— pays lots of attention to the foods you like and dislike. makes an effort to actually budget his money so he could take you out to dinner once in a while. holds your bags for you when the both of you go shopping together and won't ever complain about if you're putting too much pressure on him (he is an ex-archon after all). scribbles stanzas of love poems he has learnt over the years on sticky notes, and leaves them all over the house for you to find.
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*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ SCARAMOUCHE
— rests his head in your lap while he deals with paperwork. comfortable with you addressing him by his real name. let's you be the big spoon (doesn't tolerate your teasing though). let's you cut his hair. more open about how he feels than usual. scared of hurting your feelings (believe it or not), so he tends to sugarcoat his opinions. let's you drag him everywhere when the two of you go shopping (he secretly enjoys it).
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*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ CHILDE
— lots and lots of physical touch - seriously can't go without hugging/kissing you for a few minutes. carries you in his arms bridal style around the house. sweeps you up in his arms when he gets home from a rough day at work. gives you dorky pet names. trusts you immensely with his siblings. takes more time off work to spend with you. talks about your future together.
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*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ DILUC
— cooks for you. gives you his coat when you're cold. gets flustered around you pretty often (even if you've been together a while). showers you with hugs from behind. tries to spend less time on his dark knight hero duties so that he could be with you at night. gives you bouquets of flowers on random occasions. let's you braid his hair.
you didn’t mean to steal the sweatshirt. and technically, you didn’t. childe was the one who gave it to you. he insisted you take it, actually. it wasn’t your fault he hadn’t asked for it back. as far as you were concerned, you were completely innocent.
that, at least, was what you told childe when he caught you wearing it.
“uh huh,” he said, unconvinced. “so you’ve been wearing it since?”
you nodded, and childe, noting how you were trying to conceal a sheepish little smile, gave a slow nod himself. childe wasn’t mad, not when you looked so adorable engulfed in his already oversized sweatshirt, but he didn’t think you were completely innocent here.
you thought that was the end of it. he only said he didn’t mind, and teased you about how cute you looked in it. you thought you had gotten away with murder, until you saw childe on your next date.
you walked into a modest restaurant that you and childe often grabbed dinner at. you spotted your boyfriend at a small table in the corner, waving to you with a smile on his face and—
your mouth dropped open. you laughed nervously, because what else were you supposed to do in this situation? you approached childe slowly, cautiously.
“childe,” you asked, hesitant. “are those… my shorts…?”
“yes,” he said. there was no shame in his wide smile and he looked rather proud to be wearing them. you hadn’t even noticed they were missing. “you steal my clothes, i still your clothes.“
“yeah, but i took a sweatshirt… those are shorts…”
“it’s only fair,” he said, shrugging.
you resigned with a sigh, making a mental note to never underestimate your boyfriend’s levels of pettiness again. childe won this round.
scaramouche.
scaramouche had warned you. twice, actually. before you two left, he told you that the movie theater would be cold, but you didn’t listen to him. you said it would be fine, that you didn’t need to grab a jacket, it wouldn’t be that cold, anyways.
how you were eating your words.
it seemed as if the air conditioner was turned on full blast because you were freezing. it was summer, and although your t-shirt and shorts felt good outside, they made the theater feel even colder.
you shivered and wrapped your arms around yourself to no avail. goosebumps appeared on your bare arms. next to you, scaramouche looked perfectly content, idly watching the previews on the large screen. if scaramouche was aware of how uncomfortable you were, he didn’t show it.
“i’m cold,” you whispered to him, trying to keep the whine out of your voice.
scaramouche casted you a look out of the corner of his eyes, as if to say, told you so. he looked back at the screen, and again you repeated, “i’m cold.”
“what do you want me to do about it?”
“nothing,” you lied.
scaramouche turned back towards you, meaning to fully tell you off for not heeding his warning, but the words died a swift on his tongue at your pout and upset eyes. you looked absolutely miserable.
if he wasn’t in the middle of a packed theater, scaramouche might have sighed out loud. you were impossible sometimes, you really were. but even he didn’t want you to be miserable, especially not while on a date together.
so scaramouche shrugged off his jacket and begrudgingly handed it out to you who grabbed it with a newfound glee. you pecked his cheek and whispered in his ear, “thanks.”
scaramouche was glad the movie was about to play. the lights were dark enough that you couldn’t see the blush that crept across his face when you put on his sweatshirt. you looked adorable in it, and scaramouche thought that it wouldn’t be so bad if you forgot yours again.
but then scaramouche started to shiver, and promptly decided that he would bring two of his own next time.
venti.
venti gave you his sweatshirt without even asking you first. he just kind of handed it to you. actually, it was more like venti stuffed it in your arms, making sure you wouldn’t refuse it. and you, of course, didn’t it was soft and oversized and smelled like him. how could you not take it?
venti soon decided that you having only one sweatshirt wasn’t enough. the second one was given to you the same way, except this time venti explained why he wanted you to have it so badly.
“i just like knowing you have a piece of me whatever you go,” venti admitted. you threw it over and poked your head out the top as you pulled your arms through the sleeves. “it’s a subtle sign to the world that we’re together. that you’re mine as much as i am yours.”
if you were any more sentimental, you might have burst into happy tears at that. he really was too sweet sometimes.
but then two sweatshirts turned into three. and then four. and then you lost count, because it was nearly every time you saw him that he gave you another sweatshirt.
“venti, i really think i have enough,” you said when he tried to give you yet another one. you honestly didn’t know how someone could have so many sweatshirts.
“but this one would look especially good on you,” he protested, holding it up.
“that’s what you said you give me this one!” you gestured to the sweatshirt you were wearing.
“and i was right, wasn’t i?” venti asked, once again thrusting the new sweatshirt in your arms. “this one is the last one, i promsie.”
━ genshin men when you come home late from commissions.
characters: childe, itto, kazuha, thoma, venti
content warnings: angsty themes, but overall fluff!, alcohol n drinking mentioned in venti's part
a/n: hi
word count: 1,557
: ̗̀➛ childe.
childe understood how busy you got during your commissions - as a harbinger, 'busy' was practically his middle name!
even so, he had made a special effort to come home early and surprise you :)
when he stepped through the door, and called out your name, he expected you to come running and wrap your arms around him
so you can imagine the confusion when he didn't even hear you at all
he wasn't concerned at the start, thinking that you were just playing some kind of prank on him
with a smirk, he wandered around the house continuing to call your name, knowing that you would pop out of nowhere to scare him
after 10 minutes of searching, that's when he started to get nervous
"alright, babe, this isn't funny anymore," he chuckled anxiously.
no reply.
he found himself searching in the oddest places, like under the couch or underneath the carpet.
he was a fatui harbinger, he needed to be tougher than this
but the thought of you not returning home terrified him
you were one of the only people that he held close to his heart, and he wasn't prepared to lose you so early - in fact, he didn't think he was ever going to be prepared
poor boy jumped when he heard the door open, but relief washed over his body when he saw it was you
instead, you were the one surprising him
in a turn of events, he ran up to you, pulling you toward him and engulfing you in a giant hug
you would've hugged him back, but you were so exhausted and you couldn't find the energy to even lift your arms up
childe noticed this and scooped you up, setting you down on the couch before bringing you a glass of water
it's safe to say that he didn't leave you alone at all that night, making sure that you were okay and that you wouldn't somehow slip away from him
never scare him like that again :(
: ̗̀➛ itto.
it was usually him that came home late
the young kids of inazuma loved playing with him, but all he wanted to do was get home to you and cuddle
he quickly said goodbye to the kids, much to their chagrin, and he hurried home to where you would be
at least that's what he thought
when he didn't see you in the living room or in the kitchen, he suspected that you would be in the bedroom reading, like you normally were
but you weren't
and he started panicking
were you hurt?
were you lost?
did someone do something to you?
were you... dead?
that last thought made him go pale and for a moment he thought he was going to faint
pfft, imagine it, big strong itto fainting
no, he had to stay strong for you.
he had to find you
he went out for a search, coming back 30 minutes later
the poor arataki itto was on the verge of tears :(
when he stepped inside, he almost screamed, seeing as there was a figure on the couch
it turns out, it was just you, and you were sleeping
sleeping while he was panic-stricken, high with energy and completely restless
he was almost offended by how you were simply asleep when he was out losing his mind
but all he could think about was that you were safe and home
he placed a blanket over you, giving your forehead a kiss with a small smile
he would be telling you off when you woke up, but for now he'd let you rest
"goodnight, my love."
: ̗̀➛ kazuha.
he was usually on time coming home, which was surprising considering he travelled around teyvat during the day on a literal ship
but beidou always made sure to take him home to see you !!
kazuha wasn't at all nervous when you weren't there when he come home
he thought you were just caught up doing something with your commissions, or doing some extra work like you normally did
that's what he loved the most about you - you were always willing to do more to help others
he decided to cook some dinner before you came home, and he was quite proud of the finished product!
it was a shame it started getting cold, but he could always find a way to heat it up :)
he sat down on the couch, waiting patiently for you to come home
he couldn't want to press kisses all over your face <3 archons above, this boy is so in love with you
as the stars started to become clearer in the night sky, that was when kazu began to feel his heart drop a little
they're alright, they're perfectly capable of looking after them-self
he repeated this in his head over and over again like it was a mantra
he wanted to go out and search for you, but a part of him knew (and so badly hoped) that you would waltz through that door in no time
and you did!
as he was going to, he pulled you into his arms and peppered your gorgeous face with kisses
"welcome home, my love."
you only mumbled out a reply, and he couldn't hear it, but he simply smiled and let you sit on the couch
the two of you ate dinner in comforting silence, then went to bed to cuddle <3
you were so tired, and kazuha's arms around you were all you needed to fall asleep in an instant
: ̗̀➛ thoma
the kamisato siblings are always nice enough to let thoma leave early to go back home to you
you're usually the one that gets home before him, so he was looking forward to stepping into the house and seeing you smiling at him
so when he walked inside, he was a tad bit confused
he took this as an opportunity to cook dinner for you, since you were always the one cooking for him! besides, he wasn't a stranger to doing chores, being the housekeeper for the kamisato clan and all
though worry started to bubble inside his stomach when you didn't come home after a while
he started pacing around the house, contemplating whether or not he should go out and look for you
surely you were just caught up in commissions! you always talked about how hard some of them were for you - perhaps you had just had an unlucky day filled with tough commissions!
he was absolutely resless
how could he sit still when you were gone and he had no idea where you were?
he wasn't the type of person to always want to know where their significant other is at all times, but after this incident, he was almost considering it ! (but ofc he would never do that to you, as he knows you love your freedom, and besides that kind of behaviour is weird)
his mood was instantly lifted when you stepped inside the house
but then it dropped again when he saw how exhausted you were
he sat you down on the couch and brought you your dinner, then he ran a nice bath for you
once you were finished in the bath, he set up your bed and tucked you in <3
"get some rest, my darling. you can tell me all that happened tomorrow :)"
sweetest man ever, he loves you to death and can't bear to see you so low-spirited
: ̗̀➛ venti
yeah he definitely comes home a lot later than you do
it takes him even longer to get home because he's always in a drunken stupor and always gets lost on his way
sometimes has to get diluc to drop him off
it was another one of those nights where venti decided to get drunk out of his mind at angel's share
diluc declared he wouldn't take him home, so venti stayed around for a little bit until he sobered up
considering he had been out for so long, he expected you to be at home
both your schedules were all over the place, so there really was no telling who would arrive at home first
he was quite surprised to see that you weren't there, and quite worried too
he went to go out to find you, but tripped over literally nothing as he stepped out the door
venti was not going to be able to go out at night to find you in the state that he was in, and he cursed himself for that
of all nights that you had to be gone, he had to be stupidly drunk
perhaps you had left him on purpose. he had kind of expected it, seeing as he always came home pissed and barely gave you a thought. he slumped himself onto the porch of your shared home, and he wept to himself. he didn't blame you for leaving. if he were you, he would've done the same
when he saw a figure in the distance, he was confused for a moment
then he saw it was you, and a wide smile appeared on his face
"sorry i'm late, my love, i just had some troubles with commi- are you drunk again? you reek of alcohol." you said.
"i'm sorry..." he hiccupped.
you let out a sigh. "it's alright, darling. let's get you into bed, hm?"
A/N: I wrote something with the similar dynamic in the TWST fandom and I really like writing it so far.
Itto would be more into the struggle and the fighting than the chase itself. Sure running after you is fun and all, seeing you looking over your shoulder as he barrels towards you and finally catches up.
But whet really gets him going is you trying to so hard not to submit, to fight him when you're so slick that it's dripping down your thighs already. All he has to do is wrestle you to the ground, pull your panties down and growl into your ear as he mounts you and takes his prize.
Zhongli is very familiar with this concept although he had not done in it many, many years. Seeing you run through the field and into the cover of the forest, with him right on your tail is one hell of an adrenaline rush and really brings back some memories of his more wild days.
He loves to push you up against a tree, his teeth on your neck, biting and clamming you as his own, his cock hammering into your weeping cunt while he tells you that you're his and his alone. No one else can have you, and he's going to make damn sure that you know it. He will fuck every last drop of cum into you, he will draw every last shaking orgasm from your body until you're on the floor, unable to move from the pleasure he gave you.
Gorou understands the concept of it and he can see the appeal, he just wants to make sure that it's done somewhere where it can't be seen. He has to be an example to the army after all and being balls deep into his lover while rutting into that sweet cunt like he's in rut isn't the best image.
But if you really want to play games like that, oh he'll play. He'll chase you down until you're a panting mess, until you can't run anymore, until he can lift you up, put your legs on his shoulders and lap up your sweet juices while you whimper and whine scream for his cock. Don't worry, he's a merciful man, he'll give you what you want as soon as you squirt all over his face. Then you can have his cock, his knot, his cum, anywhere and everywhere.
Tighnari will gladly chase you around his forest. He only asks you put up a little bit of a challenge for him. He will stalk you in the trees, his arrow always just barely missing you, come up behind you right as you relax and growl that he's found you.
His pretty little prey, so wet for him, so willing to spread your legs and be taken. Even though you're supposed to run and fight him a little more. It's alright though, you were gonna take his cock either way. He wants to be deep inside you, his full balls slapping against you while his teeth bite the swell of your breasts, marking you up. First with his fangs, then with his cum.
(Pierro is not Kaeya's bio dad HC/Fatui adopt Kaeya AU) Arlecchino like to smuggle in some treats for Kaeya :) Pierro does not support this behaviour
Arlecchino still does it anyways
Her alias is Knave,,, and Childe mentioned that she won't hesitate to betray Tsaritsa,,, so this is her betraying Pierro's trust in the most lighthearted way possible lmao
You can cook a chicken by slapping it at 3725.95 mph, an impossible task by any human means. If you do succeed however, you will not only cook the chicken but also decimate its entire structure, causing a violent explosion. This is a simulation of the slap using FEA.
jon, season 1 era, slapping his hands down on tim’s desk to get his attention: do you have any more information about gerard keay
tim: wasn’t that sasha’s job?
jon: sasha told me that it was very likely he was dead
tim: and you want me to… change that somehow?
jon: yes.
tim: i mean, i can try popping another button off, but i don’t know how much that’ll help here
jon: disgusting. tim, you’re dead to me
sasha, coming back to her desk with tea: oh, is jon still upset keay’s dead?
tim, shaking his head: he was hoping for a summer wedding
jon: i know you’re joking but i just want you both to know that if gerard keay somehow appeared in front of me and gave me so much as a SINGLE clue as to what we’re dealing with in these statements, i would marry him on the spot without even a single second of hesitation
jon, like two years later, trying not to sit down anywhere in the dump julia and trevor call a safehouse while also trying to pose in what tim insists is his best angle: so…. you’re gerard keay?
gerry, gesturing to the skin book in jon’s hands: in the flesh
i think Eret’s betrayal was really the turning point of the SMP, and it deserves more credit. like, before that we had conflict (of course) but it was all fairly standard. hell, the Revolution was one of the most vanilla stories you can possibly tell; a group of underdogs rise up against the tyranny of rulers and establish their independence. it’s such a basic conflict, and was defined by very clearly established good guys and bad guys: L’Manburg good, Dream SMP bad. this is exemplified by the L’Manburg national anthem, which is a fantastic piece of propaganda that idealises L’Manburg as a “special place”, free from the “tyranny and bloodlust” of the Dream SMP. this was a narrative that the audience never really challenged, and the streamers didn’t either.
but Eret’s betrayal began the spiral into moral relativity and clashing ideologies that defines the SMP today. suddenly, those good guys and bad guys weren’t so clearly defined. suddenly, motivations went deeper than just ‘fighting for our country’, and the pursuit of power became a common theme. it took some time for those ideas to take root (for example, the second version of the anthem dismissed Eret entirely: “fuck Eret”. he’s a bad guy, now. we’re still the good guys). but the ideas were there, both for the audience and the streamers. people began to question the narrative they had been fed, the notions of right and wrong, leading to an election arc where Wilbur and Tommy - our initial heroes - were very openly undermining the democratic process. even as the audience was overwhelmingly on Pogtopia’s side, questions were raised as to the fact that they were staging a coup against a democratically elected leader simply because they felt entitled to it, because they were the heroes. the story began to embrace this: Wilbur wondering if they were the “villains”. it culminated, of course, in Techno’s bid for anarchy and rejection of systemic power structures, his assertion that power corrupts, and that L’Manburg was never the paradigm of goodness that it painted itself as, and perhaps never will be.
and that’s just on a meta level; in character, i honestly believe the effects of Eret’s betrayal can be felt in practically every major L’Manburg character decision since. it’s most obvious in Wilbur, of course. the dude never recovered, never quite learnt to trust again. Eret’s betrayal was the first crack in his image of a perfect L’Manburg - the L’Manburg from the anthem - a crack that would spread after Schlatt’s rise to power, and eventually shatter in his corruption arc. in the culmination of this arc - the destruction of Manburg - he purposefully mirrors Eret’s “It was never meant to be”, thus returning to the first moment he realised that good and evil weren’t quite so black and white.
but Wilbur’s not the only one: all of the original L’Manburg boys struggle with trust nowadays, and all of them have strayed from the vanilla perception of morality that the L’Manburg revolution represented. Fundy’s very existence conflates Wilbur and L’Manburg into one being; Fundy is the first child of L’Manburg, and thus is Wilbur’s son. as he grows to acknowledge Wilbur’s flaws as a father, then, he’s also rejecting L’Manburg. he’s revealing, retroactively, that the perfect L’Manburg from the early days never existed, or could only exist in the simplified perspective of a child. Tubbo, meanwhile, is the third president of L’Manburg, and Wilbur has already lampshaded the fact that things don’t usually go so well for the president. Tubbo has begun to make dubious decisions in the name of his country, the power leading him towards increasingly out of character actions. he’s (arguably) turning into the very tyrannical ruler the anthem condemned, making weapons a bigger and bigger part of the supposedly peaceful nation. and Tommy, the one who secured L’Manburg’s independence. he was the protagonist, the force for good. he was supposed to be the paragon of what L’Manburg stood for, giving up his selfish desires (the discs) for the good of the nation. now, he’s prioritising those discs over everything. he’s been exiled from L’Manburg, unable to align with their morality anymore, and is working alongside their number 1 enemy in pursuit of his goals.
even Eret themself, after a brief attempt at redemption arc, has embraced their place of power despite it putting him at odds with the ‘friends’ he tried to prioritise on November 16th.
look, moral of the story is that Eret’s betrayal began the steer the story away from the typical good vs bad narrative it initially mirrored; began the turn away from Hamilton, to the slightly more morally grey Heathers, to bloody Greek mythology (home to some of the most morally complex stories around). it shattered the characters’ perception of the world around them and what they fought for, and resulted in all of them turning away from the idealistic L’Manburg they once fought to establish. it even made them realise that said idealistic L’Manburg may have never existed in the first place. that’s why Eret’s betrayal continues to be such a prominent feature in fan material, and the most memorable part of the Revolution; it changed something fundamentally in the moral framework of the narrative, and broke something that can never truly be fixed
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