stark and bright.
You try to keep it in- but you can’t. You break.
A waterfall of tears unceremoniously streaks down your face as soon as Kaeya envelops you in his arms. “I don’t feel like existing right now.” You murmur, resting your head on his shoulder. “Can the world just stop moving for a second? I can’t keep up. I feel like I have no purpose."
”(Y/N) my Love…“ He gently strokes your cheek, gesturing you to look up at him. A serious look written all over his face, yet his eyes filled with kindness. "Even on these bad days and nights where everything feels lost, you still have purpose. It has been inside you since the day you were born. That passionate and feisty human being that I fell in love with. A tiny firefly born from the light of the universe. There is a world of reason and hope inside you—an entire library of thoughts, memories, and emotions. For all the moments that steal your hope and your wonder, remember the universe intended for you to happen. I’m here for you until the end of our days. I’ll never let go."
Absolutely flabbergasted over Kaeya’s sweet (which are usually coquettish) and genuine words, you bury your face even deeper to hide the heat creeping up to your cheeks. Your voice muffled. "I don’t deserve you, Kaeya.”
“Well…” There’s a particular suggestive tone to his voice. “I mean, I am Kaeya Alberich. The most dashing man to ever-”
“Oh. Forget I ever said anything.”
“I was just kidding!”
DILUC:
The downpour of heavy rain was a perfect match to your current mood.
Amidst the current storm happening outside that brought nothing but bad news, your professor finally released the midterm results you’ve been waiting for so long. Unfortunately, despite studying hard for the test, the results were appalling.
This wouldn’t be an issue if you crammed all of the lessons into your brain, but no. You prepared for this. You poured your blood, sweat, and tears into acing this exam. But… why did you get a below-average grade? Does your professor hate you or?
“Diluc….” You groan, dragging yourself into the living room where your boyfriend was seated on the couch, wearing his cute rimmed spectacles (the literal embodiment of a handsome dork) and his computer practically glued to his lap. “What grade did you get on our Mondstadt History test?”
“I got a 4.0.” He responds casually, taking off his reading glasses and putting them back in their case. “What about you?”
“Well, I g-got a…” Your words trail off as you turn your eyes to the phone and gaze back at him. “A 2.0.” Your lips curl to a frown as you throw yourself to the couch, hurrying over to lay on his lap and bury your face on a pillow. “I worked so hard for this test. I didn’t expect this at all! What did I do wrong!? Am I just not enough to academically please Professor Venti!? Am I not cool enough to have a huge group of friends and be invited to cool college parties!?"
The thunder roars, the lightning flashes, and the rain grows stronger as soon as you finish venting to Diluc. You were never one to put too much thought into simple frustrations, but this little predicament indeed brought you to the edge.
"You are enough.” Diluc whispers, emphasizing his words in his usual stern but loving tone. “You’re strong and beautiful, and the way you present yourself or the number of friends you have doesn’t change how big your heart is.” Diluc begins to grow flustered as he continues, “Your hair looks nice, and so do your eyes, and the way you eat a half tub of ice cream is… sexy as hell. You are the most important person in my life, and in times that you feel as if you’re not worth it all, trust me. You’ll always be enough for me.”
A cheeky smile forms on your lips as you look up to gaze into his starry crimson eyes. Wrapping your arms around the crook of his neck, you plant a kiss on his lips.
“Thanks.” You give him another peck. “I really needed that."
ZHONGLI:
Zhongli has his day off from classes today, whereas you had one from 12 to 3 pm.
Which also meant that it was his time to do the chores around the apartment. Not that he didn’t mind, though, although he’d love to do things as mundane as this if he were doing it with you. Doing the laundry, buying groceries, and cleaning the house… There was never a dull moment if he got to spend it with you.
Whilst he was cleaning the bedroom, he stumbled upon a crumpled piece of paper on your side of the desk. Written on it were doodles of sad little faces, a cute drawing of him hugging you with a cup of tea in between the both of you, and words that spelled out "I wish this class would end.
I’m so tired that I just want to sleep for a million years and just cuddle with Zhongli ” He then deduced that you had written this in one of your Psych classes that you were also taking today.
Wanting to cheer you up, he decides to make a little surprise for you in the most Zhongli way he can.
“Z-Zhongli?” You call out in an exasperating tone. “I’m home.”
No reply.
Shrugging to yourself, you walk straight into the bedroom, hoping he’s there reading a book, yet he isn’t. After dropping your things, you walk into the kitchen, hoping he’s cooking some bamboo shoot soup, but he isn’t there either.
“Zhongli?” You call out again.
Then, you hear a knock from outside. Turning around to look for where the sound may come from, you see your graciously tall boyfriend knock from behind the glass door leading to the balcony.
He then bows, scooting to the side to see what he has prepared for you—bamboo shoot soup for two, your favorite herb relieving tea, and an envelope wrapped with a ribbon.
Pushing the door aside, you walk up to him as a tired smile forms on your face. Your worries were slowly washed away.
“I prepared a little something for you.” He announced. Gentlemanly pulling out your seat so you can plop down comfortably. “Along with a short poem.”
You tilt your head at him, reaching out for the golden brown envelope before you as you begin to read its contents.
I wish I could do more than kiss your tiredness away.
I wish I were a celestial being from the skies— One of the seven archons of the past so that I may wish your worries away with a wave of my finger.
But… you must know. These feelings do not make you weak or clingy or overly emotional. They make you strong, brave, and beautiful. You are not merely made of stardust; you are the comet streaking through the sky on the way to do good and bright things. You are a blessing to this world. A divine gift that only a few may appreciate at this time, but know this: Your tiredness is temporary. You will do great things, and I will always be right behind you. For whenever you may fall and whenever you may falter, I will help you stand up once again.”
XIAO:
At the dead of the night, his phone rings.
Xiao was not the type of person to answer calls or messages, especially at 3 in the morning. It was undoubtedly uncharacteristic of him. Given, he was awake and had harrowing thoughts that kept him up at night, but he didn’t want to entertain anyone else when he lies on his bed and contemplates life while staring at the blinking fairy lights taped to the edges of his ceiling.
Then, he sees the Caller ID.
It’s you.
His most beloved– The most precious soul to ever walk into his life. You are the only one to have made his heart love in the most inexplicable ways despite all the mistakes he has made.
He immediately picks up.
“Xiao?” Your voice is frail and quiet from the other line. “Are you awake?”
“Yeah, I am. What’s wrong?”
“I’m just worried about the future, you know. I want to be free and see places. But… I feel as if it’s impossible.” You reply, your voice growing more agitated. “Can you play My Heart Will Go On on the flute for me, please?”
“I know that’s a meme, (Y/N).” He snaps, shaking his head at your attempt to make a joke. “I’m not that dumb, you know.”
“Well… can you sing me a lullaby then?”
He sighs. But you know he’ll give in anyway. “Fine."
With a clear of his throat, you hear his voice grow louder as if he was speaking directly through his phone’s mic. Then, he begins.
"I guess I’ll have to face that in this awful place, I shouldn’t show a trace of doubt… But pulled against the grain, I feel a little pain, That I would rather do without… I’d rather be Free-ee-ee from here.”
Hoping for a pleasant reaction, Xiao receives silence. That one gets when the person on the other line had fallen asleep. It was peaceful. Tranquil. He could imagine your sleeping figure now, lulled to sleep by his sweet lullaby.
Xiao shook his head once again, a ghost of a smile present on his face. “Goodnight (Y/N). I love you. I hope I was able to ease your worries away… and I hope I’ll be able to ease more to come.”
A/N:The amount of time I took to draw that (^) banner just to have it for 4nemo ficlets— a-ah, I love how it turned out anyway soOOO- anyway! This is sort of 4nemo’s… origin story? At least mytake in how the group was built.
There will be three parts to this, Blooming, Falling, and Loving! (And a bonus angst because it won’t be me without angst, Withering)
✤ she/her
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A dream is a wish your heart makes—isn’t that a saying from a fairytale?
━━ SUMMARY: morning routines could lead to exciting discoveries — just as how everything in your life seem to fall at all the right places at all the right times.
━━ CONTAINS: modern!au
━━ VALENTINE’S 2022 EVENT SPECIAL
the first thing he heard when he opened his eyes was your soft, little snores that automatically drew a drowsy smile on his face. you were still wearing his shirt, a faded red one that had his high school’s mascot printed in front. the fabric didn’t swallow you whole like the shirts in your rom-com movies do but that was fine. his heart held a lot of affection for the sentimental things in his life and he was more than willing to share every single one of the things that made him kaedehara kazuha with the person who stole every bit of his poetry. it didn’t take long for him to pull you close, absentmindedly snuggling into the crook of your neck as he relished in the gentle thrumming of his heart. with legs tangled under the quilted blanket you gave him last christmas, kazuha decided that he could afford to stay in bed for five minutes longer if it meant having you for himself for just as long.
the five minutes that passed felt like an eternity that ended too soon— yes, that was the perfect way to describe it. an eternity of finer details spun and observed meticulously by awestruck ruby eyes. kazuha was eloquent but not necessarily verbose. besides, he smiles to himself as he ran a hand through his free-flowing locks. what else was there to say when you were doing all the explanation by just looking wonderfully majestic first thing in the morning? true art, the ones that could only be crafted by the genius of nature itself, have no need for unnecessary adjectives uttered by someone clumsy and blind at the sight of love incarnate.
“you woke up early,” he felt you shuffle before slumping over his back, movements exposing your left leg to the cold morning breeze. you honestly didn’t care. it wasn’t that cold but kazuha wordlessly adjusted the blanket for you anyway, “worrywart.”
kazuha shook his head amusedly, “just looking out for you.”
you eyed his pleased expression before fiddling with the hair tie on your wrist — his hair tie. a little something that you wouldn’t be having on your person if it weren’t for this man who enjoyed your touch unabashedly. adjusting your position, you carefully detangled the knots in his hair: a routine you have come to know every time you stayed the night over his place.
“what should we have for breakfast?”
you hummed, “you’re cooking?”
“it’s valentine’s day,” kazuha smiles and though you weren’t facing him, you knew his silken voice by heart that you could carve the image in your mind with as much ease as you have when you breathe, “a special day for a special someone entails a special treatment, yes?”
“don’t try too hard to be perfect. any more and you’ll make me order a ring.”
“feeling bold, aren’t we?”
you only laugh in reply, patting his head twice to tell him that you’re done styling his hair. deciding that your mischief will temporarily end there, you don’t comment as your keen eyes caught kazuha slightly tilting his head to lean into your touch. a cat. he reminds you too much of a cat who enjoys lounging around in the corners where the sun’s glow hits just right.
“the rain has stopped… i guess we’re not having breakfast together after all,” you said after a few moments worth of silence. the reason for your stay was the torrential downpour that happened late last night. as brave as you are to attempt to fluster your composed lover, you weren’t quite brave enough to walk home in poor visibility. too busy recounting what has transpired, you missed the frown that uncharacteristically painted kazuha’s face darker.
“…so it seems.”
you blink, turning your gaze to kazuha to ask him a silent question but he only kissed the inside of your wrist with a coy smile.
indifference has never been your forte and it didn’t help that kaedehara kazuha, as a result of the countless hours he has devoted in honor of preserving your image in his memory, knew every single one of your quirks. as you cleared your throat, kazuha could only smile in content as you didn’t attempt to pull your hand away from his hold. a cat. sometimes, you reminded kazuha of a cat who jumps away from the slightest show of affection. other times, however, you stuck close like you had all the intention of becoming his second skin. you’d deny this if he told you but he knew better. his mother had once tucked a stray strand of his hair while softly saying that nature favored him for his free soul and it appears that this time, he owes them another prayer of gratitude. the rain has once again proven that it was his friend — a friend that had kindly bought him more time with a small bonus of having you crave the warmth that emanated from his palms.
“shall we go out of bed?”
you groan but made no further move to protest. it wasn’t as if you had any intention of running away from your responsibilities. while it was valentine’s day, it was also a monday, the most dreadful of all workdays, and you had no intention of losing your good mood to the morning traffic.
“i’ll at least help you with breakfast—” kazuha shakes his head before guiding you to the bathroom, spare towel and clothes in hand. you didn’t even notice that he had everything ready until he was telling you that he had everything covered, “you sure?”
“you’ll be late.”
“meanie.”
kazuha made no move as he watched you pad to the bathroom. he ought to tell you off for walking barefoot when the mahogany flooring was cold but there was something strange in his lungs. it squeezed — lightly, not enough to be painful but enough to be felt — and oddly, it was a feeling he could easily mark as delightful. it was befuddling to face an emotion he has yet to recognize but it was fine. if it was a feeling he gained from being around you, he’s bound to put a name to it eventually. after all, he was planning to stick by your side for a long, long time.
content with his realization, kazuha tugged at his sweater’s sleeves. he could hear the sound of the shower being turned on, followed by the rhythmic pattering of water to the tiled floor. once, he had no use for a heater, having an inexplicable tolerance for the freezing water in his apartment but then you came along and he found himself scurrying to accommodate you. the shrill scream you let out as you showered for the first time in his place was quite unforgettable and even more so was your blatant avoidance of his gaze. embarrassment on you was a hue that he found endearing but he’d never place his satisfaction over your comfort. lying wasn’t his forte, preferring very technical wording instead but somehow, it was easy to smile apologetically and tell you that he was having trouble with his morning showers as well.
not soon after, you gifted him one of the many piles of blankets he had stored in the spare room. “stay warm. i’m not very good at looking after sick people,” you said and he wondered how he could be stuck freezing in the cold when your eyes were the warmest of all. sincere and caring. you didn’t tell him that you won’t look after him when he’s all gross and vulnerable — just that you weren’t the best at it. kazuha had shuddered then, finding the intensity of your gaze to be the right amount of heat that he was craving for all this time.
it was no wonder that kazuha has earned a lot of mocking contempt from his friends for always thinking and speaking of you fondly but how could he ever stop when you’re effortlessly adorable as you wore his go-to scarf with a frustrated pout. you didn’t even have to do anything. all you had to do was stand still and breathe and he would be all over your feet, singing you praises and thanking you repeatedly for sharing your tender heart with him.
the bedroom door suddenly opened and he realized that he was too burrowed in his thoughts to realize that you have long left the shower. you were fiddling with his scarf. a pleased smirk came to his face as he realized that a part of him was going to be with you all day long and that it should be enough to silently cue your coworkers to stay on their lanes. how strange… it was unlike him to be so territorial. perhaps the valentine mood wasn’t all lie after all. shaking such nasty thoughts, he met you in the middle, gingerly unraveling the scarf to rewrap it around you but without the unsightly creases your earlier rush caused.
“you don’t need to leave so soon,” he smiles tenderly as he gently tugs at your arm to pull you back to his warmth, “my place is yours, after all.”
you knew what he was referencing. fragments of you could be found everywhere you look in his cozy apartment and it was as if cupid shot yet another barrage of arrows to your heart as you fall crazy in love all over again. you like this. you truly, with all of that word’s sincerity, like this. you like how you seamlessly mesh into his life— how natural your toothbrush sits next to his fancy bamboo one. you love how his body was always the right degree of warm during rainy days. you love him. you love him so much that it’s a wonder that this world could contain it.
“very sneaky,” you drawl, making no effort to hide your entertainment, “i never thought you’d be the one to influence me to lag behind.”
“there is no need to make me out to be a villain, dove. i am always by your side, wishing for you to receive only the best.”
you pause before nodding, burrowing your face into the scarf in the process. it smelled like him — like his apartment; like home and you wonder just when you began recognizing this small but cozy place to be the one place you’ll come back to after a day’s worth of work. you don’t question the why because you knew the first time you set your foot inside this place — even when back then the wallpapers were old and dirty and he refused to pay for ‘unnecessary’ appliances — that it was only a matter of time before you were dancing in the kitchen as you cooked dinner with a skilled artist as your sous chef. it was never a how or why, only a when and even that didn’t matter all too much because it would come to be eventually.
domesticity. the mere sound of the word had your blood rushing in excitement for what was in store for the future and without a doubt, you knew that you and kazuha had both silently agreed that you liked how that word sounded with the affectionate articulation of the other.
“i have to go now. you’ve held me back long enough, mister.”
kazuha easily dodged the soft flick you were supposed to give him. realizing that you weren’t going to call in sick after all, he sighed before handing you a carefully crafted bento. noticing your confused stare, he shrugged nonchalantly, “it’s unhealthy to skip breakfast and someone has to make sure that you’re not doing so just because you are running late.”
“holy crap,” you gape at him, heart going mad crazy underneath all your layers, “marry me. like right now.”
kazuha rose a brow before laughing, placing one final kiss on your cheek before shooing you off gently. your words had affected him a little too well and the lung-squeezing feeling from before returned ten-fold. whatever it was, it was for sure your doing and he had not the heart to complain. similarly, he has yet to find the heart to speak of the box hidden under his sock drawer ever since a year ago. no matter… it will come to be eventually — naturally and all in the due course of time that looked upon you fondly.
Still in a very busy hiatus atm, but I took a lil time to look at notifications and comments, really brightened me up a lil thank you for the serotonin drops guys. I hope to be back fully soon!
This chapter is dedicated to albedocity on youtube (i doubt they will ever see this LOL) but their kazuha playlist gives me the best calming vibes while writing this, I can really imagine myself just sitting on a hill w/kazu watching the clouds. Please go check them out!!
Private QRTs don’t really work like that in twitter but it was a creative decision I took to make sure the formatting looked better . The locks more signify if it’s a private comment or not (locks are not shown for the original poster in the qrts as it’s their own comment section)
Xingqiu and Chongyun are v protective over y/n!! Xingqiu being more vocal about it.
If any problems for y/n arise Xingqiu and Hu Tao usually handle the admin/public side of it, while Chongyun and Benny are support hamsters
This was especially the case for the breakup too! (Nosy people at uni lol)
At the get together the gang watched a bunch of cheesy romcoms <33 it was a good time
Ayaka would be the best sister to someone who wears a hijab/headscarf. Super patient and kind and gets cutely excited to help do all sorts of intricate headscarf styles!!
Big brother Ayato who gets comfortable, beautiful prints of fabric too
A/N:Thank you so much to Quill for hosting this and giving me the perfect opportunity to write for my baby . I have fangirled about her blog on here for a bit but please go check out their main page!! They have an ongoing streamer Xiao SMAU (Cynosure) which I am a huge fan of. Congrats on 2.5, much love!!!
Sometimes, General Gorou feels a slight pressure looming above him. Though, it’s only something incredibly small.
“No- no please! Wake up… wake up!”
If reducing it as minuscule means he doesn’t have to look up at the precarious weight threatening to crush him, then he will keep looking ahead. Look at what’s in front of him. There’s no room for error- no room for the past.
“Please… please… I’ll do anything…”
General Gorou of the Watatsumi resistance- the reliable commander. The intelligent leader. The fierceless fighter.
But if he was so unafraid as he claims to be, why do the lifeless forms of his allies on the battlefield haunt him during sleepless nights?
“Please stay with me… I can’t lose you too!”
Why do his knees crumple when he sees your lifeless form, haphazardly discarded in the rain?
Isn’t he General Gorou? Isn’t he a fearless freedom fighter? Isn’t he the person who will lead Watatsumi Island to victory?
Gorou awakes to a throbbing memories, a blur of red, but most importantly, encased in your protective arms. You wipe away the tears threatening to spill- tears he hadn’t even noticed were there.
“Gorou! Shh.. shh…. I got you my love…”
He coughs, expecting blood, only for his throat to come up with a dry, choking sound.
You frown, smoothing his ruffled locks and rubbing comforting circles on his back.
But for some reason, it wasn’t enough, as he clung to you a like a lost child.
Your lover had been overworking himself for days, planning the reconnaissance mission to retrieve many allies captured under the vision hunt decree. The unknown fate of Kazuha alongside those disappearing under the Shogunate’s elusive hand weighed on his mind heavily.
“Gorou- my love, your throat must be hurting.”
“Let me get you a drink, or some medicine? I’ll be back in just a minu-”
Gorou gazes up at you with weak eyes you can’t say no to. A slight pressure is exerted on your waist, bringing you back into bed.
“Please just stay with me, I don’t think I can be alone tonight.”
Ever selfless, you wonder what he must have saw to request something like that in the first place. Slowly, you climb back into bed with him. He encases you in strong arms, bringing you ever closer to his chest.
“I can tell you had a bad dream. Can’t you tell me what it was about, love?”
He hums slightly, burying his face in your hair.
“It was um… Guuji Yae you see. She refused to give back my dango in the dream… and would not relent taunting me.”
You raise an eyebrow at that, pinching his cheek. Gorou only offers a weak smile, but your heart blooms at the resilient twinkle coming back into his eyes.
“My sweet- I am not one of your soldiers that need placating. You don’t need to be General Gorou around me.”
“WillGorou please tell me what’s going on in that head of his?”
Your lover chuckles, though you notice the tremor faintly present in his hold amidst his strong front.
He opens his mouth, before closing it abruptly. Gorou had always been bad at lying to you.
“I dreamed of you.”
You clutch his hand.
“I dreamed of losing you.”
“I was too late, like I always am.”
Now it’s your turn to feel your vision turn blurry; you look at the man in front of you. The man you love
The hairs on his tail are on edge- some even charred from assumed resistance training. Bruises and broken bones don’t just disappear once you become general.
When he hears the crack in your voice, he sweeps you up into a bone crushing embrace. With a wobbly voice of his own, he speaks in a hushed whisper.
“Please don’t cry. Not because of me.”
“You won’t lose me, Gorou.”
You reply in a vehemently angry tone. Anger at what, you’’re not quite sure.
“You are always enough. And the tides will turn- we won’t become accustomed to loss.”
“You have to believe me, Gorou.”
Eyes wet and shining, he gazes at you like some sort of miracle.
For the first time, Gorou sleeps at peace, as if the restless souls of his past look after him rather than torment him.
It’s still too early to predict who the turn of war will favor. But for now, it was enough to believe in your words.
