“you look like shit,” is all diluc says when lets himself into your shared home, sitting down to remove his boots caked with snow before coming to stand in front of you and your heap of blankets piled up on the couch.

“i feel like shit,” you retort back, weaving an arm through the layers of fabric to create an opening, inviting your lover to join you.

he eyes you, languidly removing his coat. ignoring your mumbles of “hurry up, you’re letting the heat out” as he folds it neatly and drapes it over a nearby chair, unfazed by the desperate grabby hands you make at him as finally, finally, his fingers brush against yours and he allows you to pull him into you.

he lands awkwardly, splayed across the exterior of your cocoon. there’s some awkward shuffling as diluc tries his best to wriggle through, your intertwined hands his only guide towards the reward that he’s been anticipating all day–you.

you mumble a small “i missed you” as you make it face to face with him, his arms wrapping around you with practiced ease. pressing his lips against yours to reciprocate the sentiment, warm and yearning.

“you look like shit,” is all diluc says when lets himself into your shared home, sitting down to remove his boots caked with snow before coming to stand in front of you and your heap of blankets piled up on the couch.

“i feel like shit,” you retort back, weaving an arm through the layers of fabric to create an opening, inviting your lover to join you.

he eyes you, languidly removing his coat. ignoring your mumbles of “hurry up, you’re letting the heat out” as he folds it neatly and drapes it over a nearby chair, unfazed by the desperate grabby hands you make at him as finally, finally, his fingers brush against yours and he allows you to pull him into you.

he lands awkwardly, splayed across the exterior of your cocoon. there’s some awkward shuffling as diluc tries his best to wriggle through, your intertwined hands his only guide towards the reward that he’s been anticipating all day–you.

you mumble a small “i missed you” as you make it face to face with him, his arms wrapping around you with practiced ease. pressing his lips against yours to reciprocate the sentiment, warm and yearning.

it’s november 11th, aka pocky day! how will your lover react when you suggest a game of pocky!

a/n: had no one to play the pocky game with, so had to write about it T-T take it and enjoy it! (also. like lowkey. isn’t the pocky game a choking hazard)

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you have to explain it to them at least six times until they understand what the game is: and for archons’ knows what reasons, they still don’t really get it when you pull out the box of pocky. they sit awkwardly next to you, holding your hand. they’re bashful as you look straight at them, eagerly chomping on your end. you’re the first to kiss them at the end, and while it didn’t go exactly as planned, you still found their fluster very cute. 

— GOROU, sara, albedo, xiao, eula, shenhe

they catch on pretty quickly with what you’re about to do. they’re kneeling next to you, keeping a level eye contact with you. they also aren’t averse to using underhanded tactics, like tickling your sides or leaving feather-light touches on your arm. at the end, they quickly leave a kiss on your lips before chewing on the rest of the stick. “wanna play again?” they ask, smiling innocently before holding up another stick. 

— THOMA, YELAN, kazuha

they’re actually the one who brings it up first. as soon as you’re in position, they tilt your head up so that you have to look up at them. they’re all up in your lap, wrapping their arms around your neck. they never lose eye contact with you, probably having more passion than anyone else you’ve ever played the pocky game with. at the end, they swiftly delve into a fervent kiss with you. after they pull away, you’re the one left flustered. they only chuckle in response, discarding the box in favor of kissing you once more. 

— AYATO, KAEYA, childe, ningguang

they don’t really see the point in doing it, but go along with it anyways. they’re probably the most normal about the game. they sit close to you, balance the pocky stick between their lips. they get a little closer, and a little closer, until both your lips eventually meet. you both pull away, dizzy in the head and heat on your cheeks heavily. you both confirm that it was, in fact, a draw. 

— ZHONGLI, JEAN, tighnari

absolute menace. they begin the game normally, before snapping the pocky in half accidentally. after seeing your pout, they continue to break off the pocky before you can kiss them. eventually, you have to put your hands on their cheeks and pull them in for a peck. 

യ. dckz + thoma / fluff / wc 0.3k / pls do reblog :')

childe being the one who will laze around every morning, wanting the little moments to last longer for he doesn't have a lot of chances to have these times with you. the way he wouldn't budge from the bed if you shook him awake, mumbling something incoherent everytime you try to wake him up.

diluc being the one who will always be giving you breakfast in bed every morning. he'll get up earlier than you, making use of early mornings as a time to prepare. he doesn't mind making this a part of his routine, if it means to see that one lazy and soft smile you'll give him everytime he walks into the room with the food.

“your hands are freezing,” xiao mumbles discontentedly. 

and yet, he allows you burrow yourself deeper into his embrace, hands slipping under his shirt to find solace in his warmth. 

he shudders when you press your icy fingers into his sides, poking at his slender waist. gaze flicking up to his to see his reaction, only to meet his own already locked on your curled up figure. you offer him a cheeky grin, warmth blooming across your body as xiao envelopes you with his body heat.

pulling you in closer into his chest, xiao presses a kiss to your forehead, warm breath fanning across your face. you hum in content, feeling his lips curl into a small smile as he pulls back to look at you. 

“feel better now?” he asks as he feels you relax into his touch. you nod, though there’s a mischievous glint in your eyes as you bring your knees up into your stomach. 

“better now,” you echo, toes meeting his warm skin, “but my feet are still cold though.”

xiao cringes, hissing at the sudden cold sting. “you’re lucky i love you or you would’ve been dead by now,” he grimaces, glaring at you.

zhongli’s favorite thing to do is linking pinkies with you. walking so close to you that your arms brush and linking your fingers together, pulling you as close to him as humanly possible. reaching for your hands under the table at dinner just to lace his fingers through yours before settling them in his lap, perfectly straight-faced and feigning ignorance when you ask him what he’s doing.

he lives for the moments when he greets you from behind, the small gasp escaping your lips as he curls a gloved finger around yours before you turn around to greet him with a smile, instinctively reciprocating the gesture.

it’s a small gesture but it never fails to make you flustered nonetheless, a special little sign reserved for just the both of you.

soon a small gold band makes it onto said finger of your lover, the tint looking suspiciously like the shine of mora. its identical counterpart making it onto your own, and you don’t mask your gasp of awe as zhongli slides the ring onto your finger, a perfect fit.

the ring’s your pride and joy, his clinking against yours as you swing your interlaced fingers as you stroll through the bustling streets of liyue, glistening in the sunlight with an almost otherworldly shimmer. 

sometimes you catch him staring too, eyes drawn to the matching bands when you interlace your fingers. he coughs when he realizes that you’ve caught him staring, eyes darting away, embarrassed. 

- ft childe, scaramouche, diluc, albedo

CHILDE

he’s the ultimate family man. he cooks, he cleans, and is a loving brother to his family. what is there not to love about him? maybe except for his penchant for violence that more often than not leaves him coming home all beaten up, but it’s something that can be overlooked when he litters your face with apologetic kisses after you patch him up.

the problem is that there’s never enough of him to go around. you barely see him as it is when you’re both home- but after he becomes a harbinger, it can’t be helped that he’s sent on even more expeditions all across tevyat.

it’s not easy, barely being able to see your lover. every goodbye with him feels permanent, heavy with the risk of finally losing him to a particularly cruel fight. the two of you try your best to keep in touch, but it’s just different when you can’t hold him in your arms the way you so yearn to.

keeping the flame burning brightly is hard, especially when you’re separated by an icy blizzard. Eventually it gets harder to even recall how his touches feel, harder to remember how it feels to be loved.

in the end, your passion doesn’t beat the storms. the letters become shorter, becoming more scarce between and eventually die out, ending with a final letter that you send, sealed with the last kiss you ever intend to send his way. it starts and ends simple, “thank you for loving me.”

childe does not put up a fight. after all, how could he? he understands more than anyone your frustrations, knows how hard it is to be separated from your other half for so long. if letting you go means you’ll be able to find solace, then maybe it’s for the better.

you don’t cross paths after saying your goodbyes. rarely could he ever find time to spend with you in the past as lovers; it is just the same as friends. your occasional encounters are filled with empty promises of meeting up to reminisce, but it’s more than obvious to the both of you that regardless of how much you may love each other, what you had with him will stay in the past.

“stop moving, you’ll get polish all over your fingers.” 

albedo’s tone is kind yet firm, the languid brushes of his brush stopping as you shift in your seat. “are you uncomfortable? we can switch seats if you’d like.”

you shake your head, though instantly you shudder as soft fur brushes against your legs yet again. 

“it’s the cat again,” you say and albedo follows your gaze down to look at the white ball of fur curled around your legs. he chuckles, reaching down with his free hand to pet the feline. it lets out a small purr, and the two of you share a smile before he returns to his original task.

your hand feels soft in his as he paints your nails meticulously. the paint feels cool even through your nails. his thumb swiping gently over your cuticles to rub off excess streaks. the gesture feels nice, your boyfriend’s attention to detail allowing for nothing but the best of his work be left on you. 

albedo smells nice, like the tea he likes to share with you in the morning and the lingering scent of your freshly washed sheets.

he brings your hand near his lips, blowing gently once, twice and pressing a kiss to the back of your hand before settling it back in your lap. the gesture leaves a warmth blooming in your chest, heart simmering with a quiet adoration

“all done,” albedo announces, a hint of pride in his voice as he sees you beam, lifting your hands up to the sun to admire his work.

“they look great,” you grin, “thank you, love.”

“of course. i enjoyed it too.” it’s not a lie. there’s nothing more he loves than seeing you happy. a fond smile hangs on his lips as he watches you catch the attention of the cat before patting your lap as an invitation.

“you think they’re pretty too, little kitty?” you let it nuzzle into your hand, careful not to let the fur mess up your freshly dried nails.

“oh!” you gasp in surprise as it stretches itself up, front paws on your shoulders as it nuzzles its face against yours, an imitation of a kiss.

“you’re pretty smart, hmm? good kitty,” you coo, looking up at your boyfriend to see his reaction-

only to see that he’s pouting. there’s a small frown on his face, an unreadable expression in his eyes as he watches the cat cuddle up to you.

“you alright, love?” your voice snaps his attention away from the cat back to you. he nods, but here’s still a hint of a frown there as he glances away, looking anywhere but at the feline in your lap.

“tell me,” you press, ushering the cat away with a wave and turning to face him. “you know i won’t judge.”

“i want one too,” he mumbles, still not completely looking at you, “a kiss.”

“awww,” you laugh in realization, “were you jealous?”

“absolutely not. i wouldn’t be jealous of a cat. i have no reason to-”

“you can have as many kisses as you want, you know.”

albedo visibly brightens at your words, eyes hopeful as he looks at you expectantly.

“even right now?”

“i suppose so.” rolling your eyes fondly, you lean in to let your lips find home.

zhongli’s favorite thing to do is linking pinkies with you. walking so close to you that your arms brush and linking your fingers together, pulling you as close to him as humanly possible. reaching for your hands under the table at dinner just to lace his fingers through yours before settling them in his lap, perfectly straight-faced and feigning ignorance when you ask him what he’s doing.

he lives for the moments when he greets you from behind, the small gasp escaping your lips as he curls a gloved finger around yours before you turn around to greet him with a smile, instinctively reciprocating the gesture.

it’s a small gesture but it never fails to make you flustered nonetheless, a special little sign reserved for just the both of you.

soon a small gold band makes it onto said finger of your lover, the tint looking suspiciously like the shine of mora. its identical counterpart making it onto your own, and you don’t mask your gasp of awe as zhongli slides the ring onto your finger, a perfect fit.

the ring’s your pride and joy, his clinking against yours as you swing your interlaced fingers as you stroll through the bustling streets of liyue, glistening in the sunlight with an almost otherworldly shimmer. 

sometimes you catch him staring too, eyes drawn to the matching bands when you interlace your fingers. he coughs when he realizes that you’ve caught him staring, eyes darting away, embarrassed. 

─── ⠀ * INUMAKI TOGE.

content warnings : gender neutral! reader, inumaki uses his quirk on reader, tooth rotting fluff

back to the jjk masterlist .

“Kiss.”

Your body moves before your mind can comprehend what’s happening, leaning forward to press your lips to his. Moments later, when you pull away and meet the mischievous twinkle in his eyes do you frown, huffing as you sit back and refocus your attention back on your studying. When he had sat down across from you, you thought it would be nothing more than him keeping you company while you finished one of your study sessions.

your words pierce through the quiet of angel's share. the rowdy tavern has long since stilled, being replaced with the sounds of clinking glass as diluc places a freshly cleaned cup back in its rightful place. you, on the other hand, have forsaken your duty of wiping down the tables. the window allured you much more, with the sight of the first yearly flurries pulling your attention from your tavern closing duties.

there's a lilt of joy in your voice as you speak, dampened softly by the tiredness that occurs when awake this late. it clings to the edges of syllables, frenzying the slithering sounds of s with sharp enthusiasm. despite the chill of standing near the cold glass, wintry winds whistling through the window panes, your expression is blissful and warm.