wuthering waves ⇢ “I CAN HOLD THE WORLD IN MY HANDS”
how they react to you saying you can hold the world in your hands then gently cupping their face
ft. aalto, luuk, mortefi & brant
AALTO has just gotten back from his recent travel and he’s rambling on and on about the places he went to, people he came across, and the one time he got himself in—and out, he emphasizes—of trouble. you swear you’re all ears but at some point, your focus shifts to the man himself and the conversation is pushed to the background. before your mind can drift any further, aalto boops your nose. “wh- huh?” you snap out of your daydream. “got distracted there,” he says with a chuckle, “stay here with me.” “sorry,” you turn sheepish, “i was just thinking.” “care to share?” aalto prods, tilting his head in curiosity but his voice playfully shifts into its persuasive lilt like he’s playing broker, “i can keep a secret.” with a smile, you roll your eyes at his joshing but you show him anyway. you raise your hands to cradle his face in your palms, immediately noticing the slightest hitch of his breath at your gesture. you remain quiet for a moment as you relish in the satisfaction coursing through you for catching such an elusive man off guard. “i’m gonna need you to be more specific than that,” aalto quips when he regains his composure and it gets a hearty laugh out of you. so you tell him, “i can hold the world in my hands.” in a matter of seconds, you watch how the smile on his lips widens to a grin then it morphs into his signature smirk but just before the brazenness fully takes over his visage, aalto’s already turned into mist to release himself from your hold, appearing behind you before you can blink. soon, he’s snaking his arms around your torso. “would you look at that?” he drawls, resting his chin on your shoulder, “so can i.”
“you look like you have something to say,” LUUK speaks up, breaking the prolonged but comfortable silence between the two of you. earlier, he invited you over for coffee and now here you are, sat across from the blond and peering over your cup as you admire him silently. “i don’t know what you mean,” you tell him but the playful smile on your lips says otherwise. luuk chortles at your blatant lie, “you do realize i read people for a living.” when luuk only gets a chuckle out of you, he asks again, “what is it?” “do you think i can hold the world in my hands?” your random question renders luuk absolutely stupefied with his mouth hanging open but not a single word comes out. with a giggle, you quip, “you asked.” despite his confusion, the ever so patient doctor decides to humor you anyway, “okay. show me.” his attention on you now is so steady that it’s starting to make you self-conscious at the cheesiness of it all but you still grant his request. you lean over the table with outstretched hands until they softly land on each side of his face and luuk is speechless once more, so uncharacteristically stunned. you await his reaction, expecting him to blush but instead, you catch his teeth digging into his bottom lip—he’s holding in a laugh. embarrassed, you pull away from him and settle back into your seat but you’re laughing yourself, “jerk. i was trying to be sweet.” at that, luuk finally laughs with you. “it is,” he says, reaching across the table to take your hand, “it was just unexpected, is all.” he brings your knuckles to his lips for a peck but not before teasing, “you’re always so serious.” you gasp in mock offense, “i can be fun!”
MORTEFI has been holed up in his lab for hours, a faint scowl—which looks almost identical to his resting face—etched on his visage as he stares at stacks of paperwork. “you busy?” it was a stupid question because he obviously is but he doesn’t seem to mind. he momentarily takes off his glasses to rub the strain from his eyes before he addresses you. “i have time. did you need something?” “well…” you act as if you’re deep in thought, “i’m conducting a study myself.” “oh?” he perks up at your statement and you feel a sense of satisfaction surge through you. “yup,” you proudly confirm, walking over to him as he follows you with expectant eyes, “i’m trying to see if i can hold the world in my hands.” before he gets the chance to ask, you’re already bringing up your hands to his face in a gentle touch. mortefi clearly is at a loss for words. he fails to come up with a response, resorting to a slight shake of his head but he’s obviously amused by you from the way a smile begins to tug at the corners of his lips. “you look really stressed lately. i just wanted to loosen you up a little,” you tell him almost apologetically for taking up his time but he only meets your gaze with soft eyes. there’s a gleam in them that oozes adoration but his tone remains neutral when he plays along with your jest, “i suppose the result of your experiment is rather… favorable.” “good,” you beam before giving him a peck on the nose, “now i’ll leave you to your actual research.” mortefi simply chuckles but before you can pull away and peel your hands from his skin, he leaves a tender kiss against your palm.
a slow day at work, BRANT would call days like this—days when he can take you out at sea to breathe in the breeze and listen to the sloshing of the waves. it’s not often that you’re granted this serenity. “a penny for your thoughts?” brant sidles up to you. without his crew and the air of captaincy surrounding him, he appears more boyish. endearing, you mentally note. “it’s peaceful out here,” you reply, “i like it.” “i’m glad,” he beams at you before presenting a paper scroll—yellowing, tearing at the edges and most definitely old, “look what i found.” he presents you a map with childlike wonder, his eyes turning into a fuchsia sea of stars, “what treasure do you think we’ll find?” unbeknownst to him, you couldn’t care less about any of it. “who needs treasure when i can have the whole world?” brant responds with a chuckle, “the whole world, huh? well then, i better start informing my crew about that,” he adjusts his hat in a very captain-like manner before bragging, “it’s gonna take some extra work but nothing that the fools can’t do.” it’s all jest on your part but you doubt if brant shares your sentiment. still, you giggle at his enthusiasm, your heart filled to the brim with adoration as you hold his face with gentle hands. “silly,” you coo, “i already have it right here.” for a moment, he looks taken aback by the spontaneous gesture but it’s not long before he’s taking your hands to spin you in place while he dances around you in some sort of unorganised waltz. in a fit of giggles, you manage to ask him, “what are you doing?” brant doesn’t reply in an instant but gradually, he slows down until he’s come to a halt and standing before you once more, “we both know the world revolves around the sun.”
May I request headcanons about what Jiyan's, Aalto's, Calcharo's and Mortefi's favorite types of kisses are?
A/N: You certainly can! I can honestly write a small followup drabbles for these too when I get the time. These are just some short headcanons in the meantime <3 Hope you enjoy!
Content: fluff, sfw.
Ko-fi
Jiyan:
-While Jiyan isn’t too touchy in public, he doesn’t stray from some sweet little gestures of love like quick temple kisses or hand kisses
-He does them when he’s in a rush or when he just wants to show he loves you, while not being able to exactly “make out with you in broad daylight”
-The elderly that know him and happen to see him showing his affection like this don’t fail to swoon over how adorable you two are, praising you to no end and sometimes going really hard on teasing you. Some of them really have no chill-
-But in private, Jiyan loves to have you to himself, and his favorite kisses to give and receive are neck and on the lips kisses.
-Whether it’d be you laying on his chest and leaving little butterfly kisses along his neck, or him having you underneath him, showering you with multiple kisses, trailing pecks up your neck until he reaches your lips, where he lingers for longer.
-He loves showing you he loves you, especially since he never knows for how long he’ll stay on the front lines next, or if he’ll even return. Cherishing every single moment with you is his goal, burning those memories behind his eyelids of such intimate moments as these
Aalto:
-Aalto doesn’t shy away from PDA, but he still has manners! In public, his go-to kisses are cheek kisses. One hand holds you chin and he pressed his lips to your cheek and lets the kiss linger for a moment or two before parting
-Sometimes, he likes to hold the kiss for a long period of time until you pry him off of you, trying to see for how long he can stay “latched onto you”. It’s a harmless little thing, and he loves how effortlessly it makes you giggle and blush as you swat him away like a fly
-In private, Aalto becomes softer, going for kissing your closed eyelids and mapping the lines of your face with his lips. It starts soft and innocent, the quiet embracing you as you hold the weight of his love in the palms of your hand, feeling it squeeze your lungs.
-But then his lips trace lower to his next favorite place to leave kisses on you, your collarbone.
-If he feels especially energetic or playful, he will bite down a bit, nibbling here and there to get his fix of you before he all but traps you under him, his head on your chest as he pretends he’s knocked out cold.
Calcharo:
-Calcharo is quite the simple man. Even if he is quite tense at the start of your relationship, he does begin to crave your touch and affections
-He does sometimes struggle to understand when it would be the best time to kiss you or touch you in any way, so the easiest approach he comes up with is greeting and parting kisses. When he’s already in your shared home and you’re coming up to greet him
-His arms are wrapping around you like a bear trap and he’s leaning down to kiss you on the lips, letting you both linger lip to lip before you part ways.
-He may seem a bit rough with it but with a little bit of your help he does learn to soften up and leave feather light pecks on your lips after the initial one to soothe you over
-It becomes like a little ritual, every morning and evening it’s the same with him holding you close and letting his mind turn off for that short duration of the kiss
-Also does this in bed sometimes when you’re cuddling or if he’s having some trouble sleeping. Holding you helps ease him
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✧˖° their ways of showing affection. | aalto, calcharo, lingyang headcanons.
⋆ ˚☁️ ⁀➴ synopsis: you're in love and happily with these wonderful men! but just how do they show their affection for you?
⋆ ˚☁️ ⁀➴ characters involved (separate): aalto, calcharo, lingyang and a gender neutral reader.
⋆ ˚☁️ ⁀➴ warnings: none!
⋆ ˚☁️ ⁀➴ notes: another one! i love thinking about the little ways people show love , it makes me so happy ;v;! enjoy these little blurbs about how they'd love you! also, requests are currently open, so send them my way! also, i could not find a calcharo chibi drawing... ;;
ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ aalto ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅
knowledge is power! the more he knows about you, the more he utilizes it in showing his affection for you.
a big, BIG sweet talker. loves to flirt!
also big on compliments, find it cute when you don’t know what to say back.
a big spender in my opinion. oh, you liked that necklace but thought it was too expensive? surprise, it’s on the counter for you when you wake up the next day! you tried to win that plushie at the fair but it just didn’t work out? now you have 20 on the couch!
adores kisses, especially when you pepper them all over his face. (bonus points if you’re wearing lipstick, man is enamored to look at himself and see visually everywhere you smooched him.)
follows the sidewalk rule all the time. does not matter if it’s a safe area, he always is a bit protective in that way.
learns more about your hobbies and likes and begins to learn more about them in his free time. that way, when he sees you again, he’ll be able to engage in conversation with you about it.
loves the way that your eyes light up when you talk about something you’re passionate about, and stares at you a lot as a result.
likes to playfully scare you. he seems to have the ability to disappear and reappear as he pleases due to the mist, so he uses it sometimes to suddenly appear behind you and wrap his arms around your waist.
ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ calcharo ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅
not much of a talker, and kind of new to showing affection entirely due to his past, so be patient.
will wake up early and remind you to bring a jacket if it’s cold.
the type of person to also remind you that you forgot something, but by the time you turn around, he has the missing item in his hand.
will protect you if you’re scared of something. loud thunder? his hands are around your ears. scary part of a show? he’s using his arm to pull you closer to his chest to hide in.
will quietly work in the same room as you, enjoying your presence entirely as you and him work.
will sometimes ask those he knows around him for some advice about love, which is sort of strange considering who it’s coming from, but he wants to improve himself to be a better partner for you.
tries to apply the advice after, it’s a hit or miss sometimes, but always coming from a good place.
iffy on physical touch, but he will slowly come to enjoy the feeling of holding your hand.
he also does the thumb thing where you rub the back of a person’s hand with your thumb while holding hands. his favorite.
will let you play with his hair sometimes in the morning if he’s in the mood for it. even if you do something goofy like braid his hair or put it into a random hairdo, he’ll enjoy the feeling of your hands in his hair as he slowly stirs awake.
ruthless and cold in many other aspects of his life, he’s a gentle giant when it comes to you, and it’s endearing to see him try.
ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ lingyang ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅
will always love to eat with you, whether it’s going out or cooking with you.
^ always lets you have the last bite of the meal.
immediately looks for your reaction after he tells a joke with you, wanting to make sure that you enjoy his playfulness.
during the summer heatwaves, will use his glacio powers to help keep the both of you cool.
will sit in your lap and let you play with his ears as he rambles about his day.
loves yapping, and yapping in your presence as the two of you either bounce back and forth or you just listen, he likes both options.
loves hugs, hugs tight and for a long time, will not let go of you until you let go of him first.
will compliment your scent and comment on it if you change something up like your shampoo or perfume, usually the first to notice those small changes.
shares a blanket with you on cold days and cuddles with you for warmth.
will sometimes, after waking up, just admire your features because wow he got lucky because you’re his.
even if you wake up and your eyes are looking back at him, he does it without shame.
whenever someone talks about you, if they say something wrong, he’ll immediately interject. (ex. “they like strawberries the most.” “no no, they like peaches more!”)
does practice runs of new tricks and dance moves he learns for his lion dances, asking you about your opinion on them because it means the world to him to know you like the dance he’s so passionate about.
gets matching lucky charms with you and carries his around everywhere. “maybe we’ll win the lottery with this!” he tells you.
Thank you to everyone who helped me come up with this second list. I appreciate the help and the love that you have shown to this silly little series. I really hope you enjoy the second part. Comments and reblogs would be highly appreciated if you want me to do a third part :D
cw. fluff, established relationships, gender neutral reader, chubby reader, minors DO NOT interact
Topaz invited you to morning tea, consisting of hot drinks and expensive, delicious pastries. You joined her everyday around the same time, without fail. You found her sitting at the table, a piping hot cup of tea in one hand while she looked at the digital tablet placed in front of her. Without even casting a cursory glance in your direction, she pats the empty spot beside her, inviting you to sit down and join her for your regular tea time break. You accepted her cordial invite and went to sit next to the empty spot beside her, completely missing the mischievous little smirk that painted her lips when you looked away from her. A small squeak was wrenched from your plush lips as she snagged her arm around your plump waist and drew you into her warm lap, your thick thighs draped over hers as she held you close.
“Topaz” you sputter, swallowing around the nervous lump in your throat as you squirm in her lap. “I’m too heavy to be sitting on you.”
Topaz shot you an incredulous look. “Nonsense” she scoffed. “You’re not heavy at all.”
Her words made your cheeks burn with the force of a raging sun and you struggled to come up with a coherent response, pressed so close to her that you could smell the scent of her flowery perfume lingering on her skin. Her grip around your soft waist was firm, indicating that she wasn’t going to relinquish her hold on you easily as she reached for one of the delicious cakes sitting by its lonesome on the table.
“These treats are delicious, you have to try them.”
She offered it to you, holding the sweet treat against your lips until you were tempted to have a bite. You spent the rest of the morning like that, having Topaz feed you delicious cakes while you sat pretty in her lap. Numby eventually decided to crawl into your lap, allowing you the honour of pampering him with ear scratches and chin rubs as you enjoyed your snack time with your girlfriend.
Wriothesley:
You were sitting in Wriothesley’s office while he filled out a stack of paperwork. You were sitting on his couch, flipping through a fantasy novel while the phonograph softly played music to fill the void of silence. Your fingers tapped along the spine of the book to the gentle sway of the music. You were so engrossed in your reading that you didn’t notice that Wriothesley had stopped writing until you were engulfed in his shadow. You paused in your reading, casting your wide, doe eyes up to him with a hint of curiosity sparkling in their depths. A small smile played on his lips as he politely bowed before you, a hand placed over his heart as he offered his other hand out to you.
“May I have this dance?” he asked, a hint of playfulness to his voice.
Your cheeks felt warm as you awkwardly cleared your throat. “I have two left feet” you explained. “I’ve never been taught a proper waltz.”
Wriothesley’s patient smile still tugged at the corners of his lips as he wriggled his fingers, trying to entice you to take his hand. “I can teach you. Just stand on my feet and I’ll do the rest.”
His suggestion makes you quickly shake your head from side to side, a timid look passing over your features as you shyly avert your gaze. “I’ll just squish your toes” you lamented. “I’m too heavy.”
The despondent tone of your voice only makes him worry. With the patience of a saint, he slowly reaches for your hands, making you drop your book as he wraps his large hands around your wrists and pulls you to your feet. Your surprised squeal quickly pivots into warm laughter bubbling up your throat as Wriothesley twirls your plump figure in a circle, strong arms catching you around your plump waist and pulling you closer until your chests are touching. You have to crane your neck back to look up at him, his ice blue eyes glimmering like crystals as he stares back at you. His thick arms wrap around your soft waist as he easily lifts you and hoists you until your feet are planted firmly on top of his. You shuffle awkwardly, scared that you’re too heavy to be standing on top of his toes like this but Wriothesley casts all doubt from your mind.
“You’re not a burden. Just follow my lead. You’ll be fine.”
His strong arms squeeze your plump waist as you reach up and coil your arms around his neck, fingers tangling in the baby hairs lining the nape of his neck as he leads you in a close, intimate dance. His heavy boots tap rhythmically against the floor as he slowly dances with you along to the soft melody, a smile playing on his lips as the tension slowly eases from your shoulders. Your soft body squishes under his touch as he spins you in place, eliciting a warm smile from your soft features. Only for you to erupt with laughter as he suddenly dips your body before wrenching you upright once more.
“See look at that, you’re a natural” Wriothesley chimes as he spins you once more.
You hum softly, eyes occasionally glancing at the placement of your feet. “It’s because you’re a good teacher.”
Wriothesley softly snorts in response, holding you closer as you both indulge in the dance just a little longer.
Zhongli:
You were dead tired after a long, hard day at work. A warm bath soaking in essential oils was a welcome treat and you simply melted into a warm puddle of goo as you relaxed your weary, plump body in the warm waters. Zhongli joined you as well, but not in the tub. Instead, he sat by the porcelain rim, helping to wash and detangle your hair of any knots. He even helped wash your back as you recounted the day's events, his deep voice calm and soothing to your ears as he washed your hair of any remaining soap suds.
“And the worst part?” you added at the end of your story. “I get to do it all again tomorrow.”
A warm chuckle breezed past Zhongli’s lips, his rich voice sending a pleasant tingle down your spine as he carded his fingers through your damp hair. He leaned forward, pressing his lips to the side of your temple and making you purr in content as the firm touch of his hands eased the aches and pains in your sore muscles.
“You’ll survive, dear” he replied. “You’re strong.”
You lapped up his attention eagerly, practically glowing with content. You soaked in the tub for a little longer, only considering getting out when your skin started to prune from being in the water for so long. Zhongli noticed too and he stood up to fetch your towel, his voice echoing off the tiled walls as it cut through the wisps of steaming stemming from your bath.
“I believe it's time for you to get out now, dear.”
You hummed in agreement as Zhongli’s shadow fell over you, small ripples dancing along the water’s edge as you tucked your knees closer to your chest. It wasn’t that you were reluctant to get out, but your legs felt like the consistency of jelly and you didn’t know if you’d be able to stand without some semblance of pain lancing through your nerves.
“I don’t think I can get up” you said.
You were only half joking. You really weren’t sure. You still weren’t keen on getting out. But Zhongli did not scold or reprimand you, telling you that you were exaggerating or rolling his eyes at your antics. He pursed his lips as he hummed thoughtfully, the sleeves of his crisp white shirt rolled past his elbows to expose the gold and amber engraved into his strong arms.
“Then I’ll just pick you up myself.”
You only just registered his words as he reached into the tub, arms looping under your armpits when he was suddenly lifting you. With a surprised squeak you followed his movements, standing on shaky legs only to have them swept out from underneath you in the next instance. Your head was slightly dizzy as your plump thighs rested over Zhongli’s arm, the other looped around your soft middle as he effortlessly lifted you out of the tub, water sloshing and spilling over the lip of the tub to wet the tiled floor below. You knew Zhongli was strong and he had picked you up several times before, but it never failed to make you swoon when he handled you like your weight was not a burden to him. You were dripping wet in his arms but he didn’t seem to mind the contact of your soft body as he placed you down on an old, wooden chair that was seated in the corner of the bathroom. You were only shivering for a few, brief seconds before Zhongli wrapped your big, fluffy towel around your plump body, placing another on top of your head as he assisted you with drying your hair.
You stayed nice and still for him as he ran the towel through your hair, massaging his fingers through the damp strands as he scratched a pleasant itch along your scalp. You peeked up at him beneath the towel once he was done, a little smile dancing on your lips as your eyes shimmered with amusement. He cocked his head to the side, waiting patiently for you to speak.
“Can you carry me back to bed too?” you asked.
It was more of a suggestion. A hopeful suggestion. And to your delight Zhongli nodded along, placing a chaste kiss on your forehead.
“I can do that, little love.”
Boothill:
You noticed that you had been gaining weight recently. And that revelation made you feel miserable. Boothill started to notice your shift in mood as well. It was particularly concerning to your cyborg space cowboy when he noticed you picking at your food one day, a sullen look weighing down your features as you poked and prodded your food with the tip of your fork. He was sure he hadn’t seen you take a bite yet.
“What’s wrong, darling?” Boothill asked, mechanical voice whirring with concern from the other side of the table.
Your gaze flickered over to him, the chair he was sitting in creaking when he leaned forward. You shook your head as your gaze travelled back to your plate of food.
“It’s nothing” you denied, voice despondent.
“Ah fiddlesticks, don’t say it ain’t nothing darl. You’ve barely touched your food. Come on, you can tell ol’ Boothill what’s got you so down in the dumps.”
So you tell him. You lament to him how you’ve noticed your recent weight gain and how it is making you feel miserable. You can’t bring yourself to eat. Food doesn’t bring you joy anymore. Eating just means you’re going to gain more weight. Boothill only interjects when you start comparing yourself to other people who have perfect, flawless bodies and how you could never hope to achieve something like that.
“Hold up doll” Boothill said, brows pinched together in a fierce look. “Has anyone been saying something about your weight? Because I’ll go and get the muddlefudger and give ‘em a real good shake down.”
And you reply that no, no one has been saying anything to your face about it. But Boothill could still see the sadness lingering in your stare and it made him draw you into his arms. You resist at first when he tugs on your wrists, but with enough gentle coaxing you get up from your seat and make your way over to Boothill. You fall into his lap as he loops an arm around your plump waist, his other metal hand resting on your back as you balance yourself on his knee.
“Hey sweet pea, you’re not doing yourself any favours by stressing about it” Boothill said, his voice soft.
You hummed in response, still weepy eyed and looking miserable. It only made Boothill want to coddle you further. He tipped your chin in his direction, the cold bite of his metal fingers on your warm skin only stinging briefly before the cool touch started to heat up from the warmth of your skin.
“Now I know I could tell you not to worry about it until the cows come home and you’ll think I’m full of hogwash. But you’re the prettiest person I know and ain’t nothing gonna change that. It doesn’t matter to me if you gained a little weight. Hell, you need me to pick you up like last time and prove that I can still toss you around?”
His words eventually started to sink in the more he talked and that last part made you snort a little. Boothill was beaming that he finally was able to at least make you smile a fraction. He squeezed your soft waist, running his hand along the ridges of your spine as you settled more comfortably in his lap.
“Come on darl. You’ve got to eat. And if you’re still upset about all this later? We’ll work something out, I promise.”
Aalto
You had been feeling down a bit lately and Aalto started to notice your sullen mood. When he asked you what was wrong one day, on a warm spring day where the flowers were just starting to bloom once more, you told him what was wrong.
“I think I’ve been gaining weight again” you lamented, eyes downcast and shy as you avoided looking at your boyfriend.
A thoughtful hum stirred in the back of Aalto’s throat as he peered at you beneath the rim of his sunglasses. “Are you sure? Here, let me check.”
You barely register his words in your head, a soft “huh?” falling from your parted lips as Aalto waltzed over to you, wrapped his arms around your plump waist and lifted you up. You barely had time to brace yourself, hands scrambling for purchase on his sturdy shoulders as he held you aloft with ease, arms hugged tight around your soft waist as he flashed you a cheeky grin.
“Nah, you weigh the same to me” Aalto replied. “Light as a feather.”
A soft snort stirred in the back of your throat and you started to smile at his goofy attitude. Aalto was obviously impressed with himself, preening under your attention as you fondly shook your head, rotten thoughts dispelled as you pinched his cheeks until they were cherry red.
“You’re such a charmer” you playfully bit. “And a bit of a dork.”
Aalto playfully wriggled his eyebrows as you cupped his warm cheeks. “Yeah, but I’m your dork, hun.”
You couldn’t help but lean in and kiss him stupid.
Yinlin
Yinlin’s lap is reserved for you and you alone. Whenever you’re having a particularly bad day or whenever you start complaining that you’re just a tad too heavy, she’s immediately pulling you to her lap to coddle you. She babies you a little as she wraps her arms around your plump waist and balances you on her knees. She means well as she pinches your chubby, round cheeks between her fingers and tugs until you are smiling at her, giggling shyly as you playfully swat her hands away. Yinlin is good at weaving her words, validating your feelings and making you feel desired despite your complex relationship with your body image and weight. You feel pleasant tingles run along your spine as her fingers dance along your back, drawing soothing patterns into your body as she gives your soft waist a squeeze.
“Don’t beat yourself up, sweet thing” she coos. “I think you’re perfect, just the way you are. And no one can tell you otherwise. Not even you sweetie.”
You give her a bashful smile and nod, playing with the long strands of vibrant red hair as you silently start to knot braids into the silky smooth wisps, making yourself comfortable as Yinlin let you stay in her lap for a little while longer.
Gepard
You were running through the streets of Belobog, very, very late to a meet up with Serval. You were hoping, praying, that you weren’t going to be scolded for your tardiness as you rushed through the streets, dodging and weaving past people as you rushed to her workshop. Unfortunately for you, just as you reached the front door, you slipped on some ice in your haste, the heels of your boots making a terrible, shrieking noise that grated against your ears as you skidded. But fortunately for you, you ran straight into Gepard just as he left his sister’s workshop and if it wasn’t for his quick thinking, you would have smashed your face into the pavement.
Your head was spinning as Gepard caught you and saved you from a nasty fall, his strong arms wrapped tight around your plump waist as he held you aloft and completely halted your momentum. You swear you went cross eyed from the abrupt stop, your gut lurching and you felt like you were about to choke on the raggard breath that got lodged in your throat. You were panting like you were currently fighting for your life, your legs aching something fierce from having sprinted all the way from the other side of Belobog just to get here. You groaned in pain and squirmed in Gepard’s hold.
“Woah easy there” he said, arms squeezed tight around your soft waist as he continued to hold you. “Slow down and take a deep breath.”
You were both stunned from what just happened and unbeknownst to you, Serval was snickering at you both from the doorway, subtly reaching for her phone to take a sneaky picture of you two both in the moment. You absentmindedly pat Gepard’s arm as he helps to put you the right way up, yet he still refused to let you go easily as he examined you head to toe for any sign of injury.
“Are you alright?” he asked. “Are you hurt?”
You shook your head. “I’m fine, Gepard. Thanks for catching me.”
“You need to be careful. You shouldn’t be running through the streets like that” Gepard lightly reprimanded.
You opened your mouth to say something but you swallowed your words when you realised that he was still holding you off the ground in his big, strong arms. It was like your weight meant nothing to him and you were starting to swoon from the sight. Your head was spinning again for a different reason.
“Um, hey Gepard?” you asked, interrupting his small tirade about safety as you timidly licked your lips. “Can you please put me down?”
It took a long moment before Gepard realised just exactly how he was holding you and that you were a tad flustered because of it. He immediately apologised, stumbling over his words as he carefully placed your feet back on the ground. You hummed in appreciation, sparing him a sheepish smile as you straightened your clothes out. Serval snickered from the doorway again, a little louder this time and you both heard it this time as she playfully waved her phone, the screen displaying the awkward moment in clear, high pixel resolution. She crowed about it the entire week, calling you the cutest couple she had ever laid her eyes upon.
Jiyan
“Is something the matter?” Jiyan asked.
His question caught you off guard and the first thing to fall from your mouth was a very undignified:
“Huh?”
He’s not perturbed by your response. He actually thinks it’s a little endearing the way you had been caught in a seemingly peaceful daydream as you blinked owlishly up at him, the flutter of your lashes over your round, chubby cheeks an adorable sight that he smiled fondly at. He politely cleared his throat and started again.
“I’ve noticed you stealing glances at me for quite some time now” he explained. “Is everything alright?”
You feel your cheeks get warm under his soft gaze and you can’t help but fiddle with the flaking skin around your nails as a small distraction. You obviously hadn’t been subtle enough with the longing glances you had sent his way, staring at him for longer than was probably appropriate but given how intimate you already were with the General, he didn’t take offence to it. It looked like you had something on your mind as he patiently waited for you to carefully pick the words out of your brain and form a coherent response.
“I was just thinking…” you started. “I…have a request.”
You stole another glance at him, feeling your cheeks get hotter by the second as you squirmed on the spot and let your thoughts come tumbling out.
“I…Can you-Could you please pick me up in your arms?”
Jiyan stared at you in mild surprise, the request not at all what he was expecting. Before he even got the chance to respond, you immediately cut him off, waving your hands in the air as you tried to swat the words out of the air and dismiss the request.
“I’m sorry, that probably sounded a little weird. It’s just I let my thoughts wander but you don’t have to do it if you’re not comfortable” you rambled, going off on a tangent like you needed to give a satisfactory explanation for your behaviour. “Just ignore it, I know it’s a strange request and you-”
You only stop short when you realize Jiyan was standing right in front of you and bundling you into his arms without a second thought. You squeaked loudly, every muscle in your body locking up as Jiyan easily picked you up in a bridal carry, your plump legs thrown over his arm while he hooks the over around your soft waist. You stared up at him in a daze, words stuck in your throat as you stared at his handsome face as he offered you a kind smile.
“Like this?” he asked.
You swallowed the nervous lump in your throat as you started to nod your head vigorously in agreement. He made it look so effortless and you felt weightless being held in his arms like this; a complete dream come true.
Xiao
“Are you coming?” Xiao called down at you from atop the roof of Wangshu Inn.
You nodded in response as you slowly climbed the winding branches interwoven throughout the humble inn. Dusk was just settling in and tonight was going to be a clear night. Perfect for sitting under the stars and gazing at them for hours on end. A small huff puffed passed your plump lips as you reached for the next branch, pulling yourself up as you neared the shingled rooftops. Xiao stared down at you from above, his lips pressed into a tight, thin line as he took keen observation over your footfalls. You insisted that you could climb up here yourself and that Xiao didn’t need to use his teleporting capabilities to whisk you up. It was partial because whenever he did use that ability on you, it left you feeling nauseous for several, terrible minutes.
He was only able to stand watching you clamber up for barely a minute before he vaulted over the edge and decided to help you up himself. It’s not that you couldn’t do it by yourself, you were capable. It’s just he couldn’t think of all the possible cuts and splinters you would get, blemishes on your soft body that he highly adored. The thought irked him enough that he decided to help you the rest of the way. He wordlessly landed beside you and before you could get a word out, Xiao wrapped his arms around your plump waist and hoisted you up before he took a mighty leap and landed back on the rooftop.
Your head was spinning but in a pleasant way as Xiao slowly lowered you back down until you were standing back on your feet. You offered him a shy smile, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.
“Thank you.”
“Don’t mention it.”
The sunset was gorgeous from where you were standing and as you admired the view, Xiao gently grabbed your wrist and guided you to sit down. Only for you to fall into his lap as he purposefully tugged you down on top of him until you were firmly seated on top of his legs. You figured Xiao must have been in a good mood if he was being so bold with you and the thought made you feel a little warm and fuzzy on the inside. He silently wrapped his arms around your soft waist once more, tugging you closer as he hooked his chin on your shoulder and watched the sunset with you.
⇢ ˗ˏˋ important note: Mortefi might be a little ooc, I forced myself to write for him for you guys... also none of my posts are proofread or anything the like
⇢ ˗ˏˋ a/n: thank you for all the likes and reblogs on the previous post! I really didn't expect that much support on my first post ever!
masterlist
Yinlin:
In all honesty, Yinlin is not that big of a cuddling person
Sure she hugs you, but she is more the kind of person to have you lay your head down on her lap, or the other way around
also big on holding hands
like very big on holding hands
will drag you around anywhere, holding your hand clinging onto it like her life depends on it
also forehead kisses omll
kiss here kiss there kiss on top of your head
if she is taller than you, os that she has to bend down to give you a kiss on the lips, she will make you ask for one
she just likes to hear that you like her kisses okay
Rover (female):
she plays with your hair
anywhere and everywhere there is a hand in your hair
or head pats SHE IS HUGE ON HEAD PATS
she is kind of really protective of you, so hand holding as well to make sure you don’t get lost
when you guys are sitting down somewhere she always has her head on your shoulder
she crawls your back. Yes she does, let me dream.
imagine you and her sitting somewhere in Jinzhou at night, her head on your shoulder and a hand traveling (rovering) over your back AAA
she is attached to you, because she loves you, and she is scared of ending up alone so how bout y’all glue each other together
Jinhsi:
let’s face it, she doesn’t know how to initiate any physical contact
and she is scared of making you uncomfortable
except for, once again, holding hands
she loves to hold your hand as a reminder that you’re still there
but other than that you’re going to have to initiate the physical contact
don’t get me wrong, she definitely wants to hug your or so, but she is just kind of scared
she very clearly remembers the first time you hugged her from behind, and ever since, she started doing it too
very rarely has a chance to relax, so cuddling is going to be an utterly rare occasion
you guys basically live off of kisses on the cheeks from each other
Calcharo:
does NOT hug you. or touch you.
I am not kidding at the start of your relationship it’s like he’s allergic to you (omg guys should I write an enemies to lovers calcharo fic??)
you have to start all the physical contact in your relationship
when you at first hug him, he is STIFF AS A BOARD.
he does not move away, and does not say anything. Just stands there like he was frozen
also your first kiss with him AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
you were contemplating if you should do it at all, but you just ended up giving him a kiss on the cheek
he did start blushing, and he couldn’t even look at you. He also didn’t say anything. No reaction whatsoever and you even thought he was mad at you
until he gave you a kiss on the cheek as well and that was basically the beginning of physical touch being normalized for you two
Aalto:
IS IN FACT GLUED TO YOU
does not let go of you, unless he absolutely has to
always has like an arm around your waist
also absolutely, 100%, definitely, shows you off
you’re his most prized possession, what can I say?
he definitely give you piggy back rides. He started doing it with encore, and now he is giving them to you as well
he has this random habit of placing his hand on your back, when he wants to keep moving
he probably cannot sit still, UNLESS, you fall asleep in his arms or so
bro turns into a statue, and you have the best sleep of your entire life
Rover (male):
not as protective as female rover, but still always has an eye on you
both of them hold your hand, argue with the wall
also likes to put his hand around you, and on your shoulder
can I please say that he definitely hugs you a lot
like A LOT
also the moment you show signs of being even slightly exhausted from anything, he hoists you up into his arms and you’re being carried
and you can’t even talk him out of it
does it count as affectionate physical contact if he gives you boosts, so that you don’t have to climb as much?
the princess treatment is unreal
Jiyan:
he is always on the go, there is barely any time for physical contact
kisses on the lips are mandatory and there is no way around them
not like anybody would want to skip a kiss on the lips from Jiyan
if you guys are sleeping in one bed together, he is clinging to you
like you’re a teddybear
I’m so serious when I tell you that you cannot get out of his grip when he is cuddling with you
also carries you bridal style, whenever he is given the chance
HUGS FROM BEHIND AND KISSES ON THE BACK OF YOUR KNECK
also he buries his face in the crook of you neck
Mortefi:
also does not touch you
almost kind of refuses to
the first time that you give him a hug, he is literally APPALLED.
like who dares to enter my personal space??? (everyone who is in a two meter distance of him enters his personal space apparently)
he brushes that hug off and pretends it doesn’t happen
until he starts thinking about that hug. A lot.
and then one day when you hug him again, he even pats you (kind of awkwardly) on the back!
but it’s not like he would ever ask for a hug from you… or a kiss…
Aalto x reader, afab!reader, oral sex (f! receiving), cunnilingus? Low key, idk I'm making this up as i go along and I'm hella rusty, semi public sex (y'all are in some club bathroom... In my head anyways). I LOVE THIS MAN SO MUCH BUT THE WRITERS BLOCK IS INSANE SO IT'S PROBABLY BAD SORRY. Also, low key picturing chubby!reader for this one... He def kisses ur thighs idc
Those silver strands gleam brightly under the fluorescent lighting of the bathroom. Cold tiles digging into your back, one leg thrown over aalto's shoulder so he could kneel between them easier.
Your fingers tug at his hair, drawing him in closer to where his talented tongue had been working it's magic on your core. The sensation makes him growl, those golden eyes flicking up,. "Easy there, 'ma."
His fingers dig into the outside of your thigh, his eyes closing as he digs back in. The slick sounds of his tongue on clit echo through the space, redoubling his efforts.
You gasp, back arching into him. Sensitive, reacting to his touch. His tongue drags, broad strokes from your entrance to your clit, before switching to messy circles on that sensitive nub.
Irregular, keeping you on your toes.
"A-aalto-" you gasp, feeling that tell tale tightening in your gut. Your fingers tugging ever more at those silver roots.
He doesn't speak up, not with words. But that talented tongue focuses in on your clit, free hand raising two fingers to trace over your entrance. Pushing in with a little squelch.
The guests outside this room most definitely knew what was happening, no thanks to the loud whimpers he's pulling from your lips.
And, well, the moment you cum isn't quiet either. You're practically choking down moans of his name. Body tensing, shaking and coming apart on his lips.
And he's simply growling his own satisfaction into you, fingers tightening further into the plush of your thigh. He slips his fingers free from you to instead press down on your navel, pinning you so that wicked tongue can spell out his name on your clit.
wuthering waves ⇢ YOU DECIDE TO SLEEP ON THE COUCH AFTER AN ARGUMENT
ft. aalto & mortefi (separate)
note: first set of headcanons with paragraph breaks because i got too carried away that they turned into full fics lmao anyways it wasn’t really an argument in mortefi’s but like. the spirit of the prompt is still there <3 — not proofread !!
you’re in the kitchen with a cup in hand and your nightly tea down to its last few sips, when you finally hear the front door open, signalling AALTO’s arrival. from a distance, you can make out the shuffling of his shoes as he takes them off. then he’s calling out your name.
“i’m here,” you answer back.
his golden eyes light up at the sight of you followed by his signature smirk that tugs at the corners of his lips. normally, it would’ve made you swoon but it’s been like this for the past two nights—you feeling worried and sick to your stomach from waiting for him to come home just for him to arrive late in the evening with no explanation. all lax and breezy like it’s no big deal.
but you’re not having it tonight.
“where have you been?” you ask, voice restrained to the best of your abilities so you don’t sound accusatory.
“i had to meet up with a client. it ran longer than i expected.”
“would it have taken so much of your time to send me one text?” you try your best to sound benign but a sharpness in your tone still slips out and it stops aalto in his tracks. “or did you forget that someone was waiting for you at home?”
“i told you not to wait up for me,” aalto retorts, starting to sound defensive and your scoff at his response only adds fuel to the fire. his patience is quickly running thin and he knows it’s the exhaustion seeping into him physically and mentally that’s making him act like this. still, he can’t help but snap. “you’ve known about my job since you met me. why are you questioning me now?”
there’s an immediate silence that follows.
“wow…” stunned by his argument, you simply gulp the rest of your drink before turning away from him. “sorry for wondering if my boyfriend is still fucking alive.”
the finality in your words reels aalto back to his senses but before he can stop you from walking away, you’ve already retreated to your bedroom.
aalto runs a hand through his hair, tugging at his silver locks in frustration as he curses himself. he waits for you to come out of the room so he can properly apologize. when he realizes you won’t, he heads to the bathroom for what’s supposed to be just a quick shower.
staring blankly at a wall, he’s stood still under the cool water in an attempt to wash away the icky feeling in his gut as he recalls the words he spat and left a bitter taste in his mouth. for a moment, he thinks the cold shower is effective until he shuts it off. now without the soft thuds of water hitting the bathroom floor and drowning out the voice in his head, his mind spirals once again with thoughts of you.
aalto puts on his clothes in a hurry, hoping you’re still up. he’s going to fix this before the days ends.
however, when he exits the bathroom, his initial plan is soon forgotten. you’re already back in the living room, setting up a makeshift bed on the couch. he doesn’t even think twice before vanishing into mist and reappearing on the cushion before you can make yourself comfortable.
you only look at him, unimpressed. your silence prompts him to speak first. “what’s all this?”
you assume his question to be rhetorical but aalto doesn’t move an inch until you answer him, “it’s late. i just want to sleep.”
“the bed’s more comfortable,” he reasons with you. his knack for persuasion has never failed him but this time, it’s ineffective. he hastily adds, “i can sleep here. besides, i have to leave first thing in the morning. i wouldn’t want to wake you up.”
“another client?” the bluntness in your tone is enough to make aalto wince, immediately reminded of your argument. “all the more reason for you to take the bed then. gotta make sure you’re well-rested.”
still, he doesn’t get off the couch. you sigh. “aalto, i’m tired.”
“then let’s go to bed,” aalto pleads. “baby, please…”
“we’ll talk tomorrow.”
when aalto realizes you won’t budge, he finally lets out a defeated sigh and vacates the couch. “okay… good night.”
“good night,” you say without looking at him. from your periphery, you can see him taking small and slow steps to your bedroom as if waiting for you to change your mind. you don’t.
the hours that pass aren’t too serene. apart from your heated argument replaying in your head, aalto walks out of the room from time to time for various reasons—excuses, rather. you know that’s his indirect way of checking if you’re still awake.
on the first hour, he “needed to use the bathroom.”
an hour later, he shuffled to the kitchen for a glass of water because he “was thirsty.” but it was still a failed attempt to get a reaction out of you.
now, it’s the third hour and aalto once again emerges from the bedroom but this time, he doesn’t seem to have an alibi. he simply lingers by the door as he gauges your mood. you’ve never seen him look so uncertain that for a second, you forget about your fight. “why are you still up?”
“so are you.”
you don’t reply to that but the tension in the air seems to have dissipated so aalto gathers the courage to approach you. he takes the spot on the center table right in front of you despite the large space on the sofa. he’s still assessing the situation but to his relief, when he takes your hand, you let him.
“i’m sorry,” he begins, soft but sincere, “what i said… that was a shitty thing to say. i was tired and i know that’s not an excuse. i didn’t mean any of it. i swear.”
you don’t answer right away as you ponder over your response. “i know you can’t tell me much about your work and i’m not asking you to. i don’t need to know what you do or who you’re with because i trust you. i just want to hear from you when you’re gone the whole day so i know you’re okay.” you briefly pause to release a shaky breath as you feel the tears well up in your eyes. when you speak again, the words come out weaker. “i just need to know you’re safe.”
you’ve been stellar at keeping your tears at bay but as soon as aalto wraps you in his arms, the dam breaks and your worries from the past few nights finally find it release through your sobs. aalto whispers into your hair, “i know. i’m so sorry.”
you stay that way for a bit, crying and relieving yourself of anxiety in his embrace as he continuously mutters apologies and assurances. when you finally calm down, aalto pulls away slightly, his hands finding purchase on your face as his thumbs gently swipe across your tear-stained cheeks.
“tell you what,” he says, his tone still tender but there’s a lightness to it now and the mischievous glint in his eye is ignited once again. “when all of this is over, i’ll tell you all about it. down to the smallest details, even if it takes me all night. after all, verbal tea is just as good as herbal, am i right?”
you giggle at his familiar cheekiness, the sound all nasal and wet but it’s the happiest you’ve felt in days. “where did you learn that?”
“i heard it from one of the kids in encore’s storybook club.” aalto’s genuine response gets a cackle out of you and it’s only then it hits him that this is the first time he’s heard your laughter since he got home tonight. completely powerless to the sudden urge to kiss you, he doesn’t even put up a fight and crashes his mouth onto yours. when he feels you smile against his lips, he whispers, “i missed that.”
“shit!” you accidentally spill tea on the papers on MORTEFI’s desk, prompting him to immediately get up before the drink can drip onto his coat.
you assumed he was going to pull another all-nighter, as he had been doing the previous nights, hunched over his table in the corner of your shared bedroom—only taking short breaks when he needed a quick meal, a quick nap, or a quick trip to the bathroom.
it was already late in the afternoon and mortefi has yet to express any signs that his work was close to completion so you decided you wanted to do something nice for him.
well, now you’re certain that his tasks are nowhere near done.
“i’m so so sorry,” you squeak out as mortefi salvages what he can from his work.
“i’ll take care of it,” he says without sparing you a glance but you insist.
“i’ll clean it up.”
this time, he looks at you.
“just go,” he utters, not hostile but clipped. you know that tone too well—this isn’t up for discussion. all you can do is leave, eyes brimmed with tears and your heart with guilt.
a few hours pass and he’s barely left the room. you also haven’t checked if he needed anything. in fact, you haven’t spoken to him since.
it’s close to midnight when you gently knock on your bedroom door before entering with caution, “i’ll just grab my things.”
mortefi looks up at the sound of your voice but maybe it’s the fatigue finally catching up to him because he doesn’t process your words right away, only following your movement with his eyes. when he realizes you’re reaching for your pillows and blanket, something in his brain finally clicks. “what are you doing?”
“i’m going to sleep on the couch,” you reply without looking at him as you pretend to busy yourself with your beddings.
“why?”
“you’ve been really busy. i don’t want to distract you.”
“i’m almost done,” he tells you. you finally look at him, bracing yourself for the moment he mentions the chunk of his research that you ruined but he doesn’t. it’s as if the very thing that’s been eating at you barely crossed his mind afterwards.
you only mutter a meek okay. but after a short stretch of silence, you speak again, “did you have to redo everything?”
with the feebleness lacing your voice, mortefi suddenly becomes fully aware of your body language—save for the pillow in your arms, you’re basically hugging yourself. like you’d hide from him if you could. that makes him get up on his feet en route to you.
as the distance between you gradually shrinks, you mumble, “i can help rewrite your notes.”
it’s a lame offer, you know it, but how else can you possibly make it up to him when you barely have any knowledge on his expertise? heck, even at times he explains his research in layman’s terms, it still doesn’t make it all any easier for you to comprehend.
the instant mortefi reaches you, he takes the cushion acting as a barrier between your bodies and tosses it back onto the bed. soon, you’re pulled into his comforting embrace. “it was an accident. it’s okay.”
knowing mortefi, he rarely grants his colleagues the privilege of being treated with such level of leniency and patience. and you would’ve found it funny how uncharacteristic it was of him to speak those words had it not been you who caused the accident.
“i’m sorry,” you mutter, unable to steady the quiver in your voice. you feel mortefi’s hand runs up and down your back at a soothing pace. “i should’ve been more careful.”
“it’s okay,” he repeats, “it was just a few pages.”
“are you sure?”
“yes.”
“you’re not mad anymore?”
“i never was,” he assures you, slightly pulling away so he’s looking at you directly. he feels a pang in his chest at the sight of your watery eyes. “it’s just been really hectic lately and i’m trying to meet a deadline. i’m sorry i took it out on you.”
still ridden with guilt, you can hardly tell if the pensiveness in his visage is from exhaustion, disappointment, or just his face. “you still look upset.”
“well, i’m not exactly ecstatic about it.” there’s no bite in his tone but nevertheless, the honesty stings and mortefi doesn’t miss the way you deflate at his words. he pulls you back into his arms and flush against his body, pressing a tender kiss on the top of your head in an attempt to ease your nerves then he reiterates, “i’m not upset.”
“promise?” your words are muffled as you nuzzle into him.
“i promise.”
“okay. but i am serious about rewriting your notes.”
you feel the rumble of mortefi’s chest against your cheek when he chuckles. “i never said i wasn’t going to take you up on that offer.”
Hello there! May I request a self-aware WuWa where the player tends to make random noises whenever the character is in low health and is trying their best to keep them alive?
As for characters, Rover and any two other people of your choice.
That's all!
Ooo, this interesting! Coming right up, Anon! I'll just do two characters for your request (Rover is one of them). Hope you enjoy! :)
SAWUWA: Reader Being Grinding Hard FR
(Warning: Might be OOC!)
Rover
First time Rover heard you do it, you were grinding for echoes. It just so happened that Rover was a bit under-levelled at the time and you didn't have the sufficient materials to level them up, so you had to do what you had to do.
Improvisation was not on your side today. You almost killed Rover thirty times now. Frowning, you're putting on your gaming cap. To Rover? They find the grunts little unhappy noises you make a little adorable, aside from the fact they're always close to death whenever they happen (at least you take care of them, right?)
"Phew...That was close..." Rover chuckles as you head offline. "But the new grunt this time was interesting."
Rover supports your small habit 100%—Bc in turn that just proves you're trying to keep them alive :D
Aalto
Bro finds your habit funny but endearing. Similar to Rover, he understands whenever this happens, your concentration on keeping Aalto alive spikes over 100%. He appreciates it, because he does not want to be the one to skim all the details in front of Encore (her puppy eyes can kill him too)
Really, though, he finds it hilarious. One aggressive blow Aalto takes equals a very low and unhappy growl coming out of your throat, almost like you could scare the enemy away.
"Pft...Awh, how I wish I could've recorded the entire thing...For work purposes, obviously." To the Black Shores, you may be the key to helping eliminate the Lament and the Waveworn Phenomenon permanently.
Yes, Aalto is using this as an excuse to examine you further—it's technically a win-win, because the Black Shores get the info they want, and he gets his short-lived entertainment in a life-death situation. All is good (he says that you panic over keeping the dude alive)!
Ghost Rebel Side Notes: This isn't my best work tbh. My motivation for Wuwa has been decreasing and I'm not entirely sure why. I skipped Changli's companion quest, and I still haven't finished Xiangli Yao & Zhezhi's Companion Quests.
That aside, my motivation has really decreased this month. I've deleted most of the things in my mailbox, so there are high chances that you will have to resend your request. Apologies for that! I'll try to get on a productivity grind 🙏
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