❛❛ gi-blop . . . ♡

liyue is as cheerful as a city as mondstadt is. not really described as one as much as the latter is, but such is evident in the way the children, like the birds in the bright blue sky, chase each other from bubu pharmacy to the docks and above wherever the millelith wasn’t as present.

you were peacefully awaken by the sounds of children playing right outside your residency located in the heart of liyue. you groaned as you stretched in bed, completely oblivious to your supposed ‘duties’ as an adventurer. and what time of the day it was, and what day it was at all. “tart.. tartaglia..?” you groaned through half opened eyes and a yawn that followed suite. throwing your arm over his side of the bed where you expected to hit him in the face as you always used to do on the rare occasions you would wake up earlier than him, you were greeted by nothing but a cold pillow, and a mattress that was tartaglia-less. and this shot you right awake.

“oh my archon.. i overslept.. again!!” you say to no one but yourself, quickly making haste to get ready. and as you stumble and fall around your shared bedroom with the tall ginger who is no where to be found, you make a beeline for the front of your home. you’ve already come to the conclusion that he’s out doing what he does best; a ‘morning walk’ to him was a brawl with the infamous traveler from another world, a ‘brunch’ was an all-you-can-eat buffet at wanmin restaurant, and the ‘little gifts’ he would send you when far from liyue on an expedition was nothing short of but only the best, rarest crystals in all of teyvat. 

the man has no concept of a wallet, nor a budget. no limits on the topic of mora, and in coming up with ways to show that he utterly cares for you.

just as your hands reached out to twist the doorknob, another pair on the other side had swung it open before you in a swift enough motion to knock your nose off your face. “AAH!!” you yelped in response and so did the very ginger male you were just (always) thinking about is standing right in front of you. with a face coated with sweat, blue eyes that once carried no reflection, somehow glimmered only for you, he greeted you with a smile that made your tummy tingle in the loveliest of ways.

“(y/n)! you’re up-”, tartaglia pauses as his eyes dart from you to the clock on the wall behind you, “-early.” he teases as always. you roll your eyes playfully and can’t help but return the smile he continued to carry on his lips. “yeah? would you say it’s my new record?” you place both hands on your hips in a proud motion. and all he does is laugh at how adorable you are. and as he does, you scan his attire that was very much casual, an attire that you thought he would never flaunt in public. he carried a simple black coat that accompanied a simple black shirt with minimal liyue patterns on the side. a few accessories from his signature outfit hanged on the coat, and he had his favorite combat boots on as always. “what- did the harbingers suddenly get a new change of clothes? you know i’m tired of having to wash mitachurl blood off your clothes that get mixed in with mine-” he caught you off with another soft laugh that, no matter how many times you’ve heard it already (and only you get to make him laugh this much. besides the laughs he does when he isn’t quite literally getting high in the middle of a battle), made you feel like you were floating in air. 

“no..” he trails the word sweetly, closing the door behind him before walking past you, your shoulders barely touching as his soft scent tails behind him. “..i just wanted to wear something more comfortable..” he continues to talk with his eyes affixed on the shiny, wooden floor beneath him and his back faces you. “...on my day off..” he throws his coat over a chair, before turning back to face you as he leans casually on a table with his muscular arms crossed. “..that i so kindly requested from the ‘higher’ harbingers.. 

to spend time with.. well, 

you.”

you could feel the blood rush to your cheeks in both embarrassment and in total adoration for the other. it wasn’t a negative kind of embarrassment. but the kind that made you fall so utterly speechless at how he knows just exactly what to say to catch you off guard. and he knows exactly what he’s doing. he knows that he’s so good at making you feel so important. so loved. 

you both knew in each other’s hearts—no words or reassurances had to be muttered—that everything you both said, you both meant. 

“so how about you lose that huge backpack of yours, get into the clothes i know you prefer wearing, and we go out for a late lunch at wanmin? that alright with you, comrade?” he smiles gently at you.

“that sounds perfect, comrade.”