Ukiyoo

alhaitham / zhongli / ayato / wriothesley

♡ isn't the type to leave a jar up high on purpose or screw it too tight (alhaitham definitely does leave it up high tho, just saying)

♡ but they wont not indulge in seeing you struggle a little after being so bratty to them

♡ A sick part of them wants to see it through to the end, but they are men of good moral, so they close their eyes and huff before walking over to you.

♡ pulls the old, "startled them from behind and press onto their back as you reach for the jar and cage them into the bench" move.

♡ deep eye contact before handing the jar to you

♡ You're still pinned to the counter btw, he's not letting you squirm away.

♡ enjoys, no, relishes in the way you fluster.

♡ will watch you try to open the jar with a certain light in his eyes- obviously you cant, because its tight and he's clearly left you weak and limp after that move

♡ smiles at the sight and takes the jar without a word, opening it.

♡ hands it to you and takes a step back and you can finally breath!

♡ Whispers something teasing before walking away silently.

"what would you ever do without me, hm?"

baizhu

♡ Doesn't engage in petty behaviour like that. He's too sweet, please don't ever think that.

♡ In fact, Baizhu has already made sure every single jar you need is at eye level for you, since he doesn't want you straining your arms to reach for anything!

♡ This man cares for you deeply.

♡ If he ever does try something like that (this wont ever happen but let's be hypothetical) Changsheng will already have slithered into the cupboard and tried her best to loosen it.

♡ if you're wondering why the jar is covered in snake slime, now you know.

diluc / varka

♡ might place the jar too high for you to reach but immediately regrets it when he sees you climbing a counter top to reach it.

♡ cue protective husband energy, and firm palms on your waist to plop you back down safely onto your feet.

♡ will open the jar before handing it to you (whether or not he's screwed it too tight)

♡ wont say a word and just leaves.

♡ will return in 5 minutes to help you cook because he still feels guilty.

♡ when you're out of the kitchen he'll check that every jar is at a reachable level for you, and will loosen the lids.

♡ will start to get unusually chatty and by then you're already too awed by him to even care abt the argument.

childe / kaeya

♡ loves watching you jump up and down to reach the jar.

♡ when you start climbing onto the shelf, he might as well grab a bucket of popcorn - he is genuinely so impressed !

♡ when you try your very best at opening the jar (and fail) he starts to feel a little bad, ok, very bad.

♡ strong clearing of his throat that you jolt at the sound.

♡ you getting embarrassed gives him even more pleasure

"need me to handle that, sweetheart?"

♡ and he will ask you to respond, loud and clear

♡ probably tells you to repeat yourself like 10x to feed his ego

"What was that? I couldn't hear you properly"

♡ oh he's cheesing all day longggg

♡ kissing you on the cheek afterwards and leaves you alone (for the time being. he'll be back to annoy you in another hour, trust).

kaveh / itto

♡ Definitely tightens and places the jar up high out of sheer pettiness right after the argument, without even thinking.

♡ totally forgets about it till you're cooking and he mentally already calculates that you need that specific jar.

♡ STRESSED™️

♡ tries to make up an excuse for you to go get something in another room, even when you're both literally meant to be doing the silent treatment.

♡ mental face palm for breaking it first.

♡ you're confused but you leave bc he's acting weird and you don't even wanna question him abt it (lol)

♡ makes a break for it and grabs jar, unscrews and leaves it on the counter like nothing ever happened.

♡ Will blurt out an apology randomly throughout the week (you have no idea what he's apologising about and he wont elaborate)

flins

♡ probably has enchanted every single jar to tighten on command.

♡ Will manually place them high up because he loveeees when you cant reach for things and call out for his help - this is a normal occurrence btw, even when you're not fighting.

♡ So when you are fighting, he finds it amusing when you stand there staring at the jar, silent.

♡ you both know your normal response would be to whine and call our for Flins. But you werent talking to him, so you needed to deal with it yourself.

♡ Usually he'd come up behind you, all smug but you snap at him, "I dont need your help"

♡ cue the smirk and dramatic gasp,

"You wound me" "Go ahead, darling. Let me know if you need any help"

♡ will take any opportunity to tease you and he knows exactly how to push your buttons.

♡ tries to hold back giggles when you're jumping for it. In the end, he'll just place his palms on your thighs and lift you up so you can have the glory of grabbing it with your own hands.

♡ probably has you on the counter, his palms planted firmly on your waist, and your legs either beside his waist by the end of the whole dilemma.

♡ I mean. Its flins, cmon. This is light work for him.

♡ he enjoys seeing you mad and stubborn, but he enjoys seeing you give into him, even more.

♡ Let's you scold him (he enjoys it) but he knows how to keep you quiet in the end (in the best way possible)

neuvilette / ororon / ifa / thoma

♡ The sweetest boys omg

♡ he will never get into an argument with you let's be real, and if he does, it'll always be resolved before any pettiness ensues

♡ The only instance is if there actually has been a misplaced jar that is brand new, unopened (thus, he has NOT done anything to this jar - its purely coincidental)

♡ He would probably walk up and reach for it as if it were a normal day.

"careful, love"

♡ talks to you as if all is well, and it truly is in his eyes.

♡ kisses you on the temple and helps you with your cooking

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It's not until you're both set off for college when Ajax's views of you begin to change. Ajax has decided to go to Fatui Harbinger University, a prestigious yet private university, tucked somewhere afar in Snezhnaya.

You decide to stay in Liyue, opting for the public university it has to offer. A place of familiarity for you, which Ajax wishes you'd grow out of your comfort zone just a little bit.

"There's so much stuff. Where the hell did you even have these at?"

"The storage," you beam, smiling ever so slightly as you giggle to yourself, leaning back against the gaming chair you got for your eighteenth birthday. "Besides, if my memory serves right, you literally bought most of it."

A huff slips from Ajax's mouth. "Yeah, cause you don't have a boyfriend. It's called pity, princess."

Much to your annoyance, Ajax catches the Miffy plush with ease while tossing right back into your face, snorting with amusement as the corners of your lips deepen into a scowl.

"Aww, what's the matter? Don't tell me I actually hurt your feelings?" He coos above you, leaning in so close you can smell the delicate amber and sea salt from Ajax's cologne.

"No," a grumble spills from underneath your breath. "Besides, dating is a complete nightmare nowadays.

"It's not all that bad," Ajax huffs with amusement while bringing his fingers to ruffle the crown of your hair gently. What Ajax doesn't notice is the heat blossoming upon your cheeks as you duck your head down in an attempt to hide. "You could meet someone. You never know..."

"I'm fine. I have you, don't I?"

Now that takes Ajax by surprise.

"Oh?" He spins back around so quickly you barely have time to flee as the corner of your hip digs into the desk, making you blink back in surprise. "So you do like having me around, huh? And here I thought you couldn't wait to get rid of me."

Ajax takes every single expression that crosses your face, knitting his eyebrows together when he hears the soft gasp that slips from your mouth.

He wonders when the line between friendship and something more began to blur... Perhaps when you jokingly said if you don't marry by the time you're fourty, you'd marry him instead.

Or when you were too afraid of getting lost at the carnival in Fontaine during your senior year of high school — how your fingers didn't hesitate to reach for his hand, firmly holding on as he escorted you both.

PBut if Ajax is to really pinpoint it all, it's moments like these, when you're both a breath away from another. As the swirl of unsaid emotions and heated stares mixes together into something else entirely.

Ajax would never take advantage of you. You've always known that for certain, yet your body subconsciously seeks his, as the nervousness in your fingertips shakes just a bit.

Voice hoarse as you try and clear your throat.

"Of course I like having you around, idiot." You mumble, scoffing at him as if it was so painfully obvious. "Who else am I supposed to boss around when you're not here?"

"Keep talking and I'll start to think you'll actually miss me," he muses, lightly knocking his forehead against yours before pulling away all too quickly.

"Here," he shoves his card into your palm. "I saw a milk tea stand outside. Get yourself something so I can hurry up and get out of here."

Clicking your tongue against your teeth, you begrudgingly accept, pausing midway through the door before glancing back at Ajax. "That box by the window — don't touch it."

"What?" Your heart leaps when Ajax sticks his tongue out to lick his lips, while he shoots you a gleeful smirk across his shoulders. "Is that your porn stash, princess?"

"Oh my days," you groan, pinching the bridge of your nose. "They're momentos, you dumbass!" Ajax's laugh echoes down the hall as you storm out, huffing that this day can't go by any faster.

And because the universe has a sick twisted sense of humor, or Ajax's luck is really not that lucky at all — he happens to accidentally knock the box over with his boot, cussing out as pictures from over the years spill across your dorm.

Ajax swears you're only childhood friends....

Until he notices the piles of receipts and tickets, even a few terrible photos from the photo booth you visited at the mall, were dates you all saved.

Tucked far beneath under all the memories you shared is a letter, worn out slightly at the edges from being hidden for so long. A letter you meant to give him after graduation but probably got cold feet at the last minute.

Ajax swears you're only childhood friends...

Yet, he can't get rid of that damn smile that hurts his cheeks too much, covering up his face when he realizes he's far too deep to ever call you a friend again.

He's going to miss you more than you know.

✦ He also used to watch teen sitcoms with his older sisters while growing up and fantasized about finding the sweetheart for life in high school or college that he would later on marry.

✦ If only it were that easy

✦ What I do see happening is him getting cheated on and having his heart broken a couple of times before you because of his “naive” views on relationships and how easily trusting he is of others.

✦ He isn’t the most popular guy in the frat. He kind of gets picked on a little bit “in a friendly way,” though it is clear most guys are envious of him or just don't vibe with his cheerful personality all the time.

✦ But you can bet he is the most popular in the sorority because of his looks.

✦ He is unarguably the sweetest guy too. He is really athletic and is constantly drowning in extracurricular sports every day of the week, but he still finds time to write you letters to slip under the door of your dorm as you sleep whenever he ends training late at night, and the energy to buy you your usual drink of choice whenever he drops by to see you during the day.

✦ His letters vary from romantic and thoughtful messages to a simple “love you” with scribbles or doodles whenever he feels burnt out physically or creatively, to at least let you know you're always in his thoughts.

✦ And you are. There's a tiny polaroid picture he took of you displayed in his clear phone case. His lockscreen wallpaper is a picture of you. His home wallpaper is a collage of both of you making silly faces with your cheeks pressed against each other. His profile picture is a selfie of the two of you on all socials.

✦ He’s not ashamed of letting people know about your relationship, in fact, he acts like everybody has to know about your business.

✦ Whenever he's in a conversation with anyone about any topic theres random things he memorized about you that, when said out loud, wake him up like a sleeper agent, and all he does is yap about you.

 “Dude, we should totally get some food with the team after training. I was thinking about shared pizzas, maybe two meat lovers with a supreme-”  “Oh, [name] hates supreme pizzas, they can't stand the taste of onion and mushroom together, and I always end up picking them out”  ”They’re not even coming”  “I know:(”  “???”

✦ LIKE WHO GAFFF(he does)

✦ He cares way too much about the details of yourself you don’t even notice.

✦ You can bet your ass he’s always trying to convince his family to bring you along on family trips or getaways.

✦ He’s the type of guy to get an unserious doodle you did on his arm while bored tattooed.

✦ Some of the sports he does are swimming, hockey (his personal favourite), basketball, football, soccer, volleyball, and maybe lacrosse. 

✦ I don’t understand why, because it doesn’t fit with the Genshin lore, but whenever I imagine Childe in a modern au he’s always a trust fund baby majoring in Business.

✦ Despite being seen as a jock, he's really smart and sometimes drops by to tutor you in anything that has to do with math (4 out of 5 times you’ll end up cuddling or watching a movie instead)

This was made for Valentine's Day.

​The cool evening breeze of Sumeru rustled the leaves of the trees while you stood already prepared, waiting at the spot you had agreed upon. To be honest, you had your doubts about whether he would actually show up for something as worldly and—in his eyes—"ridiculous" as Valentine’s Day...

​However, just as you were about to lose hope, you felt a familiar gust of wind above you. The Wanderer descended gracefully, landing right in front of you. His hat cast a slight shadow over his face, but it wasn't enough to hide those sharp, piercing eyes.

​"You're still here" he said, his voice carrying its usual mocking yet soft undertone. "Did you truly believe I’d come, or were you just waiting out of sheer stubbornness?"

​

​You approached him with a smile. "I knew you’d come."

​He let out a light grunt and averted his gaze. "Tch blind faith... But since I’m here, let’s not waste time." He reached into his cloak and handed you a small, carefully wrapped box. The knot on the package was tied a bit clumsily—proof that he had struggled with it himself.

​"What is this?" you asked surprised.

​"Don't ask, just open it," he snapped back, though you could see the tips of his ears turning slightly red. "It’s not some piece of junk I found on the road. It's just a little something for that endless obsession of yours with 'collecting meaningful memories."

​When you opened the box, you found a small pendant carved from Anemo Crystals, with your name engraved upon it. When held up to the light, it shimmered as if a tiny storm were trapped inside.

​"Wanderer... this is wonderful."

​He stepped closer to help you put on the necklace. Though his fingers were ice-cold against your neck, his touch was incredibly gentle. "Don't overstate it," he whispered near your ear. "It’s just so the wind can always find you. If you ever get into trouble and I’m not around, this will remind you whose protection you are under."

​As he pulled back, one of those rare, faint smiles played on his lips. "Happy Valentine’s Day, you foolish human. But don't go making a habit of this, understood?"

ITOSHI SAE never looked at you the way you looked at him. His eyes were always elsewhere—on the pitch, on his future, on anything but you. You told yourself it was enough to just exist in his orbit, to cheer him on even when he didn't hear. Maybe he thought you'd always be there. It wasn't until the stands were emptier than usual, until your voice no longer rose above the crowd, that he wondered why the silence felt like punishment. But he realized too late. You had always loved him, and he had never given you the chance to stop.

KARASU TABITO laughed off your devotion, brushing it away as a joke. That was Karasu, never taking things seriously, never believing anyone could want him without reason. You stayed anyway, even when his teasing cut deeper than he knew. But when someone else told him where you'd gone, why you wouldn't come back, the smile cracked. For once, he couldn't make light of it. You'd loved him until you couldn't anymore, until the world itself forced you to stop.

TARTAGLIA thought protecting you meant pushing you away. You were soft and unguarded—things his bloodstained hands didn't deserve to touch. So he built walls, smiled too easily, pretended he didn't notice the way your eyes lingered on him. When he finally returned from a mission to ask for forgiveness for the fight he caused before he left, he was met with only quiet. The silence stretched, final and unyielding, and he understood with crushing clarity that you had waited as long as you could.

SCARAMOUCHE believed that every word between you seemed to wound him. You loved him too openly, too recklessly, and he spat venom back each time, convinced love was a weapon meant to destroy him. You bore it, thinking that one day, maybe he'd understand. That it wasn't his fault, after all he'd been betrayed far too many times to open his heart willingly. When that day came, your warmth had already slipped beyond his reach. He found no trace of you except the remnants of your patience lingering like a betrayal he caused.

ZHONGLI valued patience, endurance, eternity itself. He mistook your waiting for something everlasting. Each time you reached for him, he said there would be time later, tomorrow, after obligations, after contracts. But there was no "later." By the time he finally reached for you, your hands had already grown cold. For the first time in centuries, Zhongli realized how quickly time could run out for a mortal being.

BAIZHU cared for everyone, and so you believed he cared for you too. But his smiles were always distant, weighed down with guilt, with loss, with something that wasn't you. You told yourself it didn't matter—you would love enough for both of you. When the news of your passing reached him, he stood frozen, herbs leaving his grasp. He had been so busy trying to save the world that he hadn't noticed the one person always there for him slipping away.

PHAINON dismissed your affection with playful teasing. He never meant to hurt you. Every time you reached for him, he hesitated, stepping back with a small, apologetic smile. He had too much of a burden to bear, the two of you would never last. It would be unfair of him to reveal his darker side to you, unfair to unload his suffering. You stayed anyway, always patient and kind, brushing off the distance, hoping that he might one day accept what you offered. You waited through each pause, each retreat, each gentle "not now", never doubting the love in your own heart. And then the day come when he could step no closer, and all that remained was the emptiness of your own absence. You had loved him fully, and he had never been able to stop it.

MYDEI called you reckless, warned you not to follow, told you not to care. Still, you did, shadowing his steps, giving your soul even when it went unnoticed, always by his side. You laughed at his stubbornness, soothed his frustration, and let him believe he was untouchable, untamed, unclaimed. He never realized how much you had poured into him until you had no more left to give, until the space beside him was empty, and your warmth no longer lingered.

ANAXA hated how you laughed at his arrogance, found charm in his sharp edges, and loved him despite the walls he built around himself. He thought of your devotion as frivolous, unworthy of his attention, and so he never turned to meet it. Yet you stayed, hoping your love might be enough to reach him. When you were gone, the echo of your laughter remained in his mind even when it was filled with a million other things. You haunted his memories, and he realized only then that you had always been his safe place, and he had let it slip away.

SUNDAY always seemed untouchable precise in every motion. You admired him and loved him quietly, thinking perhaps your patience could reach beneath the layers he'd built. But he recoiled from closeness, afraid that letting anyone in would expose the flaws he'd spent a lifetime hiding, flaws that revealed his failure and shame. But still, you stayed, hoping one day he'd see you. And when that day come, you were long gone. He realized too late that the love you had offered so plainly had been enough to pierce even his carefully maintained armor—and now it was gone forever.

DR. RATIO trusted reason above all, logic over feeling, dismissing your devotion as something inefficient, unmeasurable, beyond calculation. You stayed, nonetheless, giving him small kindnesses that he never seemed to notice. You waited for him to see you, for him to understand that love was not always rational, that patience was a form of power. And now that you've gone, nothing could explain the hollowness gnawing at him, no formula to account for the weight of your absence. He had ignored you, and now it was too late.

AVENTURINE gambled with everything—his luck, his charm, his life—but never with his heart. You stayed, smiling, playing along, always willing to bet on him when no one else would. You teased and laughed, matched his reckless energy. But you always hoped he might notice the constancy behind your devotion. And then one day, the game ended, the seat beside him empty. The cards had fallen where they would, and suddenly he understood that he had risked everything and lost the one thing he could never replace: you.

SUKUNA was amused at your devotion when it started, a tiny human daring to love him, as if he would ever need it. He mocked you, tore down your hope, laughed at your persistence, and still you bore it all. Maybe one day he would notice. You stayed a constant in his life when everything else was always shifting, even as he treated your heart like a toy. And then silence came, sharp and final. Even Sukuna, feared and cruel, felt its weight. You had loved him fully, and he had never realized until it was too late.

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI told himself that it was safer this way. That your light, your kindness didn't belong in his darkness. You stayed, as always, even as he pushed you away over and over, always willing to bridge the distance between the two of you. You gave him warmth he never sought and a light he never thought he deserved. And when the shadow finally swallowed you, when your presence faded into memory, he understood too late that you had been the one person he could never replace.

── 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐚

could probably sleep anywhere, as long as she has you by her side. it’s very relaxing for her to have the soft accompaniment of your heartbeat as she’s humming to tire herself out. head on your chest, she is the biggest fan.

prefers to have the room be cold, by a long shot. maybe some lavender essential oils to calm the space down? only if you’re willing and not allergic. she wants nighttime to be a relaxing time for both of you. getting a skylight is definitely on her bucket list — ah, pretty stars…

── 𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐨

as fascinating as it is, nighttime is the major cause of conflicts between you and arlecchino. she just won’t go to bed. her strictness with herself makes it difficult to retire before everything on the task list is checked of. so, if she’s never in bed, the preferences are all yours. 

also not the biggest on affection once she’s laying down. arlecchino considers her nails too sharp to allow for uncontrollable handholding, same with embracing you from behind. I guess sleeping close side-by-side it is. 

── 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞

if we’re speaking technicalities, sandrone does not need much. perhaps a little bit of cushiness to have her joints not lock up, that’s all. on the other hand, her preferences have resulted in you having one of the most delightful of beds in the whole wide world — pillows, blankets. you name it, it’s there — including a tiny pulonia plush.

it’s actually quite heavy for her to scooch over during the night. as unfortunate as it is, she simply has to resort to you doing all the work. please do, she requires it as much as her morning coffee. 

── 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞

the obvious maximalism of bedding choice aside, the bigger mystery is how pantalone cannot fall asleep unless there’s some sort of noise in the background. he’ll entertain any of your wishes in regards to proximity  preferences, but you’re dealing with a record player in the corner of the room in exchange.

retires to bed early and stays in there as much as possible. he’ll stop you from getting him up in the tightest of hugs. if you can’t get up, neither can he… or something like that.

── 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐚

honestly, kind of a nightmare. ajax is quite the vivid sleeper and he moves A TON. not to mention he’s constantly too warm. turning the heating down did nothing, same with getting that special bedding that has the cold side. 

well, the second one might’ve failed because ajax will snuggle you like his life depends on it. handholding is simply not enough, he has to breathing in the scent of your shampoo or else he won’t fall asleep ever… and tired childe gets even more unhinged than his usual self. 

alhaitham, wriothesley, tartaglia/childe, albedo, baizhu, diluc, ayato

He's either abstained, or simply been too piled with work for most of his life to be complicated with sex. He's unsure of how or when to place that intimate trust into someone, however, he does know the ins and outs of the body. He's studied it enough through the intricacies of his job, and nothing surprises you more than his mention of inexperience right after he had you writhing and seeing stars. Some moments are awkward and foreign to him, but nonetheless, he traces his fingers along your skin like he knows it by heart. Sex is seen in a more experimental facet to him—he'll test the sensitivities of the body and his own kinks through you, his muse.

flins, zhongli, xiao, neuvillette, kazuha, thoma

His inexperience doesn't come as insecurity—he has too much love to bear, but nobody to store it with just yet. Passion is aflame in his heart, and it's nearly eating him alive, but he won't hand it off to just anyone. Sparse flings or relationships may be in his past, but it's nothing supremely intimate. Sex should be seen as a soul-tie of sorts, and he has no fear laying you down to follow your lead when you are ready. You see the most barebones and vulnerable side of someone, and sex is the closest you will ever be together. He takes it excruciatingly slow, careful to savor every touch and taste that comes his way.

kaeya, varka, kaveh, ifa

Dottore (The Doctor)

You should have known better than to wander into his lab alone.

The air smells of antiseptic and ozone, machines humming like they’re breathing. You’re halfway through cataloging data when the door locks behind you with a soft click.

“How fortunate,” Dottore’s voice echoes. Amused. Curious.

He emerges from behind a partition, mask tilted slightly, eyes alight with interest that has nothing to do with kindness. He circles you the way a scholar circles a hypothesis.

“You show no fear,” he notes. “Or perhaps you simply hide it well.”

You tell him you trust him.

That makes him laugh.

“Trust is an inefficient survival strategy,” he says, stepping closer. He lifts your wrist, examining your pulse like it’s a fascinating malfunction. “But I do admire your consistency.”

Dottore does not love in any way that resembles safety. His affection is attention — invasive, consuming, relentless. He remembers everything about you: your reactions, your habits, the way your breathing changes when he stands too close.

“You are not replaceable,” he says casually, as if discussing spare parts. “I’ve tested the theory.”

When you ask what that means, he only smiles.

Later, when an experiment goes wrong — violently wrong — you’re pulled behind him without warning, his body shielding yours from debris and flame.

He doesn’t comment on it afterward.

But the next day, your name is etched into a restricted-access file, red-stamped DO NOT TOUCH.

No one else ever dares.

Sandrone (The Marionette)

The workshop is her sanctuary — and now, somehow, yours.

Clockwork limbs hang from the ceiling like suspended thoughts, metal shells half-assembled across long tables. Sandrone sits among them, small compared to her creations, eyes distant as her automaton looms behind her like a silent guardian.

She doesn’t look up when you enter.

“You’re late,” she says.

You apologize. She hums softly, adjusting a gear with delicate precision. You watch her hands — steady, confident, capable of building things that could crush cities.

“You don’t fidget,” she notes suddenly. “Most people do.”

You shrug. Say you like being here.

That makes her pause.

Sandrone’s affection is quiet. Observational. She shows it by making space for you — by allowing you to sit beside her, by handing you tools she doesn’t trust to anyone else. Sometimes she asks you to hold a piece steady, your fingers brushing hers, sparks jumping not from machines but something far more fragile.

One evening, you find a small automaton on your desk. Crude compared to her others, but unmistakably personal.

“It watches,” she says, not meeting your eyes. “If you’re harmed, it will alert me.”

You ask if that’s concern.

She hesitates. Just a fraction.

“It’s… efficient.”

But later, when you’re tired and resting against a worktable, you feel something gently draped over your shoulders — her coat, still warm.

She never takes it back.

Pantalone (Regrator)

Power follows money, and money follows him.

Pantalone’s office overlooks the city like he owns it — because, in many ways, he does. Ledgers are stacked like fortresses, contracts signed in ink that might as well be blood.

You stand beside him as he negotiates, watching opponents fold under his smile.

Afterward, he offers you a seat. Wine. Time.

“You see the world clearly,” he says, studying you over the rim of his glass. “That is a rare talent.”

Pantalone’s affection is indulgent. Calculated generosity. He buys you things not to impress you, but because he likes seeing his influence reflected in your life. Every gift is a reminder: I can provide. I can protect.

When threats arise — political, economic, personal — they vanish quietly. Debts forgiven. Names erased.

“You are an investment,” he tells you one night, fingers brushing yours as he passes a document. “And I never allow my assets to depreciate.”

But in rare moments, when the masks drop, he lets you see the exhaustion behind the ambition. The fear of losing control.

And when you reassure him — genuinely — he holds onto that far tighter than any coin.

Childe (Tartaglia)

With Childe, everything is loud.

The sea crashes. Laughter rings. Fights break out and end just as quickly. He drags you into his world with a grin and doesn’t let go.

“C’mon,” he says, grabbing your hand. “Just one spar. I’ll go easy.”

He doesn’t.

But afterward, bruised and breathless, he’s laughing like it was the best day of his life. Like you are.

Childe loves fiercely and without strategy. He worries about you even when he pretends not to. Checks your injuries. Brags about you to people who definitely shouldn’t know you exist.

When danger comes — real danger — the shift is immediate. Playfulness gone. Eyes sharp.

“No one touches you,” he says, stepping in front of you, voice low. “That’s not negotiable.”

Later, when the adrenaline fades, he’s quieter. Sitting beside you, shoulder pressed to yours.

“I don’t know how to be careful,” he admits. “But I’ll try. For you.”

With Childe, love is chaos — but it’s honest.

His favourite moments? Whenever you two get into fights, it gets solved a bit too quickly. It doesn't matter how heavy it is, it always depends on your communication.

"Hey." you set a foot into the cold room.

But he doesn't answer — he doesn't dare to answer. He's stubborn, he caves himself in and he rethinks about his choices — about his mistakes. As if it all were his wrongdoings alone.

"I wanted to ask if you want to sort this out now."

"...No." it's a lie. Definitely.

"Okay." you still stood your ground and offered him a tiny smile, "nonetheless, I just want to clarify that we're both at fault."

Oh.

"I'm going to give you some space now. If you're ready, let's talk this out properly."

You don't rush, you're not hasty at all. Your approach is slow and careful, yet steady. You give him the time and space he needs. You're so so patient with him.

That's why he doesn't deserve you.

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