”tell me a secret.”

 you turn to him. the sun has started to set – early, as it always does as the snow sets in. supper will be called soon.

 but you have now. and that’s enough.

 you’re sitting on the rooftop of the dawn winery – him sitting with his elbows over his knees, staring at the sunset. his chest heaves from all the running you’ve both done from chasing the crystalflies in the grapevines.

 “i don’t have any secrets,” you say.

 “that’s a lie.” he scoffs. “everyone has secrets.”

 i hate sunsets. i only do them to see you. “diluc scares me.”

 he laughs. “diluc? he’s harmless. that’s a lame secret.”

 you look beautiful in the sunlight. you look beautiful in the moonlight.

 i know you by your footsteps and footsteps alone.

 you shrug. “you asked for my secret. tell me your’s.”

 he hums. he’s like you – a child. yet, you can’t push down the feeling that rises in your throat with a feeling that you have no name for. 

 “i’m not from here. i miss my home town.” and then you see it – the small smile of longing. not quite fond, not quite regretful, but there’s a spark of loneliness in his eyes.

 “you should take me with you.”

 he shakes his head. “i don’t think you’d like me. not if we met there.”

 you don’t push. you never do. but you lean closer.

ten years later you never thought that he’d say your name with the same sad smile

but this hidden smile – this one has always been fond 

SECOND THING YOU KNOW: HIS SECRET

kaeya’s always closely guarded his secrets – even as a child, he’s only voluntarily offered limited information 

breadcrumbs, he calls it. to spice it up.

but you can tell he’s lonely

you can tell that he’s desperate for someone to pick up the pieces and lay it out in front of him – a silent scream for not jus love but understanding

to recognize his secrets – to see him

and you know his most closely guarded secret

he cares

because kaeya doesn’t let himself be vulnerable – you’re both 16 now, and his fond grins have turned more teasing. his words more smooth

he doesn’t allow himself to slip up

and even in times he cares – it’s discreet

it’s the early delivery of your package – it’s the small written letter of encouragement with an anonymous signature. it’s the favorite lunch he’s prepared but he claims that he still doesn’t know how to cook

but you’ve seen him – you know he is still the boy with the uneasy smile. you know he is still the boy who smiles when he sees crystalflies

you know he is the boy who has always stood by you at your worst

 “something’s wrong.”

 kaeya stands in front of the mirror, fixing his tie. his back is to you but you can see his reflection perfectly well in the mirror.

 there’s something about his mannerisms. something about his voice. something’s off.

 “nothing’s wrong,” he says, smoothly. he lies, even with you, he lies. you think it’s just become ingrained in him–the need to be perfect. “it’s just a big dinner party. crepus is introducing me to the rest of the family. it’s no big deal.”

 you sigh, taking two strides to cross the room to come eye to eye with him. he meets your gaze and there’s a small smirk as if to say oh? but you see the spark of worry in his eyes.

 you break eye contact, just to fix his tie for him.

 “they’ll love you,” you say. your voice drops a volume. “i know you care about what they think. you want crepus to be happy. but you don’t have to worry about it.”

 “i don’t know what you’re talking about.” but he places his hand on your’s, and gives you a small squeeze.

 it’s as close as a thank you you’re going to get.

 you roll your eyes, but you’re smiling. “go. make some people fall in love.”

 he winks, and you feel your heart ache.

  i know they’ll love you because i love you.

THIRD THING YOU KNOW: YOU’RE A COWARD ( & HE IS TOO )

you’re eighteen now – and he is too

and you have a name for that feeling now – the one that’s been etched in your throat

i think i love you, you want to say. but the words get stuck in the back of your throat when he gives you his signature smirk

so you don’t say it. you never do.

and there’s something tucked into your back pocket that you’ve never spoken about – an invitation from captain beidou

an invitation to join her fleet – the crux fleet

you were supposed to leave two weeks ago you’ve been delaying it because you want to tell kaeya before you leave

but the words never seem to make it past your tongue. not until the final day

 oh archons. there’s so much blood.

 he shows up at your door unannounced – there’s blood dripping from his side, his hand covering the gaping wound. he’s trying to stand but has to lean heavily on the pillar next to him.

 the rain is pouring – his hair is slicked back and matted with either blood or whatever you can’t tell. fuck, you think. his wound is going to get infected.

 “kaeya.” there’s a panicked edge to your voice, as you quickly help kaeya up. “kaeya, what happened?”

 “didn’t have anywhere else to go.”

 and then he slumps forwards in your arms, passed out. 

 you stay with him the whole night

even after you’re done tending to his wounds – you sit in a chair, half passed out, but still awake

something terrifying grips your heart – he might die. he might die on your watch.

there’s too many things you want to say to him – too many confessions that have been left unsaid

you leave for only a minute when the doorbell rings

it’s jean – her face is pale, and she asks desperately if you’ve seen kaeya

when you assure her that he’s alright, she visibly relaxes and fills you in on the entire situation – crepus’s death, diluc’s disappearance

and when she leaves and you make your way back to where you last left kaeya, he’s up on his feet

 “kaeya.”

 kaeya flinches when he hears his name – he jerks so visibly, and there’s something off. because kaeya’s never allowed himself to be this vulnerable. not even to you.

 “kaeya, you shouldn’t be up,” you say. your voice comes out tinnier than you remember – there’s a metallic edge to it.

 “i was hoping to leave before you came back,” he murmurs.

 something like hurt pierces through you. “kaeya, what happened?”

 he turns his head from you. “nothing.”

 “kaeya-”

 “it’s nothing, darling. you don’t have to worry about me.” he tries to give you his signature smile, but he flinches. 

 you don’t have to be fake. not with me, you want to say. but you know he won’t reply to it.

 “you don’t have to tell me anything – just tell me if you’re okay.” the words come tumbling out before you can stop them. “you can’t – you can’t just show up at my doorstep half dead. something’s been wrong, i know–”

 “you don’t know anything.” his words are sharp – sharper than they’ve ever been with you.

 you flinch. you see something flare in his eyes – something like regret – but you know he won’t apologize.

 you swallow. “i’m leaving for liyue tomorrow.”

 the words drop like a bomb - he turns toward you, his one eye widening in surprise. 

 for a second you see genuine emotion – for a second you see fear.

 but it’s gone in a second. a moment. 

 “for vacation?”

 you shake your head. “i – captain beidou of the crux fleet sent me an invitation to join her crew. i was supposed to leave weeks ago but –” your entire chest feels like it’s going to cave in as you look away. “i kept avoiding it. i’m sorry. i didn’t want to tell you like this.”

 he looks like he wants to say something – he pauses, staring at you in complete silence for a solid moment.

 and then – 

 “i should probably go. i wish you the best, darling. make sure to come back and visit.”

 you stand there – completely frozen. you know you shouldn’t expect more – you know you can’t expect more, not now. not when he’s hurting.

 but –

 but your secret that you’ve kept all these years. it sticks to the back of your throat and refuses to let go.

 “kaeya, wait.”

 he stops.

 i think i love you.

 “i don’t think i’ll be able to visit,” you whisper. “i don’t think i can send letters from sea either.”

 he turns again. again – the flicker in his eyes. the pained smile.

 “so this is goodbye,” he says, softly.

 you bite back the tears that threaten to fall.

 i think i love you.

 “kaeya, i know how you feel about mushy moments – and now’s a bad time, i know. but i do want you to be happy. really.”

 he places a hand on your shoulder, and squeezes it gently.

 “i’m sorry,” he says, quietly. for a moment, you stand there, stunned. “for everything.”

 kaeya’s always said apologies – as little as they meant, as ingenuine as they were. you know he says them to make things easier – to avoid arguments.

 but this – this sounds genuine.

 this sounds like a goodbye.

 you swallow before pulling him into a hug.

 “no. thank you,” you whisper, head buried in the crook of his neck.

 i love you.

 weak, the wind whispers.       

 WHAT YOU DON’T KNOW: HE LOVES YOU

 it’s been nearly ten years since you’ve stepped foot into mondstadt

you’re an accomplished pirate now – well known for facing your fair share of battling

you’ve battled sea dragons – encountered all kinds of fleets

but there’s nothing that terrified you more than returning home to mondstadt

there’s a feeling of nostalgia that rises up in you as you stand in the city next to the rest of your crew

you still know these streets well – the buildings are in the same place they’ve always been

the first place you take the rest of your crew is to angel’s share – it’s been a long journey, and if you’re completely honest there’s nothing you want to do more than hide in the bar

 “fancy meeting you here, y/n. or should i say, captain y/n?” a familiar voice says.

 you turn – so fast that you swear your neck cracks. 

 standing in front of you is kaeya – he looks older now, more confident too. but there’s still the familiar glimmer in his eyes. he still wears the same smile – and this one’s genuine.

 “kaeya.” and you can’t help the smile that spreads across your face. “i heard you’re a captain as well.”

 he grins, taking a sip of his bottle. “i must be famous, huh? hear tales about me on your ship?”

 “no. i asked jean.”

 he laughs, refilling his drink.

 “tell me a story.” he takes a sip from his cup. “i hear all about your journeys. the ever elusive captain y/n.”

 you laugh at that but something in your chest aches. 

 “i have no tales to tell.”

 “that’s a lie. everyone has a story.”

 i loved you.

 you hum, stirring your drink. “my greatest story has always been from the ones in mondstadt.” the ones with you.

 when you turn to him, you see him with his eyes averted. but there’s something like a smile on his face – small, but it’s genuine. 

 he smiles the same.

 “what about you?” you ask. “i hear all about captain kaeya. all the old people fawn over you. tell me your most interesting story.”

 he hums. “i don’t know. mondstadt hasn’t been the same without you. i’ve missed it.”

 and maybe it’s the drinks that have gotten to you – maybe it’s the fact that you’ve been drunk on him.

 “i’ve missed you,” you say, honestly. “a lot.”

 his demeanor visibly softens. he gives you his fourth smile – the one that’s new, the one that can only mean i love you.

 “what about we get lunch tomorrow?” he asks. “two captains have a lot of catching up to do.”

 you smile. “i’d love that.”

 𖥻  CHILDE

FIRST THING  YOU KNOW: HIS LOYALTY

you’re his neighbor

because you two are similar in age, it wasn’t uncommon for you to see each other

you don’t remember how you became friends – it was just something that had naturally happened

and even as a kid when you spent time at his house, you saw how he cared for his younger siblings, even asking you to go along with it

please just let teucer win, he’d say with a crooked smile. i’ll let you eat my mom’s cookies if you do.

even after he falls into the abyss – he changes, but his loyalty remains unchanging. you see how he melts when teucer runs up to him

but you don’t see the way his face breaks into a smile whenever he sees you

you never knew his loyalty extended to you too

 SECOND THING YOU KNOW: HIS OTHER SIDE 

he joins the fatui army at age fourteen

you don’t join; instead, you work in the infirmary there, so you still see him often

he goes to the infirmary often with a new scratch, but he’s always grinning when he sees you. even as you fuss

but you know he’s growing in the ranks – you hear whispers about childe, the man who always picks a fight

nothing like how he is with you.

because he’s softer around you – still the same jokes, still the same energy, but there’s an edge to him that isn’t there

 “you need to stop getting into fights,” you murmur as you clean the wound on his shoulder.

 he shrugs, which makes you tsk in annoyance. “i can’t help it. people just can’t resist me.”

 you roll your eyes. “yeah right.”

 he simply laughs, and he gives you his signature goofy grin. and despite it all, you can’t help but laugh with him. 

 but something like worry grows in your stomach – you know his ambition will carry him far. you’ve seen him on the battlefield. you know his talent.

 and you know he won’t choose you over his ambition.

 he’s too perfect. he’s too perfect to stay.

 i won’t love you, you swear.

 and you try. you really do

 THIRD THING YOU KNOW: YOU LOVE HIM

hes in the infirmary again, when he gets called by the 4th fatui harbinger to meet her

dread pools in your stomach but you fight it with a smile

you know what’s going to be asked of him. you always knew your time with him was limited

and when he comes back with a grin on his face, you force one on your’s too. because no matter what, you swear you won’t hold him back

you owe him that much at least

and distantly, you wonder, when the only way you could show your loyalty was by letting people go. 

 he walks in with a grin that could break the earth if it spread any wider. and you know what’s been done, what’s been said, and something blocks your throat with words you know you will never be able to get out.

 “so?” comes out instead. “how’d it go?”

 he only grins wider.

 “she asked me to become a harbinger,” he says. there’s an excited energy about him. “oh man–i can’t wait to tell mom and dad. ugh! my older siblings are going to be so jealous.”

 you swear you feel your heart stop, but you don’t allow the smile to slip from your face.

 “that’s great. i always knew you could do it.”

 something seems to flicker in his eyes – you can’t tell if it’s hurt, if it’s disappointment, or if it’s something more. but you bite your tongue.

 “couldn’t have done it without you, y/n.” he grins again and that flicker is gone. “thank you for always being there for me.”

 and these words are genuine – but they still make your heart close.

 “when do you leave?” you ask.

 “in two days.”

 you muster your best smile. “then we’ll have the best two days of our lives.”

 and you swear it’s there again. the flicker. the sadness.

 you don’t realize he’s longing too – you don’t realize he’s waiting for you to say something, say anything, to make him stay.

 he doesn’t want to let you go. he doesn’t want you to stop seeing the side of him that he’s always shown you.

 you only know that there is no space for you and his ambition. and it is because you love him that you let him go. 

 time will heal you. it has to. 

 WHAT YOU DON’T KNOW: HE STILL THINKS OF YOU

you often hear stories of tartaglia the 11th harbinger

and sometimes you hear about him returning home for the holidays. but you’re never around

in fact, most of the time your house is empty and cold

you’ve devoted yourself to traveling – very rarely have you returned home

and he always waits for you because you’ve always spent the holidays together

it takes two years for you to return back to your home – and it just happens he’s there too

and time has done nothing to heal you – you still long for him

 “y/n.” 

 fuck.

 it’s him – you know it’s him because you could recognize him by voice and voice alone. something swells in your chest.

 “childe,” you say, and despite it all, you can’t help but smile. “you’re home.”

 “yeah. i always come home for the holidays.” he gives you his signature smile. “did you get my letters?”

 you pause at that. “letters?”

 “ah. so that’s why you weren’t replying.” childe taps his nose. “i’ve been sending you letters! but you’ve never replied to them. i sent a good few to the old infirmary you used to work at, some to your home.”

 “oh.” you shift on your feet. “i haven’t been home so i haven’t gotten any of them.”

 “well that’s no good.” he frowns. “we can check your mailbox later. that should have a good few. man, i had so many good stories in those letters.”

 and he gives you that same grin he’s always given you – and it’s just like that, that you know everything’s going to be okay. because it’s still the same side of him that he’s always showed you.

 and his letters are proof of his loyalty to you.

𖥻  DILUC

FIRST THING YOU KNOW: HIS LAUGHTER

his laughter isn’t rare – not when you first meet. but you often hear more of a huff than a laugh – the kind of laugh too real to be ingenuine, but not real enough

you meet when training to be a knight

you’re originally competing partners – no other knights had been any match for either of you

but even in a hyper-competitive environment, diluc has never been anything but kind to you

and a form of companionship forms between you – you’re always grouped in partners in both competitive and teamwork assignments

and there are so many times when one of you has forgotten to pack a lunch, or forgot their  house keys to the point you just started inviting each other over

other times, you walk into the training area late at night and just see one room with the lights still on; diluc hacking away at the dummies, sweat glistening on his forehead

and you know – you know he has always wanted to be a knight

he always stops and greets you in the night, even if all the instructors are gone and asks you to spar

twenty minutes later, you’re both dead on your feet and plain exhausted

 “i don’t think i can walk,” you admit, as you flop down on the stone fence right outside of HQ, enjoying the cold night breeze. your water bottle dangles from your fingers. “at least, not all the way home.”

 he laughs, a real one, and archons if it was a sound you could bottle up and drink from, you would.

 “it was a good sparring match,” he agrees. you can hear him, also slightly out of breath. 

 “maybe for you. i’m exhausted,” you murmur.

 he hums, as you lean on his shoulder.

 “there’s something i wanted to show you.”

 you turn to him. “what?”

 he pulls something from his pocket. it glimmers red.

 it’s a vision.

 “i wanted you to be the first one to see it,” he says, before breaking into a shit eating grin that looks a lot too similar to his brother’s. “to prove that i am better than you.”

 you immediately break into a scowl before shoving his shoulder lightly.

 there it is again – the sound of his laughter. he practically doubles over, hiding his grin behind his hand.

 “archons, shove off,” you murmur, but even you can’t stop the smile that spreads across your face.

 and it’s there you feel it – the emotion that you’ve been denying for so long that you swear will swallow you whole.

 so you let it. and it’ll be okay. as long as he never finds out about it.

 SECOND THING YOU KNOW: EVERY WORD HE SAYS IS DELIBERATE 

diluc’s intelligent – far smarter than you are

it is because of this – even a he closes off, his words always have more meaning than they should

he is only the son of a businessman, but he is a knight

a sorry is to calm someone down – a hello is another business opportunity

even the words he says to you – although he has never lied to you, and he’s not exactly withdrawn, he doesn’t say anything that makes him vulnerable to you either

it’s not that he doesn’t express affection – it’s that he never does it verbally. not to you at least.

but as you grow together, you learn to read the signs – you know every inch of him, every crease in his face, every small thing. 

you know how to read him, even if you never say it. and it’s a language you revel in.

 it’s your first real mission with diluc – and it’s gone terribly wrong.

 you were supposed to invade a hillichurl camp – and you did. and you did it well.

 but a hillichurl that neither of you saw managed to get you. and although you quickly disposed of it right after, it doesn’t stop the blood from the arrow sticking out of your ribcage.

 you hear diluc calling your name, and the feel of someone cradling you in their arms.

 and then - 

 darkness.

 -

 you wake up in the infirmary, diluc by your side. he’s sitting with his elbows on his knees, and head between his hands.

 “diluc.”

 he jerks in his chair at the sound of his name.

 he looks awful.

 there’s something that looks akin to redness in his eyes. there are dark bags under them and his hands have crescents from the fingernail digging. 

 “y/n,” he mumbles. “c-can i touch you?”

 the question catches you off guard, but you can do nothing but nod in your still sleep-hazy mind.

 he crushes you in a hug, and you swear you feel his shoulders shaking. 

 “don’t leave me. please.”

 and these words slip out of him before he can stop, and these aren’t deliberate, these are–

 these are desperate.

 something inside you trembles – being this close to him, being this intimate without being able to tell him how you feel –

 something bubbles up in your throat.

 because you’re desperate too – you love him but the words won’t get past your throat. 

 maybe if i didn’t love you i could tell you what i feel. you think.

 but until then, this has to be enough. 

 THIRD THING YOU KNOW: HE NEEDS TIME AND IT ISN’T WITH YOU 

something’s wrong.

 you see diluc on your way home – his claymore is drawn but he holds it loosely by his side. his hair is matted, drenched with rain.

 but there’s a hooded look in his eyes – something dark, something angry.

 “diluc,” you say, setting down your bags. you hesitate before asking, “what’s wrong?”

 his shoulders tense when you speak his name, and for a second he looks like a deer caught in headlights. 

 “y/n.” his voice sounds strained. “what are you doing here?”

 something’s wrong. something’s off.

 “i’m just – making my way back home.” you bury your hands in your pockets. “do you want to come in? it’s freezing.”

 he shakes his head. his hands are shaking.

 “no. i–” his eyes glaze over. “it’s good that you’re here, now. i’m leaving. tomorrow.”

 your head snaps up at that. “what?”

 “for snezhnaya.” he won’t look at you. “i won’t be back for awhile.”

 you feel something in your heart sink. “diluc, what’s going on? is it a mission for the knights? because if so i can ask to go with you–”

 he shakes his head. his voice turns sharper with anger.

 “no. it’s not for the nights.” he swallows. “please don’t follow me. i need–i need time.”

 and you get it – you swear you do. but it’s so abrupt, it’s so sudden, and you feel something bubble in your throat.

 i love you, you want to say. 

 but  it is because you love him that you say, “i understand.”

 this is deliberate; this is something to settle the tension that has grown between you two. these words are carefully picked.

 you think he flinches.

 and it is because you love him that i understand is your goodbye.

 WHAT YOU DON’T  KNOW: LOVE ALWAYS FINDS IT’S WAY BACK TO EACH OTHER 

you never thought you’d see him again

but two years later, there are whispers of a returning redhead

you don’t want to believe it – you don’t want to get your hopes up

but then you see him.

 “y/n.”

 you freeze at his voice – you could recognize him from the words alone. 

 you turn. despite it all, you can’t help but smile. 

 “diluc. you’re really here.”

 he smiles. there’s an air of tension around him – around both of you. you’re testing the waters – you don’t know how he’s changed, how you’ve changed. you don’t know where the line is drawn anymore.

 “y/n.” he smiles. “i’ve missed you.”

 you want to say something – you want to tell him everything. you want to tell him how much you’ve missed him, you want to tell him that i still love you.

 instead, your hand slips into your pocket and you pull out your vision.

 “you’re not the first person i’ve showed it to,” you say, with mock confidence, “but i just wanted to show my vision to you. to prove that i am better.”

 for a moment there is silence and you think you’ve done something wrong.

 but then he’s laughing – and archons, his laugh is still the same. it still gives you the butterflies from when you are fourteen.

 every word that diluc says is deliberate. and it is because he loves you that his, “i see you haven’t changed,” is his i still love you.

SCARAMOUCHE, as much as he is a powerful Fatui Harbinger, does get injured a couple of times. It was quite rare for him to show them, however, any one of his lackeys would not actually notice that he is injured because he refuses to let it show, even if it does hurt and make him want to hiss and groan. 

When you saw him, only then did he relax, but not release the unhurt facade he had all this time—he’d been used to it, it was natural to fake it at this point. 

“You seem really off… Are you… are you hurt, Scara?” when he makes contact, you saw through his lie, almost immediately. Even if he grumbled or he denied it, he can never stop you from going and grabbing the medicine kit not too far from both of you anyway. 

“Why aren’t you saying anything?” he presses, “And here I thought you’re going to scold me or–”

“Do you want me to scold you?” 

“I never said I did.” 

Your lips quirked up at his comeback, yet you stayed silent almost immediately after, focused on treating his wounds—maybe a little bit too focused than you normally would. 

“Are you seriously… angry at me?” 

“Scara…” 

“If you don’t like it then just lea–”

“I love you.”

His breath halts as you take both of his newly bandaged hands and kissed them together, now looking directly into his eyes to meet his gaze halfway, “I love you, and I care for you.” 

He snaps out of it when he could feel you tremble despite holding his hands with so much care, “I love you, and it hurts to see you hurt.”

He breathes out and leans his forehead to yours, effectively avoiding your eyes, yet his gaze was locked on your entangled fingers—they fit so well together that he could never think of someone else that could do the same. 

“I know… I love you too.” He may never confess his feelings that often, but he hopes this will be enough to quell your fears for the meantime. 

┌───────── ·  ·  ·  · ꒰⚘݄꒱₊

You had always kissed KAZUHA’s bandaged fingers—in fact, you’re too used to it that the moment you saw him return from Inazuma back to Liyue, not only were you surprised to even see him back but also because he was covered in bandages all around. 

“What happened?!” you exclaimed, even though you really knew what had occurred, your voice instantly came out before you could even stop yourself, rushing towards the man with wide eyes and careful hands. 

“Just a mishap amongst the Inazumans, there’s no need–” Beidou stops talking, not after seeing the look that you gave her way. She then laughs awkwardly and loudly announces that she has to be somewhere, leaving both you and him all alone. 

“Dove…” 

No matter how difficult it was to keep yourself from breaking down in front of him, your lips trembled, your hands pulling his own, raising them to your lips and pressing gentle, feathery kisses on each of his fingers, then moving to the back of his hand, and his wrist. He didn’t try to stop you, rather he was astonished. 

“How dare you leave me and go back injured?” 

He cracks up a smile, and it was his turn to pull your hand and press his own lips on the back of your hand, quite similar to how you did i—only with different intentions. 

He definitely wanted to make you flustered. 

┌───────── ·  ·  ·  · ꒰⚘݄꒱₊

With AYAKA, she had always enjoyed the training. Ever since she had gotten together with you, you had replaced Thoma’s duty of training or practicing with her—of course, as long as you permit and could block her blows. Before that happened, however, the boy had warned you that AYAKA works hard almost to the point that she gets very exhausted and won’t stop until someone makes her do so. 

“Darling,” you so suddenly grasped her wrist, yet they were gentle all the same, AYAKA only watching in curiosity as you carefully inspected her skin and spotted the scrape on her upper arm. 

“It must be from the blade,” she says, but you didn’t say anything more. She sees the medicine kit on your hands and she knew she had to let go of her katana by then. 

She feels your light touch on her skin, and more so from your lips. 

“Y/n–” a rush of warmth raises from her neck to her face, albeit you were gazing at her with a saddened look, she instantly brings a hand to your cheek, gently caressing your skin, almost with the same care as you did hers.

“Thank you, I shall be careful from now on.”

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ALBEDO doesn’t often get hurt, but whenever he does, he knows what to do to take care of himself. That’s why when you had first heard and saw his state after Klee claims that her brother protected her from a Frostarm Lawachurl one day, you were rushing to where he is with a pounding heart, even gasping behind your palm when you saw him covered with bandages instead of his usual clothes. 

“‘Bedo! What the…” you couldn’t ask what happened—you already knew, and you could only try to calm down as he begins to do the same for you.

Thus why you came so slowly and hesitatingly at his side, dipping yourself on his bed, facing him. A huge sigh was released out of your lips, and before ALBEDO could utter out a word, he feels you lean into him. He did not move away, not when you press a kiss on the bandage by his neck, your breath so close that he could feel his heart pounding inside of his chest; and what is this? You’re making him feel things again and he doesn’t know how—what’s the cause? Is it just him? Or was it all you?

Either way, he’s just glad that you’re here with him and he’s here with you. 

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“since were you such a softie, scara?” you giggled at his actions. he dragged you down back to lay down with him in bed, he tucked the stray hair from your face behind your ear, kissing your forehead after. “sorry, i just love you alot” he apologized, nuzzling his head in your neck.

you patted his hair softly and you felt him smile “my my, have i finally won you over?” you ask with a hint of teasing in your tone. “yeah you’ve definitely have.” scaramouche uses his hands to hug you, kissing you on the lips. “i love you” you hear him whisper. he repeats it a few more until you fell asleep from the comfort.

It's warm. His hugs are warm and full of energy; sometimes, he'll jump on you and sometimes, he'll slip his hands right through your arms. He loves burying his face in your back or shoulder, and his legs will be wrapped around you too.

Sometimes, he'll sneak in a quick peck here and there, and if you try to move away from the hug before he wants to let go, he'll hold on harder. "Hng, don't go yet ヽ（≧□≦）ノ"

KAMISATO AYATO

Whenever he wakes up, he'll hug you from behind- even if the sun just rose or the sun is about to set. It's one of his greetings to you, and if he's the first one up, he'll greet you as soon as you wake up.

Ayato's hugs are warm and playful, he loves to bury his head in your neck. He'll pepper you cheek with kisses, saying, "Good morning, love." There's always a tease here and there, and when he gets up to continue his work in his office, you always end up missing him a little, even though he's just a few doors away in the same house.

Ayato will usually never show much affection in public, but if anyone hits on you... he'll be sure to appear behind you and place his arm around your waist and warn them appropriately.

CHILDE

Childe isn't around much, but it's his surprise greeting whenever the two of you meet. He'll surprise you with his hug every time, and every time he manages to surprise you, even if you know it's coming.

Childe's back hugs are more on the quick side; he wants to see your face, especially with how much he missed you. He'll quickly switch over to a front hug, just because he likes that better just a little.

If you're being hit on, and he's there to see it, he's behind you in an instant. He'll put both hands around your waist and place a quick kiss on your cheek, and there's no question as to why that the flirter's expression suddenly changed to fear.

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