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↬Warnings: No warnings, he's just a silly boy I promise.
↬ Gender Neutral!Reader, second person narration, no use of y/n.
↬Author Note: Please let me know if there's some mistakes here cause I wrote that quickly and remember, English is not my first language.
↬Summary: College!AU RE2Leon is clearly interested in you, but let's say he's not the best hiding it... Or doing something about it really.
↬ Word Count: 746 Words
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The first thing you learned about Leon Kennedy was that he was absolute dog water at hiding when he was staring. Not in a creepy way. If anything, the problem seemed to be that he didn't even realize he was doing it.
You noticed it three weeks into the semester during a criminal psychology lecture. The professor had spent nearly an hour discussing behavioral profiling while most of the class fought to stay awake and paying attention to whatever came out of the mouth of the old man. You had been focused on copying down notes when an odd feeling made you glance across the room. You know the feeling, that sensation of being watched, it was hard to miss after all. And once you turned around a little you saw him.
Leon was looking directly at you.
The moment your eyes met, he nearly dropped his pen, the tip of his ears already turning a cute shade of pink. You looked away immediately, assuming it was an accident.
But then it happened again the following week. And again after that... Aaand again.
By the fifth occurrence, you had begun to suspect that either Leon Kennedy had the worst luck imaginable or he was developing a very specific staring problem. And of course today appeared to be no exception to it.
The lecture hall buzzed with quiet conversations as students filtered inside. You settled into your usual seat near the middle of the room, not far enough to make you lose focus and not close enough to seem too eager to learn and engage with the lecture, then pulled out your notebook. A few moments later, someone slid into the chair beside you.
You didn't need to look up to know who it was. "Hey." Leon sounded adorably nervous for someone saying a single word.
You turned toward him. "Hi."
His blond hair was slightly messy, as though he'd spent the morning running his hands through it over and over again. Judging by the dark circles beneath his eyes, he had probably slept less than four hours, still he didn't look extreme exhausted, just the usual for students knowing exams were close.
"Rough night?" you asked.
Leon let out a laugh. "You have no idea."
"Studying?" You smiled.
"Trying to."
"Trying?"
His expression shifted into something that looked remarkably like embarrassment. "I get distracted sometimes."
You smiled. "By what?"
For a second, Leon looked like he regretted starting this conversation, he looked away like a scolded puppy when the professor entered the room, saving him from having to answer.
You were almost disappointed.
The lecture began, and for the next hour you focused on taking notes. Every now and then, however, you caught Leon glancing in your direction before quickly pretending to be interested in whatever was written on the projector screen.
So his acting skills were also dog water, noted. By the end of class, your curiosity had finally won.
As students gathered their belongings, you turned toward him.
"So."
Leon blinked. "So?"
"You keep looking at me."
His entire body froze, again, he started to get pink in the ears. The reaction alone was answer enough.
"No. I don't."
"Yes ou do."
"Nuh uh."
"Fuck you mean nuh uh? Yuh huh."
The cute flush crept across his face now. For someone studying law enforcement, he was surprisingly bad at interrogation.
You folded your arms. Leon looked toward the ceiling as though searching for divine intervention. But no intervention arrived.
Eventually, he sighed. "Fine."
"Fine?"
"I do look at you."
You waited for a while, almost wanting to laugh at his lack of elaboration. "That's it?" you asked.
Leon groaned. "What do you want me to say?"
"I don't know, something? Anything"
For a moment, he simply stared at you. Then, with the expression of a man willingly walking into his own execution, he admitted something quietly. "I think you're cute."
The words landed between you. Soon Leon looked horrified by his own confession.
You, meanwhile, were trying very hard not to smile. "See?That wasn't so difficult."
"It was actually one of the hardest things I've ever done."
"Really?"
"Absolutely."
You gathered your notebook and stood. "Good thing you survived, good job Leon."
As you started toward the door, you heard him laugh behind you, a second later, footsteps hurried to catch up. Neither of you mentioned the confession again. But when Leon fell into step beside you and neither of you made any effort to separate at all, it felt like the beginning of a history.
more scara/ Xiao content pretty please (modern fic? comfort)
I'm so damn sorry it took me so long, phone almost died and I have no other way of using Tumblr but hey, I'm back and I can finally put the things I wrote down on a notebook here. I didn't publish one or two but four little fics for you, you can find them in my profile now, thank you so much for waiting and I'm sorry it took this long <3
↬ Gender Neutral!Reader, second person narration, no use of y/n.
↬Author Note: Another comfort fic, Xiao is so fun to write and I love him.
↬Summary: You've been feeling a bit down but luckily he's here for you.
↬ Word Count: 921 Words
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The movie had ended almost twenty minutes ago but neither of you had bothered to turn off the TV. The credits had long since disappeared, replaced by some autoplaying documentary neither of you were watching.
Rain tapped softly against the apartment windows, the room was dim except for the glow of a floor lamp in the corner.
You sat curled beneath a blanket on the couch, exhausted from a week that seemed determined to wear you down. Your head rested against the cushion, eyes half-closed.
Across from you, Xiao was reading something on his phone or maybe he was pretending to, you'd never knew when it comes to him. Every few minutes, his gaze drifted toward you, maybe wanting to say something? Maybe checking? Making sure of whatever was going on his head. "You keep staring."
His eyes immediately returned to the screen. "I wasn't."
"You were."
Xiao then looked into your eyes, not accepting defeat but offering an explanation. "I was checking if you fell asleep."
You huffed a laugh. "That's still staring."
Xiao looked mildly offended by the accusation, after all why would he need to do that? Well, that's what you wanted to figure out. For a moment, neither of you spoke.
The rain continued outside and thanks to it the apartment felt strangely warm and safe. Your eyelids grew heavier and soon you were yawning. Without much thinking, you shifted closer to him, enough for your shoulder to brush against his arm.
Neither of you moved, and even when he tensed a little at first he relaxed some seconds later. With the tension leaving his shoulders his attention returned to the phone.
The silent permission made warmth bloom in your chest, so you stayed there.
A few minutes later, your head began to droop. You caught yourself before fully nodding off.
Then again.
And again.
Each time earning a tiny glance from Xiao. "This is ridiculous." He muttered after sighing.
"What exactly?"
"You."
Your brow furrowed "Hey! No need to be mean."
He rolled his eyes at that's leaning a little closer to you. "You can barely stay awake."
You considered arguing for the sake of it but you knew he was right. Still, before you could think of a response, Xiao carefully set his phone aside.
The movement caught your attention, blinking sleepily a bit. "What are you doing?"
Instead of answering, he adjusted one of the couch cushions and then he looked at you with what could only be described as a faint hesitation across his face. He was debating something.
"You'll wake up with a sore neck if you stay like that."
The implication took a second to register. "Oh."
Neither of you seemed entirely prepared for this kind of proximity and it was obvious as Xiao looked away first. "You don't have to, Xiao."
"I know." Silence. "But... Can I come closer?"
His ears turned slightly red. You chuckled. "Yes, yes of course you can."
Carefully, you shifted, resting your head against his shoulder felt strangely natural it felt like settling into a place you hadn't realized was waiting for you. You could feel the warmth radiating through his sweater. Xiao became completely still, not really tense like before but rather in a really conscious way
For a while, neither of you said anything, it was left to the rain the duty of filling the silence. Gradually, your muscles began to loosen, the constant pressure in your chest eased.
The endless thoughts that had followed you all week started to quiet.
"You seem tired."His voice was soft.
"I am."
"You haven't been sleeping."
You groaned. "You're seeing things."
"I am seeing things. The right things. I have eyes and I can see your lack of sleep from here ."
A reluctant smile tugged at your mouth. "You're so stubborn."
The conversation faded again and soon your breathing slowed. Without realizing it, you leaned slightly closer causing the blanket to shift. A cool draft slipped through the gap making you groan but before you could adjust it, Xiao reached over and pulled the blanket higher around your shoulders.
The gesture was quick, like he hadn't even thought about doing it. You stated at him with sleepy amusement as his expression immediately became guarded. "What?"
"Nothing."
He sighs. "You are looking at me."
"You tucked me in."
"I adjusted the blanket." He corrected.
"You tucked me innn."
His gaze narrowed as you smiled. A few seconds later, you felt something lightly bump against your head. This time it was Xiao's index finger, not hard enough to hurt but just enough to express his annoyance which instead made you smile more.
The sound that escaped him was somewhere between a sigh and a surrender.
Ridiculously fond. Though he'd never admit it.
The apartment fell quiet once more and this time your eyes drifted shut, there was no point in fighting it. But just before sleep claimed you completely, you felt a slight shift beside you.
Then a gentle weight settled across your shoulders, his arm pulling you a little bit closer, his head resting on top of yours. It felt cautious, as if he was giving you every opportunity to move away if you wanted.
You didn't, obviously, and with that his hold tightened by the smallest amount, it felt steady and protective, it felt safe.
When you finally fell asleep, the last thing you heard was his voice, low enough that he probably thought you wouldn't remember it. "Rest easy." Then, softer he said. "I'll be here when you wake up."
↬ Gender Neutral!Reader, second person narration, no use of y/n
↬Author Note: I realized reader falls asleep most of the time, is this me projecting myself? Talking about feelings is exhausting.
↬Summary: Sometimes dealing with emotions and problems is a lot.
↬ Word Count: 1,023 Words
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"You've been staring at that wall for twenty minutes." You blinked, his voice pulling you out of your trance.
The wall in question was, unfortunately, exactly where your eyes had been fixed. Across the room, Scaramouche sat sprawled in an armchair with a book of some kind balanced on one knee.
"I wasn't."
"You're doing it again actually."
You immediately looked somewhere else and he snorted at that. "So subtle."
You pulled a pillow closer to your chest and buried part of your face in it. The apartment was quiet except for the occasional sound of rain against the windows. Normally, you enjoyed rainy days but it seemed like it was imposible right now, today everything felt heavy.
It was that kind of day where even existing seemed to require more effort than usual, Scaramouche had noticed almost immediately, not that he'd said anything.
At least not directly.
Instead he'd appeared at your apartment with takeout, criticized your choice of television shows, your outfit and it he felt like it maybe the decor of the room too, and also refused to leave.
You knew him well enough to recognize that as concern, or at least his peculiar way of showing concern, even if he would rather jump off a building than call it that. "You look miserable you know?"
"There it is." You smiled.
He made a face and tilted his head to the side, confused. "There is what?"
"The emotional support."
He looked horrified. "I am not emotionally supporting you."
"Sure."
He crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. "I'm insulting you, that's what you call emotional support? Did you also considered your bully a therapist or something?"
The pillow hit him before you could stop yourself. Scaramouche caught it one-handed, laughing. "You have the same ability to throw as a dying houseplant!"
A laugh escaped you, a small laugh but finally a laugh after all, annd with that his expression immediately softened. Only for a second.
You almost missed it.
Almost.
The room fell quiet again, and then he closed his book, inevitably getting your attention with that. Scaramouche rarely stopped reading for anyone. "You... Wanna talk about it?"
The question sounded awkward, like he'd dragged it out of himself against his will and that made you stare, something that made him immediately looked irritated.
"Don't make that face."
You frowned with confusion. "What face exactly?"
"That surprised face."
"You asked if I wanted to talk."
"So?"
You give him a lazy smile. "You voluntarily asked about my feelings."
"I can leave right now, you know?"
You laughed again, a little stronger this time. It made his mouth twitch, a small smirk.
Some moments later the laugh died and you looked down at your hands as the amusement also faded. "It's just been a rough week." Scaramouche didn't interrupt. "Everything feels overwhelming." Still nothing. "I know it'll pass eventually. I just... I'm tired."
The confession lingered between you for once, he didn't answer with sarcasm but instead, he stood.
You watched him suspiciously. "Where are you going?"
"Move." He said.
"What?"
"Move." He repeated with a little less patience.
"You aren't explaining anything."
He rolled his eyes at that. "Yeah yeah you'll survive."
Despite your complaints, you shifted slightly across the couch. Scaramouche sat beside you, the couch dipped beneath his weight.
"You know." He said, staring straight ahead, "You're allowed to stop carrying everything by yourself."
You looked over. His expression remained fixed on the opposite wall, very intentionally not looking at you.
"You say that like it's easy."
He shakes his head a little. "I didn't say it was easy." The answer came quietly. "I said you're allowed."
Something in your chest tightened, the room suddenly felt too warm. Scaramouche noticed immediately, of course he did.His awareness of people was irritatingly sharp.
Without warning, he grabbed the blanket from the armrest and threw it over both of you.
The blanket landed mostly on your head. "Ow."
"You're welcome."
"Fuck you mean you're welcome, you literally attacked me."
"You seemed cold."
You look away. "I wasn't."
"You were." Scaramouche looked entirely too pleased with himself.
"Well it's cold so anyway... Still, you hit me with it, be a little more delicate next time."
He smirked with amusement. "You know that's not my style."
You sighed. "You know what, fair, I know you."
Eventually you settled back into the couch, the blanket remained where it was. The warmth helped more than you first though it would and his presence helped even more.
Though you'd never admit that out loud, you know he'd never let you hear the end of it if you did.
As time passed and the rain continued outside the exhaustion pressing against your body slowly began to loosen.At some point your head started drifting sideways.
You caught yourself and drifted again. The third time, you felt a hand lightly tap the top of your head. "Just sleep." The words were gruff, almost annoyed, but you knew he was putting up an act.
You smiled sleepily. "What if I drool on you?"
His face immediately twisted in disgust. "Drool on me and I'll leave you on the roof."
"How caring." You said with awe.
"Just go to sleep before I regret letting you use me as a glorified pillow, 'kay?"
"But now I can't."
"You're insufferable."
With that you smile and let your eyes close, a few minutes later, your head finally tipped onto his shoulder.
You expected a complaint or maybe a sarcastic remark but nothing happened. When you cautiously peeked one eye open, Scaramouche was staring out the window.
Pretending not to notice, at least not to notice so hard that it became obvious, you smiled to yourself.
His ears turned slightly red. "Don't."
"Don't what?"
"Whatever you're thinking. I can tell you're not thinking anything good." The smile only widened, Scaramouche groaned but he didn't move away. " Sleep before I knock you out myself."
His arm wrapped behind your back, pressing you a little more into him. He smelled good, it was actually a soothing scent that finally pulled you into sleep.
Buy me a coffee?
And long after you fell asleep, he stayed exactly where he was.
↬ Gender Neutral!Reader, second person narration, no use of y/n.
↬Author Note: I really love him, he's so fun to write.
↬Summary: Xiao is worried about you, please let him take care of you.
↬ Word Count: 850 Words
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The city was quieter after midnight. Never silent but quiet enough to seem like it.
The rain had finally stopped, leaving the streets slick with reflected neon and scattered puddles that caught the glow of streetlamps. The café across the street had closed an hour ago. Most people had already gone home.
You hadn't. Neither had Xiao.
He sat across from you on the rooftop of your apartment building, one knee drawn up, gaze fixed somewhere beyond the skyline. A paper bag from the convenience store rested neatly between the two of you, untouched except for the bottled tea he'd pushed toward you earlier.
"You should eat." His voice broke through the comfortable silence.
You stared at the city lights. What a peaceful night. "Not hungry."
"You said the same thing three hours ago."
"I know."
Another pause followed. Xiao never filled silence just for the sake of filling it. Most people found it awkward. Somehow, with him, it never felt that way.
The wind brushed against your face. "I'm tired." You admitted.
Xiao's eyes shifted toward you. He knew what you meant you weren't tired, not physically tired at least. It was more of the other kind of tired. The kind that settled somewhere behind your ribs and made everything feel heavier than it should.
You laughed weakly. "Sorry. I know I've been complaining all week."
"You haven't."
"I have."
"I said you haven't." His answer came immediately, firm and certain. You looked over.
His expression hadn't changed, but there was something unusually focused in his gaze. "You tell me what's wrong." He said simply. "That's different."
The knot in your throat tightened unexpectedly. Most people always seemed eager to solve your problems. They offered advice before listening. Encouragement before understanding.
Xiao never did and you don't know if it's cause he can't do it or if he doesn't want to, whatever it is you're grateful that he simply stayed.
Even though he probably had better things to do than sit on a rooftop with someone who felt like they were falling apart.
"I just..." You rubbed your eyes. "I feel like I'm messing everything up lately." The words spilled out before you could stop them. "Work. Friends. Family. Everything." The city blurred slightly. "I keep trying and it never feels like enough."
For a moment, the only sound was distant traffic. Then Xiao shifted just a little closer, barely enough to be noticeable, but enough for your shoulders to almost touch.
His golden gaze remained fixed on the skyline. "You think too much. Always."
You laughed through your exhaustion. "Thanks."
"I'm serious."
"I know."
"You treat every mistake like proof that you've failed." You blinked. Xiao wasn't usually this direct. "You remember everything that goes wrong." His voice softened. "You ignore everything that goes right."
And it hurt a little, not cause he wanted it to hurt, but because he was actually right. You lowered your head and sighed. "What if I really am failing, though?"
The question came out smaller than intended. For several seconds, Xiao didn't answer, maybe he didn't know what to say? You were used to how he "didn't understand people" at least that's what everyone agreed to conclude.
When he finally spoke, his voice was quiet. "Then you would get back up. You fail? You try again."
You looked at him to see how his eyes reflected the city lights. "People fail, you know? It's normal, expected even." A slight frown crossed his face. "You act as though you're the only one not allowed to make mistakes."
Something warm and painful twisted in your chest. "Xiao, that's not what I think."
The corner of his mouth twitched faintly. "Yes it is. You're just kinder to everyone else than you are to yourself."
The rooftop fell silent again.
It felt like breathing after holding your breath too long, you know, maybe he was right... Eventually, Xiao reached into the convenience store bag.
Without looking at you, he held out a warm pastry. "You should eat."
You stared at it and then stared at him. A tiny smile appeared despite everything. "You're really not giving up on that."
"No." The answer was immediate, you knew he wasn't only talking about the food. "Never will."
For reasons you couldn't explain, your eyes stung. Xiao noticed, of course he noticed. He always noticed when it was about you, even if he pretended so hard that he didn't. He kept holding out the pastry, giving you the choice to take it or not. The same way he'd been here all night, not demanding explanations or asking you to be okay, trying to cheer you up with kind words. Instead he stayed.
You accepted the pastry. "Stubborn."
His shoulders relaxed almost imperceptibly, for him that was a small victory. The kind nobody else would notice, they didn't care. But Xiao did.
And somehow, that made the weight on your chest feel a little lighter. The city continued to glow beneath the night sky.
For the first time all week, you didn't feel like you had to carry everything alone and maybe you weren't so lonely after all.
↬Warnings: No warnings, just fluff and a sickfic comfort.
↬ Gender Neutral!Reader, second person narration, no use of y/n.
↬Author Note: I didn't know I liked sickfics so much, that was good.
↬Summary: You're sick so he's here to annoy you, maybe take care of you?
↬ Word Count: 1,294 Words
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The first sign something was wrong should have been the fact that you slept through six alarms, the second sign was waking up feeling like you'd been hit by a truck.
Every joint ached. Your head felt like it was stuffed with cotton and even opening your eyes seemed like unnecessary effort.
You groaned and rolled over, immediately regretted it and the room spun. You buried your face back into the pillow feeling a terrible pain. The pillow was too warm. Everything was too warm.
After several minutes of contemplating whether you could simply cease to exist until the illness passed, your phone buzzed.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
You squinted at the screen. Scaramouche. "Are you dead? You missed class."
'If you're ignoring me, at least be creative about it."
You stared at the messages, then typed with all the strength of a fallen warrior.
"sick"
The reply arrived instantly. "That's not even a full sentence."
"dying"
"You're so dramatic"
"come inherit my things"
"Keep typing like that and I'll sell them."
Despite your misery, a weak laugh escaped you, some moments later your phone rang, it hurt to listen to the loud song it played so you immediately answered.
"What do you need?"
"Damn you were right, you sound like shit."
"What a nice thing to say to someone on their deathbed."
"You have a cold." He assumed.
"You don't know that."
"You literally sound like you're speaking through wet cement." He was rude, pretty accurate but still rude about it. A sigh crackled through the phone. "Did you eat?"
"..."
"That answers my question."
"I'm sleeping."
"That's not eating, you need to eat or you'll get worse, dumbass."
"I know."
Another sigh. A very dangerous sigh. One that suggested he was about to make your life difficult. "Stay where you are, 'kay?"
"Where else would I go?"
And when the line disconnected you stared at the phone. Then at the ceiling and soon you fell asleep again.
The next thing you heard was aggressive knocking, it woke you up so fast you couldn't help but jump, a little startled, immediately wished you didn't. Everything hurt.
The knocking continued. "Open the damn door. Or is it that you're already dead?"
You shuffled across the apartment wrapped in a blanket like a disgruntled ghost. The moment the door opened, he frowned. "Wow."
"Hello to you too."
"You look terrible." He smiled.
"You're really committed to this."
He ignored you and stepped inside, a plastic bag hung from both of his hands. You blinked once, twice, and the stared at him with suspicion and confusion. "What's all that by the way?"
"Supplies." He refused to elaborate as he made his way into the small place.
"Supplies?" You tilted your head just a little to the side.
"You've clearly forgotten how to function." Before you could argue, he pressed the back of his hand against your forehead.
The gesture was so unexpected that your brain stopped working for a second. Scaramouche noticed immediately, which made his expression became alarmed, you had a really bad fever after all.
He withdrew his hand as though burned. "You have a temperature."
You smiled. His eyes narrowed. "Don't do that."
"Don't do exactly what?" You kept smiling.
He huffed. "Whatever expression that is."
"It's called a smile."
"It was suspicious." You laughed, which turned into a coughing fit.
Scaramouche's annoyance disappeared instantly as his hand landed between your shoulder blades. The concern on his face appeared before he could hide it.
The moment you noticed, he scowled. "There. That's exactly why I don't do nice things."
"You worry about me."
"No."
"You just carried medicine across town and you bought soup and you're also holding cough drops."
"A series of unfortunate events, well, fortunate for you, you look like shit after all, whatever I do will help you in that state" You laughed again and that made Scaramouche looked offended, as though your amusement was personally attacking him.
"Sit down." He groaned and you obediently obeyed.
Mostly because standing for just a minute more felt impossible and partly because it was entertaining watching him pretend to be annoyed while taking care of you.
Within minutes he had taken over your apartment. Soup appeared, water too, medicine appeared and event an extra blanket appeared.
You had no idea where he found it but at this point you couldn't really care if he went through your stuff, you were too sick to care. The bed had became a small recovery station.
Scaramouche sat nearby, pretending to scroll through his phone but you could feel him staring from time to time as you drank the soup, making sure you were okay.
"You look like you're about to pass out." He pointed out, his brow furrowed with worry.
"I am about to pass out." You settled deeper into the cushions.
The fever made everything feel distant and hazy, your eyelids grew heavy and the room blurred. "You should go home."
The words slipped out quietly, Scaramouche glanced up. "No."
"You don't have to stay."
His expression immediately hardened, not in an angry way, but more like something else, something more vulnerable "As if I'm leaving you alone like this."
The answer came so fast it surprised both of you.
Silence followed.
Scaramouche looked away first, you smiled faintly. "Aww, you're that worried?"
"Shut up."
"You sound like a disappointed parent."
"You should be grateful." He sat down next to you, looking down. "Finish that soup, okay? And then you can go back to sleep. But don't sleep on your right side or you'll wake up with a stomachache too."
He fixed the blanket covering your back and shoulders as he spoke, the gesture felt oddly comforting coming from him. Who would've known he was actually good at taking care of sick people.
The fever made it difficult to think and even more difficult to stay awake, he sighed and took away the bowl of soup, holding the spoon out full of soup for you. "Open up."
This time you didn't really had the energy to say something about it, you let him feed you the soup until the bowl was empty, he nodded, satisfied. The sight of him being so worried made your chest feel warm for reasons that had nothing to do with the fever.
Sleep tugged at the edges of your consciousness, he guided you to lay down comfortably, adjusting your pillows and the blankets for you. If you were to tease him right now you wonder if he'd hit you with one of the pillows he so carefully moved to make sure you were comfortable.
He stood up, going into the bathroom and coming back with a small wet towel, putting it over your forehead. The cold immediately felt good, it made your head feel less like it was gonna suddenly explode.
"Now sleep, I'll be here."
You smiled just a little. "Thank you... For everything, really."
He shook his head. "Nonsense, you need to thank me."
"You always do a lot for me." You closed your eyes before saying something with a small voice. "Makes me feel bad."
He didn't say a thing immediately, but rather just before the sleep claimed you completely. You heard him mutter something. "Idiot." The insult lacked any real bite.
A hand briefly adjusted the blanket around your shoulders, he was being so careful and gentle, as if you were fragile cause the reality is that right now maybe you were
"Get better soon, please." The words were barely above a whisper.
If you mentioned hearing them later, he'd deny it immediately and if you were healed he'd probably smack you with the pillow, but as you drifted off to sleep, you thought that maybe you didn't need him to admit it.
↬Warnings: No warnings, just some sweet fluff as usual.
↬ Gender Neutral!Reader, they/them pronouns, second person narration, no use of Y/N.
↬Author Note: RE2 Leon is such a sweetheart and I kinda want to write something for every Leon, but should I? I'm sad I don't see much fluff with Leon (honestly I need to look more into it cause all I saw was smut and I didn't go much deeper), he's so lovely, I wish people would write more fluff so here's my contribution to it!
↬Summary: RE2 Leon is in love, what else can I say.
↬ Word Count: 500 words
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Leon Kennedy doesn't try to hide the fact that he loves you. He always looks at you with wonder and adoration in his eyes. He kisses every inch of you, trying to prove (mostly to himself) that he's real, that he's here, that you two are together and that he loves you.
And even though he's hesitant, he'd always get worried that he'll go too far and that you'll look at him with less affection in your eyes for being so clingy. Please take care of him, deep down he's a bit of an insecure man.
At night, he’ll curl up next to you and cling to you, terrified of waking up without the feeling of your body against his. He also writes down a lot of stuff about you in a small notebook where he usually keeps important notes.
"My love likes to help others; seeing them run back and forth to look after everyone brings something inside me to life"
"Also carries more responsibilities than they should; they're so kind, so attentive"
"My love likes to listen to me talk about whatever I have to say, and when they kiss me, those lips are so sweet I wish I didn't have to stop kissing them"
Leon Kennedy is obsessed with you, obsessed with how you feel when you’re in his arms, like the most precious thing he’s ever touched. To him, you taste like honey. You smell like the last time he remembers being happy; he loves you more than he’s ever loved anyone in his entire life.
"I will love you until you are ready to love. And then, I will love you more, and I will never stop loving you. As long as you live on in my memories, I will not be able to love anyone else. No one else. And if the day comes when you leave, take me with you, cause I cannot exist in a world without you"
"Leon? What's wrong?" You whisper in the silent room as Leon takes your hand in his and lifts it up, staring at it intently.
"Nothing." He says quickly, a light pink blush spreading across his cheeks and nose. "I was just comparing our hands. I like your hands."
You hum, watching his reaction as he turns your hand to one side, before turning his to the other side and gently holding yours; his tired eyes shine brightly as he whispers. "Look, we're holding hands." A smile as bright as his eyes he looks so peaceful like this.
You look down at your hands now intertwined. "You're so clingy when you're sleepy, you know?" He only whines at that.
You smile at the tenderness this brings you, and let your hands fall between the two of you. His grip remains gentle yet firm. He’ll never let you go, and he knows you wouldn’t let him go either, even when he feels insecure. It was a kind of silent pact, something only the two of you and your love could understand.
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↬Warnings: The protagonist has depression and it's clear, if this is sensitive for you please don't read it, go take care of yourself, maybe look if I have something else that could interest you but please take care.
↬ Gender Neutral!Reader, first person narration. No use of Y/N.
↬Author Note: Needed to write something with Xiao, I just find so much comfort in his character. If you have the time please read the note at the end, I'd greatly appreciate it thank you <3
↬Summary: The reader is going through a bad time, bad thoughts are taking over their mind, but Xiao appears to offer some comfort.
↬ Word Count: 790 words
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I felt bad. It was an unbearable feeling. I wanted to run away. I just didn't have the energy to keep going, what was the purpose of all of this? Anyone else in the world could have this life; I wouldn't mind living a different one at all. I wanted to end it all, I kept spiraling in an endless void of dark thoughts over and over again. But I didn't do it, again, I managed to resist the urges of leaving this world by my own hands. Instead I went to the Wangshu Inn's balcony to calm myself down.
While I was there, I felt a strong urge to call Xiao. I wanted to see him, talk to him, have him by my side. However, I’ve never allowed myself to have that kind of selfish thing, I allowed myself to think about it but I never acted, I never did something about it.
Ever since I was little, I’d been told that it was wrong to bother others and be inconsiderate. I’d always had low self-esteem and felt like I was a burden to everyone, and this situation was no exception. So, just as I was about to call him, I changed my mind and decided instead to keep crying in silence without bothering anyone.
I was huddled in a corner, hugging myself and hiding my face in my legs. My arms went numb with the cold after a while, how long did I spend there? I almost feel asleep but then I realized there was someone else there when I heard footsteps. Startled, I looked up at whoever was approaching, only to find a pair of beautiful golden eyes staring intently at me. "Why didn’t you call me?" Xiao asked, crouching down in front of me.
Seeing him standing there in front of me made me burst into tears again. I’d been carrying so much for so long… but I couldn’t take it anymore. I didn’t have the strength to endure everything that was happening. I wanted it to end.
I wanted everything to end.
Even though Xiao didn’t really understand humans or even humanity, he had always tried his best to understand me, so I noticed a look of concern on his face when he saw me crying so inconsolably.
I buried my head in my legs again, but this time I felt his hand on my head; he began to stroke my hair slowly, even soothingly. I was so taken aback that I froze for just a moment. An occasional sob escaped my lips from time to time, and I was also shaking a little from crying, but he stayed there with me, stroking my head. "It’s okay, everything will be okay." He said after a while.
And I believed him, the way he said it was so unlike him but it was the thing I needed.
I lifted my head to look at him and was even more surprised when he began to gently wipe away my tears. I tried to say something several times, but my words caught in my throat, and all that came out of my mouth was his name, along with a few sobs and stammers. Even so, he gently stroked my cheeks. It was a strange sensation; he was wearing gloves, but I could almost feel the warmth of his skin beneath them.
"Come here," he said, standing up. He took my hand and helped me up, but I couldn't hold back any longer and clung to him.
"I-I'm sorry..."
Xiao shook his head after a few seconds; he must have been surprised. "It’s okay. Is... is there anything I can do for you?"
"Just stay like this."
"I suppose I can do that."
Xiao didn't really understand human emotions, but he tried so hard to understand me and I appreciated that. That day, I needed him more than anyone else in the world...
We stayed together a little longer, but then it got really late and it was freezing outside. Xiao walked me to my room and made sure I was cozy under my blankets.
"You should go. I’m sure you have things to do, and I’m wasting your time. I’m so sorry."
He walked closer to lay down beside me. "No, I’ll stay until you fall asleep. Otherwise, you won’t sleep at all, and you wouldn’t call me anyway, so I’d rather make sure."
I smiled and hugged him, leaning in a little to kiss his forehead. The moonlight let me see that he was surprised, and his cheeks turned slightly pink. He hugged me back and closed his eyes. He grunted. "Go to sleep before I regret this."
↬Warnings: None, just some fluff to go back to writing yay.
↬ Gender Neutral!Reader, second person narration. No use of Y/N.
↬Author Note: If you have the time please read the note at the end, I'd greatly appreciate it thank you <3
↬Summary: After a long day the Fire Lord comes back exhausted, so his kind spouse helps him relax with a nice bath.
↬ Word Count: 848 words
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The palace had finally gone quiet. The last advisor had left hours ago, the petitions had been heard, and the endless stack of documents waiting for the Fire Lord's seal had been reduced to a decent and manageable pile. Even so, when Zuko stepped into your shared chambers, he just looked so exhausted.
You noticed it immediately, of course. That's what a kind marriage does, it makes you slowly learn how to perfectly read each other. And it wasn't like Zuko was good at hiding things from you. The stiffness in his shoulders. The slight furrow between his brows. The way he rolled his neck as though trying to shake off the weight of the entire fire nation.
"Long day?" you asked softly.
Zuko let out a tired huff that might have been a poor attempt at laughter. "You have no idea."
You crossed the room and reached for his hands. His fingers were warm, calloused from years of swordsmanship despite the apparently quiet royal life he now lived. "Then come with me."
His only dark eyebrow lifted. "You're planning something, love? Should I be worried?"
"Only if you've suddenly developed a fear of a bathtub filled with warm water, some incense and wine."
A genuine smile appeared then, small but real. "Impossible."
The bath had already been prepared, you knew it was gonna be a stressful day after all. Steam curled through the air, carrying the scent of jasmine and cedarwood. Golden lantern light danced across the water's surface.
For a moment, Zuko simply stared at it, then his shoulders visibly relaxed.
You helped him untie the elaborate layers of his Fire Lord robes. Piece by piece, the symbols of his office fell away until there was nothing left but the man beneath them. Your man, your husband. Not the Fire Lord, just Zuko.
He sank into the bath with an audible sigh. "Spirits," he muttered. "I needed this."
You sat beside the tub, dipping a cloth into the warm water. "Lean back for me, please."
A look of contentment crossed his face as you gently wiped away the dust and sweat from the day. The tension slowly melted from his muscles beneath your touch.
Neither of you spoke for a while, sometimes when you're with the right person no silence can feel uncomfortable, it's a peaceful sensation, a way of love that's not loud. The kind of silence that came from knowing someone completely.
Eventually, Zuko opened one eye. "You know," he said, "when I was younger, I used to think becoming the Fire Lord would solve everything."
You hummed thoughtfully. "And so?"
A dry laugh escaped him. "And it turns out ruling a nation is a lot of work. An awful lot."
You smiled. "No way. Who could have predicted that?"
"Not me." The corner of his mouth twitched upward.
You reached up and brushed some of the damp hair away from his face. Even after all these years, your heart softened whenever he looked at you like that. Like you were a deity and he were the most devoted follower. Like you were the cure for all the world's ills. Like you were home.
His golden eyes silently followed the movements of your hands as you worked. "What's wrong?" you asked.
"Nothing in particular."
"Zuko."
His smile deepened. "I was just thinking."
"Dangerous."
"Very dangerous indeed, love." You snorted, and he laughed quietly.
The sound warmed you more than the steam filling the room. After a moment, his expression softened, he smiled to himself. "I don't say it enough you know?"
You paused. "Say what exactly?"
His hand emerged from the water, reaching for yours. "Thank you. For always making sure I remember I'm more than just my title."
His thumb brushed over your knuckles before pressing a gentle kiss to them. "For taking care of me too. Thank you."
The sincerity in his voice made your chest ache. You squeezed his hand with a smile. "Oh come on. That's what partners do, you shouldn't thank me. I'm glad I get to be the one doing this."
For a minute, neither of you moved. Zuko seemed to admire your features quietly, seeing the way the reflection of the flames danced on your skin. Then he gently tugged your hand, encouraging you closer. When you leaned down, he pressed a kiss against your forehead.
"Thank you."
When he pulled back, there was no trace of the weary Fire Lord who had entered the room, it was your husband, looking lighter than he had all day.
And as the lanterns flickered around you and the world beyond your chambers faded away, you couldn't help thinking that this was your favorite version of him.
Was it your favorite because only you had the privilege of being able to see it? Probably, but also it was your favorite cause it gave you a feeling of peace you couldn't find anywhere else.
"So, are you going to get in the tub or do I have to put you in myself?"
"Zuko!"
He smirked mischievously. "I'm just saying I would love some company, wouldn't you be so kind to join me?"
Hi, if you had a minute I'd like to talk about some important stuff for me.
I have a disability thanks to the aftereffects that Guillain-Barré syndrome left me with and I wear leg braces on both legs to help me walk, I'm currently unemployed and I'm pretty sure I'm not getting a job anytime soon, I have no experience working and knowing it's already hard for someone functional to get a decent job I don't have many hopes for me knowing I have trouble walking, standing for long periods of time and sometimes I'm not able to get out of bed cause my body or more specifically my legs just won't work. One of my leg braces broke a year, almost two ago. I had been saving for quite some time with an informal job, and I had to pay for it myself cause I don't have insurance, all fixed luckily but they're giving me problems again.
Since the two are different now, I would like to be able to get a completely new pair, however, it is not within my immediate means, it's not a life-or-death situation, but I would be very grateful if you could help me with anything. I was also wondering if anyone would be interested in writing commissions? I don't know, it doesn't seem right to ask for money and to expect to have it given to me just cause I'm in a bad position. Maybe I could try art commissions? The thing is I'm really slow at it and not sure I'd offer whole drawings but I just wanna know if someone would be interested in it, I don't know. I just appreciate the help!
Also, soon I'll try to start a small business, I'll be trying to make some accessories and bags to sell now that I've finally been able to learn some sewing, I'm excited... But still, I know starts are rough and that's why I put these here so, if you read it all thank you so much. Any input, any tips or recommendations are also greatly appreciated. Even if this doesn't get much noticed I still appreciate the people who take their time to engage with my works, thank you so much ❤️
Here's my Ko-Fi and again thank you for your attention and I hope you'll have a good day <3
Also I'm going back to writing so thanks for your continued support!
↬ Gender Neutral!Reader, they/them pronouns and third person narration (*˘︶˘*).｡*♡
↬Author Note: Maybe a bit OOC? I'm still playing the demo and I'm soooo in love with him, I can't help but write! ( ꈍᴗꈍ)
↬Summary: A routine morning between Sol and you.
↬ Word Count: 740 Words
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Sol hummed softly, fingers brushing against the hard surface of the kitchen counter the only noise filling the otherwise silent home. The smell of coffee lingered in the air, a welcome comfort on the cold winter morning. His movements were kinda methodical, precise like a well-oiled machine and at the same time almost rhythmic, naturally elegant.
He prepared simple scrambled eggs with a little bit of cheese, some bacon on the stove and toasts popping up from the toaster with a funny click.
Coming from the hall, he heard the faint rustling of blankets being tossed aside, followed by a soft groggy voice "Sol?"
"Mhm, just a minute." He said back over his shoulder, cracking an egg with a practiced motion. Sol grinned as he heard the shuffle of footsteps, knowing that the other person was still half asleep and looking so cute.
A few moments later, they appeared in the kitchen doorway. Barefoot, hair still messy from sleep, wrapped in one of Sol’s oversized hoodies and a thick blanket. "Morning." They muttered, voice thick with sleep.
Sol offered them a plate with crispy bacon first. "Good morning pumpkin. Here you go, I made breakfast for us. Your favorite." He said, as if that alone would make everything better.
Their eyes fluttered open a little more, taking the plate, but not without a soft chuckle. "Oh? You always say it is..."
Sol shrugged with a smile. "You're right but it's always your favorite when I make it."
They sat at the small table by the window, the sunlight slanting through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. The air was still crisp outside, but in here, everything felt calm and safe. It was moments like this, when the world was still quiet and the noise of the day hadn’t begun to intrude, that Sol cherished so much.
He moved to set down the scrambled eggs, handing the plate over with a gentle smile. "You’re gonna want the eggs. Trust me."
They took the plate, but instead of immediately diving in, they simply stared at him for a moment, their expression unreadable. Sol didn’t ask what they were thinking. Sometimes it was enough just to be there, and why would he question them? Having their eyes on him was like a blessing, a dream that was finally coming true, it was the most precious gift that life could give him.
"Thanks," they finally said, breaking the silence. It was simple, but in this moment, it felt like everything.
"Of course, pumpkin." Sol settled in at the table across from them, his coffee in hand. He didn’t need to ask how their night had been, or what had been on their mind. The quiet moments spoke louder than words ever could and he didn't need to, he knew them like the back of his hand after all.
They both ate in silence for a while, the occasional clink of silverware and the distant hum of a passing car were the only occasional distractions. Outside, the world continued to move, but in this house, at this table, everything was still, a quiet moment captured in time. And even though they were so accustomed to routine, it was still fascinating for the young man who looked at his partner with such devotion.
Sol watched them for a moment, unable to suppress a smile. "We need to get a smaller table." He said, his tone casual but carrying an undercurrent of something more.
They looked up, blinking slowly. "Smaller? Why?"
"So I can be pressed right against your body, pumpkin." Sol teased with a cheeky smile, making their partner's cheeks turn red.
They sighed. "How can you act so shameless so early in the day?"
"Can't resist to tease you when you look so cute all flustered and shy."
"Shut it."
"Yes, my love."
Argue? No, they never argued. Pumpkin would tell Sol to shut up, and he would obediently do so, a puppy eager to follow any command his owner would give him, taking it without questioning or complaining.
They didn’t say anything for a long while. Instead, they just nodded, a soft understanding passing between them. And in that moment, as they ate breakfast together in the gentle morning light, Sol felt a sense of peace he was getting used to, one that could only come from these simple, domestic moments. The kind that filled the house with more warmth than any elaborate gesture ever could.
↬Warnings: There are mentions of nudity but this is NOT NSFW, Y/N is a killer, mentions of murdering …ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ
↬ Gender Neutral!Reader, they/them pronouns and third person narration (*˘︶˘*).｡*♡
↬Author Note: He's such a green flag, such a sweet boy, I want to give Me. Crawling a big hug. Btw finally posting something that has warnings lmao.
↬Summary: Y/N teaching Mr. Crawling about something basic in the daily routine; a warm bath.
↬ Word Count: 1,435 Words
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"Mr. Crawling please. I promise you it'll be fun! Fun? You like fun?"
Y/N's question was answered with a vigorous shake of the head. "No... Me no like. No like there. Not going."
"Please? Would you do it for me?" Of course they were gonna try to convince him that way, Mr. Crawling couldn't say no to that look after all.
It's been some days since they left that mysterious world. They went back to their usual activities like going to school and killing people, just the usual stuff for a human their age, right? They have been teaching Mr. Crawling about the human world and the routines that generally develop over time, a very important part of the daily routine is cleaning the body but Mr. Crawling was so hesitant to enter the tub, it was filled with warm water and soap, of course it looked comfy but then why was he acting that way?
Mr. Crawling stood firm in his decision. "Not going."
They sighed. "Would you enter if we did it together? Would you agree that way? You, me, together?"
He smiled and nodded, so he was throwing that whole tantrum so he could be with them. They weren't surprised really, he was a clingy being.
They took off their clothes with some hesitation, how would Mr. Crawling react? Would it be a good reaction? Now they were the one hesitating. And he noticed. "You okay?"
"I'm okay, it's just..." They shook their head. "Nothing."
Once the two were without clothes they shivered a little. "I already took a shower today, taking a bath is not necessary for me..." Y/N said to themselves as they stepped into the tub. "Your turn. Come here"
This time Mr. Crawling stepped into the tub without protest, a happy smile on his face. After feeling the temperature, he giggled, he looked happy. "Fun fun." He said, splashing a little of water.
"See? Told you it was fun... But you usually take a shower first, then get in the tub to relax, you know? The problem is that my shower is too small for someone so tall like you... I mean, this tub is also pretty small but I guess it works, not that bad hopefully. I hope you'll enjoy it." Indeed, it wasn't that big of a bathtub so they were pretty close, his cold back pressing against their chest.
He was happily listening to their yapping, not understanding a lot of course, but Mr. Crawling just liked the way they voice sounds when they're speaking to him, it was a sound that made him feel nice and warm inside.
"I'm gonna wash your hair, okay?" Y/N grabbed the bottle of shampoo, Mr. Crawling didn't understand what they meant with that but he was happy to let them take care of him. It made him feel special.
They started to gently massage his scalp, Mr. Crawling tried to eat the foam and bubbles that the shampoo produced but after they told him it wasn't food he felt somewhat disappointed, it smelled so good, how is it not something he cannot eat? "No food?"
"No, it's not food. It doesn't taste as good as it smells."
Mr. Crawling didn't get what Y/N said but he understood that he can't eat that and he was a well behaved boy so he didn't try to eat it again.
They spent a lot of time just washing his hair, making sure the tips and roots were clean, his hair got dirty when he crawled around and they wanted to take care of it for him. "Your hair is so pretty." They whisper softly.
He giggles. "Me pretty?"
"Your hair. Your hair pretty. But you're right Mr. Crawling, you pretty too."
He smiled and giggled, wanting to hug and headpat them but not being able cause of their position, Instead, he just rubbed his head happily against her neck. They took care of cleaning his body as much as possible while teaching him the basics of how to do it himself as well. He was very cheerful, as usual, always giggling and smiling, enjoying the experience, the attention he received and the gentle touches, the nice words and all the spoiling and pampering they gave him. They made him happy.
They started talking after starting to scrub his legs. "Next time I'll try to kill someone with money... Maybe we could put soft carpet on the floors or something... Your knees get bruised cause of your crawling and... I'm sure you don't feel it that much and you heal pretty fast... but I don't like seeing you like that." They gently kisses his temple, Mr. Crawling smiled and giggled happily.
Mr. Crawling He was having the best day of his life, the warmth of the water, Y/N's body heat, the pleasant aromas of the soaps and shampoo, listening to them humming while they took care of him... It was perfect.
But eventually the water turned cold and soon they got out of the tub, they wrapped a towel around their body to help Mr. Crawling dry himself with another towel. He liked that, it was soft and it smelled good. Everything in that room smelled good, it was different from what he was used to in his world.
"So? Did you liked it?" Y/N asked.
"Yes. Me like this." He nodded his head, smiled happily. "Me like you."
"Thank you. I like you too"
It was time for a new lesson; getting dressed. Mr. Crawling wasn't used to clothes and how humans dress, so they got him a new robe and some underwear. He protested a little at first, something so restrictive felt weird at first but once he got used to it he even liked it. His new robe looked a lot like the old one he had, that made him happy cause he really liked that robe.
"Me pretty, me pretty." He repeated over and over again when he saw himself in the mirror.
"Yes, you're pretty. Very very pretty."
He loved their praises, now that they were dressed and out of the tub he could hug them and give them the headpats he wanted. That made them happy too. He was so clingy. It was new to have someone so in awe of even the smallest detail about them, Mr. Crawling was a faithful devotee and Y/N a deity that he would worship for life.
"Let's dry your hair okay? We're done here."
They went back to the room, having Mr. Crawling sitting down on the edge of the bed, they were behind him, dryer in hand ready to take care of that beautiful and silky hair that Mr. Crawling had.
"This is a little loud but it's okay. It won't hurt." They wanted to make sure Mr. Crawling wouldn't freak out cause of the noise the air dryer made. He nodded and Y/N started doing their thing. The hot air felt nice, it took a good amount of time to dry all of his hair but they did it happily, Mr. Crawling felt excited and that was enough of a reason to do it.
"I'm done, what do you think?"
Mr. Crawling grabbed the air dryer and held it in front of his face, the air was moving his hair back, making him giggle. "Fun fun! Me like fun!"
"I know you like fun." They looked at him tenderly, Mr. Crawling was easy to impress, even the smallest detail could make him very excited, it was refreshing to have him by their side. "You know, I wanna braid your hair... Want me to show you something? You'll look pretty, I promise."
He tilted his head to the side but nodded gently, giving them the hair dryer back. They braided his hair gently, once it was done they made him look at the mirror.
They smiled, he was so excited. "You look pretty."
"Me pretty!" He looks at them with a big smile. "Me pretty... Thank you..."
They looked at the clock, it was almost midnight. "I should sleep now, it's getting late."
Mr. Crawling nodded, understanding their need of rest. They lay down together in bed after turning off the lights. He was hugging Y/N as if they were a delicate piece of art made of glass, something he had to protect. "You pretty... Thank you." He said against their neck.
"This could be a part of our routine... I like it, I wanna do it again."
"Again?" He asks happily.
"Yes. Not now! But tomorrow... Again"
He giggles. "Again! Again! Tomorrow again!"
They kiss his forehead. "It's time to sleep for now, okay? Goodnight Mr. Crawling."
↬ Gender Neutral!Reader, they/them pronouns and third person narration (*˘︶˘*).｡*♡
↬Author Note: I'm in love with this man. I need to keep playing so I can know more about the other characters (and hopefully I could write about them) but man, I love Mr. Crawling so much, I just want to write more and more about him, even though I'm a bit rusty lol
↬Summary: Y/N left that mysterious world full of curious entities... But they weren't alone. What was life like living with one of these entities?
↬ Word Count: 1,200 Words
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Y/N had once been a wanderer in a world that wasn't their own; a strange ghostly dimension. Time had little meaning there. It was a place of shadows, whispers, and spectral beings who spoke in a language as foreign as the world itself. Y/N couldn't understand them, and they never seemed to understand Y/N either.
Lost, adrift in a sea of incomprehensible murmurs, at least until Y/N met him. Mr. Crawling had appeared from the dark, like a sliver of the abyss, a scary crawling being but one extremely sweet and caring. He had long hair that cascaded like a waterfall of ink, and, when he wasn't crawling, a tall, lean form that loomed over them like a silent guardian. His voice was strange, in a good way, almost gentle, But there was something about her that they couldn't quite distinguish: it was different. He didn’t speak in words they understood, but his actions were clear, he was there to protect them.
In the beginning, Y/N had been frightened. They didn’t know who or what Mr. Crawling was, only that he moved with an unsettling grace, always following them like a puppy, never leaving their side. But soon, they realized that he wasn’t a threat. He had a need, an overwhelming desire to be close, to offer comfort in a place that was foreign and frightening to Y/N. He was clingy, too clingy at times, always hovering near them, offering small gestures of affection they didn’t understand at first. A headpat here, a gentle nuzzle there, an embrace that felt strangely warm despite his ethereal nature and cold body.
The more time they spent together, the more Y/N realized that Mr. Crawling was different from the other entities in the ghostly world. Where others were distant and cold, he was compassionate and strangely affectionate. He didn’t speak the language of this world, but neither did Y/N. Yet, somehow, they communicated. Through some little words. Through silence. Through touch. Through the small, tender moments they shared in their strange, shared isolation.
It was Mr. Crawling who helped them escape the ghostly world. They had been lost, and he had guided them with soft whispers and a metaphorical hand that never let go, pulling them out of the abyss and back to their world.
Now, the two of them lived in a modest house at the edge of a sleepy town, far from the shadows of the world he'd once known. The house was small but cozy, tucked away beneath the embrace of towering trees and the endless sky. The walls were lined with books, books that Y/N had bought, books that Mr. Crawling didn't quite understand yet, but was fascinated by nonetheless (he especially liked the ones with cute pictures). The furniture was simple, the windows large, letting in sunlight that warmed their new home.
Y/N had found a quiet life for them. They were still adjusting, still processing everything that had happened, but there was peace now. There was a routine. And with that routine, Mr. Crawling adapted too.
At first, Y/N wasn’t sure how to teach him the human language. He didn’t speak it, after all he never needed to, but his curiosity had grown. Sometimes he'd watch them speak, listened intently, and began to mimic the sounds they made. His voice was soft at first, a murmur that seemed foreign, but with every passing day, it grew more confident. Slowly, Y/N began to understand his language too, a delicate, melodic series of his words, his clicks and hums, like a song that had been lost to time.
They both had so much to teach each other.
There were nights when Y/N would sit with him, books open between them, and they would practice together. Y/N would point to objects around the room, saying their names, and Mr. Crawling would repeat them in his hauntingly beautiful tone, he was adorable when he was focused, lips curling slightly as if savoring each new word. His progress was slow, but his dedication was unwavering. And in return, Y/N learned to understand his quiet language, his words of affection, his quiet murmurs of concern when he thought they were upset, his soft sounds that resonated like the wind brushing through the trees.
But it wasn’t just the language they shared, it was the quiet companionship. Mr. Crawling, despite his ghostly form, was very much alive in the ways that mattered. He was there in the mornings, wrapping them in soft, clingy hugs that kept them grounded, pulling them close as if afraid they might slip away. His physical affection was constant, sometimes in a bit of a suffocating way, but in a way that made Y/N feel safe, loved, and never alone. His headpats were his way of saying "I'm here and I love you", his nuzzles a wordless declaration of devotion.
There were moments when Y/N would catch him staring at them, just watching, inspecting their features, his face full of something unreadable, almost sorrowful. But then he would smile and nudge them gently as if to remind himself that they were here, together.
Life with Mr. Crawling wasn’t perfect, but it was theirs. They made it work. On quiet afternoons, they would sit by the window, Y/N with a book in their lap, and Mr. Crawling curled up beside them, his head resting on their shoulder. He would often fall asleep that way, his dark hair cascading over their arm like a curtain of dark silk. Y/N had come to treasure these small moments, the way the light filtered through the trees, the way his presence felt like a constant comfort, the way his hands would sometimes gently clasp theirs as if he feared letting go, as if he feared losing them.
And when the days grew long, and the silence of night enveloped them, Y/N would speak in their language he was still learning, telling him little things he loved to hear and understood a little, praising him, loving him, just telling him stories about their life, little experiences and moments, memories. And he would listen, his expression softening, his touch a gentle reminder that he was there, always, beside them forever.
Mr. Crawling would share his own stories, stories of his world, of the ghostly land from which he came. He spoke in his own language, a soft hum that filled the space between them, and though Y/N couldn’t understand all of it, they could feel the weight of his memories, the depth of his existence. He had been a part of that world, a lingering echo in a place they could never return to. But now, he was with them. And he was happy.
They had created their own little world, away from the shadows, away from the haunting whispers. It wasn’t perfect, but it was theirs, full of quiet mornings, warm nights, and a love that transcended the space between words. Together, they had learned to speak a language of their own, one not of words, but of presence, of touch and of the quiet understanding that sometimes, the most important thing isn’t to speak, but to simply be together.
And with that, more was conveyed than all the words in the world could.
↬ Female!Reader and third person narration (*˘︶˘*).｡*♡
↬ Author Note: I love Diluc<3 I've written some other stuff with Genshin characters, you can check it out on my profile if you're interested<3
↬ Summary: The uncrowned king of Mondstadt has begun to develop feelings for his childhood friend.
↬ Word Count: 1,003 Words
Since childhood, Y/N and Diluc had been inseparable. They grew up together in Mondstadt, sharing games, secrets and adventures in every corner of the city. Their friendship was as solid as iron, forged by years of laughter and loyalty, of promises and memories, of good and bad times together, little adventures and tons of love and care for each other.
As time went by, they both had to take separate ways, separating for a while, but even after so long their hearts were still connected, it was impossible to break a connection that had prevailed alive for so many years after all.
While Diluc, after years of being away from the nation, assumed his role as the owner of the Dawn Winery in the mornings and the enigmatic, mysterious and heroic Dark Knight Hero of Mondstadt in the evenings, Y/N found her own purpose after studying at the Akademiya of Sumeru, returning to Mondstadt to tend to a small garden that had been built in the heart of the city.
One day, while Y/N was in her garden arranging the flowers and making sure everything was in order, Diluc appeared unexpectedly. Although his face showed a serious expression, there was a soft intensity in his eyes that Y/N had not seen in a long time. "Y/N, I've been thinking about you." Diluc said, slowly approaching. "Can I stay with you for a moment?"
Y/N looked at him with curiosity and a slight smile on her lips. The garden had always been her place of peace, the place where everything seemed more pleasant, more simple and peaceful, Diluc's presence made it even more special. "Of course, Diluc. You're always welcome here."
He sat near her, on a small bench of the place, watching how she worked with delicacy and mastery on her plants, she already had a good time taking care of this place. A pleasant silence formed between them, interrupted only by the occasional birdsong and the soft rustling of the leaves as they moved in the wind.
"You know..." He began to say in a thoughtful tone. "Sometimes when I see the flowers here, they remind me of what we've shared since we were children, the days in my father's garden, the sunny days where we played hide and seek with Kaeya or Jean, or when we'd go looking for bugs and flowers with you... The times when as children, everything seemed simpler."
She looked up from the flowers, looking at him with a mixture of surprise and affection. They didn't usually talk about their feelings this way, but she felt there was something different about the way Diluc was acting.
"Kinda funny..." She said with a soft smile. "Maybe it's weird for me to say it like this but I've always thought that this garden is like a reflection of various connections I have with people, especially our friendship. I take great care of it cause it means a lot to me, as you do too, Diluc."
He was silent, but his eyes shone with an intensity that Y/N couldn't ignore. Finally, he leaned a little closer. "Y/N, there is something I need to tell you." He began, his voice filled with an unusual vulnerability. "How I've felt about you has changed over time. You're not only my friend, but someone I truly appreciate more than I could ever put into words. You are a beautiful girl, you are strong and honest, you are charismatic and kind, you are sweet and brave... I could spend all day talking about how I see you... but I'm scared, I don't wanna lose you because of the things I feel for you."
Her stomach flipped over, she felt her heart beating faster, her cheeks flushing as she listened to Diluc's heartfelt words. She wasn't sure how to respond, but the sincerity in his voice moved her deeply.
"Diluc, I've felt something special for you too, for a while now..." Admitted Y/N in a trembling voice. "But I- I didn't know how to tell you. I was afraid it might ruin our friendship."
Diluc smiled, a gleam of relief in his eyes. "You don't have to fear that, Y/N. What I feel for you has grown over time and I think it's something worth feeling together, if you'll allow me."
With a gesture full of tenderness Diluc took Y/N's hand, looking at her warm and comforting eyes with an expression that blended love and affection that became overwhelming to the young woman's melting heart.
"Let me show you how special you are to me, not only as a friend with whom I have spent countless moments together, adventures and good times, but as someone I wish to protect, care for and love as long as you and life will allow me to."
With her heart overwhelmed with emotion, she nodded slowly, looking into his eyes, nervous and excited by his words. Her trust in Diluc and the love she felt for him came together in a moment of pure connection. "I'd love to do the same, Diluc."
He ran a hand around her waist with a gentle smile and a soft shade of pink on his cheeks. He held her chin with his gloved hand and looked down at her. "May I?"
It was the happiest day for both of them. She felt like she would faint soon from so much emotion her heart was feeling, she nodded shyly and it was then that Diluc brought their lips together gently, a tender kiss full of the love and affection they felt for each other.
From that day on, the garden became an even more meaningful place for them, a place to spend time together and create many memories.
Each visit was a mixture of laughter and intimate moments, as Diluc strove to show his devotion and affection in every gesture and action. Through the seasons, through time and through life's changes, their new relationship blossomed so beautifully, just as the flowers did in Y/N's garden.
↬ Female!Reader and third person narration (*˘︶˘*).｡*♡
↬Author Note: I have a lot of appreciation for Baizhu. Never got him tho :( but always liked him cause damn, he's just like me fr fr, we both sick af. I also like to think he takes great care of Qiqi<3
My headcanon is that he sleeps with a cartoony ass nightgown, socks and a hat, you can't make me think otherwise.
↬Summary: Baizhu is always trying his best to treat his patients in the best way possible, although he sometimes neglects himself. Y/N wants to help a little so I don't have to work so hard.
↬ Word Count: 1,631 Words
The Bubu Pharmacy was a quiet and pleasant place despite always being full of things to do, with the characteristic aroma of medicinal herbs wafting in the air, Baizhu, the owner of the place, was meticulously working on preparing the pills and ointments that his customers needed, with his faithful snake watching him from the table where he stood, however, his pallor and the occasional cough revealed that he was not in the best of health at the moment, and although he tried to hide it at all costs, the illness that afflicted him was evident to those who knew him well, knowing that his health was indeed fragile.
Y/N had recently come to Liyue, an adventurer who enjoyed moving between nations, with the nation of contracts as her final destination. She'd met Baizhu and had been moved by his dedication to helping others despite his own suffering, she decided to offer him her help, and he, though initially reluctant, accepted gratefully after some days of knowing her.
One day, while Baizhu was concentrating on mixing an ointment with the help of the herbalist Gui, Qiqi, walking behind Y/N, entering the pharmacy with a small basket full of fresh herbs. The little zombie who was also helping in the pharmacy, had worked diligently in collecting the plants, but she needed a little extra help as she sometimes got lost, forgot what she was doing or was simply of very small stature to reach some of the herbs and plants needed.
"Good morning, Baizhu, Changsheng, herbalist Gui." Greeted Y/N with a smile as she gently took the basket from Qiqi's hands to place it on the table. "We brought the herbs you needed, Qiqi couldn't find them all yesterday and I came across her while exploring so I helped her. How are you feeling today?"
Baizhu looked up from his preparations with a weary but grateful expression. "Hello, Y/N. Thank you so much for bringing the herbs and helping Qiqi. I'm feeling a little better, but I haven't fully recovered yet."
She approached him with concern. "You shouldn't exert yourself so much. Qiqi and I can handle this and other tasks you need, you know... You look tired, you should take some time to let your body rest."
He knew it was true, but sometimes his stubbornness wouldn't let him simply delegate the work to someone else while he did nothing. He smiled weakly at her, his eyes revealed the weight of his discomfort. "I appreciate your concern, but there are many more things that need to be taken care of and I wish to do it personally. I don't want the pharmacy to suffer for my condition." She decided to leave him alone for the time being, she knew it wasn't gonn be possible to convince him of anything else until he was done with the current task at hand.
As Baizhu continued to work, she turned to Qiqi who was organizing bottles and tubes in a corner of the store. "Hi little Qiqi, do you need help with anything?" She looked at her with a gentle smile.
Qiqi looked up with her usual sleepy expression. "Yes... There are herbs that need to be dried and sorted, can you help me with that, please?" The little zombie asked slowly.
Y/N nodded and started working alongside Qiqi, chatting a bit to make the job more pleasant to handle. The combination of keeping an eye on helping Qiqi and the conversation helped distract her from the growing worry she felt in her heart at seeing Baizhu so sick and stubborn about not leaving the pharmacy unattended.
As they worked, the girl took the opportunity to learn more about Qiqi and her duties at the pharmacy. Through the conversation, she realized how brave and determined Qiqi was, even with her trouble remembering and her own unique status as a living dead.
"Qiqi, how do you feel working here?" She asked, as they dried and organized the herbs.
Qiqi looked at Y/N with her big, sleepy pink eyes. "I feel useful. Even though I'm a zombie, I can help Baizhu and the people of Liyue. It's important to me to feel that way." Replied the little zombie in her slow, sleepy voice.
She smiled at her, admiring Qiqi's attitude. "You're doing very well little one. Baizhu must be very grateful to have you here." She gently patted his head. Qiqi was happy to hear that, she liked to feel useful and having someone acknowledge her effort was always nice.
After a while of chatting and working, Baizhu came over to check on Y/N and Qiqi's progress. Although he still looked tired, his expression softened as he saw the job well done. "Thank you both for your help. I feel less worried now that I see everything is under control."
She offered him a warm smile with some concern. "You should get some rest. I told you, we can handle the rest without a problem."
Baizhu nodded, his gaze full of gratitude. "I will. Thank you, Y/N. Your help means a lot to me. Thanks to you too my little Qiqi, you do a very good job, I'm very proud." The image was almost touching, he had a certain fatherly attitude when it came to the little zombie and it wasn't possible not to feel tenderness towards it.
As Baizhu retired to rest in his room, Y/N, Qiqi and now Gui too, continued with their tasks, working in harmony to keep the pharmacy running. With each task completed, Y/N felt a warm feeling in her chest, the satisfaction of knowing that she was contributing to easing Baizhu's heavy burden was very comforting.
For the girl, to be there helping was a way to make his work at least a little lighter, she knew how hard he worked day by day despite his health, having to smile for the patients, suffering in silence with Changsheng as his faithful companion, he didn't want to worry Qiqi or Gui, nor the regular customers who came to look for him to treat any of their ailments.
Eventually the afternoon turned into evening and when Baizhu returned from his nap, his face showed an expression of relief and gratitude. "Thanks again to you all for the effort. I can see how important it is for me to be able to count on people like you."
Y/N approached Baizhu with a slightly worried smile. "We're here to support you, Baizhu. The most important thing is that you take care of yourself and recover well.... Don't overexert yourself, okay? I'll be asking Changsheng if you're overworking yourself." She reached over and gently stroked the snake's head which had a happy expression cause of the attention received.
Baizhu offered her a sincere smile, a mixture of relief and affection in his reda eyes. "I will. Thank you all three for your care and support. This means more than you can imagine."
Herbalist Gui said goodbye and went home as it was late, Y/N helped Baizhu preparing some tea, enjoying the smooth taste of the herbs was a good way to cap off the day. The three of them were sitting together, Qiqi had a glass of milk and the two of them had tea. Baizhu seemed to enjoy these moments, he looked less pale and a little more rested than in the morning. The three of them looked at the stars together, without too much conversation in between, just enjoying the silence and the nice weather that night had.
Qiqi withdrew first to go to her room and soon the two of them had finished as well. The girl insisted on helping him wash the few dishes they had used and although he was stubborn, she could be stubborn too and much more persistent if it came to helping the man of frail health.
He went to his room to change clothes while she made sure everything was fine, when she finished she went to find him, knocking gently on the door. "Baizhu, may I come in?"
"Yes, come in Y/N."
She entered the room, Baizhu was changed into his pajamas, his hair was down, Changsheng was sleeping next to his pillow and the girl couldn't help but think the snake looked like a little puppy. "Ready to go to bed, right? You're not gonna stay up again reading books and doing your research, are you?" She asked, Baizhu let out an embarrassed chuckle at that.
"No. I promise I'll sleep as much as I can today, okay?"
"Yeah, you better." She replied with a fake angry attitude, Baizhu chuckled again.
"Thank you. Really. You're always helping me a lot with the Pharmacy, with Qiqi too. I appreciate it a lot. There's a lot of work to do but you help me feeling the burden is a little lighter."
"Well, it is what I wanna do. I wanna help you, I don't want you to feel like you have to carry the burden of all this alone. You know you can count on me, even though we haven't known each other for long, it was very easy to get attached to you and little Qiqi, Baizhu." She put her hand on his shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze, he sighed wearily.
"I'm tired."
Her expression is filled with some concern. "I know that. You should rest, your body needs it."
"Thank you." His red eyes were soft and gentle, he was really thankful for all her help, she always tried to help in any way possible without asking for anything in return and he was grateful to had her.
"No worries, I'm glad I can help." She let his shoulder go and stood up to walk to the door. "Good night Baizhu."
↬ Gender Neutral!Reader and second person narration (*˘︶˘*).｡*♡
↬ Author Note: This is something I wrote back in 2022, I've changed and modified things to transform and improve it. Since Lycaon was so loved with what I wrote in Flowers I decided to write it about him, likes and reblogs are welcome and appreciated, thank you so much and please enjoy<3!
↬ Summary: He's so in love with you.
↬ Word Count: 670 Words
Lycaon thinks you're the most beautiful person he has ever laid eyes upon. Whenever you're near, he finds it increasingly difficult to maintain his usual professional demeanor, as your mere presence makes his pulse quicken and his composure falter, his cheeks would turn pink when seeing yours up while you have the biggest and prettiest smile on your face. His tail moves from side to side excitedly, his ears always alert to everything you have to say, if you noticed that, it would be so easy to realize that he's madly in love with you.
Lycaon knows, with absolute certainty, that you're the one for him, there's no way he's wrong about it. You are the butterfly he has been chasing, its delicate wings so breathtakingly lovely that all who behold it are left in awe.
You're beautiful, but you're more beautiful when you smile at children who ask you questions based on pure curiosity, you're beautiful when you have your hair combed with a small flower, and even with all the movement you do when moving from one side to the other, it doesn't fall and remains still in your hair, just as he remains by your side even though life has shaken him away so many times.
He wants to tell you that you're beautiful, so beautiful that you make his heart race like never before, so beautiful that he loves you so much. He is in awe of you, of how you manage to be both strong and gentle, both hardworking and graceful. You're his sun, his moon, his everything, the very reason he pushes himself to work harder each and every day. To be able to witness your radiance, to bask in your light, is the greatest gift he could ever receive.
He knows that you're everything he has ever wanted in life, so perfect, yes, you are perfect, and he wouldn't get tired of thinking that, you're perfect, you are what keeps him working so hard day after day, Lycaon is happy to be there to see you. Whether it is the first golden rays of dawn caressing your face or the soft, ethereal glow of the moon enveloping you, he can tell you're a sight to behold.
You're the center of his universe, the one who makes his world spin. And he knows, with a certainty that fills his very soul, that he will never tire of marveling at your perfection, of cherishing your beauty, of loving you with every single fiber of his being.
The rest of Victoria Housekeeping Co. tell him that he fell madly in love, they noticed the way he looks at you, his love was obvious, but he inevitably feels that you are a star, so far out of his reach, you're the brightest person, the first he has completely fallen in love with...
He's like a moth attracted to fire, he's attracted to you with all his heart, soul, all his being, and yes, the fire burns, but he would bear the pain just to be near this fire that is you. This love is something he never thought he would feel, but there he is, thinking that you're the most brilliant and most beautiful human being who ever lived.
He's in love, so in love with you that even if the days are dark for him, you make it bright with just your smile. He's in love, very much in love, he has become a fool fallen into this dark hole and you're the one who brought him here, but he doesn't feel bad about it, after all he always wanted to be in that place if it was because of you
You're a dream, or at least that's what he thinks, but when he sees you in front of him, you're no longer a dream, you're a reality that he has to face, but he loves it cause his reality is you and it's beautiful because it's you.
Perfect, you're perfect, too perfect to be true...
