it's alright

𝐧𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞

[luvyanfei]

──𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

eve. | she/her. | eighteen.  requests are open! 

note  

i’m really busy with school and my personal life at the moment, so it will most likely take me a pretty long while until i can write again. i’m really sorry in advance, but nonetheless, i appreciate the continued support!! :D 

rules are undercut! 

general rules

❀ first and foremost, i can write hcs, scenarios, and drabbles (for now). tell me what format you’d like, or i’ll choose myself.

❀ this is a reader-insert blog, so please refrain from asking if i can write for your ocs or character x character.

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❀ please do NOT send in nsfw asks! i’m uncomfortable with it and i hope you can respect that.

❀ this is more of a warning than a rule, but characters may be portrayed differently than their canon counterparts, mostly because i’m still getting used to their personalities. 

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character list

*these are the characters that are available for requesting! i’ll probably write more, but i’d rather reserve the others for any self-indulgent pieces instead.

—mondstadt

diluc kaeya venti albedo

—liyue

zhongli xiao

—inazuma

kazuha gorou thoma

—others

scaramouche childe

[luvyanfei]

sleeping with you. 

anon requested: hiya!~ would u mind writing how diluc, zhongli, childe and xiao sleep w/ the reader??? maybe just like how they cuddle n stuff before bed?? ty and i love ur blog sm╰(✿´⌣`✿)╯♡ eve’s note: i’m really sorry for the wait, but i hope it’s to ur liking!! thank u for sending in ur request!! :D 

diluc. 

the rain pours down heavily as lightning flashes in the night sky, illuminating the dark room. you wrap your arms around yourself, as diluc doesn’t waste time creating a small fire - courtesy of his vision - that manages to keep you two warm. both of you happened to bump into each other in the living room since neither of you could sleep well during the storm, with your reasonings differing. 

for you, it’s because the loud noises bothered you greatly, while diluc’s reason is a little more complicated. “it used to rain a lot like now, on that day,” he murmurs grimly. there’s a hint of regret and anger flashing in his sharp orbs, as diluc clenches his fists together. you don’t need him to explain further to understand what he’s talking about. the loss of a loved one is indeed upsetting, but even though you don’t have the power to revive the dead, you at least want to make sure that diluc isn’t alone. 

you rest your head on his shoulder and smiles gently at him. “diluc, may i sing you a lullaby? whenever i’m feeling stressed out, i always sing to myself to cope with my problems.” 

you swear you can almost catch a glimpse of his vermillion eyes tearing up at the offer. “i would love that,” comes his response, as you take ahold of his hands and squeezes them lightly before singing - a bit nervously, in front of him. your voice is akin to a siren, alluring - and captivating the redhead to your side. diluc can feel himself calming down significantly just by hearing your voice alone. 

as soon as your song is finished, the storm has died down and diluc is fast asleep, his quiet breathing filling the room. you stifle back a laugh and give his forehead a quick kiss before leaning into him more, as you flutter your eyes shut as well. 

zhongli.

how did this happen? you are currently fidgeting with your fingers, lying down uncomfortably on zhongli’s bed, with the man himself right beside you. you can’t see his expression since you’re too nervous to turn around and face him, but you’re almost positive he’s asleep, the only evidence being his even breathing filling your ears. 

you told him that you didn’t had a place to sleep since you ran out of mora to spend the night at an inn, and he just casually suggested that you invite yourself over to his little abode. of course you took up on his offer gratefully, but how were you supposed to know that he only has one bed?! actually, you shouldn’t have been so surprised considering his lack of intelligence when it comes to spending mora. it took a lot of persuasion from zhongli’s side for you to finally agree to share. 

fumbling with the covers keeping you protected from the chill, you visibly flinch as you feel a warm sensation looping around your waist. you stare down and awkwardly places your hands on top of zhongli’s. “uh, zhongli, i didn’t know you were still awake,” you mutter out, goosebumps forming from the sudden touch. 

he doesn’t reply, and instead lowers his head till it’s leaning against your back. is he... is he perhaps still asleep? you’re still unable to face him so you can’t confirm if your suspicions are correct or not, but this situation almost makes you laugh. it kind of reminds you of a child cuddling with their teddy bear at night - zhongli is the child and you’re the teddy bear! 

did zhongli ever sleep with stuffed animals when he was just a kid? it’s hard to imagine considering how composed and sagacious he usually is, but he does have his quirks related to mora so the thought isn’t too impossible now that you think about it.  

you giggle to yourself at the image forming in your head of a small zhongli happily clutching a stuffed dragon. 

“hmm, may i inquire you as to the reason you’re laughing?” oh, he is awake after all. you finally rotate your body around until you’re met with alluring amber eyes and the slight curve of his lips. he fondly caresses the side of your face with a thumb and index finger, pulling you in closer till your body is pressed against his. 

you immediately place your hands on top of his chest, feeling the sensation of his heart beating, and flutter your eyes shut. “it’s nothing. i’m just happy that someone like you is in my life,” you crack open an eye to get a glimpse of zhongli’s reaction. his cheeks are tinted a faint shade of pink, perhaps flustered by your words, as he chuckles lightly and smiles. 

“i would say the same thing about you as well,” zhongli rests his forehead against your own, his beam widening. “shall we go to sleep now, or would you prefer to spend your waking moments with me?” 

childe.

he’s busy writing letters to his siblings, a small grin forming on his face from reminiscing his latest date with you, when he’s interrupted by a loud knock on his door. slightly annoyed, the young harbinger calls for the person on the other side to come in. once the door swings open, he’s immediately caught off-guard by a figure tackling him in a messy embrace, their arms tightening around his waist. 

“[n-name]?! what are you-” you peer up at childe, tired eyes brimming with innocence. he swallows back a protest upon seeing your cute expression. it reminds him a bit like teucer, in a way. 

“please, can we just stay like this?” you bury your face in his chest, bridging any existing gap between you. numerous questions form in his mind, but he stops himself from asking anything and instead focuses on comforting you instead. 

as soon as you’ve managed to fully pry yourself off of him, childe silently ushers you to lie down on his bed and clears his throat. “did you had a bad dream?” he makes a half-hearted guess, more happy than curious that you’re here. 

you shake your head and hold his hand out of habit, stroking the calloused skin with a finger. “no, i’m just having trouble sleeping. is it fine if i stay with you for a while, just until i feel tired?” childe strokes your cheek with his cool fingers and offers you a jovial smile. 

“that’s more than fine with me, [name]. tell you what,” his smile converts into a playful smirk, “why don’t you just sleep with me instead?” he lies down on the bed beside you, clasping your fingers tightly in his as cerulean blue eyes stare at you in utter adoration. 

your lips part in surprise, but your shock melts into a feeling of warmth and solace. taking his hand gently in yours, you guide it to rest on the spot where your heart is beating rather quickly. “you know, if you keep on teasing me like this, my heart may just explode,” you jokingly exclaim, playing with a strand of his ginger hair. 

childe lets out a small laugh and shakes his head. “but i really do want to sleep with you! don’t you feel the same way too, [name]?” you almost laugh at his honest statement. it’s ironic, really. childe is known for being a dangerous and bloodthirsty harbinger, yet you feel safe in his arms at this moment in time. 

after about a few minutes, he doesn’t receive an answer to his question and widens his eyes slightly when he sees that you’re fast asleep. with another light giggle, childe gives your cheek a gentle peck and stares back at his desk where his letter sits, unfinished. perhaps he can hold it off for tomorrow. right now, he just wants to cherish this moment forever. 

xiao. 

first of all, it takes him quite a long while before he finally agrees to sleep on the same bed as you. being a yaksha such as himself, he’s naïve when it comes to human customs that it doesn’t automatically register in his head that sharing a bed is supposed to be romantic. when you suggest the idea to him, his response ends up being like, “aren’t you old enough to sleep by yourself? really, mortals can be quite needy sometimes.” 

you need to explain to him what sleeping together means, and unfortunately, this just further puzzles him. he doesn’t understand the appeal of sharing a bed. “if you don’t want to sleep with me, that’s okay.” you pat xiao’s shoulder and smile gently at him. 

he scoffs and shakes his head. “i never said i’ll refuse.” and that’s how he ends up sitting at the corner of your bed, staring anywhere but you as he shifts in his spot. you’re sitting right behind and occupying yourself with brushing his hair. he hates to admit it, but it kind of feels nice. perhaps he can indulge himself if not for the fact that his heart is beating so hard at the extremely close proximity.  

“w-what are you doing?!” xiao panics as you press your chest to his back and wrap your arms around him. okay, now he’s almost positive he’s about to enter cardiac arrest, at this point. he’s close to yank you off his person till he notices how warm your cheeks are. you look almost... nervous. 

“i’m cuddling you,” you grumble out, “i’ve never done something like this before, but i heard that couples usually do these things before sleeping.” ah, he gets it now. it seems that you’re just as inexperienced in dating as he is. it probably shouldn’t, but that little fact makes him feel just a bit better about himself. 

reaching out a hesitant hand, xiao cradles your left cheek - his cool fingers brushing against your heated skin. “you’re not the only one.” his voice is so soft that you’re barely able to catch his words. “although, i think it’s for the best that we go at our own pace, until we’re more comfortable.” 

you contemplate his words and nod in agreement. “yeah that’s true, i suppose, but, can you still sleep with me?” you ask him, your eyes shining with anticipation. no, why do you have to look at him like that? he huffs in exasperation as he scratches the back of his head sheepishly. 

“fine, but it’s not like i’m doing this because i want to.” you giggle at his response and encourages him to lie down beside you. yeah, he can deceive himself as much as he’d like, but it wouldn’t hurt to stick by your side, just for a bit more longer, right? 

[luvyanfei]

GENERAL DATING HCS.  

ft. kazuha, scaramouche, & gorou eve’s note: no thoughts, just... inazuma boys are kinda cute. also, i’m sorry for being inactive for so long ;;       cw: genshin leaks/spoilers, very ooc content

kazuha.

you were together with him for as long as you can remember. kazuha was your dear childhood friend that you found solace in every time he and his parents frequently visited your household in inazuma. it wounded you greatly knowing that he’s now just an enemy in his nation’s eyes, yet he has seemed to adjust to his situation quite calmly. 

you both escaped the walls surrounding the land and hid, as fugitives, in beidou’s ship. fortunately, she was kind enough to lend you her assistance and recruited you and kazuha as new members in her crew, which you’re grateful to this day. 

he would sometimes express guilt towards you for placing you in danger and gives you the choice to go back to inazuma where your beloved parents are waiting for you, but you’re adamant in your decision. to you, kazuha will always be your first priority and only love. he’s quietly appreciative of your loyalty and trust in him. 

usually, you’d spend time in each others’ company on the ship, enjoying your meals and conversing about your days, but there are moments where your dates are located in places that kazuha knows is safe. 

he’ll take you to a beach devoid of any intrusions and go on a nice stroll with you, watching the sun set as stars start to appear. you end up taking off your shoes and dip your toes in the cool water, urging for kazuha to do the same. 

with a bit of persistence on your end, he ends up caving to your wishes and joins you in. your eyes catch a glimpse of a thin stick washed up on the shore and takes your time writing something in the sand with it - while making sure kazuha isn’t looking. when you’re finally satisfied with your work, you call him over and bashfully anticipates his reaction. his ivory cheeks are tinted a light shade of pink as he reads the words aloud - “i love you.” 

kazuha stares at you, his features melting in an expression that’s gentle and loving, as he bridges the gap and leans in for a kiss. while his eyes automatically flutter shut, you dare yourself to keep yours open, if only because you want to remember this moment to the last detail. 

the kiss is fleeting, but one that resonates with your heart - and you’re left to wonder, as he cradles your cheek with both hands, a mirthful giggle parting his lips, has kazuha always been this beautiful? 

as evening slowly transitions to night, you end up sitting next to each other perched on the edge of a cliff, observing the cloudless landscape before you. with a sigh of content, you carefully situate your head against your lover’s shoulder and gives his hand a gentle, yet firm, squeeze, to reassure him that you’ll remain by his side. 

scaramouche.

did everyone hear that right? the sixth harbinger - heavily disliked amongst the fatui, is dating you? “yes, i am,” scaramouche scoffs matter-of-factly. he rolls his cobalt blue eyes to the sky and sighs in irritation, lips pursed into a bitter frown. you bite your lower lip and pat his back in hopes to soothe out his rising agitation. even you sometimes wonder why in the world he chose you out of every possible suitor in teyvat to be his lover. 

he’s not the most romantic person in the world, as he would rather perish than admit he wants a hug from you, yet spending time with him has helped you to understand his body language. when he’s patting the back of his head, that means he wants you to hold his hand. if his gaze is fixated on your lips for more than one second, that’s a sign he’s looking for a kiss. he’s very needy for attention, so you’ll need to have a particularly keen eye to read his mood. 

despite harboring an unfavorable reputation and instilling fear in the eyes of innocents and coworkers alike due to his unpleasant personality, scaramouche treats you with a bit more respect than he does to a regular human. he still spews rude comments here and there, but for the most part, he remains silent and listens to whatever you have to say. while he may never say he cares about you, he always shows signs of concern when you’re feeling ill. 

if he wasn’t a harbinger, he probably would have made a great nurse, albeit a scary one. he’s mostly the person to help you recover when you’re sick. scaramouche would gently place a wet towel over your forehead and feed you your meals, assuring you that you’re in good hands. 

once night falls, he begrudgingly sings you a lullaby when you are having trouble sleeping, making sure that you’re in a comfortable state before making his leave, but he comes back the next morning to check up on you. “it’s not like i’m worried about you or anything. i just don’t have anything better to do, that’s all. hey, why are you laughing?!” 

you’re still baffled as to how he’s ended up falling for you, but you’re certain about one thing. the stars in the sky may be fake, as he proclaims, but his love for you is very much real. 

gorou. 

gorou has never been in a relationship before, and you can’t really blame him for that. his only focus was his country and the serious predicaments accompanied with it, that is until, he’s encountered you. he’s not the most knowledgeable when it comes to dating, so he relies on reading romance novels to get an idea on how he should court you. his methods are pretty cliché, that you can admit. your first date concluded in plenty of flirty remarks from him and awkward giggles on your end. 

as time grew, he’s become comfortable being in your presence and more affectionate. every time you’re outside, his hand is casually situated on your person - whether it’s your back, the crown on your head, or your own fingers. gorou tells you that he doesn’t want to lose you in a crowd after the last time it happened, but you know the real reason. he just wants to find an excuse to revel in your warmth and well, it’s not like you’re complaining either. 

he finds your flustered expression adorable whenever he teases you in a lilting tone, and would constantly try to elicit a reaction out of you.

despite his mischievous disposition, gorou is a rather serious and compassionate individual. he cares deeply over your well-being and would rather risk his life than lose you. in turn, you’re loyal to his cause and respects his courage and opinions, even if that means you’re also now an enemy in the eyes of the electro archon. 

gorou is still rather oblivious to the concept of love and needs you to inform him of your boundaries. he sometimes end up saying suggestive comments without meaning to sound suggestive. in the beginning stages of your relationship, he one time proposed that the both of you take a bath together after a hike and casually attempted to undress you himself. of course, you refused! 

“aww, but why? aren’t couples supposed to take care of each other? what? that’s only reserved for people who are wed? then why don’t you just marry me?” 

what? before you could question him, gorou let out a heartfelt chuckle. “i’m kidding, i’m kidding! you should have seen the look on your face~” seriously though, he’s not, so don’t be surprised if he ever shows up to one of your dates with a ring in one hand as he kneels before you and proposes on the spot. 

[koutawoo]

“he was once a good friend of mine.

one day, he asked me about a sword art of which he had heard: the musou no hitotachi.

i told him: ‘it can only be witnessed when divine punishment is administered. it is the pinnacle of the raiden shogun’s skill—a symbol of ultimate power.’

but he replied: ‘there must be one who can withstand it. there will always be those who dare to brave the lightning’s glow.’

then, the vision hunt decree arrived. people’s aspirations were stripped away as the raiden shogun began to construct her ideal of eternity.

while i was fleeing from place to place, i heard that my friend had challenged the vision hunters to a duel before the throne—a solemn yet brutal challenge. the defeated faced divine punishment, while the victors gain a second chance.

perhaps he thought he—of all people—should make a stand; coming face to face with the musou no hitotachi was all that he truly desired, after all.

when i arrived at tenshukaku, the duel was over. i heard his sentence of divine punishment, his severed blade hitting the ground. perhaps that was the glory he had yearned to witness.

(in his last moments, what expression was on his face?)

before i knew it, i had stepped forward and snatched the dying vision, and was running from the scene. all i knew was that i mustn’t let his hope which burned so brightly become buried among the ice-cold statue of a god.”

archon quest chapter ii: prologue ☆ autumn winds, scarlet leaves

[luvyanfei]

I know this is really weird and out of the blue, but I just wanted to say that I love your blog title! It gave me a little sliver of hope in these dark times and I genuinely teared up a bit when I stumbled upon your blog and saw it😅, it was exactly what I needed to hear right now🥺

no it’s not weird at all! that honestly makes me so happy to hear!! tbh i wrote the title to cheer myself up, but i didn’t expect it would have an impact on u too. i really do hope your life turns around for the better, and if you ever feel like wanting to rant, you’re always free to talk with me! hang in there anon and remember to take care of yourself!!

also, this has nothing to do with the ask, so feel free to scroll down but i’m sorry for not updating in a while. i’ve been dealing with a lot of stress lately and it’s seriously drained my motivation to write. i’ll still try to get something done maybe next week but i can’t really promise anything. i appreciate everyone’s support though and if anybody wants, i can try to host a small milestone event as thanks for 700+ followers. 

thank u for dropping by anon! <3 i wish u all the best! 

[tevyat]

04/17 | Happy Birthday Xiao!

[vivianvivvia]

December 31st; Happy birthday, Zhongli~

[luvyanfei]

WHEN YOU FALL ASLEEP ON HIS SHOULDER 

ft. xiao, albedo, diluc, kaeya, scaramouche, childe, zhongli & venti non-requested piece

XIAO doesn’t know how to react when he feels a heavy weight on top of his shoulder and finds your head leaned against him comfortably, your eyes closed. his fingers reach out to push you off of him, but he decides against it at the last minute. it would be rather indecent of him to disturb your sleep, and now that you’re unconscious, he’s able to study your face up close without needing to concern himself about getting caught. “how silly.” he murmurs to no one in particular. “to think that someone like you is capable of breaking down my walls. i thought i discarded human emotions long ago, but is it really alright for me to love you?” why is he confessing all this aloud, who knows. XIAO leans in close to your face till his lips are barely touching yours. he stays like that for quite some time before he reluctantly pulls back. mortified of himself, he turns around slightly to stare at the leaves soaring in the light breeze, but he fails to notice the slight blush on your face as you struggle to keep your eyes closed. perhaps once you ‘wake up’, you’ll surprise him with an innocuous kiss to finish what he’s started. 

ALBEDO glances up from the sketching he’s occupied his time in perfecting, and accidentally moves too quickly that he stirs you awake. you groan in exasperation, rubbing at your eyes before you gasp at what you’ve just done. sheepishly, you mumble out an apology for bothering him, but your wrist is ensnared in his firm grip and he gently guides your head back to rest on his shoulder. he strokes your flushed cheeks with his cool fingers and kisses you chastely on the forehead. “it’s okay. take a little break if you need to. i’ll be here when you wake up.” 

DILUC ends up sighing without a second thought and turns away from your sleeping form sheepishly as he blushes uncontrollably. his heart is pulsating loudly against his ribcage and he’s having trouble thinking coherently due to the very close proximity shared between you two. are you even comfortable sleeping on his shoulder? his posture is pretty rigid so it probably feels like lying on a boulder. ever so slowly, he lifts you up in his arms to tuck you into bed, but freezes once he hears a tired yawn. “sorry. am i disturbing you? you fell asleep, so i’m just taking you to your room.” you shake your head and give him a closed-mouth smile, encouraging him to move forward. he brings you down on the mattress and covers you with the warmth of the blanket. “good night, my love.” 

KAEYA can’t help but smirk to himself. really, you’re too trusting for falling asleep on his shoulder so casually like this. aren’t you even just a little bit suspicious of him? well, your innocence is what infatuated him to you in the first place. he gives you a light pat on the back and chuckles softly. “i hope you’re not like this with anyone else,” he mutters, watching an eye out in case any opponents are lurking around. despite being a cryo wielder, his hands feel rather warm as he cups your delicate fingers with his. it feels nice, not having anything to worry about if you’re trapped in pleasant dreams. as cruel as reality is, KAEYA is glad that you’re here to sweeten up his lonely days. 

SCARAMOUCHE scowls and pushes you off of him roughly. what is he, a pillow? startled, you have to balance yourself before you topple to the ground. glaring at the harbinger, you instead lean your head against the shoulder of the person that is closest to you and dozes off, in front of him no less. unknown to you, this immediately sets off his jealousy and the poor guy, who he immediately recognizes as tartaglia, gives him a confused look but smiles slyly nonetheless. with a click of his tongue, SCARAMOUCHE yanks you off of childe’s shoulder, awakening you once more, much to your chagrin, and pulls you to his side. “if you’re going to sleep on someone’s shoulder, i’d rather it be mine’s.” 

CHILDE has to verbally restrain himself from squealing at the top of his lungs at how cute you look. his heartbeat speeds up like a rushing river as he ushers for teucer to quietly fetch him a blanket. he then wraps the comforter around your body to keep you snug in the cold of snezhnaya. he’s well aware of how exhausting it may be to travel around teyvat in order to find out the hidden truth this world has to offer. you’ve been through so much, it’s the least that CHILDE can do to stay by your side as you rest up. he links his pinky with yours and a flicker of hope brings life to his cerulean eyes. “no matter what choice you make, i pinky promise i won’t leave you, not until we reach the end.” 

ZHONGLI doesn’t even notice that you’re dozing off, being too fixated on his nonstop rambling to feel the weight on his shoulder. it’s only after he’s done talking does he let out a tiny sigh and loops a hand around your arm. unconsciously, you nuzzle further into his chest and relaxes in his gentle touch. with the sun basking down on his face and the calming atmosphere that lingers in the air, ZHONGLI finds himself overcome with fatigue. he ends up closing his eyes shut and leans against you as both of you drift into a state of quiet tranquility, side by side. 

VENTI brushes away a strand of your hair with an index finger so he can view your peaceful visage in full. your chest rises and falls with every breath you take in and exhale, leaving him to hope it will never stop. he takes off his cape and hat for you to wear since the wind isn’t exactly friendly right now. okay, fine. he actually just wanted to know what it’s like for you to wear his clothing on, and he doesn’t regret doing it one bit. it’s tempting for him to snap a picture of you, but watching you is good enough, he supposes. VENTI will just have to store this memory to heart like all the others he has of you. 

[vivianvivvia]

⋆ @khunssi tagged me <3

slow burn or love at first sight // fake dating turned real dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // oh no there’s only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt-comfort or amnesia // fantasy AU or modern AU // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff // canon-compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death // one-shot or multi chapter // kid fic or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high school romance or middle aged romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbors or roommates // sci-fi AU or magic AU // body swap or gender bend // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane

⋆ it really depends on the story but these are my general/yume preferences (((o(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)o)))

tagging @poisonepel @cursedtwst @lunarrin @rozuhato and anyone else who wants to join (≧∀≦)

[luvyanfei]

thank you for the tag, vivian!! 

slow burn or love at first sight // fake dating turned real dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // oh no there’s only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt-comfort or amnesia // fantasy AU or modern AU // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff // canon-compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death // one-shot or multi chapter // kid fic or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high school romance or middle aged romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbors or roommates // sci-fi AU or magic AU // body swap or gender bend // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane

[luvyanfei]

when you’re amnesiac

ft. xiao, venti, & bennett  requested by anon tw. amnesia

i’m sorry for not updating in a while ;;  also, i’m not a professional when it comes to amnesia so if i made a mistake, please tell me! 

xiao. 

it... honestly hurts him whenever you forget who he is. xiao tells himself that it’s best you never associate with him, but it’s easier said than done. he’s grown attached to you, to the point that your bond cannot be severed. the first time this happens, he almost believes that you’re playing a sick joke on him and voices his irritations for you to stop. it’s only when you start acting like this with verr and the other staff members in wangshu inn does he finally come to the conclusion you’re seriously amnesiac. 

why didn’t you say anything about this before? a flurry of emotions wash over him like a tidal wave and he feels as if he’s currently suffocating. with a deep frown pulling on his lips, xiao reintroduces himself to you and, to the surprise of everyone else, holds out his hand for you to shake. he remembers that this is what you normally did when you greeted him. now, you can’t do that anymore because in your eyes, he’s been reduced to a mere stranger. he tries to make you remember by telling you as many information he can possibly provide, but with the blank stare you’re giving him, it seems that’s not enough to trigger back your lost memories. 

perhaps words alone isn’t enough to solve this predicament. he changes his methods and ushers you into the kitchen where he hastily makes almond tofu and presents it for you to eat. xiao studies your face conspicuously as you munch on the meal, a small smile brightening your features. “it’s tasty.” 

your compliment takes him by surprise and he looks down at the floor. “really? i’ve been practicing a bit lately, but my cooking isn’t on par with yours.” he mutters the last sentence to himself, a sprig of sadness lacing his tone. despite wanting to restore back your memories as soon as possible, xiao takes the procedures slowly so he doesn’t end up overwhelming you. humans are quite fragile, something he’s learned over his years spending decades in this world. 

luckily, you didn’t forget everything. your basic intelligence is still intact, a fact that xiao is relieved upon. he prevents himself from confessing that he’s your lover and decides to treat you as a supporting friend for now instead. unfortunately, xiao’s patience is limited. he’s bound to get agitated at some point. time will continue on passing by without waiting for you and he’s very much aware of that. sometimes, he’ll unintentionally act harsher than he means to be out of anger, but he apologizes awkwardly afterwards. 

you start to improve, ever since the night when you released xiao lanterns together and have warmed up to him considerably. you’re smiling at him often once more, calling him ‘xiao’ affectionately and gifts him with endearing kisses to his cheek, fingers intertwined fondly. he almost feels like he can breathe again, that his world is repairing back to normal after all the effort he’s put in to bring your old self. seeing you doing your best to remember makes him want to provide you all of his support and love too. 

venti.

the bard mentally sighs as you question who he is and why he’s in your house. strumming the lyre with lithe fingers, he smiles and addresses you. “ehe~ my name is venti! it’s nice meeting you once more, [name].” venti adapts quickly to the sudden change, filling in the gaps and gluing all the pieces together. he manages to keep your days hopeful and full of bliss, but every time he leaves you alone, his cheerful smile vanishes and he slumps to the ground. he wanders to the tavern and drinks away into the night to wash away his sorrows. drowning in his thoughts, he strategizes a way to regain your memories without having to worry about losing them again. 

it’s only when his ears catch the tavern’s bard playing his ukulele in a carefree manner, does he snap his fingers in a state of epiphany and rushes out. after venti manages to get his hands on a paper and a pen, he quickly begins working on his task. it takes a while for him to perfect it, but when he’s satisfied enough, he decides to show you what he’s been doing behind your back. 

“it’s a... poem?” you pass him back the parchment after giving it a careful read. “it’s written really well.” venti waves off your compliment with an ‘it’s no big deal’ but he’s happy his efforts have paid off. well, almost. clearing his throat, he takes out his lyre and sings, his innocent voice leaving you breathless on the spot. the lyric resonates with you, a nostalgic feeling seeping into your heart. 

once he’s done, you exhale out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in and applauds. you ask him if it’s a song that he’s going to sing for the townsfolk and he shakes his head. “nope! this song that you’ve just listened to is a song just for us, me and you.” a bit sheepishly, he explains that it’s a story of how you two met and he hopes that if you ever forget, all you need to do is listen for the melody in the starry night to remember again. 

bennett.

he tries to stay positive despite the sadness that prickles his heart whenever you ask for his name. it’s almost like he’s stuck in an endless, cruel cycle. one day, the two of you will hold hands and kiss, and the next, you’re staring at him suspiciously and flinches away from his touch. as much as bennett likes getting second chances, he wants to move forward with your relationship. it almost infuriates him that there’s really nothing he can do to dispel your memory issues. 

he starts to wonder if this is a result of his piling misfortunes that is now infecting you too. the thought saddens him considerably. the rising guilt results in him attempting to keep his distance from you, that way you don’t need to suffer no more. he arranges for someone more skilled, more better to take care of you until you recover, but every single time, he always manages to find his way back to you. 

since isolating away from you doesn’t work, bennett brings it upon himself to help jog back your memories. he takes his precious time to write down important notes in a journal and gives it to you to read whenever you forget anything so you can refer back to it. every night, before you go to sleep, bennett will softly tell you some of the things you two have done together as a flicker of nostalgia sparkles in his emerald eyes. he ends your day with a dainty kiss to your forehead as your eyes flutter shut. 

when you wake up, it’s almost as if you’re submerged into a endless abyss, floating but unaware when you’ll reach the ground, your mind a blank canvas. it’s only when you spot the sliver of pure, green eyes gazing lovingly at you and the smile of an angel, do you find yourself surrounded in a safe and colourful world. the boy hugs you tightly as you rise from your bed, and you wrap your own arms around his body securely, like you’ve done this before many times. “we’ll get through this,” the stranger whispers sweetly in your ears, as bitter tears roll down his cheek. “i’ll help you remember again.” 

[valberryy]

hi hi bee!! for my request, how about some hcs where diluc and venti react to their s/o asking for their hand in marriage?

HI HI EVEEEE THIS IS SO CUTE TY FOR UR RQ QAQ

also diluc is basically lets get married mitski cover and venti is the original WAHAHAHA

pairing(s): diluc x gn!reader, venti x gn!reader

content warnings:

diluc.

it takes him by surprise, first of all. some part of diluc has been under the impression that he would have proposed to you, but having his expectations subverted like this isn't unwelcome.

(it saves him some anxiety, too—though he's well aware of how you two feel for each other, there's always that nagging feeling that you deserve someone else. someone better, less busy, less like him.)

he's a rather private person, so he'd appreciate something like this to be a private affair, too—asked among the vines in his vineyard, between shelves in his library, whispered between warm, tender kisses in front of the embers in the fireplace.

"you're everything to me," you say, and though he's heard it tens, hundreds, thousands of times, the flutter in his chest is unmistakable. "would you marry me, beloved?"

it takes him a moment to respond, with the way his voice dies in his throat—even longer when you smile at him and cup his face in your hands. but then he comes back to himself, and his own hand comes to rest gently on your wrist.

"without question," he responds, and though you tease him for his eagerness, diluc can't help but smile into the kiss he pulls you into.

he can already imagine the kind of ring he thinks would look best on you—but perhaps he would wait to see if you had anything other than bold words up your sleeve?

venti.

contrary to popular belief, venti doesn't think as badly of marriage as most may think.

there is a certain kind of freedom in being able to freely express your love, after all. different though it may be to holding your hand in public or serenading you in the tavern, at its core was still you and him and the feeling of never wanting to let each other go.

so he quite likes it, actually! in his own way.

your proposal would've happened after a little mishap while you were gliding together—the wind was too strong and your glider wouldn't open, and through the feeling of adrenaline in your veins you processed, briefly, that venti had caught you and was holding you close to his chest.

and despite everything, you wound your arms around his neck and laughed. it was so bizarre to him that he almost dropped you, but your smile was so contagious that he couldn't suppress one of his own and asked, "what's with that face, huh?"

"let's get married!" you yelled over the wind. "i want to live with you forever, venti!"

the surprise was clear on his face when the words finally clicked in his head, but he grinned and pulled you closer to him nevertheless. "i think i'd like that!" he said in reply, and wondered—he quite liked how his name sounds with your surname attached to it.

[tevyat]

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[afoolnottoloveu]

hello! just a lil smth, please don’t scroll!

tw // anti-asian violence

there’s been a fuck ton of aapi hate since the beginning of the pandemic and especially lately, with the georgia shootings today, and even the grammys last sunday

all this said i just wanted to share a few resources (none mine!):

- anti-asian violence resources (this resource is also linked in my pinned, it contains information, petitions, places to donate and a lot more)

- stop asian hate (contains petitions, places to donate, ways to spread the word and more)

- sites to donate to and share (if you have a twitter please consider retweeting)

- a cumulative twitter thread with a little bit of everything and more than i explained

+ stop asian hate gofundme

+ asian american resource center (an atlanta based foundation focused on housing and civil classes)

—

if you have any resources you wanna share reply and/or reblog and i’ll add it, and with that please share this with the same tags <3 sending love to my fellow aapi, please stay safe all of you and don’t be fucking racist :]

[luvyanfei]

how they comfort you when you’re sad

ft. diluc, kaeya, venti, childe, zhongli, albedo, & xiao non-requested piece 

diluc ragnvindr. 

as stoic as diluc may be, he’s the most emotionally affected by your misery out of the others listed here, but he’s clueless in how to help. he’s not adept in everything despite being known for being a perfectionist and unfortunately, comforting you is one of them. he would reach out a hand to you, and then pull it back to his side before you notice. it annoys him greatly how he can insult the knights without hesitation and combat against his enemies confidently, and yet...

it’s easy to get diluc flustered over the simpler things in life. you’re usually so happy and lively, the light to his dark that he finds it almost eerie to see you looking depressed as you enter the tavern. you don’t even spare him a glance, and slumps down at an empty seat, your head splayed down on the table. out of concern for your wellbeing, the winery owner whips up your favourite drink free of charge and delivers it himself to your spot. instead of leaving you as one would expect, he pulls up a chair and taps the wooden surface of the table with his gloved fingers, stirring you to look up at him. he greets you in a monotone voice unintentionally, and shyly asks if there are any problems going on in your life. he may not look like it, with how distant he is, but diluc would be very pleased to help you. 

with hesitation, you take the drink and start taking small sips from the cup. the savory taste melts on your tongue and your lips quiver slightly. before you know it, you’re reduced into a sobbing mess, your tears staining the floor. “what’s wrong?” dismayed, diluc rises up and pats your back, handing you a handkerchief from his jacket pocket for you to wipe your tears away with. 

he ushers you into a private room where nobody can see you and rubs your hands together. he doesn’t talk, instead fixating on calming you down. dabbing at your swollen eyes and cheeks gently with a drenched towel, diluc cradles your face and leans in close to you, your foreheads touching. “i’m here, [name],” his voice is soft and delicate, a sharp contrast to his formal and uninterested tone, “i will always be here for you, so you don’t need to worry about suffering alone. we’ll get through this together, alright?” 

kaeya alberich. 

he’ll take you to the tavern with him for a nice drink. it won’t do you any good to be by yourself and moping, right? as hypocritical as it may seem, kaeya is fully accepting of you coming to him for emotional support despite being rather closed-off when it comes to his personal emotions. if you’re underage, he’ll purchase you a soft drink or juice, and if not, a glass of wine will surely boost your spirits up. his attempt to cheer you up is to temporarily distract you from it. quite clever of him, no? of course, his objective isn’t for you to ignore your problems altogether, but to take your mind off of it until you can think a bit clearly. 

kaeya will act like a gentleman the whole time, letting a few teasing remarks slip out every now and then, but his attitude is toned down for the most part. after you consumed a plentiful amount of beverages, he takes a stroll with you in the night, passing by a bard stringing music on their lyre. this gives the cavalry captain an idea and he takes you into a secluded area, fireflies glowing to add a touch of whimsy to the scenario. still gripping your hand, he raises it up to kiss the surface and proposes you to join him in for a dance under the moonlight and stars. 

kaeya looks at you with a brimming grin. “are you feeling better now?” you nod, placing a hand on his open palm.

“now that you’re here, yes, i am.” his smile broadens and cups your cheek with his free hand. the tip of his thumb lightly grazes your bottom lip before he replaces it with his lips. the kiss is passionate and savory, a description that fits your relationship perfectly. 

“i’m glad you do,” he pulls back and breathes out a sigh of relief. “it’s the same with me. i admit, i also enjoy your company very much.” 

venti.

it’s best to let your emotions run loose. don’t bottle it up, okay? if you need to cry, then cry. sure, venti may act all carefree and exuberant, but even he has his serious sides from time to time. he takes the situation rather calmly, pulling you into a comforting embrace and rubbing your back as you tearfully sob. when he feels that you’re muscles have slowly relaxed and your cries have been reduced to tiny sniffles, he transitions out of the hug and places his hands on your shoulder, all with an angelic smile on his face. see, that wasn’t so bad, now was it?

if you’re up for it, venti will be happy to play you a quiet melody carried in the night breeze. he’ll position your head to lean on his shoulder as both of you sit down on the ground and he clears his throat before he begins singing. the stringing of the lyre, the gentle rustle of the leaves in the background, and the soothing sound of his voice automatically brings a smile to your lips. snuggling closer to him, you drift in a state of contentment and serenity. once the bard catches wind of your heavy breathing, your eyes fluttered closed, he stops his singing and presses a dainty kiss to your forehead. 

carefully, so he doesn’t disturb your slumber, venti carries you back to your resident and tucks you into bed. as he’s about to head off, you snag him by the wrist, and tug him back to your side. “please don’t go yet, venti.” he pats the hand imprisoning his wrist and chuckles in amusement. 

“don’t worry. i don’t plan on ever doing something like that.” he crawls into bed with you, tangling your legs together and hooking his arms around your waist. the tip of his nose grazes your hair faintly as your back is pressed against his chest. “not now, and not ever.” 

childe.

he’s the eleventh harbinger, yes, but beneath his fearsome title and mischievous demeanor, childe is a regular human with an affable heart. it hurts him seeing you look dejected, as if you’re on the brink of suffocating from insufferable pain. it’s like your emotions are a type of infection, contagious to say the least. if you’re happy, then he’s happy. if you’re sad, then you’ll bet he’s also going to drop his jovial gleam. luckily, growing up with siblings gives him an advantage here. he’s used to taking care of others and turning their frowns upside down. 

if he finds out someone has been upsetting you, he’ll personally deal with them himself, ordering them to apologize lest they want to face his wrath. if you’re having financial difficulties, he’ll lend you a generous amount of mora so you can clear your debts or help you find a well-paying job. either way, he’ll cradle you in his arms and compliment you for being strong, no matter what life throws at you. life’s hard, but that’s all the more reason why you should keep marching forward - hand in hand with childe.   

“shh, [name], it’s okay. don’t cry.” childe kneels before you and wipes away a salty tear. grabbing a teddy bear abandoned on the ground, he shoves it in front of your face. to your sudden bewilderment, he grabs the bear’s arm to pat you on the head and grins. “there, there. mr. teddy is here to make you happy once more.” 

you sputter out a giggle despite tears still leaking from your eyes. “childe, i’m not a little kid anymore. cut it out!” he resists the urge to pinch your cheeks when you pout cutely at him. 

“fine, fine. i’ll stop, but hey! at least you’re smiling again, right?” you roll your eyes and sniff. 

“yeah, i’m feeling a little better. thank you.”  

your comment forms a blush to dust his cheeks and he sheepishly scratches the back of his head. “there’s no need for gratitude. to me, your smile is the one thing i’d hate to lose.” 

zhongli.

feeling sad? his arms are already wide open and a box of tissues is conveniently laid on the table. zhongli is the wave that laps up your sorrows and tears, the lulling sound of his voice uttering words of reassurance like a tranquil melody to set your heart at ease. he’s the type who will lend a shoulder for you to cry on. while he brews up a nice cup of tea to soothe your mind, he encourages you gently to tell him whatever it is that’s bothering you. he soaks up every syllable that falls from your lips like a sponge and in a pensive state, he gives you advice in turn. 

you take his words to heart, since everything he’s said before have always been genuine and your trust in him runs deeper than the bottom of the sea. sure, maybe not everything he says is the answer that will cause your problems disappear, but he does guide you to choose rationally how you want to approach it. as much as zhongli would like to solve everything for you, he’s aware that there are times where only you have the potential to fix the issue. 

the golden ginkgo leaves twirl in the autumn breeze, as zhongli clasps his hands with yours. you adjust the scarf around your neck, shivering from the mild chill settling in liyue. 

you stare grimly at the seagulls soaring in the cloudy sky, and peers down at your feet planted firmly on the ground. a frown tugs on your lips and you sigh. a warm hand caresses your cheek and you look towards zhongli smiling gently in your direction. wiping away the tears that are beginning to moist your eyes, he encages you in a comforting hug. 

“don’t hold it in,” zhongli whispers soothingly in your ear, “you’re allowed to cry if you want. i promise you, there’s no judgement.” 

albedo.

it’s like he has a sixth sense. you could have been crying in your sleep last night and the first thing you wake up to is all your favourite meals placed rigorously on a sliver tray and a positive message with cursive, neat handwriting scribbled on a notepad for you to read. albedo is rather considerate, like that. before you started to live together and entered a more domestic relationship, he visited your home and asked if anything was wrong in a neutral tone that belied his concern. you were shocked how he could have possibly known since you were sure you concealed the visible evidences skillfully with makeup, and you looked quite normal for the most part, as if you hadn’t been crying mere seconds before he knocked on your door. 

he shrugs indifferently and responds that he just has a feeling something’s bothering you. albedo will take a day off from his confinement in his lab so he can stay with you. he takes you by the hand and gestures for you to sit down on a nearby chair beside him, offering you delectable appetites to eat while you rant to him. once you’re finished spilling out your problems, he kisses you on the forehead and tells you that you did a good job. it isn’t easy to admit you’re not mentally well, in which he praises you for. 

hugging your legs to your chest, you quietly ask him if it’s not a bother. firmly, albedo shakes his head and squeezes your hand reassuringly. “no, you’re never a bother.” he scoops up a spoonful of ice cream and feeds you the cool dessert. once you swallow, his lips curve into a little smirk as he wipes away the excess on the side of your mouth with a finger and licks the cream off with his tongue. 

“whether you’re happy, sad, or disappointed, my love for you will never change.” 

xiao.

he’s not very good at handling these types of situations. xiao can never know what he’s supposed to say or do to make you feel better, so he just stands there awkwardly. please don’t blame him! he’s already terrible at consoling himself that having to cheer someone else up seems more like an impossible challenge than a simple task. however, like albedo, he can also sense if you’re depressed or in need of saving. what do you mortals call it, an instinct? 

he asks verr for advice on what to do to help, and she suggests for him to stick by your side and show that he cares deeply about you. it takes xiao a while to come up with a suitable plan. he wanders up to the highest floor of wangshu inn and reminisces over the past. your first meeting with him, the time when you gave him almond tofu, and when you both fought together to protect liyue - he’s memorized it all down to the last detail. suddenly, an idea clicks into place and he teleports immediately to where you are. sitting on a bench alone, while you absentmindedly watch the birds peck at the crumbs scattered on the cement floor, it takes you by surprise when you find xiao hovering above you. he reaches out his hand and composedly asks if you would be willing to accompany him for the night. 

when you encounter him at the location where you agreed to meet, you curiously question xiao what he wants to do, but he doesn’t reply. instead, he scoops you up in his arms, a surprised expression on your face as you wrap your arms around his neck so you don’t end up falling. before you know it, both of you are... soaring in the air? your eyes subconsciously drift to his vision glowing brightly in the murky night. so he’s using his anemo abilities to create wind currents and literally sweep you off your feet. 

“do you see this place?” he gestures with his head for you to look at liyue harbor. the city lights glow in the darkness and most people are walking back home, idly chatting with each other and giggling. “it wouldn’t be as peaceful as it is now if it weren’t for you. so if you ever feel sad again, know that it’s you who puts a smile on everyone’s faces - including mine.” 

and with that, xiao smiles serenely at you, to which you finally offer a grin of your own. 

[koutawoo]

genshin impact ☆ character and weapon event wishes

version 1.0 → version ?

[luvyanfei]

I love your writing so much!! May I request Diluc and/or Zhongli with a fem reader, where they are in a park/forest full of flowers and they confess there? Kind of specific but I love romantic scenarios with flowers! Have a nice day!!

you flatter me too much ;; thank you for the very sweet words! i hope this meets your expectations!

zhongli.

zhongli’s hand is intertwined with yours, as you stroll together around liyue, the summer sun cascading its light down on the both of you. he invited you to join him for a stroll, and of course you couldn’t possibly find yourself refusing when he asked in his polite and honeyed tone.

while he does want to spend time with you, the archon’s true purpose for this outing is to finally confess his feelings to you. he’s already planned things out to the miniscule of details. zhongli wants it to be perfect.

and what better way to express his sentiment than to do it in a field of flowers? sure, it may not be an extravagant approach, but he’s decided that a simplistic method would be most appropriate.

birds chirp faintly in the distance and your hair dances in the gentle breeze, as if nature itself is ushering him to play out his desires. a wave of emotions wash over him, doubt settling in place.

zhongli has always been confident in accomplishing his goals, but this is the first time he’s feeling nervous.  

he places a hand on your shoulder, bringing your attention to him. he opens his mouth to speak, the three letter words plaguing his mind, but you quickly cut in.

“zhongli, i have a crush on you.”

eh?

unbeknownst to zhongli, you’ve also been waiting for the right time to spill your feelings too and coincidentally, both of you chose the exact, same moment. great minds think alike, as the saying goes.

a smile forms, then a light giggle, and lastly zhongli laughs, finding the situation humorous. you, on the other hand, is baffled, not clearly comprehending what he finds so comedic.

“it seems there was no need for me to worry after all. i was also planning to confess to you, you see, but i guess all i need to do is accept yours.”

“and do you?” you ask eagerly, hope blossoming in your eyes. he nods happily in turn.

“why, of course. i am very pleased to know you do, for i love you as much.”

diluc.

you adjust your hold on diluc’s wrist, guiding him along slowly so he doesn’t end up tripping over his own feet. his eyes are closed, and his fingers are slightly trembling in front of him.

“we’re almost there diluc. have more faith in me, will you? i promise you, i’m not going to let you hit your head against a metal pole,” you promise, biting back a smile when you feel him flinching.

nevertheless, he mumbles out an “okay” and stays silent until you stop abruptly and lets go of his wrist.

“you can open your eyes now.” diluc complies almost immediately, his mouth forming an o as he takes in the floral scenery. calla lilies, windwheel asters, and cecilias all come into his line of vision.

picking a nearby flower, you twirl it around your fingers and offers it to him. he hesitantly takes it, giving you a sheepish “thank you”.

“i wanted to take you here, because there’s something i need to talk to you about.”

diluc looks at you in confusion, but he stays silent and you take it as a signal to continue.

“i love you! will you please go out with me?”

your voice is shaky and almost doubtful when you don’t hear a response - anything. you lower your face till you can’t see him, but a hand resting itself on your head pulls you to raise your eyes up at him.

“i admit, i assumed you didn’t view me in that way, but i’m glad i’m wrong.” a calming smile graces his visage, adoration dancing in his vermillion irises. shyly, diluc takes your hand in his, raising it up until his lips are hovering right below your pam.

“i love you very deeply as well. i would be delighted to go out with you.”

[luvyanfei]

Hey! Love your writing blog. I was wondering if I could request a scenario where scaramouche has a nightmare and then we comfort him? Plz I just wanna see some content for my boy 😩

comfort after a nightmare. 

featuring: scaramouche genre: fluff, sfw

Darkness clouds his vision, then a blinding ray of light shines upon his face. Squinting, the man shields his eyes briefly before his vision adjusts, slowly. When everything becomes clear, he finds himself surrounded by a crowd of people. Unfamiliar strangers, his fellow Harbingers, and you - all glaring at him in disdain with a scowl etched on your repulsed faces.  

He can taste the bitterness coating your tongue, as you lift an index finger pointed straight towards his heart. Metaphorically, you’ve mortally wounded him just by your mere, cruel words alone.

“I tried to love you, I really did, but let’s face it, who can really love someone like you?” Venom and all things vile spew from your lips, leaving him astounded. He can almost hear the piercing noise of his heart shattering into pieces. Tears cascade down his cheek, hands balled into fists on either side.

He squeezes his eyes shut when you reach your hand out, as if that will save him from his predicament, and… caresses his cheek?

—

His eyes flutter open ever-so carefully, groaning in exasperation as he wipes away the sweat pooled on his forehead. Your cool fingers lightly sweep away his untidy bangs to the side, concern reflected in your pupils.

“Scaramouche, is everything alright?”

A blink accompanies another before you’re silently pulling him in a dainty embrace, a hand stroking his back comfortingly. You expect him to shove you away harshly, to yell in disgust at what you’re doing, yet, neither of that occurs as you expect. Instead, the opposite happens.

He lets out a sigh, a sigh of appreciation and relief, and replicates your minor actions like a reflection in a mirror, encasing his arms around your body. “It was just a dream,” he murmurs, holding you tighter, his eyes beginning to mist.

You’re confused, but you allow yourself to smile. “Yeah, don’t worry. You’re awake now, so there’s no need to be scared.” Clearing your throat, you fidget with your fingers.

“Do you mind telling me what you dreamt about?” Scaramouche frowns, the nightmare haunting his mind.

“I’d rather not say, but I…” He stares down in contemplation. “Do you love me?”

You step back in surprise at his impromptu question, wondering what he dreamt about exactly. Without any hesitation, you give him your genuine answer. “Of course. I love you a lot, Scaramouche.”

His features soften in response and he rests the side of his face against your shoulder blade, a finger toying with your hair. “You mean it, right? You can’t take back your words or I’ll get mad.”

You chuckle mirthfully and nod. “Yep! I do, so very much!” Before he can utter out another word, you kiss his cheek tenderly, shortly. It lasts for a solid good minute, yet he already craves to feel your lips once more as you pull apart. “Do you believe me now?”

Scaramouche lifts his hand up to his cheek immediately, then a teasing grin reveals itself. “You’re such a fool.” He grumbles under his breath as you hug him again.

“But you’re my fool.”