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꒰ঌ what kind of cupid are they? ໒꒱

literally calculates the compatibility in his pairs. very much a perfectionist. he’s subtle with how he puts people together, too. he finds humans interesting, but unfortunately might see them akin to test subjects…

꒰ঌ your relationship? ໒꒱

you were a part of the knights of favonius. albedo acknowledged you, but you never became anything more than coworkers. that is, until he was instructed to matchmake you with someone. as per usual, he shot his pair: you and a knight you were close with. however, the arrow seemed to hardly work on you, you acted normally as if nothing had changed. perhaps you were just someone who hardly changed when infatuated, albedo concluded, so he went to verbally give you a push, only to find out that his previous theory was correct, the arrow simply hadn’t worked. it was odd, an error. so he began to accompany you frequently to find out why. he never expected to end up falling for you instead.

꒰ঌ so, what happens? ໒꒱

“— and that is the story.”

albedo was speaking with kaeya, a coworker both as mortals and cupids, about his predicament.

“so, the arrow didn’t work. do you think the arrows are defective?” kaeya questions.

“perhaps. however, i believe it’s more likely that (name) likes someone else rather intensely, contracting the effects. there have been occasions of that, correct?”

“i believe so. say (name) does, in fact, like someone else. considering your newfound feelings…”

“… i won’t get in the way. cupids are not supposed to be with humans. it’s simply a phase, it will pass.” albedo responds, leaving out the fact that it’s been a long time coming since he grew to be aware of his feelings for you, hardly befitting for just a “phase.”

kaeya looks at albedo with a glint of mischief in his eyes. “i see. i suppose keeping an eye on (name) is the best thing you can do right now.”

the conversation ends as albedo enters his office and bids kaeya farewell.

albedo sighs, taking a few test tubes and containers from his shelves.

“do you like anyone?”

that was a question albedo’s been asking you the entire past week. you always avoided the question, or stated that you did but refused to tell him who. so, albedo constructed a plan.

he was going to be working with you today under the guise of the effects of a new potion he concocted.

he tips the contents of a test tube into another container, the pink liquid inside slowly sliding down.

in actuality, despite his own conscience telling him off, he was going to be giving you a sort of truth potion to get his answer, an idea he received from another fellow cupid, lisa.

he was still conflicted with what he’d do upon hearing your answer. but he’d decided a long time ago that his own feelings should never interfere with his job, and he felt that that ethic shouldn’t cease now.

he hears a light rap on the door.

“come in,” he calls out.

you enter quickly, seeing albedo swirling a slightly translucent thick pink substance. you’re quick to join his side, albedo handing you the vial.

“thank you for assisting me with this.”

you smile brightly at him, “it’s no problem! so, i just drink this?”

albedo nods. “perhaps you should sit down first. here, let me bring you a chair.”

you watch as he grabs the chair from his desk, pulling it near the lab table as he sits across from you. you take a seat.

“alright, go ahead.”

you carefully place the vial against your lips, letting the potion slowly go down your throat. you notice its harsh sweetness straight away, making you wince slightly.

when half is finished, albedo asks a question. “what do you taste?”

you lower the tube. your tongue feels looser in a way, and your mind is a tad foggy.

“it’s… incredibly sweet,” you start. your voice is a little croaky, no doubt from the potion, but you manage to recall the homeliness you first recognized upon the concoction hitting your tastebuds and manage to relay it to your partner.

“i see…” albedo mutters, scribbling something down before continuing his thought. “you may continue.”

you start to drink again, draining the vial of its contents as albedo simply observes. once you’re done, albedo asks another question.

“(name), do you like anyone?”

you pause for a second, your line of thinking immensely unclear but your mouth ready to speak without your mind catching up.

“well, i like many people, like—”

“apologies. let me make my question clearer.”

you feel a sudden sense of dread.

albedo scribbles something down again. “do you like anyone immensely, in the other sense, or perhaps, love?”

if you weren’t so horrified at your sudden realization of what you possibly could’ve drunken, you would’ve spent a bit laughing at the way he worded his question.

“i do.” your throat feels drier than before.

“who?” he asks oh-so-innocently.

“… someone.”

“what is their name?”

you find yourself looking into albedo’s eyes and expect to find his usual calculating look. instead… you see a certain gentleness you’ve never seen before.

maybe that’s what pushed you to stay in your seat, to not run away to the door to prevent you from answering his question. the words were on the tip of your tongue, and without any thought, you open your mouth to let them out.

“his name is albedo.”

you avert your gaze upon seeing the way his lips part just a bit, eyes widened as he freezes.

it stays silent, and you suddenly feel like crawling into a hole and dying.

“are… you telling the truth?” he manages to get out.

you huff in faux annoyance. “i think you know your potion’s not faulty.”

his expression relaxes a little as he mutters an apology, but he still looks conflicted.

“it’s… okay if you don’t feel the same,” you say within the silence. “i… i’ll be going now.”

“no,” albedo finds himself grabbing your hand before immediately letting it go. “i still require your help.”

before you can ask, he takes a separate vial of the same potion you consumed before and downs it fully.

“albedo?”

he sighs, setting the now empty tube on the table. “ask me if i love anyone.”

you breathlessly chuckle before complying. “albedo, do you love anyone?”

he replies instantly. “i do. (name), i love you.”

“are you telling the truth?” you tease.

he places a hand over yours and tugs it close to his chest. it happens suddenly, your lips on his as you feel him inhale a little sharply, the way his hands curl with yours and the way he chases for more when you break away.

“‘bedo,” you breathe out.

he nods, and you feel your heart squeeze at the look he’s giving you in that moment.

“i love you, too.”

꒰ঌ what kind of cupid are they? ໒꒱

thinks the whole matchmaking business is trivial. he only agreed because agreeing meant being able to spend his time down in the world as a regular, humble human. he doesn’t like interacting with his subjects, he’d much rather play behind the scenes.

꒰ঌ your relationship? ໒꒱

simply library buddies. you’d see him here and there, nose in a book and noise cancellers deep in his ears, and you kept to yourself. you did eventually speak to each other, when alhaitham was searching intensively for a book you were reading at the time. you sparked some light conversation, and the two of you got along better than you’d expected. it wasn’t a dramatic way of meeting, and the way your relationship grew was subtle; and that’s why alhaitham liked it, liked you. you were sensible, a person he could talk to for hours without getting a hint of a migraine. he even revealed his status as a cupid, albeit because of your confrontation as to why he seemed so interested in setting up two of your colleagues together. yes, his logical mind calls him out, but for once he doesn’t want to listen.

꒰ঌ so, what happens? ໒꒱

it was late, near the closing of the library you were close to passing out in. you had to be there, though. the exam you had tomorrow was promised to be tough. sure, you felt decently ready, but the thought of being underprepared had you wide awake. unused time is wasted time, you think.

you see a shadow loom over you from behind, the sudden presence making you jump slightly. a familiar hand comes to shut your book, taking it as you whip your head around.

“what are you still doing here?”

it’s alhaitham. arms crossed, stern expression, towering over you. even with the limited light illuminating the cozy area you’ve inhabited for the past couple hours, you can see him clearly.

you rub your eyes, blinking harshly as you respond.

“… studying.”

“it won’t do you any good if you can barely keep your eyes from closing.”

you shrug, too tired to argue. gathering your things into their bag, you slowly stand, the world blurring around you as you take your hands off the table.

alhaitham places a gentle hand on your upper back, guiding you firmly to the library exit. the air that hits you is refreshing, to say the least.

“what time were you planning on leaving?”

you give a slight grimace. “i… wasn’t keeping track. i remembered to eat something, though…”

alhaitham gives a curt nod. “will you be able to walk home?”

“i… think so? i mean, i’m tired, but…”

“get on my back, then. i’ll carry you.”

you look up at him. “wait, really?”

he turns so his back is facing you. “it would be a hassle if you were to faint due to your exhaustion.”

you get on his back, his hands protectively holding your legs as you wrap your arms securely around him.

he glances over his shoulder to look at you. “i’ll be transporting you aerially in order for you to arrive home in a shorter span of time.”

before you can reply, alhaitham begins to glow. the warmth from the luminance seeps to your bones and envelops you wholly in a comforting embrace.

you can feel the feathers of his wings begin to appear as they grow to their original state, appearing in their full glory as you try not to get in the way.

even with the change, you’re still able to recognize him. always. it’s alhaitham, no matter what form or appearance he takes on.

he flaps his wings once, twice, and takes off up into the night, full of stars waiting to surround you with their own glows.

you feel yourself smile. “thank you. you… really didn’t have to do this.”

he lightly squeezes the part of your legs he’s holding, maybe to convey some of the emotions he wants to share with you, in his own way. the breeze softly flowing against you both slightly ruffles his hair, and you almost want to reach out and take a hold of it.

“just the opposite,” he replies.

maybe it was the lack of sleep you were currently affected by, or the fairytale like moon shining upon its realm. whatever the case, you lean down slightly to brush your lips against the back of his neck.

you observe alhaitham’s slight tensing and the small shiver that seems to vibrate through him, all the way to the tips of his wings.

he looks over at you and says your name, still sounding as unaffected as always.

“if you’re going to kiss me, do it properly.”

“i thought it was forbidden for cupids to be in a relationship with humans?” you tease, leaning close to him anyways despite your heart warning you, beating uncontrollably against your will.

all it takes is him closing the gap between you for you and him to meet.

alhaitham was truly right, to love would be a distraction, a hindrance for many.

but if you asked him in that moment, when all that exists is a small bubble of you and him intertwined with the stars and constellations around, perhaps he’d share a different view.

꒰ঌ what kind of cupid are they? ໒꒱

hectic. breaks couples up, yearns for the chaos it brings, instigates, gaslights, pushes, plays. wherever there’s a messy breakup, there’s a childe.

꒰ঌ your relationship? ໒꒱

he knew you long before you knew him. and during that time, he’d grown… attracted. so he came down, befriended you. mayyybe broke you up with your boyfriend. but he can’t say he regrets it when your relationship has grown so far now!

꒰ঌ so, what happens? ໒꒱

you found out that he had fabricated those photos— the incriminating photos that contributed to your break up. and you found out what he said to your boyfriend so long ago to make you sound unlikable, another addition.

“childe, don’t lie to me,” you warn. “i know you did and said those things, there’s no point in saying otherwise.” 

you watch him battle with his emotions.

“… i’m sorry.” childe says.

“and?” 

he takes your hands, kicked puppy face expression plastered on as he tries to apologize.

“please forgive me?” 

you don’t. 

“sorry won’t cut it, you know.” 

you have half a mind to leave him where he stands, but a more empathetic part of you continues to reason, especially as he gets down on his knees to peer up at you through his hair. 

your eyebrows raise, childe, despite his pride and status, is kneeling before you. even with the degrading position, he remains steadfast in both what he’s doing and how he looks. 

“how can i make it up to you?” he asks, genuine and sincere. 

he’s pretty like this, you think. but if he thinks he can get away just by that alone, he’s sorely mistaken. 

“it’s not that easy,” you say, trying to make your voice come off as more serious instead of your slightly disappointed tone. “you haven’t even given me a valid reason as to why you did all this in the first place, so why should i forgive you?” 

that silences him. 

he stares into your eyes, different from how he was before. it’s earnest, unlike his usual playful demeanor. 

he begins to emit a luminary glow, the warmth omitted traveling up your arms from his hands. 

two wings flap from his back, feathers fluttering down from the movement as the appendages wrap around your legs. 

you stare in awfully hidden awe. 

“… childe?” 

he buries his head into your hands, as if bowing to you. “i’m a part of the fatui. you know them, right?”

you let his hair sink through your fingers, softly curling into the strands as you wait for him to continue. 

“… i… was jealous. i didn’t like seeing you with him. cupids, even ones like me, aren’t even allowed to be with humans. but i…” 

“childe—”

“ajax,” he says. 

“… ajax… look at me?” you tilt his head up, cupping his face as his eyes dart to yours. 

you kneel with him, childe’s wings moving to envelop your body instinctively.

“you said… cupids… aren’t allowed to be with humans?” 

he nods. “i don’t care, though. i’ve already decided, i want to be with you. i’m sorry.” 

prohibited, forbidden, none of it matters as you inch his face closer. 

“prove it.” 

that’s all it takes as his arms immediately encircle you, kissing you so sweetly you think you’re seeing stars, as if he’s trying to erase the memory of him, to etch himself onto your lips forevermore. 

and when you separate, all he whispers is,

“i’m so glad i broke you two up.” 

꒰ঌ what kind of cupid are they? ໒꒱

best known for his prosecution upon those he finds being disloyal to their partners. kinda bad at the whole matchmaking thing due to his intimidating presence and odd use of jokes, so he usually asks others (tighnari) to confirm and help his pairs get together.

꒰ঌ your relationship? ໒꒱

you live in gandharva ville and often go on expeditions to the desert for your research. being friends with tighnari, he refuses to ever let you wander into those vast lands alone, so he summons his good friend cyno anytime you decide to go. he was rather intimidating at first, but as he protected you from dangers time and time again, a trusting friendship was formed with cyno. it strengthened even more when he caught and dealt with your former cheating boyfriend. sometimes cyno wishes he could choke down his own feelings for you as easily as he choked that guy out.

꒰ঌ so, what happens? ໒꒱

it was supposed to be a four-day expedition in the desert to go examine some ancient runes, simple and easy enough. however…

“we should be safe in here.”

you rush into the cave’s entrance, quickly running far away from the outside desert, sputtering sand as you try dusting yourself off.

cyno comes close behind, only coughing a little and being a lot more calm about the situation. you guess it makes sense, he’s probably been through sandstorms much worse than this one.

“are you okay?” cyno asks.

you cough before replying, “yep, absolutely.”

cyno places a hand on your back, the sudden touch making you slightly jolt. “let’s go further in, i recognize this cave.”

you nod, letting cyno walk you forward as the taste of sand still lingers in your mouth.

you go deeper in, ending at the mostly flat grounds of the cave far away from the storm outside.

cyno’s able to light a small fire in the cave using stones and some wood you brought along as you lay your supplies out and take stock. thankfully, you have enough food to last a couple days. you give cyno some rations and munch down on some yourself, thankful for the replacement of the sand on your tongue.

after, you get out a brush specifically for brushing off sand and call cyno over.

“let me help you get all the sand off,” you say, gesturing for him to sit in front of the fire.

he obliges and you get to work, hearing cyno sigh at the feeling of your hands carding through his hair. you check and check, making sure you don’t miss a speck.

“i won’t have time to help you if you spend all night focusing on me,” cyno chides.

you playfully huff before handing him the brush, switching positions as he starts brushing through your hair. you notice he keeps a steady hand on your shoulder, the action leaving you a little warm.

he’s done a lot quicker, much to your dismay.

cyno stands first. “we should head to sleep. we’ll need our energy for tomorrow.”

you agree, feeling the exhaustion catching up and seeping through your bones. you hope that the beds you laid out earlier are still comfortable despite the cave floor.

you climb in next to cyno’s, a small shiver leaving you at the damp feeling.

of course, he notices.

he clears his throat, not meeting your eyes as he speaks. “if you get cold… if you’re comfortable… we can share a bed tonight.”

you feel warmth cover your heart, the only part of you staying at a good temperature, as you watch this bashful side of him make the offer.

you give a small smile. “i think we’ll have to.”

he wraps a hand around yours, slightly tugging it towards him as you take the hint. you lie down the same time he does, both of you taking the other in an embrace to share body heat as your main goal and to bring a comfort closer as the second.

his hand is loose around the back of your head, hand curled in your hair as you’re tucked into his neck, legs entangled in an intimate situation you’re sure most coworkers nor friends don’t share.

“goodnight, cyno,” you say, subconsciously holding him a little tighter.

“… goodnight, (name),” he murmurs quietly, doing the same to you as he’s reminded of what exactly he’s doing.

you can hear his heart beating fast. despite the way your face starts to warm even more, a shiver still runs through your spine.

“you’re still cold?” cyno asks, his voice unwavering and alert despite getting ready to go to sleep. you wonder how he’s not freezing, considering the way he’s dressed.

“a-a little,” you lie, “i’m fine.”

he’s quiet for a little; thinking, brooding over a solution. his face is slightly scrunched, you find it cute.

“close your eyes.”

you look at him, your expression a little puzzled as he waits. you decide to follow through and allow your eyes to shut, feeling cyno bring your head to rest into him. he keeps a protective hand there as you try not to breathe too heavily or too shallowly, the position he’s put you in being a bit flustering.

your eyelids block the sudden glow you presume comes from cyno, but you can feel the sudden warmth nonetheless. something akin to a heavy blanket is draped over you, and the immediate effect is felt.

the once frigid temperature transfigured into weather you could find during a pleasant warm day, the instant difference making you relax in cyno’s hold as he stays soundless.

you snap your eyes open and try moving your head to see what just happened— especially since you’re curious about the glow that’s still apparent— but cyno gently forces your head back and speaks before you can question him.

“get some rest, you’ll need the energy for tomorrow.”

his words, despite the buzzing of your head, sends the coziness in your brain and the heaviness of your eyes to lull you to sleep stronger than you can get yourself out of.

the last thing that gets you to the slumber you need is the small peck on the top of your head, the sudden affection from cyno being the last you feel, setting flames searing throughout your limbs…

“i… love you.”

… and the only clue you have as to what happened is the feather you see fall into your line of sight before your eyes close once again.

꒰ঌ what kind of cupid are they? ໒꒱

very new to this job. in fact, he’s still under an apprenticeship. but he’s getting the hang of things with the occasional mishap here and there. often takes harder jobs without realizing it and actually succeeds with the help of his teacher.

꒰ঌ your relationship? ໒꒱

you met through wanderer, who was a friend of yours. at first, it was simply platonic. simple adventures together, picnics, nights under the stars; just the three of you. you traveled mostly to areas where wanderer and durin could do their jobs of cupids (unknown to you). you and durin grew close, him not realizing how close until things changed when you and durin first spent a night underneath the stars together, alone. talking, giggling about this and that, and the sudden realization came being, underneath the scattered lights above, you shone so beautifully. and that had durin panicking, heart leaping and mind boggled with what he was going to do.

꒰ঌ so, what happens? ໒꒱

“you like (name)?” 

durin timidly gives a nod, waiting for the reprimanding. but surprisingly…

wanderer sighs, “… okay, and?”

“… isn’t that not allowed?” 

“it’s… well, it’s… not. technically, you’re not a cupid yet. you’re still under apprenticeship,” he crosses his arms. “besides, the rule’s stupid anyways.” 

“you think so? do you think i’ll still be able to become a cupid?” durin’s eyes shine again with hope. 

before wanderer can answer, they hear your voice call out to them, both heads turning in that direction as they see you coming down the hill. you found a place to set the tents up. 

“we’re coming!” durin replies excitedly, tail swishing behind him. 

wanderer sighs again. 

it turns late, the sun setting as both durin and wanderer pitch the tents and help with the supplies you need for cooking. durin can smell the meat you hunted from earlier steaming in the pot, joining your side as he peeks in. 

“your favorite,” you state, “here.” 

you grab a plate and fill it for him with the dish, giving it to him as he looks at you with stars in his eyes. 

and even after you call wanderer over, even after dinner, even after you’re done cleaning; he finds himself staring at you when nothing else is more interesting. always with stars in his eyes, always accentuated. wanderer has to elbow him on countless occasions to focus, but it’s hard when you’re so entrancing. 

eventually, wanderer gets up. “i’m going to my tent, goodnight.” 

durin’s heart jumps at the fact that you’re now alone together, saying goodnight back a little too ecstatically. 

“there’s a clearing a little ways from here with a good look at the stars, wanna go?” you ask.  

durin nods eagerly. 

the clearing is beautiful, the sky fully expansive with the glowing stars running through the atmospheric darkness. it feels like a dream, a dream alike the first time durin realized he loved you under the stars. 

durin sits close to you, flowers he picked up along the way bunched up in his hands as he gives you a timid smile, handing them over carefully as if he’s handing his own heart. 

“for me?” you take them with a smile, “thank you, i love them!” 

he feels his more animated draconic parts becoming twitchy out of nervousness. “i… i have something to tell you.” 

you turn your body to fully face him. “go ahead.” 

durin takes a breath.

he begins to glow, illuminating the night enveloping you as his usual wings become feathery and starkly white, the small appendages flapping a few before settling against his back. a warm luminosity lingers around the dragon as he shyly peeks up at you. 

“surprise?” he whispers. 

“you’re…” you pause, reaching out instinctively to his wings. 

he lets you run a finger over the coverts, the limbs stretching closer to you as you look on in awe. 

“i’m a cupid. well, an apprentice! and, um…” durin takes a moment to sigh out at the feeling of your featherlight touch over the base of his wings. “… and… i really, really like you. but there’s a rule for cupids, that we can’t have romantic relationships with humans, but— mmp!” 

you press your lips against his, muffling his next words as he freezes, unsure what to do but keenly aware that you were kissing him. 

when you pull away, you smile sheepishly. “… sorry.” 

he rushes to assure you, “no, no! i-i enjoyed it! i was just… caught off guard, is all.” 

you cup his face, feeling the warmth emanating from the skin as you hear him swallow. 

“for the record, i really like you back, but if the rule…” 

durin shakes his head rapidly. “i’m not a cupid yet. and even if i do become one…” 

he hesitantly covers your hands with his own, wings fluttering and wrapping around himself. 

“… i don’t think i’d be able to give you up. i’m still a dragon, and dragons are known to be greedy, especially with things like treasures. and you’re a treasure that i wouldn’t trade the world for.” 

he bashfully hides his face against your palm.

the surprisingly heartfelt confession has you dipping down, kissing the top of his head to the side of his lips, kissing him properly when he emerges from your hand. 

it’s like he always dreamt of. you and him under the stars again, truly, truly together, starstruck eyes staring into yours.

꒰ঌ what kind of cupid are they? ໒꒱

he’s rather calming; his polite, courteous personality winning people over. he tells stories to cover up his true identities, stories of the winged babe version of cupid many people have grown accustomed to. he also helps spirits find their lost loved ones.

꒰ঌ your relationship? ໒꒱

you like walking in the graveyard at night, or so you tell him, visiting the souls that have moved on and the dark ambience it exudes. flins began accompanying you after he found out, and a comforting routine was formed. he enjoys the late nights talks and your presence in general, it makes him feel… more human. he wonders if you can feel the tension that he’s drowning in from late evening to midnight.

꒰ঌ so, what happens? ໒꒱

you arrived early to the cemetery. you preoccupy yourself with searching for flins through the graves, through the fields— obviously to no avail. 

“maybe i should just go to the meeting place,”you conclude. 

it was gloomy, deeply atmospheric per usual. as always, you pay no mind, the knowledge that flins is around making the rather dark environment dissipate despite the keeper’s own appearance he gives off.  

you hear a bristling over to the side, making you stop momentarily. a small grove blocks a small amount of vision, but you can clearly make out flins far beyond. 

you make your way through the trees, landing upon a sight you could only describe as ethereal. 

there was flins, transformed into his winged body, avian limbs stretched out behind him with his hand combing through the feathers. with an unbothered look painted on his face, he turns to you.

“(name), you’re rather early.” 

you don’t look at him, a bit flustered from the view. “i am… um… what are you doing?” 

flins smiles and you shiver. 

“i suppose i’d describe it as… preening. i could use some help, if you’d like.” he says, a bit too smoothly, like he expected you to come. you feel as if every movement of yours is being scrutinized. 

“if… you’re okay with it.” you say, a little bashful as you make your way over, seated in front of him as he keeps that same pleasant smile that makes your stomach flip over. 

he flexes his wings out, slowly bringing them around you like an offering. 

you reach out to the one on the right, slowly tracing down the curve, flins sighing out at the contact. 

you reach down to a group of rustled feathers, running your fingers through the soft appendages as the man in front of you shuffles closer, his wing leaning into the touch. 

you feel the ends of his wings at the small of your back, bringing you even closer to him. the intimacy is not lost on you, the way his eyes are peering into yours and how his hands have found purchase against your biceps. 

he rests his head against your neck, making you tense at the sudden contact. 

“my apologies. are you uncomfortable?” flins asks. you have the suspicion, however, that he already knows your response. 

“no, no… just surprised is all.” you reply, distracting yourself by carding through both his wings now and feeling his feathers individually flutter at the welcome intrusion. 

you remember him saying before that having a relationship with a cupid was forbidden. 

so what was this, then? 

maybe he was playing with you, toying with you because he knows how badly he affects you. perhaps he knows that he’s in the forefront of your mind constantly, that you stopped walking through the cemetery for the place itself and now walk for the guide.

but you refuse to believe that, refuse to believe that the kind person who divulged his secret to you would hurt you like that. 

because maybe, just maybe, he’s doing this for the same reason you’re complying. 

“you’re beautiful,” you hear flins say, finding him staring at you again. 

“do you really believe so?” 

how had this happened? 

he nods, “i do.” 

he bristles as you brush over a sensitive spot, making you rub circles over the area, just to get another reaction from him. 

in response, he kisses you. almost. barely brushing his lips against yours, you feel him smile mischievously before trailing down to kiss your jaw, down to your neck. 

with a sudden burst of confidence, you tangle a hand in his hair, tugging at the strands just enough to meet his lips again, swallowing his sharp intake of air. you relish in the reaction he gave, kissing him fully as he melts into the embrace. 

his wings hug you, flins sighing into the kiss as you run a hand over that same spot from earlier, his own hands moving to take place at your waist. 

yes, he’s doing this for the same reason you are. 

forbidden, yes, but love all the same. 

꒰ঌ what kind of cupid are they? ໒꒱

extremely analytical. dissects a pair before shooting and sometimes adds some spice into them, like a criminal and a detective together. that’s bound to cause some mayhem, but it’s just how he likes it.

꒰ঌ your relationship? ໒꒱

you are that criminal, and he is that detective. he’s basically hurting himself twice over, first as a detective being in love with a person he’s supposed to throw in jail, and second as a cupid being in love with a human. you found out about him being a cupid, and that was because maybe he’s more comfortable with you than he’s ready to admit. despite it all, interacting with you is entertaining, so the best he can give is a cat and mouse chase with very, very tense and ignored attraction between both parties.

꒰ঌ so, what happens? ໒꒱

it was late into the night, a time heizou should be in bed, but instead he’s up chasing a clue an anonymous person mailed him about your whereabouts.

to be inconspicuous, he’s flying around in the sky invisible to the naked eye. he has a hunch on who sent him the direction, and that has him soaring faster.

he slows to a stop at the aforementioned destination, diving down and gracefully touching the ground beneath him as he sees you pacing around, willing himself to be visible right behind you. his hands place themselves on your shoulders as he whispers into your ear,

“miss me?”

you jump, elbowing him fast and direct in the side as a response. he yelps out as he backs away, clearly facing you as you turn.

“i thought i warned you to stop doing that?” you say with faux annoyance, a smile still finding its way onto your face.

he rubs the area you hit him before fluffing his wings and gifting you a plethora of feathers in your face.

“ugh, heizou! you little—!!” you pause your frantic actions of swatting away the feathers he bestowed as he reaches a hand to the top of your head, brushing some off that were stuck in your hair. your words are caught in your throat, the sudden gentle action catching you off guard.

his hand trails down to the side of your face, resting there as his thumb begins tracing patterns like an instinct.

“something’s on your mind.”

you hate how perceiving he can be sometimes, reading you perfectly without any hesitation or doubt. he’s too cocky with this skill of his, you think.

you simply shake your head no, which obviously doesn’t suffice.

“your brows are a bit furrowed, your quips are less frequent and unenthusiastic, and you haven’t done any of your trademark taunting,” heizou claims, “what’s wrong?”

you can’t help the warming of your face as you look away from his piercing eyes.

“you said before that cupids are prohibited from having a romantic relationship with human beings, right?”

heizou nods, “correct.”

“so why do you keep looking for me?”

it’s his turn to pause, and you can predict what he’s about to say.

“well, as a reminder, i am a detective. and you are a criminal, technically, even if your motives are far from malicious, but—”

“heizou,” you cut him off, “you know what i mean.”

he smiles coolly, guiding you to look at him again. “because a little thief stole my heart, and i need to get it back.”

you roll your eyes despite the understood meaning behind his words. “that’s really cheesy.”

“i don’t think you really mind,” he says, squeezing your face a little to press his point.

you grumble a small “shut up,” before seriously asking, “but… why, though? you know it’s prohibited, at least, you made it sound like a really strict rule… so why break it, you of all people?”

you feel his other hand come to squeeze your bicep lightly, “i sometimes wonder that myself. i guess the idea of the forbidden truly does attract people.”

he’s closer than before, you notice. you almost feel like pulling away for his sake, to save him the consequences or the regret. to save yourself from the embarrassment from when he’ll eventually recollect his senses, this whole chase stopping forever.

you make up your mind and let him softly kiss you.

you can feel the passion behind it. it sparks a thought of the finality of his actions. maybe it’s his way of saying goodbye, to end this. for the both of you.

he tugs you closer, deepening the kiss as you run a hand through his hair. if this is the last you’ll ever get to see of him…

he pulls away a little suddenly, looking into your eyes.

“i know what you’re thinking.”

you smile somewhat bittersweetly. “of course you do.”

he smiles back; his more confident, more sure. leaning in, you think he’s about to kiss you again…

you hear a click of metal around your wrist.

“… i’m not going anywhere. you, however!”

you scoff at the handcuff now trapping you to him, your expression now turning sly. “really, heizou…”

you push him to the ground.

“hey!—”

you dip down to his ear, whispering something simple.

“you wish.”

and you slip out of the cuffs, beginning the chase once again.

꒰ঌ what kind of cupid are they? ໒꒱

swings and misses and forms accidental couples. but sometimes these accidental couples can turn out to be accidental greatness, because sometimes even the most dysfunctional pairings at eye view can turn out to be the most suited together.

꒰ঌ your relationship? ໒꒱

it all started when he shot you by accident and started rolling with the idea, only for you to wonder why this random stranger was badgering you to go for another stranger who you’ve only seen when you go on shopping trips that you find mildly attractive. cue itto revealing through stumbled, irrational, quick fire words to save face that he’s a cupid and not some weirdo at all. odd way to start a relationship for sure. you didn’t quite believe that a guy like him could be a cupid, so from that day on itto persistently brought you along his missions in order to prove it, inadvertently digging a hole for himself as he began truly talking to you and feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. so despite your start, you have a tight-knit relationship, something itto desperately wants to change into something more.

꒰ঌ so, what happens? ໒꒱

“itto… are you sure about this?” you glance down the cliff. you’re so far up that it makes your breathing somewhat shallow.

“of course!” he laughs boisterously. “trust me, i’ve got the largest wings out of all the cupids, this’ll be a piece o’ cake!”

he swiftly picks you up bridal style as you yelp.

and without being able to think things over, he jumps.

clinging onto him for dear life, you scream as loud as humanly possible as the drop yanks your breath away. even from beneath your eyelids you can see the light, apart from the glow emitting from itto.

when you actually think you’re about to faint, itto flaps his wings midway through the drop and starts flying in place— a chance to catch your breath before he zooms straight ahead through the skies.

“itto!” you yelp.

you hug him as tightly as you’re able to without going limp, vaguely thinking about how you’re able to feel his muscular build so distinctly.

“c’mon! take a look at the view!” itto yells over the winds.

you let yourself take a small peek at the view when you get over the feeling of retching, focusing on the sound of itto’s laughter as you shakily move.

the view is stunning.

the mountains stretched out below connected to the plains adorned with stretches of forest and wildlife, the pristine waters running through the landscape and flowing endlessly. if your face weren’t so numb, your jaw would be dropped.

itto stops, flying easily in the sky as he holds you protectively in a static movement.

you inhale deeply. you’re still so high up, but now that you’re not speeding through the skies…

you look up at itto. he’s staring deeply at you, seemingly lost in thought. you want to smile at how serious he looks in the moment, the emotion hardly befitting for someone like him.

he opens his mouth only to shut it immediately after.

“is something wrong?” you ask.

“i really want to kiss you right now.” itto blurts.

your eyes widen.

“i, i mean, i really want to… miss… pi…di… diss! your hair is a mess. i mean, you still look good, though… wait…”

you cut him off with a small laugh. “… even now, you’re not too good at this cupid thing, are you?”

“wha— of course i am! i’m great—”

you shake your head in tired disbelief. “you… kind of… confessed to me.”

“so?”

“that’s… isn’t that not allowed?”

“huh, says who?” itto says, confidence exuding as he speaks loudly even though you’re the only one listening. “i dunno if you’ve noticed, but i’m kind of a big deal— i don’t listen to any rules except for the rules i give to myself. except for you, and shinobu i s’ppose… and—”

you roll your eyes and kiss him, cutting off his yelp as he (thankfully) holds you tighter. despite his shakiness, he holds you with a death grip, refusing to drop you even with his excitement, eventually kissing you back.

when you separate, you take note of his flushed face.

a gigantic smile grows on his face, the giddiness apparent in his voice. “i— you just, we just!”

you smile back, albeit shakily. “we did— please don’t drop me.”

“(name),” itto breathes, “you trust me, right?”

you nod, a bit out of it, maybe from the enveloping scenery, maybe from the sudden kiss, maybe from how high up you are. “i… do—! itto!!”

in an instant, he drops you suddenly to hold you by the waist, flipping you both upside down in the sky, the ground hundreds away now feeling a lot farther.

your arms instinctively wrap around his neck as they were before, the closeness not being lost on you.

“normal kisses are boring! let’s do something more… flamboyant!”

you find yourself laughing even with the precarious circumstances, and he dips back to your lips and holds you even closer.

it’s ironic. you feel safe, even as the ground seems so much farther away from your cloud nine.

꒰ঌ what kind of cupid are they? ໒꒱

naturally charismatic and smooth talks his way into people’s hearts purely by accident before giving them to someone else. unfortunately, he’s off the table…

꒰ঌ your relationship? ໒꒱

a thin line between ‘just friends’ and ‘in love’. outsiders see plenty of flirty banter, while you two see a wall. something that you can’t cross completely because crossing would mean never turning back, and that’s an idea kaeya cannot do because it’s prohibited. so he lets you come close, be in his space. but never beyond that line of friendship, even if he wishes you both could cross it.

꒰ঌ so, what happens? ໒꒱

kaeya was feeling more troubled than usual.

perhaps it was because of yesterday when he almost kissed you when under the influence, maybe it was the way you lingered in his office in the morning.

he downs a shot, diluc glancing over at him as the captain signals for a refill.

just a few hours ago, kaeya launched one arrow into one of his subordinates and another one in you— perhaps one of the hardest decisions he’s ever had to make.

he gives a hefty sigh, hand on his forehead as he wonders if doing that was the right thing to do. on one hand, it’d be easier to keep himself and his feelings away from you, momentary pain would be better to feel now rather than in the long run. however…

… he dreaded having to witness the consequences of his actions. you flirting with that other knight. you coming to kaeya to change your patrols to be with that other knight. you clinging, kissing, maybe one day marrying—

“kaeya? hey, are you okay? don’t tell me you’re drunk…”

he whips his head around at the voice, and lo and behold, it’s you. thankfully, that other knight was nowhere to be seen.

you slide into the stool next to him, kaeya a little mesmerized, most definitely more than out of it. the sight of you acting normally does somewhat sober him, prompting him to offer a charming smile.

it quickly dissipates, however, upon the sight of that knight coming up. he taps your shoulder, diverting your attention from kaeya.

this is what was supposed to happen, right?

so, why does he feel like barging in on your moment?

kaeya forces himself to turn away, facing the counter as diluc comes into view.

“have you changed your mind?” diluc calmly says, quiet enough for only kaeya to hear as you’re busy with the knight.

“you know i can’t,” kaeya mutters, “as much as i’d like…”

he finds himself glancing over to you chatting happily, your companion’s face a little flushed.

diluc simply raises a brow, leaving to go tend to another matter in the tavern.

kaeya plasters on his usual, easygoing smile again as he faces you both, awaiting a break in conversation before interrupting.

“(name), feel free to order a drink on my tab. i hardly believe you came here only to talk.” he manages in an even tone, a small bite escaping near the end.

you chuckle a bit. “you’re going to have to pay that off someday, you know.”

kaeya laughs, even if he’s used to that tease you use more often than you realize. “not today, it seems. diluc appears to be in a rather good-spirited mood.”

at the mention of his name, diluc makes his way over. “what would you like tonight?”

kaeya thinks he’s doing pretty well. maybe it was the alcohol numbing his senses, helping him be able to get through tonight without reaching for the reversing solution— that would ‘reverse’ the affects of the arrow kaeya shot— just yet.

he risks a look at you and the knight again.

you’re a lot closer, he notes.

in fact… you look as if you’re about to kiss the guy.

and in that second, kaeya folds.

eyeing diluc rather pointedly, he gets the message across, earning an eye-rolling from diluc as he takes the special vial out, pouring the contents into your drink and then to the knight’s.

slamming the drinks on the counter and effectively interrupting your moment, diluc departs with a plain, “enjoy.”

as soon as you finish it, kaeya steps off from his seat and takes your hand gently.

“it’s getting late, wouldn’t want you getting wasted without anyone to take you home. shall we leave?”

he’ll apologize eventually, he’ll tell you everything eventually.

but for now, he’s taking you home.

꒰ঌ what kind of cupid are they? ໒꒱

probably the best (not biased) cupid you could have by your side. everything comes easily with him and how he guides his pairs together, he’s a natural. the only problem he has is how lonely it makes him feel sometimes… but perhaps that’s why he works so hard to bring people together.

꒰ঌ your relationship? ໒꒱

you met on the alcor, and ever since then you’ve created a routine of meeting him either late at night or in the wee hours of the morning up in the crow’s nest. it’s easy to confide in you and to carry conversations throughout the hours, and you grew to be sealed in a special place in his heart. maybe too special.

꒰ঌ so, what happens? ໒꒱

the breeze flies through the party on the alcor’s deck, people drunk out of their minds as a new day approaches.

you hear kazuha hiccup, drunk and draped over your back as you trudge to his room.

“where are we going?” you hear him slur quietly, nuzzling into your shoulder.

“your room,” you stop in front of his door, struggling to open it with kazuha hugging you so tightly, but eventually manage.

you walk in and shut the door behind you. you notice there’s more papers scattered about, likely an assortment of abandoned poems. his small snores catch your attention.

you lightly nudge your head against his. “kazuha, wake up for a bit, please.”

his eyes flutter open after a few as you back up into his bed, waiting for him to get the message. he seems to understand and falls back, but not without grasping onto your shirt.

you gently remove his fingers, turning around to face him. he’s sitting, staring up at you like you’re the multitude of stars he finds himself admiring every night, no matter how many times he’s done so.

“are you,” kazuha hiccups, “leaving?”

“i… am,” you (hesitantly) affirm, “i’m pretty tired…”

kazuha squeezes your hand. “then, stay? we can sleep together.”

you feel heat creeping up your neck. “you mean… sleep in the same bed, right? not… nevermind.”

you recognize the feelings inside you wanting to stay, but your rational mind warns you that by doing so would mean having to deal with the situation in the morning, with him sober.

you glance away for a second, from the kazuha before you that’s vulnerable and appearing ready to spout something out but unable to, this side of him you rarely get to see.

you find yourself sitting next to him, holding a hand of his as you speak softly. “i… don’t think i should. but i can stay until you fall asleep.”

you catch him staring at you with that expression again. “more?”

“more?…”

“can you stay more?” his words are a little mushed but still so yearning, prompting a smile to appear on your face.

you shut your eyes and sigh, “i guess i could…”

when you look at him again, he seems closer than before.

he utters your name so reverently, “i…”

a serious expression replaced the wanting features he wore before, like a sobering sense of reality finally sunk in.

“‘m sorry.” he simply says.

“for?…” you say in return.

it’s quiet. he seems to ponder something, shakes his head, and lies properly on the bed, tugging you down with him.

it’s warm, sharing a bed with someone else. especially when that someone tucks you under his head, holding you close like you’ll disappear from him too.

“…goodnight.” he whispers, his voice the clearest you’ve heard since you found him drunk, draped over a table and half-asleep.

“goodnight,” you return, wondering why his behavior seemed so final.

you’re not able to ask as he quickly falls to slumber.

morning arrives fast, considering it was in the early hours of the morning when you fell asleep.

kazuha’s up first. he opens his eyes, wincing at the memories flooding in from last night. his head hurts, a dull pounding scattering his concentration. he registers that someone’s in his arms.

he can feel his face start to warm as he remembers.

he remembers wanting to kiss you. he remembers how dangerously close he was to confessing. he remembers how he wanted to confess everything— how he felt, his job as a cupid, how he wanted to be with you so badly it hurt his heart whenever he thought of you.

kazuha intakes a large breath of air, slowly letting it out as he recollects his thoughts.

even with his conflicting thoughts, he finds himself holding you tighter, before pulling away slowly. you stir in your sleep, eyes opening as you see kazuha standing next to the bed.

you feel like panicking, even as he apologizes for waking you up. he seems so far away, even though he’s so physically near.

you sit up, staring at the man before you.

“i apologize for my actions in my drunken state. were you uncomfortable?” he asks sheepishly.

you shake your head no, wondering if you should address how distant he seems. instead, you find yourself cupping his face in a daze.

“(name)?…” kazuha says quietly, his voice light as he covers your hands with his own.

he had enough time to back away, to state that he didn’t like what you were doing, just to save himself from these feelings he created— but instead, as you lean closer to him, he gracefully accepts your lips on his.

it’s soft, something so warming with passion along unspoken words to each other. it ends too soon, kazuha pulling away with an even softer look in his eyes.

“please don’t leave.” you say before you can think.

kazuha’s torn. you know something’s up, you know him so well from the time you’ve known each other.

he could very well lose his title of cupid and his own being. his mind berates him with these words, but in the end his heart makes the decision.

he gently kisses you again.

he will stay.

꒰ঌ what kind of cupid are they? ໒꒱

tactical, cool headed and takes his time when pairing those he thinks are fit together. a stark contrast to ajaw who’s far from the not so easily swayed demeanor kinich exudes, instead opting for hotheadedness and irrational decisions. 

꒰ঌ your relationship? ໒꒱

it took a long while to crack through his exterior, to cross that bridge from being just another friend to something deeper, dangerous. you’ve had too many close encounters like that, too near what was considered prohibited. moments where proximities tested patience, moments where your lips are so close a simple movement would join them together (mostly because of ajaw who “doesn’t believe in the rule”)— it all serves as a reminder. a reminder that when it comes to you, he’ll do anything, as weak as it makes him out to be. 

꒰ঌ so, what happens? ໒꒱

“KINICH! are you paying attention?! did you hear ANYTHING i just said?!” 

kinich sighs, “be quiet, ajaw.” 

“you’re thinking of (NAME) again, AREN’T YOU? how PATHETIC! KINICH, ogling over a HUMAN! if the rule weren’t so STUPID, i’d tell the ARCHONS!” ajaw fulminates. 

kinich looks over. “no, the reason why you haven’t told them is because if you did, we both wouldn’t be able to see (name) ever again. i know you like them too.” 

ajaw huffs. “WELL, UNLIKE YOU, I WOULD CONFESS IF I WERE THAT DEEPLY IN LOVE!” 

kinich tunes him out with the rest of his insults along the lines of “YOU COWARD!!” and “YOU’RE BLIND IF YOU…” echoing in his ears. 

he wonders what you’re doing right now. he wishes you were with him instead of his current partner, but maybe some separation would do him some help considering… 

“—  EVEN THE GOLDEN ARROWS OF THE ARCHONS WOULDN’T BE ABLE TO OVERCOME YOUR COWARDICE!!” 

kinich slaps ajaw away, the dragon flying away into the sky with aggravated yelling. 

though, the dragon’s last words still replayed across his mind… 

… especially as a lustrous arrow-like weapon hits him a few moments later. 

it’s dark out when you find kinich. hunched, elbow balanced on a knee as his eyes, unfocused, stare at the ground. 

of course, you run over. sitting next to him, you notice the slight sheen of sweat on his head, slightly out of breath. maybe he just got done with a commission? 

“kinich! hey, are you okay?…” you place a hand on his shoulder, his body immediately tensing. you lift to take it back, only for him to take your wrist halfway.

he lets go with a small mutter of an apology, still not looking you in the eyes. 

he says nothing; but you notice the way he shifts away when you come too close, how on edge he suddenly seems to be. 

you frown. 

“kinich…” 

he shakes his head and wincingly speaks. “you should go home…” 

it makes your heart pang with a little hurt before pushing through, slowly and gently taking his hand in yours as he curls his fingers with yours, despite the words he last said. 

“only if you go with me,” you say without much thought put into the implications. 

kinich tightens his grip on your hand, not to a suffocating point, but noticeable. 

he lets you come close. 

and just like so many times before, you’re in a dangerous situation. 

but this time, there’s no one to interrupt. 

kinich feel weak reaching out to you, cupping your face purely by instinct, his keen, intellect ridden thinking overrun with you. 

and the words, poisonous coming from him, “kiss me?” are the product. 

your eyes grow, looking at him with such surprise in contrast to his stoicism, hiding beneath some sort of suffering, a yearning to be loved. it hurt, it hurts. 

but he’d suffer eons if it meant he could experience that love, even just once. such as in the moment where your lips come to his, featherlight in ministration, like you’re testing how far the fall is. 

he’s the one who deepens it, leaning into you as the moment seems to last for so long, just as he wants it to be. 

after all, his yearning must come with some price, no?

꒰ঌ what kind of cupid are they? ໒꒱

the epitome of love at first sight. but also the epitome of hate at first sight. when you spot someone and immediately fall in love, lyney’s at work. he’s a rather romantic person, after all. if you spot someone and immediately want to wring their throat, lyney’s also to blame. although he prefers the former, he is a part of the fatui. what can be done?

꒰ঌ your relationship? ໒꒱

ironically, love at first sight. only on his end, however. you… saw differently. perhaps someone was messing with him, because you seemed to dislike him from the get go. taste of his own medicine, huh? that dislike transformed into something deeper, akin to hate, as he began breaking up you and whoever you were romantically involved with. he thought he was being subtle, too… now, he spends his time flirting with and dedicating his shows to you, hoping that maybe one day things will change.

꒰ঌ so, what happens? ໒꒱

it was late out, a time you’d rather have spent at home. however, your friend decided it’d be a great idea to go to a magic show happening around that time, dragging you along despite your protests.

even now, seeing the magicians performing on stage makes your blood simmer. you can see the smug glint in his eyes and even his less expressive sister has a knowing look in hers. you know they see you.

and yet, despite the clear distaste you’ve made clear for the pair, lyney still throws you that same rainbow rose bouquet he throws every single time you (somehow, usually by force) attend his shows. even if the gesture makes you feel even more taunted, you still can’t help but feel the action to be a little… heartwarming. you feel your face uncomfortably heat up.

you can barely hear nor see the people around you, their stares nonexistent as you narrow in on the stage, at lyney. he stares right back, but the intent behind his gaze is noticeably different than yours.

“you know, i think he’s into you! you’re so lucky!”

you excuse yourself from your friend.

you need some air, away from the crowd, away from their piercing— and you find yourself leaning against a far alleyway wall, heart beating uncontrollably as you recall that soft look in his eyes. you shake your head from those thoughts, shifting to look at his gift in your hand.

it’s quiet, the only interruptions being the small echoes of cheers from the magic show. it’s almost over, you can tell.

you feel your fingers slowly curl deeper into the bouquet you’re holding, choking the pretty flowers as a few petals make their way to the ground. you toss it, the main vessel joining its shedding.

“oh, dear.”

you instinctively wince, head rising to meet the voice of the one you heard speak. you recognize it, and it makes you feel a little sicker.

“you don’t appreciate my gift, i take it?” lyney eyes the mess on the ground, flowers strewn all around lying on top the ribbon holding them together, colored your favorite.

“i’d love it if it were from anyone else but you.” you immediately jab.

he dramatically brings the back of his hand to his head as if going through a fainting spell. “oh, mon amor, you wound me so…”

“don’t even,” you cut in, “i’m sure your sister must be looking for you—”

“lynette is preoccupied with cleaning the stage and knows well about my absence.” lyney smiles, but you feel far from eased by the gesture. you notice the small hint of sadness beneath the mask, and wonder what’s really going on.

despite wanting to ask, you feel your eye twitch. “what do you want, exactly?”

his expression morphs into something more serious, genuine. he slowly tips his hat off, holding it to his chest as he locks eyes unwaveringly, intensely.

“i’ve been… pondering. reflecting, as of late… about my actions towards you from before. i never truly apologized, have i?”

you look at him strangely despite the words from his mouth being in the same tongue, simple meaning, easy to comprehend; but the things you want to say in reply escape you.

you remember them so clearly, the memories of previous lovers not lasting because of the man in front of you playing some part in the relationships’ demise. you have had nights struggling over his actions, thoughts keeping you awake as insecurities bubbled and everything seemed to overflow. it comes to mind that what he’s saying is true. he never quite said a sort of sorry for everything, despite “pursuing” you today.

“… no, you haven’t.”

he almost reaches for you, but thinks twice. “I’m sorry, truly, for causing you all the pain you must’ve gone through because of my actions.”

you divert your eyes as you find yourself mumbling, “why are you apologizing now?”

lyney risks a step forward, ending right in front of you. “when you were looking— glaring— at me from the audience, i felt… felt a certain sorrow. that perhaps… i was simply forcing you to be someone that i can never achieve or be lucky enough to have.

i know my attempts seem unserious… but when i broke your relationships back then…”

“lyney,” you interrupt softer than you intended, “were you… jealous?”

he ceases to look you in the eyes.

“you’re… that’s a petty, stupid thing to do, you know that, right?” you chide, eyes wide in disbelief. all these years, you had believed his flirting, those breakups— all to make fun of you, have some fun at your own expense. but…

“love is blind, i can attest to that.”

before you realize it, you’re pulling lyney in, his back against the brick wall as he breathes a small, sharp intake of air.

he gives a small smirk despite being the one trapped. “oh? and to think you seemed to hate me just a few moments ago. did i play my cards to your liking?”

“were you serious?” you ask, not replying to his statements. “do… do you actually—”

lyney puts a finger to your lips, infuriatingly light with a small teasing tone of voice. “nothing but the truth.”

and that’s all it takes to have your lips on his, kissing him so unlike the embraces you’ve experienced before, this filled with a certain kind of passion that fills the memories you once held as ammo for your hate for the magician you’re locking with in an alleyway.

it makes you almost laugh at the irony, at the contrast.

you feel lyney’s hands trail to your waist, pulling you closer as you wrap your arms around his neck, before slowly pulling away for some air. he chases after you even as you lean away for a little, until the sound of footsteps makes you both halter.

you pull him back and duck quickly behind the nearby trash bin, thankfully tall and wide enough to block any view of you two, as the footsteps fade into the darkness of the night, small calls of your name being heard.

only small intakes of breath can be heard as you both catch your breaths, a small giggle leaving you.

“that’s… my friend. we… we should go, huh?” you say, a little short of breath. “i’m sure lynette’s—”

“they can wait,” lyney tugs you onto him. “please?”

how were you ever able to resist him before?

꒰ঌ what kind of cupid are they? ໒꒱

breaks couples up for the fun of it, sometimes with good intentions and sometimes with non-justifiable reasons. he yanks out the worst in people, clouds people’s judgements, makes it so that fixable problems turn into bigger dilemmas. a pain is what he is.

꒰ঌ your relationship? ໒꒱

he hates you. his first time meeting you was when he was in the middle of instigating a breakup. it was going pretty well until you bumped in, smoothing everything out the quickest he’s ever seen someone do. so, he avoided you. but you kept mending whatever relationships he’d try to break up in your area. and sure, he says he hates it, but the fact that he still stays in your area suggests something. with that said, you’ve known each other for quite a long time.

꒰ঌ so, what happens? ໒꒱

he heard you got a boyfriend.

so, he formed a plan.

he waited for a few weeks, just to let your new “phase” become a more familiar part of your life.

then he shot his arrows at your boyfriend only, just to make the pain hurt more on your end. unrequited love was always bitter, satisfying to him, after all.

for the next couple weeks, he began feeding your boyfriend information about yourself that was exaggerated in the worst way possible, well fabricated falsities, anything that would make him leave.

it was supposed to be liberating, seeing the day your boyfriend finally ended it. scaramouche was invisible to your eyes, floating in the skies above as the confrontation happened, and when that guy left you standing frozen in place, he thought he’d relish in seeing your tears, the sadness that always came with breakups like this. you still had feelings for your now ex, after all.

but instead…

you had just gone through a messy breakup. you couldn’t help crumpling to the ground, sitting and furiously wiping your face whose tears just kept coming.

you stopped wiping them when they wouldn’t stop. you let them fall, let the world around you fade as you sat, disassociated.

you hear a rustle come from nearby.

behind a tree comes him.

scaramouche, an infuriating jerk who you’ve only interacted with through bitter insults and counteracting whatever pleasure he gets from wanting to break people up. you’ve never seen a softer side of him, never seen a reason to try, up until today.

you watch him cautiously as he sits down next to you.

“what do you want?” you say as coldly as you can, but you’re too exhausted to muster up any sort of intense emotion.

“… you’re crying.” he states.

“… no kidding?”

“do you… want to talk about it?”

you let the awkward silence sink in before addressing what he just said.

“… really, when you’re probably behind this? leave me alone, scaramouche.”

you sniff, turning your head away from him.

he scoffs. “as always, you’re being such a brat.”

when you don’t give him a reply, he moves to where you’re facing.

slowly, he cups your face. you almost flinch in response, but his hold on you is almost… comforting, in a way.

“you’re ugly when you cry.” he says, wiping away your remaining tears.

you huff, “that’s supposed to make me feel better?”

this time, he doesn’t respond as he wordlessly keeps your face held by his hands. your eyes are dried by now, but everything still lingers.

“you did this.”

scaramouche looks away from you, contemplating. “it’s not like he was a good boyfriend to you.”

“how would you know?” you look at him with a glare, albeit with some curiosity.

“it doesn’t matter.”

“i think it does, what, were you jealous?” you challenge, making scaramouche sigh as he looks you in the eye. it’s a little intimidating, but you meet him head on.

“the audacity to even suggest something like that.” he mutters, containing less of his usual bite.

“you’re still holding my face.”

he’s silent.

“i hate you so much,” he starts. you’re about to retaliate before he continues.

“does he know you hate the restaurant you always go to on dates?”

“wha—?”

“does he know,” he cuts you off, “that you take the long route home from that restaurant because you like the scenery and hate the muddy roads through the other path?”

“no,” you butt in. “so how do you know?”

“like i said, it doesn’t matter. what matters is that he was stupid and you shouldn’t be crying over him.”

you feel your eyes widen.

then it hits you.

something literally hits you. pierces, to be exact. but you don’t feel pain. you feel the opposite, you feel the warming in your chest, your face growing hot and your vision turning dizzy.

scaramouche’s still holding your face, his own eyes blown open as you process the sudden spike in heat from his hands.

you hear him curse under his breath.

neither of you makes a move as the symptoms fully sink in.

you find yourself bringing your hands to his porcelain face, feeling him shiver.

and before you can fully think, both you and scaramouche lean in at the same time.

when you press your lips against each other, it’s soft, delicate, like you both are testing the waters without rippling through it. you feel him sigh into the kiss, the action making you move a hand to the back of his neck. it quickly becomes more desperate than you intend.

you hear someone stutter your name as you pull away from scaramouche, recognizing the voice.

it’s your ex.

꒰ঌ what kind of cupid are they? ໒꒱

somewhat traditional and a tad bit cheesy with how he matchmakes, but there’s nothing wrong with that! known as “the fixer” because he fixes up relationships and helps them stay fixed.

꒰ঌ your relationship? ໒꒱

really, really, unfortunately likes you. he’s been caught daydreaming on countless occasions, gives you homemade and purchased gifts he knows you like, sees you in places and things that remind him of you— all to be reminded of his place in the grand scheme of things. he knows, he’s falling too hard for someone he can’t have. but for some reason, he can’t stop.

꒰ঌ so, what happens? ໒꒱

so, maybe he likes— loves— you a lot. 

and… loving sometimes means having to make sacrifices to keep your loved ones happier for the future. that’s what he thinks, at least. 

a cupid loving a human wasn’t normal, wouldn’t be good in the long run. therefore…

“what’s my type?” 

thoma nods, an awkward laugh leaving him. “yeah, um, i was just wondering…” 

you smile teasingly. “okay, let me think.” 

“take your time,” thoma nods, looking anywhere but you else he might fold from the expression you’re giving him. calculating, knowing. he can feel himself fluster, face turning warm under your staring. 

you hum. “personality-wise… someone caring, loyal… too kind for his own good while still having a playful side.”

“i-i see…” thoma says. he thinks for a sliver of second that your description matches terms many have used to describe him, and his heart flutters more rapidly than he appreciates while sinking all the same. “and looks-wise?” 

you inch closer to him, he notices all too well. “hm, strawberry-blonde hair… green eyes… tall…” 

thoma feels his heart jump higher and higher to his throat. you’re close, closer than before…

“are you… describing someone in particular?” thoma manages, an easygoing smile masking how badly he wants to pull you in at the moment, to profess his love for you, to be able to be with you forever… 

your expression falters slightly. “i am, actually…” 

“are you, by any chance…” he trails off, this wasn’t supposed to happen, he’s letting his feelings get in the way again—

you place a hand on his chest, no doubt feeling how hard his heart hammers. “i was describing you, you know.” 

thoma’s breathing hitches. he wants to confess right then and there, to pour his whole heart out, but all he can get out are a couple stutters because this shouldn’t be happening. 

it shouldn’t, it’s prohibited, but he lets you cup his face anyways, his hands ghosting over your biceps unsure of how to continue. 

“thoma… are you okay? you… don’t have to reciprocate…” you say, worry prominent in your tone. he can hear the underlying dolor with your words, and thoma wants to beat himself up for being the cause. 

he makes up his mind.

running his hands down to your waist, thoma pulls you against him and kisses you tenderly, softly; the immediate elation filling him up. he thinks that nothing else can compare to the happiness overwhelming him at the moment as your lips move as easily against his, your thumb caressing his face so sweetly. 

even when you separate, it’s slow, a small lean away with your breaths still able to intermingle. his lips tingle, and he dips down again, only to be stopped by your finger. 

your eyes crease. “i take it you feel the same?” 

thoma laughs, gentle and warm sounding. “i do, of course i do.” 

and when he kisses you again, he knows for sure he’s a goner. 

he fell too easily, too hard.

꒰ঌ what kind of cupid are they? ໒꒱

works with botany to make relationships bloom (haha). known to make people spontaneously smell better with his specialized perfumes and colognes when around their other half and creates unique atmospheres that a simple candle couldn’t create with his own blends of incenses. and the meals he makes on occasion… well, he knows a very powerful spice that leaves those who eat his food rather infatuated.

꒰ঌ your relationship? ໒꒱

it started out merely as earthly coworkers, but he developed feelings as you went on more expeditions and patrols together. he buried them down, however, sticking to the opportunities he’s already been gifted. he already got special permission to be stationed near the forest he so dearly wanted to be by, so faraway yearning will have to be enough.

꒰ঌ so, what happens? ໒꒱

it was on an expedition with you, tighnari, and two other rangers; them being apart of his current mission as a cupid.

he’d already shot them with his arrows, but them dancing around each other would hardly be named a job well done. they needed a stronger push, something like a concoction of his slipped into their food or something…

“‘nari, you awake in there?”

he hears you call out to him, gentle as ever. he wonders if you know how crazy that drives him.

he sets down the spoon that he’s been mindlessly stirring around against the pot.

“we may need more firewood. could you go look?”

you nod and scurry off, leaving tighnari sighing to himself. he glances at the two rangers beside the river gathering water, making sure they’re a good distance away. he then scoops a good serving of stew for the four bowls set out, sprinkling a special spice he made himself into two of them and stirring the mixtures as to conceal the extra ingredient.

his ear twitches as he hears you coming back along with the rangers, taking your bowl to hand to you.

you accept it with a smile as he warns it’s hot, joining him sitting as you dig into dinner.

he carefully watches the pair across from you out of the corner of his eye as he converses with you and, thankfully, things seem to be going well.

you suddenly stand up, diverting his attention to solely you. “ah, i don’t feel too well… i think i’m gonna go to bed early.”

tighnari nods, standing up beside you and taking your bowl slowly. “don’t feel too well… in what way? you didn’t do any unsupervised foraging, did you?” his voice reaches a sterner tone near the end.

you simply shake your head. “just… off. it’s nothing, really. probably just tired, it was a long day.”

he nods, “i see. sleep well, then.”

you thank him before going into your tent, tighnari puzzling over what could be the matter before refocusing to the job at hand.

eventually, as it grows darker and tighnari’s done cleaning up, the two rangers having gone into their agreed upon shared tent, he decides it’s a good time to head to bed as well. he heads into his own tent, unbeknownst to the next events about to occur.

you’re burning.

it feels akin to a fever, but you don’t feel sick. your mind feels a little fogged, but there’s one thing clear. you want to go see tighnari.

you exit your tent, stumbling a little. you stop outside his as you knock on the rock outside to alert him of your presence, hoping he won’t be too annoyed with you waking him up like this.

strangely, he seems to be awake already, and he unzips the tent rather quickly.

“(name)…” he mumbles, trailing off as you hug him. your skin’s unnaturally hot.

he hugs you with hesitancy. “i think someone put something into the soup.”

you nod, resting your head in his neck as he sighs.

“i think… i think you should go back to your tent,” tighnari says, but his actions betray him as he holds you tighter.

you simply shake your head no before adding, “can we sleep… in the same tent tonight?”

“you know that’s…”

you look up at him, conflicting emotions clear on his face as he brings a hand to the back of your head.

“please?” you ask again. he looks pretty, the moon shining over him as your heart pumps so fast with his.

something in him folds as he nods his head.

“… fine.”

he lets you go, the second he does so inviting emptiness as you sigh from the sudden flood. you enter the tent first as he holds the flaps open for you, following behind as you get comfortable on his bedding.

tighnari comes over and, despite his best efforts not to, goes back to holding you as he did before.

you think to yourself, with the last parts of your mind unclogged, maybe he’s only acting this way because of whatever was in the soup. you know you aren’t, considering your feelings for him, but that gives you the willpower to break out of his hold and sit upright.

he sits up too, confusion apparent on his face.

“i… don’t want you to go back to your original self tomorrow morning and regret the previous night.” you find yourself saying.

tighnari simply cups your face, eyes looking into yours.

“i’m immune to whatever was put in the soup. i feel… as normal as i can be right now.”

tighnari will regret tomorrow morning no matter what. but he’d do it again. and again and again and again, because he let himself fall like this.

“you mean it? then…” you can feel your own hands move to his shoulders, to the sides of his neck.

“i do.”

you’re now close, so close your lips would brush together with the smallest movement.

you both close the paper-thin gap at the same time. you relish in the satisfaction it gives, kissing tighnari like he’s a lifeline. almost desperate, untying.

you only break away to tell him, “i love you.”

tighnari, having heard those words so many times with the words being forbidden if from his mouth, responds very clearly.

“i love you, too.”

and he dives in again.

꒰ঌ what kind of cupid are they? ໒꒱

intimidating, to say the least, considering his large stature. his easygoing, carefree nature helps smooth over any existing problems, reliable in any scenario, even if it’s gone haywire. 

꒰ঌ your relationship? ໒꒱

he’d never be able to pinpoint when and where you first began growing closer, just knowing you did at one point and its growth ever since. he finds himself doing all sorts of things unbefitting of a leader, from zoning out even more during paperwork to let thoughts of you accompany him instead to him sometimes trailing down to your lips to imagine what’d it’d be like kissing them. he’s smitten, yearning. to follow you would be irresponsible, however, dismissing how much he wants to do so anyways. 

꒰ঌ so, what happens? ໒꒱

there was only one bed. 

you and varka were on a mission, one that would take at least a couple days. it required a place to stay, a place that only had a few rooms left, all with a sole single bed. 

it was a bit of a tight fit, considering the man next to you taking up a large chunk of the space. you’re unable to lie next to each other without your arms touching, the heat emanating making you want to kick the blanket on top of you to the floor. 

“you alright? the offer still stands, y’know.” 

you peek over at varka in his simple tight fitting shirt and lounge pants, sitting up and gazing at you. 

this is the first good clear look you’ve gotten of him since he changed and, of course, you’re stunned. 

you only look away when he smirks. you expect a small quip or tease, but instead he stays quiet, only lying back down and sighing. 

this was varka lately. less boisterous, less  carefree, acquiring a mulling mindset that allowed him more space. 

your first guess at the cause of the shift was that it was a personal problem, something you avoided questioning him about while still giving your own support; only to realize it wasn’t that easy. 

you remember him still laughing, normal, around jean that one night in the tavern. 

it made you recognize, he was only different with you. 

two weeks you’ve seen him as his usual self around others, only abnormal around you. 

your expression changes as varka sighs, your heart slowly falling to your stomach. you sit up this time, the sheets pooling around you as you inhale slowly, letting go a drawn out exhale. 

“did… i do something?” 

varka takes a few to respond, the silence, even though brief, making you sweat all the same. 

“pardon?” 

you place a hand to your heart, feeling it beat erratically against its cage as you sneak a glance at him. 

“for… the past couple weeks, you’ve been acting strange. and please, don’t play dumb.” 

varka lifts himself up to mirror your stance, silent for a good couple seconds, probably contemplating his responses before he caves. 

“can’t get anything past you, can i?” he says with a gruff chuckle, more to ease the tension than out of humor. 

you look over at him, fully. a look of uncertainty plays on his face, a cruel dance. 

“so, what did i do?” 

he shakes his head, albeit hesitantly. it almost scared you, how incongruous he was being, how unsure. “i… can’t say.” 

you swing your legs over the bed. 

“… fine.” you wince at how harsh the word came out, making you backtrack. “sorry. i’m gonna go check to see if any other rooms opened up.” 

before you can push yourself off the sheets, you feel the bed dip as varka grasps your wrist.

“wait. sorry. i… i need to show you something.”

he waits until you’re facing him before continuing, hushed voice reaching your ears as a whisper. “i don’t want you beating yourself up about this, so pay attention, yeah? this is supposed to be a secret.” 

he trails his hands to yours, holding them delicately with his. as he shuts his eyes, a glow begins to surround his body, a warmth that seeps in you through your connected, intertwined fingers. 

two giant wings flap from his back, knocking the pillows on the bed to the floor and scattering the items on the nightstand nearby, finally being recalled to relax as he opens his eyes to peer into yours. 

“… varka?” 

“i’m a cupid. you’ve heard of those, haven’t you? listen. cupids… aren’t allowed to be in a romantic relationship. and i… caught feelings. for you.” 

your eyes soften as you listen, tightening your grip on his hands ever so slightly like he could disappear at any moment— which, you suppose, he really can. 

“my plan was to distance myself, at least a little at a time. but, i’m a weak man, aren’t i? i shouldn’t even be telling you all this, but… i couldn’t see you so down because of me.” 

“… i think a lot of people would disagree that you’re weak, you know.” you breathe, a little loss for words, a lot confused. 

“only for you,” he murmurs, less focus in his eyes, yet still aware of how dangerous the current situation is, you’re sure. “only for you.” 

you laugh, bittersweet while throwing out a rhetorical. “why did you tell me, confess to me, when i’m not even allowed to have you?”  

varka glides a hand to your chin as he barks out a curt laugh, tilting your vision up to look at him.

“i’m yours,” he leans a bit closer, wings enclosing you in an embrace. “it’s wrong, this is so wrong. but… you’re alluring. in a way i can’t ignore. it feels irresponsible, but if you felt the same way…” 

you lean forward, landing your lips on his. 

it’s sweet, slow, breathless all the same. 

you can feel varka’s hand fall from your chin down to your waist, pulling you closer to drink your lips. 

it’s risky, unsafe. but with your lips moving against his, he won’t, can’t, find himself saying so. 

yes, varka feels weak, almost unbearably so. weak-willed. undeniably whipped.

you separate for just a moment, enough time for you to say those sweet words, “i do— i do feel the same way.” 

and varka knows for sure— he was doomed from the start. 

꒰ঌ what kind of cupid are they? ໒꒱

he’s under a contract to work and doesn’t complain, even if the two jobs of slaying demons and matchmaking humans can put him some tedious and weighty stress. he does wonder if his entire life will forever consist of this. it’s… calm, but a part of him still remains restless. maybe one day he’ll be able to relax.

꒰ঌ your relationship? ໒꒱

you work in bubu pharmacy, making you see xiao a lot. an intimate relationship was formed after being his designated caretaker for a couple of months, and eventually he revealed that not only was he an adeptus, but a cupid as well. he realized he caught feelings only after a certain conversation with zhongli.

꒰ঌ so, what happens? ໒꒱

it’d been a month.

you were confused, to say the least. what happened? did you do something? was it because of what he told you?

it seemed that no matter how hard you tried to talk to him or even see him, he evaded everything.

you still notice how empty your route going home is, however. so despite the silent treatment you’ve been given, you know that he’s alive.

but… it still hurt.

you’re busying yourself by taking stock, ready to head home as soon as you finish. it’s quite dark out, but it clearly highlights the stars in the sky. it reminds you of xiao, of the countless nights you’ve spent fussing over him; seemingly over now for a reason you don’t know.

you find yourself still, hands gripping the drawer you have open. you shut it softly, a sigh leaving you.

you suddenly feel a familiar gust of wind behind you.

snapping your head around, you see xiao. for the first time in an entire month, he’s back.

he stumbles, your arms instinctively reaching out to his to balance him. he’s warm, you absentmindedly note.

“xiao? are you…”

he tilts his head forward into your collarbone, pulling you in like you’re his sole life source. your sentence dies on your tongue, his proximity being the only thing clear at the moment.

his head’s burning, hot to the touch as you wonder what’s got him acting like this. a fever?

“xiao, lie down on your bed.”

he makes no movement to do so. his grip simply tightens in reply, head shaking a “no.”

you huff and carefully guide him as best you can, sitting him on the bed as you place a hand on his forehead. it’s hot, as you expected. he shivers at the contact.

“you’re shaking.”

he nods, dryly swallowing. you notice. you straighten to go get him some water, only to be stopped by him tugging you back.

“i want you here,” he says hoarsely, voice drowning in hesitation as he keeps a hand tangled with yours.

you can feel your heart leaping into your throat.

you tug your hand away with little effort, seeing the frown that creases xiao’s face as you do so.

you give him a slight apologetic smile. “i’m getting water. i’ll be back.”

you get a glass and a damp cold cloth for his head. when you come back, he’s lying down, staring at the ceiling. he snaps out of his daze when you enter, though, and quickly sits up.

without speaking, you sit next to xiao on the bed and raise the glass of water to his lips, slightly tipping it for him to drink. he does so, albeit rather apprehensively. when he’s finished, you give him the cloth to place on his forehead. you’re about to get up, but you hear xiao say your name.

he waits until you’re looking at him before mumbling, “… i’m sorry.”

“for?”

“avoiding you for all this time. it was not a mature way to express my emotions… i… should have explained why.” he holds the cloth to his head, sighing at the small relief.

“so… what happened?” you ask.

the sheets rustle as xiao lies down. “the day i told you i was a cupid… i consulted zhongli about telling you. he said that i may have… deeper feelings for you.

“i am prohibited from having an intimate relationship with a mortal. but these symptoms i have… are alike the golden arrows that only the archons carry.”

you feel the tension building up as it sinks in, every word of his making the butterflies in your stomach stir. “you… an archon shot you? so… it’s like… they’re allowing it? and you came here?”

he shifts his gaze away from you.

“xiao, look at me?”

you come closer, hovering over his face.

he doesn’t flinch, doesn’t move. he only brings a hand to your cheek, cupping your face as you near.

“may i?” you’re so close, mind dizzy as you hold his hands, one entangled with his as the other over his hand on your face.

he gives a curt nod before muttering a small, “please.”

you press your lips against his, his being hot to the touch. xiao sighs at the contact as his grip tightens ever so slightly.

you separate for just a moment, xiao chasing your lips as you do. you think that later you’ll tease him for how desperate he looks in this moment.

“i just need to make sure…” you start quietly. “you had feelings for me before you were shot?”

xiao nods. “you don’t need to worry. the arrow… only made it easier for me to tell you.”

you hum, going in to kiss him again, deeper.

and between each time through stuttered breaths, you hear him profess his feelings through three simple words.

“i love you.”

BONUS:

venti sighs, carefree and blissful.

he can pick up traces of cupids and humans here and there, obvious mixed and confounded emotions drifting all the way to him. perhaps he’ll help out later, but for now…

you trace the curves of his braids as his head stays placidly on your lap, moving delicately to his feathers that involuntarily flutter at the touch.

what would his fellow cupids say, seeing their archon in the lap of a mortal? a hypocrite he is for not following that age-old rule, for not being like his fellow archons upholding it to the fullest. or so he thinks, perhaps they too have something to hide.

he watches you tap your lips, “kiss me?”

it only takes so little to achieve paradise.