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how they react when you leave for a long trip
xiao, childe | fluff | scenarios
when they come home in the middle of the night part 2
<why do I always end up writing for the same characters… ANYWAYS, finally kinda free from finals so I wrote this. hope you guys enjoy :))>
XIAO settles amidst the blanket of deep blue that drapes over liyue which does little to dim the city’s brightness, and he looks down at the yellow street lanterns that illuminate the path outside wangshu inn.
when mundane conversation no longer echoes in the air and the last stranger’s shadow fades from underneath the lights, only then does he muster up the courage to slip down from the balcony above.
your eyes dart to him, and he doesn’t miss the way they light up just a bit. “I was wondering when you would show up,” you say without missing a beat.
“you knew I was here?” he asks, not bothering to conceal the surprise in his voice.
“not really,” you admit, your lips lifting in a sheepish smile. “just knew you wouldn’t let me leave without saying something.”
xiao blinks because he doesn’t have anything particular to say, yet the thought of watching you leave from a distance hadn’t crossed his mind even once.
“it’s only for a couple of weeks.” the words slip before he has time to think– words that were more for himself than for you. even still, they resonate in the night air; cold and defensive. xiao freezes, and before a messy apology could form on his tongue, he feels your hand slip into his.
“even if it’s only a couple of weeks,” you shrug.
the way your eyes never stray from his’ for even a moment has him weak, yet he couldn’t bring himself to tear his gaze away. he focuses on the weight of your hand in his and mumbles the only words he could muster at the moment, “don’t get into trouble.”
you laugh and xiao feels you squeeze his hand lightly, “you too.”
he selfishly wants to stay like this, but he knows you’ve wasted enough time here. so he nods, offering you a rare smile before letting your hand fall from his, “I’ll see you soon.”
CHILDE stands in the eye of the hurricane, and he despises the way the storm that had been swirling around him the entire morning in a packing frenzy doesn’t seem to want to acknowledge his presence.
before he can reason with the more sensible side of himself, the sight of you hoisting your bag onto your shoulders has him stumbling past you for the front door, because he’s convinced that it’s a last-ditch effort to grab your attention.
he plasters a large smile on his face and leans against the doorframe, planting himself in the middle of the walkway, “whoa there, where are you going?”
“work trip,” you answer quickly as you rummage distractedly through the papers in your hands, checking it for the nth time. he frowns and opens his mouth to pry, but when your eyes glance up and settle on his’ for the first time this morning, his mind blanks.
“c’mon, you know this,” you say gently. “I’ll be back in a couple of weeks.”
childe ignores the way your eyes flicker to the clock on the wall. “I swear you said it was tomorrow,” he muses, furrowing his brows in mock confusion. “actually, didn’t you mention that it was next week?”
“nope,” you say as you lay a hand on his cheek and offer him a quick smile before lightly pushing past him through the doorway, “today.”
he freezes, his face burning with the retreating warmth of your touch. and somewhere in the back of his mind, he knows he’s an absolute asshole for this, but it only takes two large strides before he has your hand grasped tightly in his.
childe’s completely out of excuses so without warning, he pulls you close. when he feels you slowly wrap your arms around him, he lets out a sigh of relief.
“I really have to go,” you chuckle lightly against his chest. he nods into your hair before pulling away, a teasing smile splitting across his face, “if you forget to write to me, I’ll personally track you down and join you on that trip of yours.”
Atsumu "My Girlfriend Of Five Years Keeps Friendzoning Me And I'm At My Limit" Miya
pairing: atsumu miya x f!reader
cw: implied sexual content - not explicit
word count: 1.2k
He notices it the first time it happens. You're perched on his lap, legs bracketing his hips as his thighs support your weight. It's a clumsy round of kissing, a teasing lower lip bite, some tongue, your hands sliding down the frontside of his shirt, then you say the words: "God, I'm so glad you're my best friend."
Any will Atsumu has to continue this, to take this moment into the next step where you're sprawled out under him with the sheets bunched in your fists and toes curling into the mattress is gone. Its nonexistence leaves him feeling hollow, the thought isn't even hot to him anymore.
"What the fuck," he says, "what the fuck? Huh? Friend?"
You have the audacity to sleepily crack open your eyes and brush your fingertips against the jut of his cheekbone. "Best friend."
He's now facing a mortal quandary where he's questioning his reason for being. Why is he here? What were the last five years for? He stares down at you, speechless.
Then there's the second instance.
You and Osamu are making a tray of egg custards in his kitchen. Atsumu's lounging on the couch, because fuck no he's not going to tempt the possibility of burning his fingers. His fingers that are the single most important part of his body. His fingers that are the deciding factor of the momentum for every game.
"These are coming out so good, Osamu," you say.
Atsumu sneaks a furtive peek over his shoulder. He sees you leaning against the island countertop, eyes alight with a youthful kind of joy which makes him want to puke but because it's stupidly adorable. Osamu seems to think the same, because he's making that affectionately funny face.
"Glad ya think so," he says, "they could be better, though. Definitely added one too many eggs."
"More protein," you say, no teasing lilt in your voice. Genuinely, it appears as if you were proud of royally fucking up the recipe. Atsumu rolls his eyes. Five years he's had to deal with your infectiously positive attitude towards everything.
"Yup, somethin' you need more of. Is your best friend still inhalin' the food off your plate when I'm not around?"
What—"'Samu!" Atsumu cries out as his attention is yanked fully from the television screen. "You're doin' it, too!?"
Both you and Osamu don't pay him any mind.
"Mhm, my best friend is always stealing morsels from me. It's alright, though. I'm always cooking extra in order to adhere to his huge caloric intake. The professional volleyball player diet and all that."
Osamu clicks his tongue, shakes his head, and slots one hand against his hip. "I'll be sure to send ya off with some ingredients I don't need anymore. For yer best friend."
"Gosh, I'd really appreciate that," you say.
The two of you share a laugh, leaving Atsumu groping for any semblance of sanity. He's losing it. He's fallen into an alternate timeline.
It happens again, a third, fourth, fifth, sixth time.
A scene: Atsumu letting you take the last seat on the train as he grips one of the handles. Or as he likes to call it—The oh-shit handle. Because any turbulence, any abrupt halt has him clinging onto it for dear life as you're sitting there, one leg crossed over the other, fucking snoozing.
"Are ya really gonna sleep while I'm the one who's sufferin' here on yer behalf?" he says.
It wakes you up, and you mumble something incoherent as you rub your eyes. "You can sit in my lap, Atsumu. I don't mind."
"I think I'll fuckin' flattin' ya like a pancake." He rolls his eyes. "But thanks."
You shake your head and pout. "No, no. I insist. What are friends for?"
Atsumu's high-pitched whine of frustration is drowned by the train once again screeching to an ear-deafening halt.
Another scene: Atsumu is watching you roll around on the bed, burrito-fying yourself with the blankets as you wear his old Inarizaki sweatshirt. His hands cradle a game controller, but he's hit the pause button a full three minutes ago. Which is three minutes too long. He hates the sickly sweet things you make him feel. It's five years and still the way you paw at the sheets in mid-sleep and drool on the pillow—Which by the way, absolutely disgusting, has him weak.
And because he's an asshole, he doesn't let things that make him feel weak last long. He stretches over and pokes at your cheek.
"Yer an ugly sleeper," he says when you crack open an eye.
"I'm more beautiful than you," is what you say around the dryness of your tongue.
Atsumu rubs his thumb across the small streak of spit on the side of your mouth. You groan and thwack his hand away.
"Gross," you say, finally giving in and blushing, "don't do that."
"What were you sayin' about bein' more beautiful than me? You're the one who's droolin' like a baby in her sleep."
"And I'll drool all over your sweatshirt, too."
He shrugs. He couldn't give less of a shit if he tried. It doesn't fit him anymore. "Go ahead. I'll even buy ya an Inarizaki bib since yer also a messy eater as you are a sleeper."
You try to flip him off but he grabs your wrist and kisses your knuckles.
"Gross," you say again, "best friends shouldn't kiss each other."
"I'll do more than that," he says, finally pushing himself over you and caging you under him. "I'll show you how good of a 'best friend' I can be."
You crack a fond smile, and do that stomach-clenching thing where you brush his bangs aside and trace circles against his collarbone with your thumb.
"Alright," you say, "show me."
Final scene:
The two of you are a pile of limbs. Atsumu's still panting, overexertion gnawing on his muscles. You’re an anchoring weight against his chest, splayed out over him, one side of your face smushed against the base of his neck.
"You're cute," you say.
"Cute? That's a shitty compliment." He's a fucking liar. He's knee-weak for you. It's a disease rotting him inside-out.
"You're cute," you say again, this time blowing in his ear. He shivers. "My cute little—"
"If you say best friend I will push you off the bed," he says.
"—My cute little boyfriend."
He grits his teeth and squeezes you tight. "I hate you."
"You love me more than you hate me," you say.
"Yeah and I hate myself for loving you more than I hate you."
You press a hand against his cheek. It's shaking because you're suppressing your laughter. "I'll love you more than you hate yourself for loving me more than you hate me."
He can't muster the three cells in his brain to fire their synapses in response. The only thing he can do is latch onto you, feeling you laugh against him and the noise being the one thing to guide him into a deep, comfortable sleep.
warnings – none.
characters – zhongli, xiao, ayato, kazuha, childe, kaeya, diluc x gn!reader.
genre – romantic fluff.
a/n – aaaaa. aaa | please reblog!! it rly helps a starter blog like me ><
[zhongli. | 钟离]
zhongli enjoys seeing your face light up with the gifts he purchased. being a regular customer with connections ensures that this man gets your gifts at a discounted price. small trinkets get passed to you regularly, be it from a present at your desk or even asking venti to use the wind to shift the gift towards you, just to hear your chuckle. some things he loves giving you include our favourite tea flavour – often imported; sweets, and that particular set of stationery you love that is from inazuma. being a distant friend of a certain electro archon yields its benefits.
[xiao. | 魈]
xiao shows his love to you in the smallest of ways; whether you see it or not, that's up to you. he's not one to show big gestures – he'd rather smaller ones that you continually appreciate him for. he gently plucks the pretty flowers from the soil that passed through his master's hands eons ago, smiling as he ties them together with scraps of twine that he found in verr goldet's desk. it makes a good gift, he thinks. he likes seeing your face light up as you look at the wrapped bundle of flowers on your tableside. and the kisses that follow after.
[k. ayato. | 神里綾人]
ayato loves being sneaky – he presses kisses to your cheek when he sees you deep in thought, or lays his head on your shoulder while you're working on something for the yashiro commission, or even poking your cheek when talking to his sister. ayato loves cuddling up to you in the morning as well, in secret – where no one can see this particularly soft side of the kamisato clan's head. he loves surprising you with these small acts of affection and he loves seeing the smile on your face as you recognise your lover.
[k. kazuha | 楓原万葉]
kazuha likes creating poems and songs for you – you're his muse. he weaves his words and breathes his creations to life, watching your eyes light up in recognition of the little things the two of you do, enchanted to a melody. every line is crafted to pertain to a quirk of yours, his words always beautifully strung to portray you as the most beautiful person in teyvat – because that's what you are, in his own eyes. he loves you so very much and isn't afraid to show it to anyone he meets.
[childe.]
childe loves waking up next to you in the morning, your face usually buried in the crook of his neck. it guarantees him kinks in the neck for the next day, but he doesn't mind – as long as you're comfortable, he says. he loves snuggling you for the first few hours minutes of the day, watching your sleep-drowsed face slowly start to wake up in the presence of your lover. he can see the joy in your movements as you reach your arm out to touch his. he whispers "i love you" over and over again.
[kaeya.]
kaeya enjoys going big for dates – he likes setting up that big picnic blanket jean got for him when she first heard about your relationship. he loves to dig out that rattan picnic basket gifted to you from lisa – he assumes that the congratulatory gift is a joint effort from the two women. drinks, dishes, candy, fruit, and such fill the basket, a plethora of wonderful-smelling things making his eyes gleam with excitement at the reminder that he'd be spending an entire wonderful day with you.
[diluc.]
diluc particularly loves cooking and crafting drinks for you. he loves sprinkling his food with salt love and seeing your hand reach for the food he lovingly made for you. the man is a good cook – his tastebuds consist of dishes from all over teyvat, so exotic dishes typically have a place at the dining table. he has a special reverence for liyuean food, and would try his best to recreate the chihu-rock-famous (oh, who are we kidding. he's known all over teyvat!) chef's creations. you love his food, and he's always happy to cook for you.
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author’s note -> this is so self-indulgent and unoriginal but wtvr. I’m in my Ushijima phase rn ugh <3
#MIYA OSAMU notices how you can't sleep without a fan running. In all the times he’s slept over, he’s noticed how you had a fan running come rain or shine, winter or summer, you always had it on. So when you sleep at his house he makes sure to always have his fan on, even if he's freezing to death. “Hold on a sec darlin’, gotta turn ma fan on.”
#BOKUTO KOTARO notices that your dimples are uneven. The right one was slightly higher than the left one and he thought it was the cutest flaw–he would never consider it a flaw because to him you have no flaws– to have. “Aren't you the cutest thing in the world, hm?”
#DAICHI SAWAMURA notices the way your toes wiggle when you're anxious. It took him a while to even suspect this habit because he never stared at your feet or even paid attention to them. But now that he knows he prides himself on the fact that nobody else could know this about you unless they were as obsessed with you as he was. When you get anxious at home he lifts your feet into his lap and holds them. It never fails to make you blush. “You’re ok baby, I got you.”
#USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI notices how your eyes are overly sensitive. Well he didn't really notice because you told him after he kept asking why you were upset because your eyes were constantly watering. But now that he knew he always keeps a tube of eye drops with him and he always stops you from rubbing your eyes because he knew they would irritate. “Don’t rub them sweetheart, it'll only make it worse.”
#SUNA RINATARO notices how you always carry a little plastic bear wherever you go. No matter what, he can always find it on your person. He even turns it into a little game. Everytime he sees you he’ll try to find it and take it from you without you noticing. “Hey pretty, where’d your little bear go.”
— when they come home in the middle of the night (part 2)
part 1
characters: childe, itto, albedo
genre: fluff
<writing these were so fun! hope you enjoy reading them>
CHILDE drags himself up the steps leading to the front door, wincing at the twinge of pain in his shoulder as he reaches for the handle.
when he carefully pushes open the door, he’s met with a cold glare and the sight of you standing with your arms folded across your chest.
your eyes flicker away from him to the clock on the wall, and his eyes follow yours. he curses inwardly when he sees that it’s currently way past midnight.
he hadn’t expected to run into a band of bandits when retrieving a package from someone across town, and the few minutes he had promised you it would take him to run this small errand had turned into hours– which brings him to this moment.
“you took your time.”
“I… had to take a small detour,” he manages to stutter out.
you raise your eyebrows at him, and childe doesn’t know what else to say so he blurts out the only words on his mind at this hour, “it’s late.”
with a small sigh, you hum in agreement before making your way towards him. childe sees the concern swimming in your eyes as you draw closer.
your hand reaches up and he feels your fingertips gently graze over the small bruises littering his face, and he almost wants to lean into your touch.
“I thought you would be asleep,” he says sheepishly. “aren’t you tired?”
you hesitate, slowly lowering your hand to your side, but you nod.
“sorry,” he mumbles, looking down at the ground.
“I’m glad you’re back,” you say softly, and he feels you slip your hand in his.
childe looks up, seeing the small, forgiving smile on your lips makes him feel a little better, and he squeezes your hand gently, “c’mon, let's go get some rest.”
ITTO didn’t mean to get lost when he was trying to catch an onikabuto that kept hopping around, and he definitely didn’t mean to come home so late.
he tries his best to be quiet, and yet the floorboards still creak with each step he takes.
itto freezes when he sees you asleep on the sofa with an open book laid out on your lap and your head slumped awkwardly on top of the armrest. after a nervous gulp, he slowly makes his way towards you.
he knew that spending the night alone on the large bed would feel lonely, and the way you were sleeping looked uncomfortable, so slowly and carefully, he slides his arms under you and lifts you up.
you stir against him and he freezes in place. once you finally settle comfortably in his arms, itto lets out a large sigh of relief.
“hey,” a sleepy voice calls out, making his heart almost jump out of his chest and his eyes snap to you.
“h-hey,” he stutters.
“what’s happening?” you mumble sleepily, looking up at him with tired eyes.
he breaks into a smile, “I’m bringing you to bed, the sofa didn’t look comfortable.”
you hum in agreement and let your eyes flutter shut. he feels you stir in his arms again, but this time, you bury your face into his chest.
“I wanna sleep here,” you murmur with a small smile as you open one eye to look up at him. “you’re warm.”
itto feels his entire face heat up, and he’s thankful that it’s dark so you couldn’t see the redness spreading embarrassingly across his face.
the moon is at it’s peak when ALBEDO returns home from the laboratory.
his eyes widen when he sees you slumped over your desk with your head resting on your arms. he doesn’t miss the mess of papers scattered around you and the uncapped pen laying beside your hand.
the small, flickering light from the desk lamp lights up your peaceful expression in the otherwise dark room, and albedo feels a small smile tugging on his lips.
he walks over to the desk and places a hand on your arm, shaking you gently so as to not surprise you.
you lift your head off your arms and look around, blinking slowly at the bright room, before finally, your eyes meet his.
“you shouldn’t sleep at the desk,” he says gently as he reaches up to push a stray strand of hair out of your eyes. “you’ll wake up tomorrow with a sore neck.”
“let me clean up first,” you mumble sleepily as you start to push yourself up from the chair. but the gentle hand on your shoulder and the small smile albedo sends you is enough to let you know that this is a mess that he can handle at the moment.
he caps the pen and begins to gather up the chaos of papers on your desk. from the corner of his eyes, he sees you nodding off every few seconds, and he also notices the way your head snaps up each time as you blink your eyes in a futile attempt to stay awake.
albedo sets down the pile of papers he had been sorting and holds out his hand in front of you. “we can organize this tomorrow,” he says softly. “right now, we should both get some sleep.”
“the moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” a soft murmur resounds amidst the dusk, warm rays of moonlight beaming down on your resting figures. at the question you hum in agreement, a peaceful smile blooming as you bathe in the night’s beauty. oh, what a wonderful phenomenon the moon is. if only time could stand still in moments such as this, the night’s canvas glaringly ethereal.
the moon truly is such a beautiful thing.
but AYATO begs to differ. sure, the moon brings him peace and tranquility in the late nights he works into. sure, the ever-present moon is a catalyst of nostalgia for the past he dreams were still true. but how can the moon be so beautiful when you oh-so clearly outshine it — when you wash away all his troubles with a mere smile that causes his breath to hitch, his heart pounding faster than ever while he can only bring himself to give a smile back.
so when he hears your “yes, the moon truly is beautiful” in response, he can’t help the chuckle that slips by him. it’s by no means intentional (after all, you’re not aware of the meaning behind such words when you’re a native of liyue), but he simply can’t help himself; not when you look so adorable with that furrow of your brows, captivating eyes narrowed and head tilted in confusion at the sound of his laughter.
it’s not intentional, but the meaning behind his blindsided confession is. at this point, AYATO doesn’t know whether he wants you to remain unaware of his innermost desires for you, or to allow his mind to let go and have his gloved hand caress your cheek, bringing you closer and closer until both your breaths and scents become one — to hold and cherish you in a way no one can and to show you off to those who cross paths with him.
AYATO may not know what to do, but he’s aware he should at least cherish these small moments you share, bathing in the attention and affection exchanged in a platonic manner. so he succumbs, a gentle hand resting atop your head as he revels in the playful huffs and annoyance displayed at such gestures performed by his hand.
(this is enough, he thinks, for who knows where your heart will desire to go once more and leave him behind; a shadow to your blinding light.)
<i’m not exactly sure how to write au’s but i hope you guys find this cute!>
CHILDE always strolls into the cafe with a long list of drink orders. “they’re for my colleagues,” he tells you one time after he catches you chuckling at his attempt to balance four large drink trays on his arms. he’s easy to talk to– you notice, and the way he always manages to throw you an encouraging smile whenever you catch his gaze makes you feel just a little bit warm inside. you often feel his eyes on you as you scurry around the small cafe kitchenette. it’s awkward to say the least, but maybe you enjoy his company just a bit.
. . .
“how come you’re always the one buying drinks for everyone?” you couldn’t help but ask him one time.
“guess I’m just a nice guy,” he replies casually without missing a beat.
you put down the carton of milk you were holding and turn to face him, making sure he could see the exasperated eye roll directed at him.
“kidding,” he laughs, “it’s because I want to spend more time with the cute barista.” his words are light and playful as they usually are, but you don’t miss the blush creeping up his cheeks.
when ITTO throws open the door to the small cafe, his presence is made known in every corner of the shop. the disapproving stares from the other customers remind you for the nth time to scold him for the disturbance that seem to follow him wherever he goes. but the way his eyes light up at the sight of you and the bright smile he throws your way makes your heart beat faster, and you swallow your words each time.
. . .
your head snaps up when you hear a loud yelp from the other side of the counter and your eyes land on itto– more specifically, the large stain on the front of his shirt.
“just a little too excited about this coffee,” he laughs, waving his hands in front of him dramatically when he notices your worried stare. “not burning at all, nope.”
you rush to his side with paper towels and begin to soak up the liquid stained into the fabric, hoping he doesn’t notice the slight quiver in your hands as you dab lightly at his shirt.
itto is unnatually quiet and you couldn’t help but peek up at him. his face is bright red and his gaze is glued to the ground, but you notice the guilt swimming in his eyes.
with a small sigh, you mumble softly so that only he could hear, “you’re lucky you’re my favourite customer.”
THOMA never visits the cafe without bringing a small box of desserts he had baked the night before in exchange for a cup of coffee, which you gladly make for him. the pastries at the cafe were delicious but you couldn’t help but look forward to whatever he has to bring. he laughs at your reactions each time, which makes you remind him playfully that you would never risk losing an opportunity for free food. though admittedly, seeing the sparkle in his eyes and the way his smile widens when you compliment his baking makes you feel a little bit happy as well.
. . .
your eyes light up at the small fruit tarts he had brought in the usual glass container. he laughs at your expression as he slips into one of the chairs at the counter.
“what would you like this time?” you ask, motioning towards the large selection of drinks listed on the wall behind you
thoma scans the menu, tilting his head in thought. “hmm, I think I want something a little different this time,” he says slowly.
he shifts his gaze away from the wall and locks onto you, his lips curving into a hopeful smile, “how about a date?”
there’s yelling, shouting, crying. there are words that should have never been spoken, there are harsh truths and blatant lies. there are doubts being thrown around, and hearts that can’t beat anymore.
you only spout hurt and more hurt out of your mouth and childe can’t take it anymore. his body hardens with every word you say and his chest feels like it’s on fire. the sight of you crying is enough to make him contort his face in pain.
“and you were so reckless! do you know how much it broke me to see you covered in bruises?” your voice is laced with worry and anger and childe doesn’t know which one he should fear more.
“it’s part of the job! i thought you more than anyone else would be able to understand that!”
“and i do! but you’re always doing things like these and it’s just… you act like i’m not here!”
you’re pleading to him at this point. your voice breaking and chest heaving from the pressure. “do you not trust me?” is the only thing you can say at this point, and you repeat it over and over again as if that would make childe answer.
but childe doesn’t have an answer to that. the words are stagnant in his throat and he can’t seem to force himself to speak. he’s petrified. and at some point, you start yelling and he tries to deny everything you say.
minutes later, things die down and feelings cool down. you’re both tired, tired of fighting, with huffing breaths and abating hearts.
“forget it, you’re a f*cking assh*le.”
“maybe i am.”
and childe walks out of the door. you don’t expect him to come back, and neither does he.
“is that blood?”
“… no?”
it’s three am and something when childe stumbles into your house. there’s a ghastly scar which runs across his arm and his hair is disheveled. you don’t question it much, the lateness and the scars and him, and just proceed to treat his injuries.
(you also don’t hide your gasp of surprise when childe removes his shirt just to reveal even more wounds.)
“why did you come to me?” you ask, while working on his back.
“because i trust you,” he whispers.
childe notices how you falter in your movements when he says that—he wonders if you’re still hurt about that. there’s a comfortable silence in the air, and that makes childe wonder where did everything go wrong.
and maybe he doesn’t know how things turned sour, or when, but he knows why. and the answer is him, it’s his fault. childe doesn’t know if he deserves a second chance, but he also doesn’t want to dwell on that as he grabs your hand and turns around to look at you.
you look shocked, staring at the same eyes you’ve been avoiding for the past weeks. your eyes are wide but they widen even more when you hear what childe says.
“please come back to me.”
a/n: sorry for censoring some words, the post was not appearing in the tags :((
<i thought this idea was super cute so hope you enjoy! >
the sky is colored a hue of deep blue when XIAO returns home.
he slowly pushes open the front door and carefully sets his spear against the wall before making his way to the bedroom.
the moon through the open bedroom window is the first thing that catches his attention– radiating a soft glow that illuminates the small room, before finally, his gaze flickers to you.
you were curled up in the corner of the large bed and xiao suddenly feels a pang of unexplainable guilt when he sees the empty space beside you– one you no doubt left for him.
with a small sigh, he lowers himself onto the ground and leans against the side of the bed. sorry for making you sleep alone.
he feels the mattress dip as you shift in your sleep, and his eyes snap to you.
the moonlight from the open window hits your pillow at just the right angle, and xiao melts at your peaceful expression.
almost subconsciously, his hands reach towards you, and with gentle fingers he brushes a small strand of hair out of your face. he hesitates to pull away, which is why he couldn’t help the way his hand lingers for just a moment longer on your cheek.
when night falls in liyue, demonic spirits appear all throughout the region, and xiao knows he shouldn’t waste anymore time here. so in one swift motion, he pushes himself up from the ground.
“see you in the morning,” he whispers softly– a promise that you won’t wake up alone in an empty bed.
AYATO lets out a sigh of relief when he reaches the familiar front gates of home, but the curious soft glow emanating from under the front door makes his steps falter.
that’s peculiar, the lights are still on at this hour? he frowns to himself before slowly pushing open the front door.
“welcome back.”
ayato’s head snaps up at the sound of your voice and his gaze catches yours. it’s currently an unearthly hour to be awake so the sight of you holding open the front door was an unexpected surprise.
“you’re still awake?”
“just doing some light reading,” you respond with a small smile, casually holding up the book in your hand.
your voice sounded weaker, and your eyelids looked heavy– ayato notices.
he shakes his head lightly, laying a hand gently on the top of your head, “you shouldn’t stay up for me.”
you shrug, “I wasn’t tired.” yet ayato doesn't miss the way your eyes flicker away from his.
with a small sigh, he places a hand on your cheek– a gentle request for your attention.
he chuckles lightly when your eyes flutter shut and he feels the weight of your head rest against his hand. “you’re not a very good liar,” he tells you lightly.
“'m tired now,” you mumble quietly.
ayato slowly lets his hand fall from your cheek before pulling you into his chest, supporting the weight of your body with his own. “I know, love,” he responds softly. “let’s go to bed.”
the heavy curtains draped in front of the window do a good job at shielding the moonlight, so DILUC is thankful for the small orange lamp on the bedside table when he steps into the bedroom.
he slides carefully under the blanket into the spot beside you, cursing inwardly when the bed frame creaks loudly.
“diluc?” your groggy voice cuts through the silence of the dimly-lit room and he freezes in place.
he watches as you slowly roll around to face him and lift your head off your pillow, blinking the sleep out of your eyes.
you’d always been a rather light sleeper, and diluc knows it’s selfish of him to want to sleep beside you instead of settling on the couch for the night, especially since it's currently well past midnight.
“sorry for waking you,” he whispers softly.
but you shake your head, reaching out to give his hand a gentle tug, and he’s coaxed further into the comfort of your presence.
diluc relaxes when you cuddle into him and his arms wrap around you instinctively.
“I’m glad you're here,” you mumble into him, and his lips curve into a small smile at your words.
he chuckles lightly into your hair and places a soft kiss on the top of your head, “shh, go back to sleep.”
holding you in his arms and feeling the steady rhythm of your chest rising and falling with each breath, diluc finally lets the fatigue wash over him.
note : wrote this because it's been so long since someone hugged me LMAO warning! there's too much fluff! hope u like this and reblogs are appreciated <3
albedo would adore having you between his arms, in every single position. he would like to talk to you while you two are close, practically whispering his words to you, in a very calm and sweet way. he would also like to hear your voice, he would ask you about things you like, even though he’s not particularly interested in them, just to hear you talking and see your smile. his cuddles would include a lot of kisses too, every kind of them; sweet, chaste, passionate, wet, in your forehead, on the top of your nose… he would feel empty when he’s near you and you’re not pressed against his body, so he would use every smile opportunity to drag you into a hug.
aether would like to cuddle with you in the floor. he would press his back on the sofa and let you sit between his legs, with your back pressed against his chest and your head against his shoulder. he would tell you things that happened to him during the day and he would ask for the things that happened to you. he would also bent down and hug your waist, putting his head on your shoulder, and squishing you a little and laughing at the sounds you make, kissing you when you pout at him. he would also love to cuddle with you using your chest as a pillow and hugging you against him, he would maybe fall asleep when he’s doing that because he finds you so damn comfortable in his arms.
diluc would love when you hug him from behind and hold him against your body. he would chuckle a little when you try to be the big spoon but you can’t because he’s way taller than you. he would let you put your leg over his hips and he would hold your hands with his. he would kiss your fingers one by one and smile when he hears you chuckle and he feels you burying your face in his back because you’re embarrassed. when you two are not in bed but in a couch, he would love to let you sit between his legs and hug your hips while putting his head on your shoulder, kissing your cheek whenever he feels like doing it.
kaeya would love to cuddle before going to bed, and even while you two are sleeping together. he would let you use his arm as a pillow and he would watch your face when you are trying to not fall asleep, smirking when he sees you’re trying too hard. he would also like to cuddle with you in the sofa, he would secretly adore when you rest your head on his chest and you press your superior part of the body against his, then he would hold you from your waist with his arm and press you even harder against him. he would not hesitate when you two are with other people and he would drag you in his arms, his cuddles would also mean a lot of kissing.
venti would like to let you use his chest as a pillow, without doing nothing much as chilling and maybe falling asleep. He would pout a lot trying to get your attention as much as possible, he would like to joke with you but he would end up embarrassing himself about something and blush, trying to not let you see he feels like that, but he would be very happy when he sees you laughing and he would think what he did was worth it. He would like to cuddle on the sofa too, he would lean his head on yours when you’re leaning on his shoulder, and he would kiss your forehead. He would talk to you really softly and be all cute when it comes to this moments.
xiao would be really sweet when it comes to cuddles. He would always hug you when you’re half asleep in bed, and he would smile when you move in his arms to press yourself against him so you feel his body heat. He would not move when you completely fall asleep to not awake you and he would like to be in that position, holding you for as long as possible. He would also adore to cuddle with you when you two are lying on the sofa. He would like when you’re the one on top and he would like to caress your hair when you rest your head on his chest, with your legs tangled with his. He would like the quiet atmosphere you two create at this kind of moments, he would be able to think and have a bit of mental peace, he would even fall asleep sometimes
zhongli would love to be held by you when you two are cuddling. He would like to lean his back on your chest and his head on your shoulder while you hug him from behind and put your head on his shoulder. He would kiss your hands and look up to meet your eyes, he would joke a lot and laugh at everything, the happiness printed in his eyes every time he sees you. He would also love to be the one hugging you, and he would do that at any moment when you’re doing different things, he would come and kiss your cheek with a loud chaste kiss while putting his arms around your shoulders to press your body against his own.
childe would love to sit with you between his legs in the sofa and let you lean on his chest while he puts his head on top of yours. He would also like to eat something when you two are cuddling in the sofa and he would be the one who feeds you. When not, he would like to play with you and joke about whatever he’s thinking about, he would hug you using his arms and legs, like a koala, and you two would destabilize and end up falling to the side. You would laugh a lot and he would like to kiss your neck when you two are in this position. Also, he would be very original when it comes to try new ways to cuddle.
kazuha would really like having you on his lap. He would let you either use his legs as a pillow or sit there facing him. When you’re resting your head on his thighs he would bent down and kiss your lips, he would caress your face and tangle his fingers on your hair, softly massaging your head. When you’re sitting on his lap, he would like when you are facing him, with your legs on either side of his thighs, so he can kiss you. He would like when you put your arms on his shoulders to stabilize yourself and you look down on his eyes. He would like your proximity and he would like to talk to you like that, but he would always end up kissing you.
itto would like to cuddle with you first thing in the morning. He would woke up and automatically wrap his arms around your body, if he’s not already doing that from before. He would love to spoon with you, he would adore the intimacy of the moment your back is pressed against his chest and he would press his lips on your head. Then he would tell you he loves you in his husky morning voice and he would hug you even closer, maybe falling asleep in that position because of how warm and comfortable he feels.
thoma would love to let you sit on his lap in a kind of bridal style way. Your legs across his lap and your arm on his shoulder, your free hand maybe resting on his chest. He would love to sing to you when you two are cuddling, because that’s the best way he knows to express himself and tell you all his feelings for you. He would also like to joke and play with you, you would tease him with your free hand touching his hair, or his face, and he would do the same with the one he’s not using to hold you. He would laugh a lot, and seeing him that happy would make you chuckle and feel really good.
ayato would hug your waist when you put your head on his shoulder whenever you two are on the couch. He would feel a bit nervous and you would be able to hear his heart beating really fast, he would act like nothing happened trying to be cool and that would make him even more adorable. He would open his eyes a bit when you surprise him kissing his cheek and squishing him into a hug, but he would return it with a big smile and his nerves would go away easily. He would also love so much when you fall asleep on his arms, he would look at you with a sweet smile on his face, but he would end up falling asleep to the beat of your sighs.
sakusa finds himself smiling softly at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. his skin, from his cheek to his shoulder, is decorated with traces of your love in the form of lipstick marks.
of course when you had done it he gently pushed you away mumbling that there’s no way he’s going into practice with his love sickness written all over him. so he washes them away, all except one. a single mark of the curve of your lips remains on his collarbone, hidden from sight beneath his jersey.
he had never expected himself to fall quite this deeply in love, but now he wouldn’t have it any other way. especially not when he walks out of the bathroom to find you sitting on your bed waiting for him. your eyes light up with his return then dim a little when you notice the missing stains of affection.
“i can’t believe you actually got rid of them, i made your neck all nice and pretty,” you frown, utterly disappointed. kiyoomi rolls his eyes, he was expecting this reaction, “no, you claimed me with your lips,” he says, moving next to you atop of the sheets and pulling you into his arms.
“and i already told you, there’s no way i’m letting those idiots on my team see how much of an idiot i am for you,” he finishes, before hiding his face into your neck. you smile at his words, resting your head upon soft black curls, “but that’s the whole point omi, they all need to know you’re mine.”
he lifts his head up to look you in the eyes, “oh am i?” and in that moment you wonder if this man realises what he does to you, butterflies and all. “forever,” you insist.
The sweet ones, the bitter ones, the passionate ones. All embraces of love that fall from your lips and show him just how much you care. How much you love him, and all the years you’ve spent dedicated to him.
But his favourite will always be your first.
When he was far too shy to profess his love with words, so he used his lips to say what his tongue couldn’t.
Sakusa had never been a courageous man. With words of doubt that littered his mind, he had never been one to fully and honestly declare love.
Until you.
Until your shy glances and nervous hugs, he had never known the satisfaction of loving another soul.
Maybe that’s why he fell so hard. Asked you on a date only after a week of knowing you—something so uncharacteristically him that all his friends had their doubts of his intentions.
Made a show of your first date, steps into the outdoors that has always made him shiver in discomfort. But he pushed it all aside and planned a classic picnic with all his favourite foods.
(He was far too shy to ask what your favourite foods were [since when does he get shy?], so he simply made all his favourites and hoped and prayed you liked them, too.)
And maybe prayers do work, after all, for nothing could erase the small smile on his face as he watches you eat. The unwavering smile that is plastered on his features won’t leave, despite his various attempts. (His heart grows with each bite you take.)
You thank him with a small smile on your face and a nervous stance.
“Thank you, Sakusa,” your voice is small, “I had a lot of fun today.”
“I told you to call me Kiyoomi,” he says, stern and strong.
“Right,” there’s that pretty smile he loves so much, “Kiyoomi.”
And his smile mirrors yours, only his is slightly bigger. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“Of course you will.”
You wave him goodbye, and he feels a pain in his chest. He longs for your company, to relish in your vibrant presence. He wishes he asked if you wanted to stay a bit longer, bask in the sun and watch all that happens around you.
He finds himself calling for your name before he can stop himself, walking towards you and capturing you in a warm embrace.
With his arms around you, his lips soon find a home on yours. Soft, delicate, and so right. He feels no sparks, but his heart feels like it’s spinning. Revolving and orbiting around the sun that is you, the light of his life.
And he blooms in that light, flourishes under you.
He pulls away with his eyes closed and his arms still on you.
“What was that about?”
He’s breathless, “just wanted to give you a proper goodbye.”
Tsukishima Kei stays buried under the covers, face pressed into his pillow. When he feels you sit up, he peeks one eye open, and guides his hand to yours, locking your pinky to his. His eye rises to yours, a silent plea for five more minutes.
Kita Shinsuke feels around the bed for a moment before sitting up behind you. He wraps his arms around your shoulders and kisses your cheek. He asks about your plans for the day, listening close as he enjoys the feeling of you in his arms.
Bokuto Kōtaro sits up after you and immediately pulls you back down, before lying on top of you. If you must leave him, he’ll pepper your face with kisses, cramming a morning of affection into a minute.
Tanaka Ryūnosuke doesn’t wake until you’re in the shower, and his half-asleep instinct is to hop in after you. He enjoys your laughter as he steps in. As you reach for the shampoo his hands are around your waist, his body pressed to yours, and his head rests on your shoulder. He’s still halfway gone, you and the warm water only relaxing him farther.
Miya Atsumu smiles when he sees you sitting on the bed, still trying to figure out how the day is supposed to begin. He stays lying down, but scoots over until he can hook an arm around your waist and pull you back down to him, anchoring you close until he’s spooned around you. His raspy voice asks you where you think you’re going.
Ojiro Aran is up before you, smiling at you and playing with your hair. Before you can think of starting your day he offers you breakfast in bed. And once you agree he pulls you closer and kisses the tip of your nose before burying his face in your neck. He’ll start soon. He needs another moment with you.
ALBEDO had once wondered if the icy Dragonspine wind whistling loudly outside the laboratory was cold enough to freeze time.
He suddenly remembers because right now, it definitely feels like it.
He sighs, looking up from the report he was drafting for the next Knights of Favonius meeting.
His eyes flicker to the small watch on his desk for the nth time this hour. It’s as if time could understand that with each passing second, he’s a little closer to seeing you again. And time is cruel– almost as cruel as the Grand Master, who commissioned him to a lengthy experiment in the Dragonspine laboratory.
It scares him how much he has changed. The laboratory used to be the place he felt most at home. Now, the sight of the crowded shelves and flickering lamps in the shallow mountain opening draws an unfamiliar emptiness.
A soft shuffle outside interrupts his train of thought and he turns to the entrance, eyes widening in surprise when his gaze lands on you.
“I thought I’d come to surprise you,” you say with a large smile, and Albedo is sure he felt his heart skip a beat.
He’s in front of you within seconds. “I’m quite surprised,” he murmurs as he gently wipes the snow from your eyebrows. The way your eyes flutter shut as you lean into his touch forces a smile to tug harshly at the corner of his lips.
Being this close to you, Albedo notices the way your chest moves rapidly with small, laboured breaths that he’s sure you were desperately trying to suppress for his sake.
“You must be tired.” Albedo can’t hide the concern in his voice that laces each word leaving his lips.
It seems you noticed as well because you throw him a reassuring smile, “the hike wasn’t too bad.”
You were never a good liar, but just this once, he forces himself to swallow his concern because all he selfishly wants to do right now is to hold you.
Albedo admits that there had been a time he would shy away from affection. But in this moment— in the cozy, dim-lit Dragonspine laboratory, he pulls you close.
The dampness of your hair from the snow was uncomfortably cold against his cheek, and the large, puffy jacket-clad arms that wrapped around him were awkward, but Albedo doesn’t care.
“I really missed you,” he whispers, hoping you could discern through these simple words just how grateful he was that you were here.
“Did you really? This place is definitely more peaceful without me barging in,” you tease.
“Well, I think you make this place a lot more enjoyable,” he answers honestly, giving you a small smile. You laugh softly, burying your face into his chest, and Albedo feels his heart betray him again.
He feels you stir in his arms and hears the soothing sound of your voice against him, “I guess I should come up and distract you more often.”
Knowing you, that was likely a promise.
Albedo tightens his embrace around you and nods eagerly into your hair, and he hopes that if the icy Dragonspine wind could truly freeze time, it would be this moment.
