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INGHISHIIIJ Please, i'm thirsty for these ones.

Cuddling headcanons:

Gorou: When Sangonomiya Kokomi revealed your identity to the inhabitants of Watatsumi Island, Gorou's objective was your safety and protection. As General of the Watatsumi Army, it was his burden and honor! Yet, it was pretty clear that the chance to be closer to you excited him and fueled him with a sense of pride. On the other hand, the prospect of being closer to one of your favorite characters was appealing. The thrill of danger that you were forced to feel during your journey in search of a safe heaven never left you, but Gorou knew about all of it and he had made the impossible to help you. 

Physical contact It's a common thing for him, but he's understanding enough to accept the possibility of making you live more bad memories. Once he finds out that not only do you crave some hugs, not to mention from one of your favourite characters, his tail begins to wag like it's possessed by a demon. But, of course, it's not something that he can do under the eyes of his comrades! Do you realize how much trouble you can cause by simply hugging him in public? Not to mention his authority over his troops. Things like this will be indoors.

When you two cuddle together, he loves to rest his head over your thighs, enjoining your soft caresses while listening to the breeze that comes from the sea. He'll let you even pat his hears. Just don't tell anybody, okay?

Childe:

Your status? His position? Yeah, fuck all that stuff. He doesn't care about it, not when it's you that proclaim how much you care for him and the fact that you're glad that he's the one that saved you from your misery.

You were the one that made the first move, your bandaged arms carefully around his neck, your sobbing voice that tried to speak, thanking him for everything. If you could only see his eyes, it was like the light of the sun was back in those empty orbs. From that moment, there was not a single day that passed without a full cuddling session with your knight in shining armor, as you liked to call him. 

For Childe, it's even a matter of showing off over the other Harbingers. Look at him! The last of the Habingers is the one that the Creator favors the most! He's the one that can cuddle with them whenever they want, and nobody can tell him otherwise (except you, of course).

He loves to surprise you with hugs and kisses, especially on your head and cheeks. He craves your embarrassed laugh while you try to stop him, but he's put in your hands at the moment you start to kiss back.

Kaeya:

To be more specific, he's a touch deprived man, especially when it comes to you.

Yet, he wished that those acts of affection weren't made to calm one of your attacks.

Some would say that he holds too much power over you, and some others would even say that he can manipulate the creator. But you both know that his closeness to you is more than just a form of love; it is mutual support. He recognized your expression, your eyes as empty as the sea, your voice a mere wisper, your movements fast and light, ready to storm away from every danger. He understood. After all, weren't the knights the first ones that raised their blade over you?  

You need to recover, and everybody will give you all the time that you need. But leave you alone in those empty rooms? Hopeing that one day you'll come out and proclaim your refound love for your acolytes? It's madness, a childish wish, one of those kinds that he had to adjust to.

In the first days, even a simple touch was anticipated by a vocal request, and only after your agreement did he dare to adjust a stray of your hair behind your ear. After a few days, he didn't need to vocalize his actions, but he still waited for your consent. No actions were taken that would cause you to feel in danger. 

Sometimes the attacks come. Remembrance of events that wound you deeply, in your mind and soul. The memory of pure agony and fear, of moments when the ones that were supposed to hold you and protect you, relished in your pain. You scream, to attackers who now want to assist you, to persecutors who want you to believe them.To your killers.

In those moments, there is no sound in your ears, only a strong whistle, like a burning neal in you brain. Hands reaching to you, they wnat to help you? To hold you so they can kill you? Everything it's so hard to understand. Then, a strong pair of arms surround you, a cold breeze enter in your lungs, esperate for oxygen. You can feel a hand that gently caress you back in a circle motion, and a soft voice that whisper your name, your real name, begging you to not listen to the others voices in your head, but to the one that he speak to you now.

When your breath became regular again, a trail of warm tears cross your face, hiccups engulf your cracked voice, and you beg Kaeiya to nt leave, to stay. He doesn't let go, not even when he felt your hands gripping on his furr.

Ayato:

When Thoma came back that day, with your broken body in his arms, Ayaka wasn't able to contain a gulp of shock. Ayato was capable of holding his elegant and controlled posture, but even he had a heart that took pity on you, a simple human that did no mistaike, except of the one that looked so similar to the divine one. He accepted Ayaka and Thoma's request to help you recover, and only after that let you go away. He knew that his beloved sister had some acquaintances on Watatsumi Island, and that they might be able to help in some way. In the time that you spent on the Kamisato estate, you were able to trust your two saviours and Ayato. During your recovery, Ayato started to spend the few free moments he had in your presence, curious to know what kind of secret the so-called impostor could have. Surprisingly, what Ayato had found wasn't someone that wanted nothing but power, but a simple creature that wished to explore a world that they loved and knew like the palm of their hands. He became attached to you, to your voice and excitement. Then, the signs start to show up themselves, revealing your true identity and proof of your divinity. So you were the real one...

Similar to Gorou, Ayato shows no physical attachment to you in public but for different motives.

He knows who he is, what people call him, and how many enemies want to kill him in cold blood. He knows about the danger, and he knows that showing his genuine feelings towards you in public could jeopardize your work. So, if he had to play the role of the humble servant instead of the selfless lover, then it's the price that he had to pay.

albedo & mona sci fi AU concept art for project:tevyat zine