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when you sleep on the couch after an argument
zhongli x reader
1.6k+ words | diluc + alhaitham
warnings: hurt/comfort, no pronouns used
mayyyy be writing the same with some other boys too👀
“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.
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.
❤ ﹝ personal touches ﹞
i. diluc
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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the first time they make you cry
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.
playing hard to get [pt. 1]
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
~ * ~ 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
~ * ~ 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

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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.”
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Kissing Headcanons I
Pairings: Zhongli, Childe, Xiao, Diluc, Kaeya, Thoma, Kazuha (Separately) x gn!reader.
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.
Near 3am Itto.
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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.
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𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 [𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄]
synopsis: they ignore you after an argument
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.