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“okay.. okay! i get it zhongli,” you express loudly when you’ve heard enough of his words, dropping your tense shoulders and letting your head hang low as you rub the bridge of your nose between your fingers to try to ease the unshed tears that threaten to make their escape. except your words are a lie, you don’t get it and don’t know why can’t he understand where you’re coming from. he was always so understanding but tonight your conversation took a turn for the worse and somewhere in the heat of it all, understanding was lost and forgotten from the both of you. your strained throat can’t take much more of this and the shakiness of your words say as much. it's been a long day and an even longer night with your beloved towering over, unintentionally making you feel small both with his stature and choice of words. his tone was so unfamiliar to you, every word feeling like he was talking down to you and the volume of your own voice was something he hardly ever heard from you. even if you felt like you could scream you didn’t want this to continue, not knowing how much more your heart could take. “i’m tired.. let's go to bed.”
zhongli sighs and rolls his shoulders, letting your words and the knowledge you now understand his own lessen his frustration. with your discussion out of the way, tiredness and the need to show you his affection is all that remains. arguments are few and far between with the ex archon, for more reasons than one but most of all, he would hate to be the cause of your sadness. all he ever wanted was to love you. after feeling so far away from you this entire discussion, laying in bed and holding you against his chest sounds like the best possible way to end the heavy night. with a tired smile he reaches for you, ready to lead you back into the bedroom and go through your nightly routine together as you normally do but his smile, and his heart, drop when you walk past him without meeting his gaze and he hears the running water as you get ready by yourself.
in the bathroom, side by side, you wash your faces, brush your teeth and change clothes all without speaking a word to one another. you hardly even look at him but his topaz gaze finds you more than a few times, each quiet moment you don’t return his loving glances making the pit of nervousness in his stomach swirl uncontrollably.
“may i?” he boldly asks when you reach for the hairbrush he recalls purchasing for you when you first started dating, thankfully the day he saw it he had remembered his wallet.
“.. i’ve got it,” you reply quietly, grabbing the brush and working it through your hair. it felt like the words were being choked out of you but you do your best to steady your racing heart and stop the tears forming in your eyes. “i’ll be a bit longer.. you.. you don’t need to wait for me.”
“y/n..”
“it’s okay, everythings fine.” but you’re saying it to yourself just as much as you are him because maybe, just maybe, if you spoke it the universe would make it so, but it doesn't; it doesn’t stop the aching in your chest, it doesn’t silence the echo of his harsh words replaying in your mind, it doesn’t make the tears in your eyes not sting any more. “i’ll be ready soon.”
gulping, and despite his better judgment, he nods and makes his way to the bedroom, preparing your side of the bed before sliding into his own. he hates how tight his stomach feels but he’s certain it’s nothing that holding you and getting some sleep can’t fix. it’s far past when you normally go to bed and now that you had come to a compromise and his body rested against the plush sheets he notices just how tired he actually is. yes, some sleep would do you both good.
he hears the bathroom door close behind you and smiles sweetly, hopefully, his heart feeling lighter the closer you get to your side of the bed.
“sh-”
the feeling of his heart dropping into the - now feeling endless - pit of his stomach stops his words from forming fully and has his smile turning into something sorrowful. but you wouldn’t have seen the pain he wore on his visage from behind the pillow you grabbed and buried the bottom of your face in.
“what are you doing?”
“i- i’m gonna go sleep on the couch..” you bite your bottom lip, hating how little of a shield this pillow made when all you wanted to do was hide from his ember eyes. sometimes you really hated how even when you can’t see them you can still feel them on you. “i’d just like some space right now..”
for the first time in a long time the ex archon felt worthless in his knowledge. zhongli thought he was getting better at grasping the entirety of human emotions but as he tries to process what is going on in your emotions, not sure of what to make of them and honestly not even sure of what the significance of sleeping on the couch is, he starts to realize he may not be as close as he thought and he’s forced to watch the distance he felt between you before grow vaster than he thought possible. the only thing he knows for certain is he would never deny you of what you needed, including space from him.
he can only watch as you grab an extra blanket from the closet and quietly, with gentleness that wouldn’t disturb a fly, close the bedroom door behind you. he wishes you’d at least slam the door behind you, yell at him, give him some physical form of indication that you’re still mad at him, that his argument wasn’t over because this is so much worse.
despite how tired he felt before, he can’t sleep a wink and for far too long he watches the door until eventually his gaze ends up focused on the ceiling above your shared bed, images of your argument replaying in his mind, guilt building higher than the mountains he’s created in all of liyue the longer he reflects on the truth of what happened; how he spoke to you as if you were a child and he a frustrated fool only trying to make sure his point comes across, not listening to your words or seeing how wet your eyes were filled with unshed tears or when your voice was strained with every word you spoke. not changing course when you hid from him and rubbed your nose in an attempt to calm yourself, a nervous habit he knows you have and normally is the only thing to help makes it better. his heart breaks realizing this argument was never truly resolved, all while he was blinded by his feelings about it and was fine with the conclusion but this he was far from fine with. whatever this sleeping on the couch custom was, he hated it, it makes him want nothing more than to hold you in his arms.
hoping you’ll forgive him for not respecting your wishes to be alone, he makes his way down the hallway, his heart stopping him in his tracks when he sees you balled up uncomfortably on the couch, your wet cheeks glistening in the light coming from the bedroom. you must have only fallen asleep a little while ago, with your heart so full of anguish he had caused. watching you now he’s never felt so small, a pebble amongst the tallest mountains that threaten to collapse against his aching chest.
he couldn’t let this continue.
“z-zhongli?” your voice croaks at the feeling of being moved, strong arms adorned in black and gold bringing you safely against the chest that holds that heart that belongs to you. you're too tired to fight it, but even if you weren’t you aren’t sure you’d resist his touch or that your hands could ever resist the warmth of his chest. “what -”
“this isn’t right.” he whispers as he takes steady steps away from the living room to where you rightfully belong; in the comfort and safety of his arms. his forehead resting tenderly against yours. the smell of him invades your senses, calms your racing heart, makes it hard to fight off the sleep you both desperately need. “forgive me, for not letting you sleep on the couch, for not realizing my actions and how they hurt you sooner.”
he’s so thankful you don’t try to get out of his arms and a wave of relief washes over him when he places you into the silky sheet and lets go of you, making his way to his side of the bed but you don’t get up to leave. still, the anxiousness- while much less than it was before - pumped through his veins at the uncertainty of if you wanted or needed to hear his apologies now, if he was allowed to touch you, if he had done the -
all of his thoughts and worries stop when the bed dips as you scoot to his side and press against him, accepting being wrapped in his arms with a tired mumble of his name that has him pulling you flush against his chest. his lips press against your forehead, the love they hold seeping into your skin with every apology and confession of his love he speaks as you drift back to sleep.
when you sleep on the couch after an argument (except its more like the guest room)
diluc ragnvindr x reader
2.1k+ words | zhongli + alhaitham
warnings: hurt/comfort, more hurt on dilucs end im sorry baby❤️ no pronouns used
hello yes not even 24 hours later i'm back with more angst
“just forget i said anything diluc,” you sound as defeated as you feel. it could be so difficult trying to get through to a man as stubborn as him and it only upset you more when you started to lose your cool while diluc remained impassive about the whole situation. you’ve always known he had a difficult time expressing his emotions, especially the more uncomfortable ones like you both feel so swirling in your hearts right now, but that didn’t stop you from wishing he would let you in just a little more when you opened up about your own. you don’t know how long it’s been since the argument started, too long, long enough for the late afternoon sun to turn into dusk. by now your throat hurts, your eyes sting with frustrated tears, your lungs feel like they're suffocating in the heat of the room and all you want is for this to be over, to stop hearing his frustrated tone normally reserved for annoying bar goers and other annoyances being used to speak to you. how much longer could you take of this before you broke.. “i’m too tired to keep going on like this..”
“we’ll be finishing this discussion later.”
the coldness of his tone is the final blow to the cracking dam that was your tear filled eyes. with your back turned towards him, your steps quiet and shaky, you try your best to hide the quiver in your voice as you whisper a small ‘okay’ before exiting the study, softly closing the door behind you. thankfully most of the staff was gone by now and you could walk to your room with your head hanging low, without the embarrassment of them seeing you and accidentally making your tears worse.
you know you won't be able to sleep despite how exhausted you feel but you lay down and curl up in the plush duvet anyways, hating and loving how it smells of cedar, wine and a hint of smoke. you don’t know if the scent of him is making your tears better or worse but you don’t move from the bed until the sun sets behind the open curtains and you hear the large mahogany doors of the manor shut as your beloved heads towards the city. realizing a little too late how it would affect your already fragile heart, you rise from the bed and watch from the window as his figure disappears into the night.
all at once everything feels like too much and you find you can’t handle how every inch of this room feels clouded in your frustration and sadness. you couldn’t be in here, you wouldn’t find sleep with his scent lingering on the sheets. in your upset and frustrated mind you didn’t think you’d find comfort in any reminders of him but you soon found the guest room was not much better. it hadn’t been touched in so long, probably before you even knew diluc, and not a single thing in here is a remnant of him, it’s everything you hate about the room but you weren’t sure which was better. in the end it didn’t really matter, no matter where you were you were bound to cry yourself to sleep, hating that you’d still feel this way when you had to face this argument again in the morning.
“we’ll be finishing this discussion later,” he says, forcing himself to tear his attention away from you and return to the paperwork that needed to be filled out hours ago. you were getting nowhere like this, you both knew it and the only way he knows how to calm the uncomfortable tightness through his whole chest, that creeps up his spine and rattles his stolid demeanor, is to throw himself into his work, and he does just that.
he hardly notices the sun set and the darkness throughout the study as he gets through contract after contract. only when the words on the parchment became not enough to distract him from your argument and he was finding it harder to ignore the emotions still coursing through his veins was he pulled from his work. despite the late hour there was still so much to be done, the night was far from over for him. he slips on his coat as he exits the study to head to the city but is stopped at the edge of the steps, his eyes drifting slowly towards your closed bedroom door. he swears he could choke on his heart in his throat. he does his best to swallow it, and takes some solace in the fact the room is dark. hopefully that means you’ve found sleep.
he doesn’t even make it to the city before every ounce of his frustrations is used to fuel the burning flames in every swing of his claymore; every hilichurl, every abyss mage and treasure hoarder that was unfortunate enough to come in his path feeling the searing scorch of the uncrowned king of mondstadt.
as enemies lay defeated before him, proof of his anger, the feelings raging inside him turn from irritation at you for being stubborn, to confused frustration about the whole situation, to guilt ridden self loathing about his blindness and bullheadedness. why is it only now, as he analyzes the fight over and over, that he sees the tears pooling in your eyes, that he truly hears your words and that all you said came from nothing but concern for his health, all because you loved him and cared for him. it was him who was being stubborn. he pushed you away, he kept you at arms distance when you were so ready to accept all of him and tonight he pushed you even further from his heart but that was something he never wanted. without you -
his claymore clanks on the ground beside him as he tears off a sullied glove and rubs the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger before running his hand through his frazzled locks, trying to compose himself. archons he hates this. he hates arguing with you. he hates feeling so far away from you even though he knows he has no one else to blame but himself. he hates seeing you cry and even more than that, he detests being the one to cause your tears.
his aching heart leads him home, sending a plea to the universe that you’re still asleep and you will stay asleep as he holds you tightly against him, not caring how desperate his grip will be. he knows he messed up and when you awake tomorrow he’ll apologize from the bottom of his heart and keep his promise to do better, accept his consequences but tonight he can't be away from you any longer.
with quiet footsteps he makes his way up the grand staircase and to your shared bedroom, shaking hands quietly closing the door behind him. the sweet smell of you wafts faintly in the air and lessens the pressure tightly in his chest. hanging his coat on its hanger by the door, shedding his vest and changing from his day clothes to something more suited for sleep he wants nothing more than to crawl into bed with you. but as he steals glances at the bed, while normally hard to make out much through the drapes on the canopy, he notices how empty the bed looks. it has his heart pounding in his chest but he remains rational, it's dark and you often like to curl up, it’s oka-
he pulls back the drapes on your side of the bed, slowly at first, but when he sees the bed is completely devoid of you his body goes rigid, the heat his worried heart flares up nearly catching the drapes on fire. letting out what was supposed to be a breath to relax him, to not let his mind run with the worst of assumptions, with the fear he refused to let form fully until now- was this fight really enough for you to leave like this? had he lost you thanks to no other than himself, rather than the darkness that usually took those he loved- of perhaps he was the dar- no diluc. get a grip.
he had to think rationally before he burned all of teyvat down in search of you.
plenty of times you’ve fallen asleep on the couch while waiting for him to return, he hadn’t even thought to look there when he came home- his tunnel vision bringing him to the place you should be. gripping tightly onto the banister, he quickly makes his way down to the parlor and feels his barely held together calm slip completely when you’re nowhere to be found.
every door, even ones that don’t make sense- closets, the pantry, the cellar- are thrown open in search of you. every guest room that hasn't seen a guest in so long has the master's attention, one by one turning up empty, taking more of his sanity until he feels like he's suffocating. there’s only one more guest room left and he doesn’t waste a moment opening the door and lighting the candle by the bookshelf to illuminate the room and hopefully you.
he honestly isn’t sure how he makes it to the bed. he swears once he sees you laying in the normally untouched sheets his knees threaten to give way but nothing could stop him from holding you. he had to, if he didn't, what was the possibility this wouldn’t be real or that you’d slip right through his grasp while he was unable to do anything.. even if that chance was miniscule, it wasn’t a risk he was willing to take. he couldn’t imagine his life without you, more than anything else in this world he loved you.
shaking hands that grip and pull you harder than they intended to make it impossible not to be stirred from your restless sleep but you don’t question who it is, this warmth could only belong to him. you attempt to sit up to get a better look at him, to rub the sleepiness from your puffy eyes, but his arm wrapped around your middle and his other hand buried in your hair holds you steady against him, your face buried in the crook of his neck, tickled by soft vermillion locks.
“‘dil-”
“please forgive y/n..” he pleads softly. “i’m sorry for being so stubborn, i regret you see that part of me from time to time but y/n.. i.. i love you more than i know how to express.. i will do better for you. i can’t- i can’t lose you.”
“lose me?” your tired mind finally registers just how hard his heart is beating against your chest, how his breath is uneven, that his grip on you keeps growing tighter with each passing moment. it's almost crushing but you don’t protest, you need it just as badly as he does. pressing your head against his shoulder, accepting him completely, you speak honestly and hope he’ll hear the love behind your words. “‘luc, i’m not going anywhere.”
“i don’t know what i’d-”
“my love, you don’t need to worry about that,” your lips find his exposed neck and you place a tender kiss against his porcelain skin. “i’ll always be by your side. nothing will change that.”
you swear you feel his heart skip a beat. “i do not deserve you.”
“that is far from the truth. you are deserving love and everything you could ever hope for-”
“you are all i hope for, all i need…”
his confessions of love continue, each one stealing your breath away, melting away any lingering sadness from your fight. he leaves you blushing, speeches and you can’t help but cling to him. all of his promises, all of his apologies, were so full of honesty and love, they consumed you, dilucs love encompassed you and you melted against him, your heart so full you didn’t know what else to do but cry.
somewhere in the eternal warmth of his love and words he had lifted you up higher to rest his forehead against yours, to feel your touch, leaning into every brush of your fingers behind his ear as you moved hair out of his face and returned his love in kind.
only celestia would know how long you spent spilling the contents of your hearts until tears of love and pure exhaustion brought you both to sleep in each other's embrace, in a bed that wasn’t your own. but it didn’t matter, wherever you were together the flames of your hearts burned brightest and couldn’t be torn asunder.
he tends to keep everyone at bay, as if he has to guard himself from anyone getting close to him physically, but really he’s keeping them away from his heart
so when he lets his shoulder brush up against yours in the most delicate way you can’t help but feel a surge of emotion
this man, who keeps everyone at arms length just let you into his personal space
but still, you don’t think much of it because you are walking through mondstadt and it’s a bit crowded that day, so it was probably an accident
but it happens again
and this time there’s no excuse for how close he is
you’re at his tavern, after everyone’s left and you offered to help clean, which surprisingly doesn’t take long but it does tire you out
so you both take a seat by the bar, stools less than a foot away
he could have sat on any other stool, but he chose the one right next you, the one that forces your arms to lean against each other comfortably
ii. zhongli
it start off as subtle brushes of fingers when he hands you your tea during your many afternoon chats
you don’t think much of it because those things happen often, and this is zhongli of all people, of course he isn’t doing it on purpose
although you do seem to catch a glint in his eye each time and perhaps a smile?
but despite being a patient man, he grows tired of waiting for you to catch on to his subtle advances
he doesn’t want to be too forward all of a sudden though, so he requests you take a walk with him
and during said walk he gently guides you through and out of the city, occasionally placing a hand on your shoulder to lead you a certain way
but the real give away is when you stop at the edge of a cliff overlooking the beautifully lit city and he gently brushes a stray piece of hair, holding it tenderly for a few seconds before letting go
iii. xiao
if you thought diluc was distant and guarded, xiao is all that and covered in armor, nothing can touch him
not mentally, not physically, not even emotionally, or so you thought
that is until the day a battle broke out in liyue, you were doing your part to save the people and got ambushed by the fatui, you thought it was the end, you couldn’t take them all, but xiao came to your rescue
he not only did quick work of them but immediately rushed to your side and checked for any injuries, but you had none, it was him who had cuts all over
you thought he wouldn’t let you, but once the fight was over, he let you tend to them without flinching once at your touch
iv. thoma
thoma can be quite the gentleman when it comes to gestures because he tends to ayaka most of his time, but apart from her there are few who get to see that delicate and poise side of him
usually he’s his energetic self who likes to joke around and eat
so it’s when he holds your hand to help you keep your balance as you walk down a steep hill and you notice just how warm it is
or that light pink tint on his cheeks
perhaps it’s from the strain of the walk, but then why does he avoid making eye contact with you?
you’re not entirely sure about the reason, but you can tell something is up
it’s not like he goes out of his way to care for others like he does you (apart from ayaka of course)
v. gorou
everyone knows they are not allowed to touch gorou’s ears no matter the rumors they’ve heard, so how come you can?
sure, you sneak in a pet or two every once in a while when he’s least expecting it, but he doesn’t reprimand you like he does the others
he also hardly ever stand so close to others, whatever the reason it’s obvious there is some favoritism going on
and whenever he is in a conference with the army, giving instructions, he always guides your hand through the map as if it’s the most natural thing
a lot of the members are starting to notice
vi. itto
personal space is not part of itto’s vocabulary, it is nonexistent
you never know where you stand with him because he does it with everyone, it can be very confusing, but unlike everyone else, it’s when he keeps his distance
that doesn’t mean he will stay away from you because he won’t, he will constantly be there, it just means he’s very self-conscious about his movements
this will take a long time for him to realize and start doing though… a very long time
so his distance might just mean he lost a battle with someone and is pouting about it, but at the very least you’ll hear all about it
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diluc ragnvindr + kaeya alberich x reader with no pronouns used
warnings: hurt/comfort, crying, written mostly from the boys pov
diluc
the moment he sees tears rolling down your cheeks the blinding, burning, pit that was his anger quickly dissipates into nothing more than flickering embers, your tears the moisture that snuffs them out completely. his chest feels so tight, his heartbeat pounding in his ears accompanied by the sobs you try desperately to cover up, his hands with a subtle tremble as they hesitate to reach out to you. it only feels worse when you try to hide your sad expression. he hated to see you cry, there is little he wouldn’t do to rid you of the things that took away your smile but to be the one to bring you to tears. it makes his chest ache and his own eyes sting.
he wills his unsteady feet to move closer to you, each step feeling more tense than the last as his anxieties grow. would the last thing you would want right now be his comfort? would he even be able to speak with the guilt and nerves wrapping tightly around his throat? would his touch only make you feel worse? does he even deserve to hold you? his worries and thoughts rattle in his head, on the verge of giving him whiplash. what’s going to happen after this.. what punishment is best fit for making the one person he wanted to protect shrink back and try to hide from him.. would you ask him to leave or leave yourself.. in the face of your crying visage it all feels like a mess inside his normally organized thoughts. the only thing he knows for certain is he wanted to stop your tears, more than anything else - please.. don’t cry anymore.
gulping down the building unease that’s kept him quiet until now his dry lips part to speak but your small voice stops any words from leaving his throat.
“i’m sorry,” you whisper, using the pads of your fingers to try to wipe the wetness from your cheeks but it’s fruitless to try. no matter how badly you didn’t want to, you couldn’t stop your eyes from weeping. you know he’s been so busy, his duties ever growing, the stress of the abyss’ threats weighing heavily on him but you hadn’t meant to upset him or to make his already bubbling frustrations worse. you hadn’t meant for your conversation to get to this point and you tried your hardest to keep the tears from spilling past your lashes, you wanted to be strong for him, but under the burning gaze that looked through you rather than at you and in the deep growling tone that normally was only reserved for annoying bar goers and enemies, you found yourself weak to the heart that beat uncomfortably in your chest.
he couldn’t have prepared himself for the way his heart felt as heavy as lead as it dropped to his stomach and his lungs contracted tightly with his quick inhale at your words. you shouldn’t be the one apologizing. w-why were you apologizing? he reaches out for you, to pull you against him, to wipe your tears but he can’t bring his hands to connect.
“y/n..”
suddenly your hands find the lapel of his jacket and your tears begin to collect on the dark fabric filled with his scent as you bury your face into his chest. he doesn’t understand why you want to touch him after he brought you to tears but after a moment of his arms hovering above your shaking figure, he wraps them around you with the intention to never let you go. one hand tangles in your hair and keeps your face against his chest, the other wrapped tightly around your middle, holding you against him as if there was any distance between your bodies the universe would take you from him.
“i’m so sorry y/n.. please forgive me.. my love..” he continues to speak his apologies and comforts in hopes of calming your sobbing, his voice thick with his own overwhelming emotions. if it weren’t for how tightly he held you against him, and how it grew tighter with every word, you might have felt his hands still trembling but his fears no longer hold him back from ensuring he made this right and brought back your lovely smile.
that night, once you’re both calmer and unable to separate from each other, he kisses your puffy eyes with the most tender of kisses, feeling his heart contract uncomfortably each time he remembers it was his fault in the first place. if you accept him, he'd ask to take a bath with you, washing your hair and body, giving you every ounce of his love and affection. he’d smile softly in hopes it would bring a smile to your own face and when it does, his chest would light up with warm, welcoming heat.
he makes a silent promise to himself as you lay in his arms that night that he’d do everything in his power to never make you cry again. he was meant to stop your tears, not to be the cause of them. he only wanted to protect you, all he wanted was a life where you could always be your beautiful, smiling, radiant self and he would do everything in his power to ensure you could continue to do just that.
he finds it hard to sleep that night, preferring to run his calloused fingers through your hair, place loving kisses to your forehead and watch over you. eventually the calming rise and fall of your breath and in the way you clung to him just as he did you, he found his eyes heavy and his breath in tandem with your own, holding you impossibly close through the whole night, pouring him heart, his heat, into every inch of your body that touched his.
kaeya
his whole world around him stops when the first tear rolls down your cheek and suddenly the air feels so thick, hard to breathe but trying to swallow it down only made it worse. he can’t even recall what he was saying the moments leading up to this, the only thing echoing in his ears is your soft crying that you try so hard to hide from him and the voice in his head telling him this is his fault.
“y-y/n,” he stutters. his uneasy voice so different from his normal suave tone. he’s panicking, his heart threatening to beat right out of his chest but his own condition is the last thing on his mind. no, please don’t cry.. fuck.. “i’m sorry.” he takes a step forward and reaches out for you with unsteady hands. he had to hold you, surely it would make this right, it could stop your tears. it had so many times before but those times he had never been the cause of your tears. “i’m so-”
his words are cut off when his hand is close enough he can feel your warmth, the pads of his fingers lightly brushing the softness of your shirt just to have it ripped away, leaving him in the cold when you pull away. you had never pulled away from him, never wanted to shy away from his touch unless he was teasing you too much. you always found comfort in him. if nothing else in the world, he was certain he was meant to hold you in his arms and protect you but how was that possible when he was the one to blame from this, when you wouldn’t accept him.
the pressure of his world crashing down on him nearly brings him to his knees. starry blue eyes widen and as if it was even possible, his heart tortures him further, contracting painfully as he tries to process and accept what just happened. were you slipping through his fingers just like everyone else he had loved? was he simply not meant to love and be loved.. he knew he didn’t deserve you, he had always known that he was not a man worthy of love, worthy of you but once you were in his life he could no longer live without you and those feelings only grew as your love flourished. his mind simply can’t stop running with the worst of his fears and reminders of how unworthy he was to hold someone as pure as you. it makes the scar over his covered eye itch and burn once more. how many times would he hurt the ones who loved him..
his feet scream at him to move, to run away or move closer to you or some mix of the two, he truly isn’t sure. which would protect either of you from him? he doesn’t know but the bile in his stomach only grows the longer he stands in front of your shaking form doing nothing. what could he do when he felt so helpless? he doesn’t know and the uncertainty sends his panic further but when he sees your eyes flash up at him, weeping and filled with some many emotions- sadness, fear, longing- he quickly abandons the idea of leaving.
“w-wait- please.. please don’t go k-kaeya..” you plead through your tears and take a step closer to him. something in his stance must have told you of his thoughts, or perhaps it was your uncanny ability to constantly see through the mirage he put up. it hurt to hear him speak to you like he had, you didn’t expect it to bring you to tears so easily and at first you weren’t sure you wanted his touch when you were feeling so overwhelmed but having him leave would be so much worse. you weren’t sure your heart could bear it. “don’t go!” you cry as you throw your arms around his middle in hopes to keep him here with you, your wet cheeks sticking to his exposed chest.
your touch melts the glacier of his uncertainties and worries and the only thing that remains is his determination to make you smile once more, to give you a loving kiss for every tear he was the cause of. he would do anything to make this right. his arms envelop you, holding you as close as he possibly can with his nose buried in your hair, his cool breath against your hair as he speaks. “i’m not going anywhere.” he sounds as steady as the ice he’d use till the end of his life to protect you. “i’m a fool y/n.. forgive me..” even if i don’t deserve it. “please.. forgive me”
kaeya has held you close countless times but never like this, never like you were only mere moments from falling through his fingers like sand, never with shaking hands and such raw emotion filled apologies spilling from his lips that normally only knew words covered in sugar. it brought him comfort feeling you return his intensity in kind. and for the rest of the night, he doesn’t let you go. strong arms carry you into the bedroom and lay you down in the sheets like you were the most fragile thing to be created before your whole world is covered in soft sapphire hair, the smell of wine and saffron, and warm kisses. every remaining tear you shed is captured by the hands that swear to protect you above all else, followed by a kiss from the lips you love and crave more than anything else in this world.
his affections were always plentiful but for the remainder of the night, and many following days after, you would feel them tenfold. even when your puffy eyes closed and you were snuggled safely into his chest with your breath steady in your sleep he showered you with his love, his hands never being able to leave you, his eyes couldn’t be torn from your figure, his confessions of love only stopping when he found himself no longer able to fight off sleep. the fear he’d wake up and your make up would all be a dream kept him holding onto you tightly all night, your smallest movement tearing him from slumber just to pull you closer to him, as if there was any space between you to give from the last time he pressed you against him.
he couldn’t let you go and he would do what he could to never bring saddened tears to your eyes again. there was nothing that he loved more than your smile and he alone would go against the world to protect it.
as you were a person of bubbly character, he'd gotten used to your bright and cheerful nature, and the ridiculous shenanigans that came along with it. that included your numerous tries to woo him into dating you, with each attempt ending in failure. you weren't too depressed by it, returning to your usual jovial personality even after rejections... and he'd taken that for granted. he didn't expect you to do the “push-and-pull” tactic on him, and neither did he expect it'd work so well.
includes: diluc, xiao & childe
pt. 2 - zhongli, albedo & kazuha
pt. 3 - ayato & heizou
DILUC wasn't too pleased to see you at angel's share so often at the beginning, but he eventually got used to your presence — begrudgingly, of course. there would be no way he was anticipating your visits, that's plain absurd. he just so happened to be the bartender that time, and you were the one coming to see him, not the other way around. that said, you don't approach him the moment you step foot inside; you made it a habit to converse with other customers first before taking a seat on a bar stool, showering DILUC with the usual compliments and idle chatter. it never seems like he listened properly to whatever you were saying, too busy mixing drinks and wiping glasses, but you knew he was. on what basis? a hunch. which wasn't all that trustworthy, but you wholeheartedly believe in it.
this night didn't start out differently from the rest. the door swung open, and his eyes flickered to the newcomer. ah, it was you, strolling up toward a table with your acquaintances. nothing out of the ordinary. but time passed: half an hour had gone by, then another, and then... huh, it's awfully late. it was right about the time you usually left- hey, wait, you're already leaving? DILUC was nearly startled into dropping a glass, and it wasn't his proudest moment. why were you going when you haven't said a single word to him?
“you're leaving?”
you knew you'd won the second he uttered those words. you spun on your heel, looking almost smug, and DILUC had never felt so defeated before. “yes, i have an early start tomorrow, so i'm afraid i don't have the time to chat right now.” he wanted to argue that you had enough time to chat with the other patrons, he really did, but he'd only look like an immature fool.
he placed down the wine glass in his hands, sighing. “would you allow me to accompany you home?”
oh, you've won, alright.
XIAO was often the receiving end of your pointless chatter, ranging from complaints from an exhausting day at work to trivial matters like what you were planning to have for dinner that evening. it was an arrangement XIAO never signed up for — somehow, you'd gotten a hold of his usual spot at wangshu inn and made it a habit to sit next to him whenever you were free and proceed to fill his ears with useless blabbering. he thought of it as a mild inconvenience, and told you as such: “your presence is irritating.”
you seemed a little shaken then, frozen in shock for a split second. but your expression warmed into a sheepish smile, and it looked somewhat stiff, but XIAO made no move to comment on it. “is that what you really think?” he didn't feel inclined to nod, nor did he deny it.
perhaps he should've.
you didn't visit the next day, or the next, or even the next after that. XIAO thought nothing of it at first, since it wasn't odd for you to miss visits on consecutive days. but you didn't come for a week, and then another, and-
he was tired of turning around to look behind him each time he heard footsteps padding against the floor, only to be devasted to not see the person he was expecting. it was certainly strange... how come you never paid him a visit? you've never gone for so long without seeing him, which obviously meant the same for him, and he'd been feeling antsy without the assurance you were alive and well. verr goldet had told him you were only busy with your job, but he needed to confirm it with his own eyes.
he was just about ready to give up waiting for you that day and head off to his own room when his ears picked up on the sound of creaking from the stairs. he glanced at its direction, mentally prepared to be disappointed, only to see... you, hesitant to step closer. oh. it was actually you.
his heart fluttered in glee and you nervously laughed, “oh, sorry, i didn't think you were still here... yanxiao asked me to fetch a couple of things for him and it was late so i didn't assume you'd still be around.”
your words were deaf to his ears as XIAO himself approached you with his own feet. and, well, if he'd walked with hurried strides or accidentally slipped a smile or two, then nobody could blame him.
CHILDE could be described as mean. not a total douchebag, but pretty close to it — even scaramouche had dubbed him as such, and it wasn't just because he disliked the fellow harbinger.
CHILDE was fully aware of his own charm, and though he wasn't one to boast about it, he knew how attractive he was: physical features aside, he was good at fighting, and he knew how to cook, not to mention he had an overwhelming wealth to brag for. it wasn't unusual for people to flock over him to curry his favor, and he'd be lying if he said he disliked it.
he had a terrible hobby, you see. CHILDE would set his eyes on a particular person that piqued his interest, shower them with attention, gift them with whatever they could ever ask for, and treat them with nothing but kindness. but then he'd act distant the next moment, indifferent to their advances, until that person would become impatient and take the initiative themself. he found satisfaction in the way someone would beg for his affection, the way they clung to him so desperately... and yet he'd grow tired of them once the fun was over, and he'd repeat the process again. a heartbreaker at his core.
at the beginning, you were just that — another pitiful victim to CHILDE's whims. you were so, so gullible, so easy to please. you smiled at every insincere compliment, gasped at even the cheapest of presents. “thank you,” you'd say each time, genuine gratitude plastered all over your expression, and CHILDE would feel the tiniest twinge of guilt squeezing his heart. his conscience was screaming at him to stop.
but more than anything, he wondered what you would do if he ignored you altogether.
he thought you'd be adorable, shyly grasping the back of his shirt to ask him out on a date yourself. he wanted to see that, to tease you for being so straightforward. and maybe he'd even take you seriously, something he'd never done before. you were a special case, after all; the idea of dating you was... nice. he'd treat you even better than before, treasure you to the best of his abilities. he'd give you anything you asked for.
but you didn't seek him out. no, you never paid him any mind, batted an eyelash at his sudden absence. you weren't bothered by his disappearance at all, just as cheerful as you've always been, and he didn't like that. he didn't like that at all. he didn't want to see you being fine without him, when he'd been aching from distancing himself from you. it was unfair. he wanted you to long for him the same way he longed for you.
and at his wit's end when he knocked on your door at late evening, coming face to face with your knowing smile, he knew he got a taste of his own medicine.
hi wifi!
sorry if im disturbing you at the moment , but may i req hurt/comfort w mothman? the reader jst feels really left out most of the time and their beloved mothman comes and cuddle them the whole day or smt that cheers them up ?? sorry if this doesnt make sense 😭, not forcing btw! ALSO can i be 💌anon? JHKJS OKOK HAVE A NICE DAY!!
my dear, you're not disturbing me at all!!! i think this is something we all have dealt with at one point or another, so i am happy to provide <333
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Never Alone
Synopsis: Being continuously excluded from your circle of friends hurts, and Childe is determined to help you feel better.
Foul Legacy Childe x Reader
Pronouns: Gender Neutral (no pronouns mentioned)
Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Comfort
Warnings: Crying, mentions of loneliness and feeling empty, worries about not being good enough
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Another day, another sunrise, spent silently in solace. Your fingers wind into your covers, clenching them tightly for a brief moment, before sighing and letting them slip from your grasp. Just this morning you’d discovered that your lovely friends had arranged time to spend together, to talk and get lunch, and had woefully forgotten to invite you to the outing.
Again.
They always seemed to forget about you- ever since you’d gotten a job, it was excuse after excuse about how you’re always busy, always working so of course they’d assume you had no time. More often than not it was true, so you’d forgive them, guilt sitting heavily in your stomach, and tell them to ask you next time, even if you were busy.
They never did, even though they promised. They never stopped by, even though they said they would, smiles plastered on their faces. They never even asked, only admitting after you confronted them. Perhaps they all would’ve kept it secret forever if you hadn’t noticed, and the thought makes you blink back tears that’ve been threatening to fall for hours.
No. You refuse to cry. Crying won’t make your friends include you more, in anything, and you so despise self-pity; so you won’t cry, you won’t, even if it leaves you feeling tense and empty and aching all at once.
Your eyes close as you exhale, trying to take some calming breaths, because feeling hollow is better than feeling crushingly sad- anything is better than the weighted sorrow that emerges whenever you’re left alone with your thoughts- but it’s a slow process, and despite your best efforts you have to bite your tongue to keep from grinding your teeth together.
There’s a few firm knocks on the door, and when you don’t answer the knocks turn to light scratches, the sound of determined pawing reverberating through the otherwise silent room. Still you don’t answer, too tired to rise from your bed, and the scratching eventually fades before you hear what sounds like a resolved huff.
The door, closed but unlocked, creaks open, and Childe slips through while shutting it behind him. Your beloved moth monster roommate chirps and flutters his wings, making his way over to you and being mindful not to bump any of the trinkets displayed around your room.
He’s always so careful about these things, about not breaking anything, and the sheer consideration brings a lump to your throat again.
Childe kneels beside your bed, resting his head on your legs with a sweet purr and tilting his head towards you, an earnest shine in his eye. You reach out and settle your hand in his soft ginger hair, and his purrs increase in volume and strength until you can feel him shivering in bliss under your palm. Your hand moves down from his head to his face, then to his neck where his purrs are strongest, your fingers buzzing pleasantly from the sound. Childe cranes his head upwards, a sign that he wants you to scratch under his chin, and when you proceed his eye slips shut and he leans into your touch, melting at your gentle strokes His blissed-out purrs and croons make you smile, even just a little bit, and when Childe opens his eye again he looks oddly satisfied and pleased to see your grin.
Your hand stops as realization dawns on you, and Childe nudges into your palm and rumbles contentedly.
He was planning this. He wants you to feel better, wants you to smile because he cares about you, he loves you; because you’re his as much as he’s yours and seeing you smile makes him smile, too. The very thought fills your eyes with unshed tears, and Childe leans forward to press his forehead against yours, the steady hum of his purrs running through you.
The purrs draw out your tears, the shining droplets elated to finally be free as they create damp, silent tracks down your cheeks. You lean your weight, the weight of yourself and the burdens you carry, onto Childe’s shoulder, and he catches you, arms clasped behind your back and claws tapping their way up your spine.
With your face buried in his lilac fluff, he carries you from your room to the kitchen, where sunlight plays on the hardwood floor. You let out a whine when he sets you down, reaching for him, but Childe nudges his face against your cheek with a reassuring coo before trundling off to rummage through the cabinet. Before long there’s a plate of your favorite snacks and fruits on the table, and he pushes it towards you with a nod- it’s for you, after all!
Slowly you munch on the food, savoring the flavors as Childe kneels beside you on a cushion, more preferable than a chair. Every so often you turn and offer him a piece or slice and he happily accepts it, but for the most part he simply watches you, head leaning against your shoulder and claws slowly stroking your hair. When you finish he purrs again, pleased, and suddenly your plate is in the sink and you’re back in Childe’s arms, his talons under your knees and back. He walks across the house, and you allow him, resolving yourself to go wherever he takes you, as his gentle affections fill the empty hole in you with warmth.
Childe pushes the door to his room- his really only in concept, because he rarely uses it at night, preferring to sleep in your bed- open, stepping lightly between the multiple blankets and pillows scattered on the floor before placing you down in the primary pile and flopping down beside you.
He trills in delight as he burrows under the covers, adjusting the nest-like structure and reemerging with several blankets in tow, tucking them around you and plopping his head down onto your lap. With a crooked smile your hands soon find their way into his hair, scratching and massaging around the base of his horns. When you scritch a certain spot behind them, Childe chirps and pushes his head against your palms, urging you to continue.
But soon your pets slow, your hand eventually dropping to your side, and Childe whines in concern. You sigh, melancholy filling your chest again, and you clench your fists as it makes its way to your brain and fills your head with what ifs.
What if you never become good enough?
What if people continue to forget about you?
What if one day, Childe finds you boring, and he leaves you behind too?
A gentle brush against your cheek brings you back to reality, and Childe takes your chin between his fingers so he can tilt your head up to look at him. Soft concern and worry, sweet as honey and deep as the sea, fills his azure gaze as he traces your features with the tip of a claw, like you do so often for him.
His touch slips from your face to your trembling hands, which he takes in his own, larger ones and brings to his face, talons wrapped around your wrists reassuringly. Without spoken words, he conveys his love for you, his dear one, the person who saved him in his darkest hour, by nuzzling into your palms and letting out a deep, soothing rumble, and you feel a rush of affection for your wonderful roommate that chases away the dark clouds hovering around your mind.
Almost as if to solidify his point, Childe gives you a mischievous lick on the cheek, and you let out a surprised laugh and fall into his chest. You hug him as best you can with a squeeze, a true, broad smile lighting up your face as the sun shines brighter and the sea gleams clear and free. A chitter of laughter rises from Childe, sweeping you into his arms and tumbling over backwards into the blankets, happiness dashing all the worry and fretting he’d been doing secretly, when you weren’t looking.
That day and night and the ones after that are spent in delight and joy, the both of you reveling in each other’s company and the singular knowledge that fills you with hopeful glee, something so simple yet so precious to both an insignificant human and a Harbinger touched by the Abyss.
With Childe by your side, you’ll never be alone.
Hellooo I have returned with another request :’D! Could u maybe do comfort hcs (is that a thing?) with Diluc and Xiao (separately) with an s/o who really hates arguing bc their parents used to do it frequently? And so the first time Diluc/Xiao and s/o argue, s/o starts to cry and keeps apologizing to end the argument, and the boys comfort them and tell them they’ll still love them even after they argue or smth like that :’)
Srry if it’s too specific lol, u can change it in any way if u want! Also u don’t have to do it if it makes u uncomfy or smth, I understand if it does lol!
Also also, this might seem obvious but ik u have a lot of requests atm so u don’t have to do mine anytime soon. I would’ve waited to submit this but then I would’ve forgotten to lol, anyways I’m rambling so that’s it :D! I hope ur having a good day/night <33
Diluc and Xiao Comforting You After Making You Cry
Fandom: Genshin Impact
Characters: Diluc, Xiao x gn!Reader
Type/Genre: Headcanons, hurt/comfort
Warnings: Crying
Diluc
Diluc didn't realize that, as his anger was fueled by his exhaustion, his voice was also getting louder and louder as he tried to explain his side of the argument.
He doesn’t mean to, but they drown out the little apologies you were uttering under your breath.
It’s only when you bury your face in your hands, muffling a strangled sob, does he realize that he was practically yelling.
Immediately stops, lowering his voice as he apologizes for losing his temper
Asks you to raise your face to look at him. If you refuse, he won’t push you but still lingers closeby.
If you let him, he’ll gently pull your hand from your face. He instead brings it to his lips, whispering apologies into your skin.
Mentally beating himself up in his head for getting angry and scaring you.
Vows to never raise his voice like that against you ever again
Extra soft and gentle towards you afterwards, showering you with love and gifts as a way of apology. He’ll treat you like you’re made of the most fragile glass that will shatter with one more careless word from him.
Makes you a warm mug of your favourite tea, planting delicate kisses against your temple when he gives it to you.
“I’m sorry for getting angry, darling. I love you, so please, look at me.”
Xiao
At a lost for words
What did he do?
The moment you burst into tears, he immediately forgets why the two of you were even arguing in the first place.
His eyes are wide and he feels like the wind was knocked out of him.
Why are you crying? Was it because of him?
He’s frozen in place like a deer in headlights as you apologize over and over.
All he can think about is no, you shouldn’t be apologizing, he should be the one begging for your forgiveness. Whatever the two of you were arguing about before, Xiao felt he was automatically in the wrong for making you cry.
But he doesn’t know what to say—his throat is dry and he wants to dart out of the room, run away from the situation. He’s scared he’ll say one more thoughtless word, make another rash action, and he’ll hurt you even more
But he hates seeing you cry
Perhaps it was selfish of him, but he wanted to hold you in his arms, holding you close to him as a way of apology
Gingerly, carefully, he’ll wrap his arms around you. If you flinch, he’ll pull away, but he wants you to know that even if he’s bad with words, he still cares
Presses your head against the crook of his neck as he smooths your hair, mumbling apologies into your ear.
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— when they come home in the middle of the night (part 2)
part 1
characters: childe, itto, albedo
genre: fluff
<writing these were so fun! hope you enjoy reading them>
CHILDE drags himself up the steps leading to the front door, wincing at the twinge of pain in his shoulder as he reaches for the handle.
when he carefully pushes open the door, he’s met with a cold glare and the sight of you standing with your arms folded across your chest.
your eyes flicker away from him to the clock on the wall, and his eyes follow yours. he curses inwardly when he sees that it’s currently way past midnight.
he hadn’t expected to run into a band of bandits when retrieving a package from someone across town, and the few minutes he had promised you it would take him to run this small errand had turned into hours– which brings him to this moment.
“you took your time.”
“I… had to take a small detour,” he manages to stutter out.
you raise your eyebrows at him, and childe doesn’t know what else to say so he blurts out the only words on his mind at this hour, “it’s late.”
with a small sigh, you hum in agreement before making your way towards him. childe sees the concern swimming in your eyes as you draw closer.
your hand reaches up and he feels your fingertips gently graze over the small bruises littering his face, and he almost wants to lean into your touch.
“I thought you would be asleep,” he says sheepishly. “aren’t you tired?”
you hesitate, slowly lowering your hand to your side, but you nod.
“sorry,” he mumbles, looking down at the ground.
“I’m glad you’re back,” you say softly, and he feels you slip your hand in his.
childe looks up, seeing the small, forgiving smile on your lips makes him feel a little better, and he squeezes your hand gently, “c’mon, let's go get some rest.”
ITTO didn’t mean to get lost when he was trying to catch an onikabuto that kept hopping around, and he definitely didn’t mean to come home so late.
he tries his best to be quiet, and yet the floorboards still creak with each step he takes.
itto freezes when he sees you asleep on the sofa with an open book laid out on your lap and your head slumped awkwardly on top of the armrest. after a nervous gulp, he slowly makes his way towards you.
he knew that spending the night alone on the large bed would feel lonely, and the way you were sleeping looked uncomfortable, so slowly and carefully, he slides his arms under you and lifts you up.
you stir against him and he freezes in place. once you finally settle comfortably in his arms, itto lets out a large sigh of relief.
“hey,” a sleepy voice calls out, making his heart almost jump out of his chest and his eyes snap to you.
“h-hey,” he stutters.
“what’s happening?” you mumble sleepily, looking up at him with tired eyes.
he breaks into a smile, “I’m bringing you to bed, the sofa didn’t look comfortable.”
you hum in agreement and let your eyes flutter shut. he feels you stir in his arms again, but this time, you bury your face into his chest.
“I wanna sleep here,” you murmur with a small smile as you open one eye to look up at him. “you’re warm.”
itto feels his entire face heat up, and he’s thankful that it’s dark so you couldn’t see the redness spreading embarrassingly across his face.
the moon is at it’s peak when ALBEDO returns home from the laboratory.
his eyes widen when he sees you slumped over your desk with your head resting on your arms. he doesn’t miss the mess of papers scattered around you and the uncapped pen laying beside your hand.
the small, flickering light from the desk lamp lights up your peaceful expression in the otherwise dark room, and albedo feels a small smile tugging on his lips.
he walks over to the desk and places a hand on your arm, shaking you gently so as to not surprise you.
you lift your head off your arms and look around, blinking slowly at the bright room, before finally, your eyes meet his.
“you shouldn’t sleep at the desk,” he says gently as he reaches up to push a stray strand of hair out of your eyes. “you’ll wake up tomorrow with a sore neck.”
“let me clean up first,” you mumble sleepily as you start to push yourself up from the chair. but the gentle hand on your shoulder and the small smile albedo sends you is enough to let you know that this is a mess that he can handle at the moment.
he caps the pen and begins to gather up the chaos of papers on your desk. from the corner of his eyes, he sees you nodding off every few seconds, and he also notices the way your head snaps up each time as you blink your eyes in a futile attempt to stay awake.
albedo sets down the pile of papers he had been sorting and holds out his hand in front of you. “we can organize this tomorrow,” he says softly. “right now, we should both get some sleep.”
Warnings: Suggestive, dominance, submission, sub!reader, PDA/ voyerism, little bit of angst, fluff, wholesomeness, overall SFW.
W/c: Short bulletpoint headcanons + drabble for each. Thoma’s however is a little longer than the rest.
a/n: been sitting on this for awhile, hope you all enjoy it. I managed to finish it off while waiting in the New World queues :’) i know kissing h/c have been done before, just wanted to throw my penny out there-
Zhongli:
Deep and Devouring
I’ve got this major h/c that Zhongli is really into kissing. Best kisser in all of Teyvet, would absolutely devour you whole if he could.
Lips locked together he’ll steal your breath away. You’ll have to grip him harshly to remind him you do need to breathe.
Each and every moan that passes your lips draws out a primal desire from deep within him, maybe it’s the dragon within him. It turns his kisses bold and fully open-mouthed, almost as if he can’t survive being parted from your lips.
You lay on your lovers bed, his hands holding your wrists firmly above you, his elbows digging into the sheet either side of your head. Truly caged in you were unable to escape him, not that you wanted of course.
You bit your lip at the sight above you, Zhongli’s golden eyes were half-lidded, his gaze sultry and holding yours equally captive. His long ponytail tickled your cheek as it slipped over his shoulder. His body was warm against yours, his knee kept your legs parted as it brushed oh-so close to your aching centre.
“Zhongli..” you whispered, drawing the tip of your tongue out to wet your lips slowly. His gaze dipped, watching as you did so. His lips upturned into a sultry smile before he leant down, stopping just shy of your own lips.
“So wonderful..” His tone was husky and suggestive. His breath warmed your lips and, almost without thinking, you parted them for him. Accepting your show of eagerness he wasted not a single moment as he claimed them as his own with a searing kiss.
His movements were eager, heavy and hot as he slipped his tongue passed your lip, demanding your full attention. You whined and moaned against him as the kisses deepened, it felt as if he was coaxing the very air from your lungs.
Any cognitive thoughts were completely lost, he made you feel weak, wanton and so very needy for more. You found youself succumbing completely to the pleasures he provided, offering yourself eagerly to his devouring kisses.
Childe:
Rough and Urgent
He’ll thread his fingers into your hair, his lips hurried and intense as you tremble beneath him.
His kisses are always hungry and always desiring a response, he’ll certainly nip and bite to entice your lips to part for him.
He yearns for your pleasured whines and panting breath whenever you’re apart. He’s thought about the taste of your lips all day, so when you finally see each other you better be ready for him.
“Mmn- Childe..” you whined between long, heated kisses. He had only just stepped into your shared apartment and you had only gotten up to greet him when you were pulled into a rather demanding kiss.
He placed one hand at your hip, the other threading into your hair as he angled your head into a better position. You groaned desperately at his movements, causing him to smirk against your lips. His teeth nibbled at your bottom lip until you parted them for him.
“Mmn-“ you moaned into his mouth, your head spinning and vision becoming increasingly hazy until he finally broke the kiss.
“Boring day-?” you laughed breathlessly. Panting heavily you tried to regain your thoughts. He smiled suggestively as he took in your flushed cheeks and swollen lips, the hand in your hair keeping you from looking away.
“Meetings, all tedious.” He tsked, pursing his lips. You couldn’t help but laugh lightly at his pouting, you knew he’d rather be out in the field training and fighting his new recruits than sitting down and talking business. “Well.. I’m sure we can find something fun to do.” You bat your eyelashes innocently.
“Oh, I’ve got plenty of ideas in mind.” He grinned, the hand on your hip slipping down to cup and squeeze your behind teasingly. He was quick to recapture your lips with bruising passion, his nails scratching your scalp pleasantly. “Mmm..” you moaned weakly. Throwing your arms over his shoulders you pressed your bodies together again.
“Let’s start.” He broke the kiss suddenly and grinned devilishly. He lowered himself alight as he gripped your waist. “Wha-“ you gasped out as he threw you over his shoulder with unnerving ease. “Childe!” You practically squeaked, bracing your hands against his lower back.
“I’m not in the mood to play around in the doorway.” His hands held your behind to support your position, his fingers tapping against your clothed skin as he marched towards the bedroom. Though you couldn’t see it, you were certain his deviant smile held plenty of promises for tonight.
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You faint during an argument/disagreement [Genshin Impact] (Part 1)
Summary: You’ve been feeling under the weather for the whole day, you just didn’t bother to tell him nor anyone, thinking that the headache would go away. He doesn’t notice at all due to him getting caught up with some work, or in general just having a bad day himself.
Notes and credits: Wholly inspired by minejiro.tumblr.com (They’re inactive now, according to the blog, but they wrote a Haikyuu one a while ago and I loved their rendition of it so much that I just had to bring it over to Genshin. I asked them for permission a while ago and they agreed :D)
Characters: Tartaglia, Diluc, Zhongli, gn!reader
Warnings: might have some harsh words/arguments, fainting spells, feeling unwell, panic attacks/hyperventilating maybe, not proofread, you and the genshin character live together, I seriously had trouble writing about what you might argue about with Diluc and Zhongli because these two are usually calm and collected. Not really a disagreement on Zhongli’s part, maybe just a misunderstanding. zhongli changes your clothes but its completely innocent.
Tartaglia
Could have a short-temper, depending on how his day has gone.
He adores you and thinks you’re his whole world but he does get some stressors once in a while, mainly because he works in the Fatui
Could easily overlook things when he has a lot of things on his mind
He comes home today tired and rather annoyed. Something about Dottore not taking his suggestions seriously, and Pierro never taking his side. It must be one of those Harbinger meetings again. He always seemed to be in a sour mood after one.
characters: xiao, heizou x gn! reader (separately)
warnings: angst to fluff, hurt/comfort, mentions of injuries in xiao’s, near death experience in xiao’s, like one or two cuss words in heizou’s
notes: so this is the last part for like a month or so (i’m taking a small break from this series). i’m also only doing two more parts after this, so please don’t send more requests for characters because i already know what the last two will be !
part one (scaramouche and yelan), part two (childe and ayato), part four (kaeya and alhaitham)
Xiao:
Arguments with Xiao were far from uncommon. Even before you were dating him, you knew that he just couldn’t always see things the same way you did.
You were a skilled fighter and a vision holder and you often went out fighting and protecting Liyue yourself, but that didn’t mean you never needed help.
Besides, Xiao had always made it clear that if you ever needed his help to call out for him. Yet, the argument you had with him proved otherwise.
One day, after rescuing you from some overly dangerous monsters, he had brought you back to the Wangshu Inn and ended up scolding you, which later resulted in an argument.
He said you were relying on him way too much. That you could understand, but he had also called you weak and annoyingly over dependent. The minute you had started crying, he fled your shared room and left you alone.
When Xiao had come back that night, you tried your hardest to seem normal around him. You didn’t want him to think you were being dependent anymore, but it’s not like it mattered anyway. The second you tried to talk to him, he walked right past you and went to bed.
You’d hoped that maybe he was just tired and didn’t want to talk, but you were far from right.
When you had woken up the next morning, Xiao wasn’t there. Normally, he’d have breakfast with you, even though he didn’t really like human food, he’d tolerate it for you. But when you walked out, he was gone. No note or anything.
You sighed and ate by yourself, but chose not to mope around. If Xiao thought you were weak, you were going to show him you weren’t.
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