Various genshin impact men being silly while drunk. (includes: childe, kaeya, diluc, kazuha, itto, ayato, thoma, wriothesley, zhongli)
Childe
It’s rare for you to see Ajax actually drunk. He’s usually too careful, too practiced in keeping himself sharp for missions and appearances. But tonight, with the weight of Fatui business lifted for a few hours and you by his side, he’s had a little too much wine.
He leans across the tavern table, cheeks flushed and eyes glassy with that mischievous spark. “Can you be my girlfriend?”
You blink at him. “…Ajax. I already am.”
His mouth drops open like you’ve just gifted him a miracle. “You are?!” He throws his arms around your shoulders, nearly knocking the empty bottle onto the floor. “Oh, lucky me! I must be the happiest man in Teyvat! Do you know how long I’ve dreamed about you saying yes?”
You laugh, patting his back. “About two years ago, when you asked the first time?”
He pulls back, frowning in exaggerated shock. “Wait. Don’t tell me this is a dream. Because if it is, I’ll just have to—” He clenches his fist dramatically— “punch the dream until it’s real!”
“Ajax, that’s not how dreams work.”
“It is in Snezhnaya.”
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Kaeya
You were only supposed to be sharing a quiet drink with Kaeya at the tavern. Somehow, three drinks became six, and Kaeya’s usual smooth composure is… looser now, his smirk lazier, his laugh louder.
He leans heavily against the bar counter, gazing upward. “Oh, look at the stars! Ursa Major… so beautiful.”
You follow his line of sight, only to deadpan. “Kaeya, we’re inside. Those are ceiling lights.”
He tilts his head, long lashes fluttering as though he’s truly considering your words. Then, with a grin, he props his chin in his palm. “Then I must say… Mondstadt’s interior decorators are criminally underrated. Almost as dazzling as you.”
You snort into your drink. “You flirt like this sober, too. What’s your excuse now?”
“My excuse,” he says smoothly, though his hiccup ruins the effect, “is that wine makes me honest.”
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Diluc
Diluc doesn’t drink much. In fact, he usually avoids it. But Kaeya had been in one of his pestering moods, and against all odds, the brooding owner of Dawn Winery had agreed to join in. Three glasses later, he is swaying slightly in his seat, brows furrowed like a scolded child.
You stand to leave for just a moment. “I’m going to the restroom.”
His hand shoots out, gripping your sleeve with surprising desperation. “Please don’t leave me!”
You freeze. “Diluc, I’ll be gone for two minutes.”
His red eyes widen, glassy and dramatic. “Two minutes is long enough for tragedy to strike.”
You raise an eyebrow. “What kind of tragedy could possibly happen in two minutes?”
He leans forward, voice low and serious. “…You might not come back.”
You sigh. “Diluc, do you want to come with me?”
He nods solemnly. “Yes.”
“…No.”
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Kazuha
The night air is cool, carrying the smell of sea salt. You sit with Kazuha on a grassy hill, a bottle of sake long since emptied beside you. He’s lying flat on his back, watching the drifting clouds, an uncharacteristic grin plastered on his face.
Suddenly, he lifts his arm above him and lets it flop uselessly to the side. “My arm is floppy. I’m like a puppet.”
You laugh. “You’re supposed to be a disciplined swordsman, Kazuha.”
“Disciplined puppet,” he corrects, rolling onto his side to look at you, his eyes bright in the moonlight. “Would you still travel with me if I were just… strings and wood?”
You tilt your head, pretending to consider. “Hm. Only if you recited poetry in a funny puppet voice.”
Kazuha bursts into laughter, clutching his stomach. “Then I’d be the happiest puppet alive.”
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Zhongli
Zhongli rarely indulges in wine, but tonight Hu Tao had insisted he “live a little,” and the usually composed consultant has… softened.
You sit with him on a bench, the glow of Liyue Harbor’s lanterns surrounding you. He gazes at one of the posts nearby, eyes distant and thoughtful. “You look almost as pretty as this moon.”
You follow his gaze. “…Zhongli, that’s a street lamp.”
He hums, lips quirking slightly. “Indeed. And yet, somehow… you are almost as pretty as that.”
You blink at him. “…Are you seriously comparing me to a lamp?”
He nods sagely, like he’s reciting scripture. “A lamp, too, guides the lost traveler home.”
You pinch the bridge of your nose. “Drunk Zhongli is just poetic nonsense with worse metaphors.”
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Wriothesley
You never thought you’d see Wriothesley drunk, but someone smuggled strong wine into the Fortress, and he hadn’t refused. Now, sitting across from you, he’s slouched in his chair, arms crossed, looking far too pleased with himself.
“Have you ever thought about penguins?” he asks suddenly.
You choke on your drink. “…Penguins?”
“Yeah.” He points at you, deadly serious but clearly tipsy. “I think we should think more about penguins. They’re small, stubborn, walk around looking like they’re wearing suits…” He grins. “Kinda like me, right?”
You burst into laughter, nearly crying. “You are never living this down.”
“Good,” he says, resting his chin on his hand. “Then I’ll be your favorite penguin forever.”
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Arataki Itto
Itto is not new to being drunk. He is new, however, to realizing he’s dislocated his shoulder mid-drinking game.
“Let’s go play baseball!” he bellows, holding an empty sake bottle like a bat.
You gape at him. “Your shoulder is dislocated, maybe not right now.”
He looks at his arm like he’s just noticed it hanging at an odd angle. Then he grins wide, teeth flashing. “Hah! You’re right—Arataki ‘One-Armed Wonder’ Itto, swinging for the fences!”
You groan. “Archons save me.”
“Don’t worry, babe! I’ll hit a home run with one arm and a hangover. That’s the Itto promise!”
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Ayato
Ayato is one of those people who looks elegant even when drunk. But his words… well, his words betray him.
“You have a stupid face,” he says smoothly, sipping his wine like it’s fine tea, “and it’s my favorite one to stare at.”
You nearly choke. “…Did you just—?”
He tilts his head, smirking, the tipsiness only evident in the slight pink of his cheeks. “Don’t make me repeat myself, darling. I meant every word.”
You cover your face with your hands, groaning. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Ridiculously in love with you, yes,” he says without missing a beat.
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Thoma
You’ve lost track of how many cups Thoma has had, but his cheer hasn’t dimmed. If anything, it’s doubled.
“I will definitely remember this tomorrow!” he declares, pointing a little unsteadily at you. “How could I ever forget?”
You cross your arms. “You never remember when you drink.”
“That’s slander. Absolute—hic—slander.” He leans forward, eyes already drooping. “Tomorrow, I’ll prove you wrong.”
Tomorrow: he remembers nothing.
“See?” you tell him, arms crossed. “What did I say?”
He stares at you blankly, still nursing his headache. “…Did I propose to you or fight Itto last night?”
“Both.”
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i found these “drunk dialogue” prompts on Pinterest and decided to make the about my favorite sillies
Ayato whispers you sweet things that seemingly has no meaning, yet they manages to twist your mind into thinking you need to stay underneath his protective wing. His beautiful lilac eyes are soft as they gazes into yours and they have a hypnotic effect on you. He is like the siren from your grandma’s fairytales.
He is so gentle and you are completely unaware of the fanged monsters that lurks underneath the handsome face.
Give me a character and I will give them a random headcanon.
summary. when you faint in the middle of an argument with them (requested)
tags. gn! reader, grammatical mistakes may occur
cw. reader passes out, signs of fainting beforehand, call signs of endearmeant, there are parts where they think that the reader won’t wake up again out of panic, angsty in the beginning
feat. heizou, ayato, xiao
note: i have a history about fainting but i can't tell if what i wrote was accurate enough but, pls lmk if there's something that i should change especially in the warnings.
HEIZOU.
First off, what was the cause of the argument? I don't think big fights would occur between you and him, you see Heizou is a rational thinker and whatever dispute there will be between the two of you — he is willing to solve it right away. He hates it when the both of you are not in good terms.
How would he react if you fainted? Heizou would be frozen at first, but once his senses reach him, he reacts to it immediately once he sees you in an unconscious state or you're just about to fall unconscious.
He is a great detective that is level headed even in the brink of danger but when it comes to you, all those greatness disappears because you're the only one who can make him this vulnerable.
"And I came back, all in one piece aren't I? [Name], what's all got you so worked up over this plain case?" Heizou's tone remained stern, as he tried to keep this little dispute under good wraps.
However the problem here is, he isn't getting your point of view. He is talking about how easy this case was, while here you were at you're wits end after gathering information that this case he claimed to be easy, is very dangerous to the point it can costs his life if he wasn't careful enough in the first place.
To add more gasoline to the fire, he had gotten an injury from it and tried to also hide it from your prying eyes which just increased your disappointment in him.
“You’re simply not getting it, I am getting worked up because if you weren’t careful enough, you could have killed yourself. Speaking of coming back in ‘one piece’, how about that injury you had taken from it huh?” You backfired, as the temperature in the room continues to rise between the two of you.
You could feel the continuous pulse in your head and the sudden need to go to the bathroom as the a tense feeling climbs up your throat, yet you paid no attention to it, thinking it’s nothing more than that.
But, you were very wrong about it. As the argument escalates further, so does your need to breathe and get much air as possible, continues to increase rapidly as well.
Sick of simply hearing his repeated explanation, you decided to stand up from the chair you were seating, finding a pace to cool off and avoiding the path where you could possibly lash out on him.
Unexpectedly, you find yourself standing steadily on the floor for a moment as the noises around started to gradually fade away.
There is this feeling from within you that you need some air or you want to puke, you tried to remain unaffected, ignoring the concern look Heizou was giving you after stopping in place.
It didn't stop there- your sense of hearing was starting to get fuzzy almost turning you deaf as Heizou’s words were beginning to be incoherent in your part.
You could feel the air inside your body being sucked out, like you're losing the oxygen that you need, and black spots began clouding your vision, not before the world before you was spinning.
You heard someone shouting and shaking you vigorously, and with all your might you tried to respond back yet nothing came out, as your mouth remained open without saying anything.
Your body was starting to lose it's balance as it started to fall carelessly, and the last thing you felt before losing yourself was a gentle yet firm hand wrapped around you.
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Frozen.
That’s what Heizou had felt when you fell right into his arms.
Looking back at what happened when you’re already laid out in his arms, he could still clearly remember how his eyes widened in fear, and for the first time in his life, he didn’t know what to do. His thoughts were scattered all around the place, as all he could think about is to get you urgent help, but at the same time he doesn’t want to leave you by yourself.
He remembers it all too well, how he finds himself trembling slightly, frozen in place and filled with deep regret by his unthinkable actions.
You were just looking out for his safety, like he have always did back at you, yet when you’re the one who reprimanded him to be careful, all he did was caused you further harm. You didn’t want to let him know the uneasiness you were feeling, and that what greatly fears him the most.
What if you never wake up again?
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As you fluttered your eyes open, you were met by a ceiling, as you process what just happened not too long ago - Heizou, who was sitting right beside you caught wind of your consciousness and sat right up.
"..[Name]? Can you hear me?" He spoked with such tone that you could feel that a part of his voice cracked out of nervousness and worriedness because of how he was fidgeting in his seat.
You turned your head at his direction, silently observing him - he seemed to be in such a distress by how he looked. As you tried to sit up from the bed you were resting on, Heizou didn’t waste a millisecond of helping you be comfortable in the position you wanted.
"W-what happened?"
You stuttered out, while still feeling a little drowsy from the incident.
"...You f-fainted, it happened right in front of me while we were having a misunderstanding. Before you could fall on the ground, I made it near you as soon as I can so that the fall wouldn't be worse than what I am imagining." Heizou started, as he began to fidget once again and bit his lip to prevent the tears that are threatening to come out.
"Y-you were unresponsive [Name], I was trying to shake you, to get something out from you, anything to let me know that you're still there, my cries of help was heard by the General Gorou, he and his comrades calmed and distract me down while a healer was called upon by the Young Priestess."
He continued.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry that I made you feel this way my love. If - I wasn't so stubborn to listen to your concerns, maybe this could have been avoided. What I did, was horrible - I shouldn't have been angry about what you said, I had let my words get the best of me during the heat of the moment, I'm sorry."
He finished, averting his eyes away from you out of shame.
As soon as you heard his side of the story, you leaned forward to cup his cheek into your hand, turning him to face you. Despite the tiredness, you let out a grim yet genuine smile along his way, as if to assure him that you too are sorry.
"Oh my love, hush now - I'm alive and still breathing here and right in front of you, see? Do not take all the blame by yourself, as I have a fault too. I'm sorry for lashing out on you like that, when all you did was doing as you're told to, and for making you worried as well. We we're both in the wrong." You replied
Heizou grabbed the hand that was cupping his cheek, snuggled into it before giving a long peck on it before turning to look at you.
"I'm so glad you're alright, I really am. My heart, it always beats for your name, it calls your name and you have no idea how it dropped in a heartbeat like how you dropped in my arms."
He leaned in for a peck on your forehead, before grabbing your face gently into his hands, as if he was holding the whole world.
"You, you are the very essence of my existence"
Heizou finished.
All the tension, fear, anxiousness and pent up emotions that he was holding while you were resting unconsciously was now free, away from it’s cage. The detective couldn't help but to smile at you, that is so full of love and care.
"Now, it's time for you to rest easy again my love. I suppose we won’t be stubborn for the meantime, aren’t we?"
He affirmed while hinting you with a joke at the end of his reminder about your stubbornness, that he also sometimes has.
You couldn’t help but laugh in response, before nodding.
All is well now, and the both of you couldn’t ask for more. What makes the moment more significant, is that you both knew.
AYATO.
Arguments doesn’t occur often as well when you’re in an established relationship with the Kamisato Head, but if minor disputes were to emerge between the two of you, he would like to cool things off like giving you space and him some space to sort things out.
How would he react if you fainted while the both of you are in the middle quarrel? He would immediately set aside whatever the both of you are fighting about, and he’ll be catching you the moment that his instinct tells him so that you’re not feeling well.
He tries to be calm, but his strained voice tells another story. When threat comes close to you that is too much for his comfort, his serene image falls into shambles.
“I don’t know when will I come back, but if the night is already falling late, please do not wait for me anymore, darling.” Ayato announced, still busy on his table
Recently, Ayato has been trapping his self inside his office and has been going on for a while now, much to Ayaka’s concern. At first, you didn’t tried to intervene with it even though you’re worried, since you knew how much your significant other cares about the well-being of the common people.
But, judging by how much he is being selfless to the point where he is not even properly taking care of himself, you decided to step in and pay him a visit with a tray of tea in your hand. You started off with a conversation and then brought up the idea of him taking a break, by drinking the tea you had visited him along with, and as usual - what he had said earlier was his response to your offer.
The situation isn’t getting any better, especially that you have sensed that you’re not feeling like yourself as well. Despite that, you pushed away what you’re feeling at the moment, and chose to persuade Ayato to rest instead.
“Then, can you at least drink the tea I have prepared for you? I’m worried, Ayaka’s worried, we’re all worried about you.” I expressed ignoring the lightheaded feeling that is coming from within me.
“[Name], as much as I would rather do it, I can’t have this documents hanging around. You know that right? Please leave me be while I am still having the patience to do so.” Ayato argued back, his voice trying to sound calm and gentle as possible yet it sounded disapproving.
This time, what you were feeling that you dismissed not too long ago, somehow become worst. In fear that you’ll add more to Ayato’s pent up stress, you just silently agreed and gave up the fight, deciding to take the rest and you’ll try again tomorrow.
Turning your back on him, your body suddenly felt the need to fall - your vision began spotting black and white forces as if it’s forcing you to close your eyes, then came in an annoying yet blurred ring in your ears.
It doesn’t stop there, you could feel your head hanging low, you’re body was rapidly falling and you have nothing to lean on to.
Before you can even entirely fall, Ayato grabbed you by the waist preventing you from the incoming impact. By the time he sat down with you on the floor, you were already unconscious.
Ayato turned your body around so you’re facing him, tapped your cheek multiple times, and shook you gently awake, but to no avail, you remain unresponsive.
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Guilty.
That’s what Ayato felt, looking from the situation you were in right now.
Not once did he left your side the moment you fell senseless in his arms, no he didn’t want to take the chance - and instead shouted with all his might, that he has never done before, to get you instant help.
And he still hasn’t left you alone, as you were laid down on a futon that you’re resting upon. For once in a blue moon, Kamisato Ayato was scared of even leaving you out of his sight.
It creeps upon him, that all you did was cared and understand him as a busy man, all you asked for once is for him to take a rest even though you should also be doing that to yourself, but no - you putted him first before your well being, and that what makes him feel that he should be accountable for what happened to you.
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The first thing your eyes laid upon was Ayato, who continued to seat in deep silence, not until when he looked at the slight sound that was caught up by his ears, as he let out quiet gasp of surprise and relief.
As you fidget to sit up from the futon, Ayato took action and gently helped you sit right up. When you finally settled down, he continued to stare at you in silence, but his eyes tells a different story.
They softened at the sight of you, but despite that they were also letting you know how much ache, and ashamed do they feel from putting you in this kind of state.
“...You’re alright, I’m glad.” Ayato whispered, the relief relevant at the tone of his voice, yet you could also that there’s a part in him that just wants to burst out in tears, seeing that you’re still here in front of him, alive and breathing once again.
You looked at him tenderly, as you reached out to grab his hand and squeezed it tenderly and gently, to affirm him that all is alright.
That was the breaking point.
It was Ayato’s last straw, as the tears he was trying to push away to put up his casual facade finally began to stream silently. He brought your hand near his lips, as he pecked it gently and held your hand closer to his face, rubbing it on his cheek, as if holding your hand was his lifeline.
“..I’m sorry, I truly am. I’m sorry for denying your care, I’m sorry for denying your concern and worries, I’m sorry that I made you feel this way. It was not what I intend to do darling, maybe if I did agree for that cup of tea, this situation would have been prevented, and you could have been able to tell me.”
He expressed, the regret clearly evident in his voice, as he grasped on tightly yet gently to your arm that he brought closer to him, placing a light peck every now and then as if it was an assurance to him that you’re still here right beside him.
You cupped his face by cupping your other hand on the other side of his cheek, as if you were holding the whole world in your hands right now, gesturing him to look at you in the eye. Never once did you look at him with such hatred nor misunderstand, but instead kept up the sentimental look that you always used to.
“We were both in the wrong, I hid how unwell I was feeling because I didn’t want to be a burden to you nor be added as something that can distract you. But what matters the most to me right now, is that all is well, my darling.”
You stated, as a gentle smile made it’s way on your face even though a little bit the drowsy feeling is still present there.
Ayato couldn’t help but smile back, as he let out a big sigh of relief, not before affirming you with such words you couldn’t help but feel giddy about.
“From this day forward, I will save the time to rest from being a workaholic man, and I am expecting that you, are to rest with me as well. Will that be a good negotiation between us, darling?”
Ayato replied with a hint of tease at the end of his sentence, as you nodded while laughing lightly - glad that he seemed to be in good spirits now.
He looked at you with such a tender face, as if you’re the whole purpose of his life, that he couldn’t help but to blurt out such words, it just adds to the evidence that despite being focused on his work in the past few days, all he could think and miss about was you.
“I burn for you, [Name], I’ve always been.”
Ayato whispered lovingly.
Stuck in the midst of the sincere moment, the both of you couldn’t ask for more other than the fact, that the love between the two of you is still burning, and it increased more than ever.
XIAO.
Arguments with Xiao tend to be a little rocky, only in the beginning of your relationship though. He avoids bringing arguments into the relationship but if the argument continues to grow bigger like a raging fire, he wants things to not be as worst as it already is, and would try to sort things out in the best way he thinks it would work.
How would he react if you fainted? Xiao won’t have time to comprehend what is happening, because as soon as he senses that something about you is not right, he would be right by your side in a heartbeat. His priority first is to get you to safety, before he would ask such things.
He can’t find a way to stay put, because even if Xiao can stay level headed at such emergencies, he can’t act the same when you’re the one being directly involved.
“...This isn't working out” Xiao said, breaking the tense silence between the two of you after a brief moment.
The argument wasn’t that bad at first, but as the both of you backfired such words at each other, it had came to the point where it is already big as it is before the both of you could even realize it.
Stuck in the midst of trying to mend again the misunderstanding in each other’s perspective, you forgot the fact that you’re not feeling well at the meantime as well, wanting for this argument to be fixed up first.
Looking back at what he previously said - You freeze in your spot, almost as if a bucket of cold water was dump right at your face. You couldn’t find the right words to respond to it, almost as if you’re questioning if Xiao really thinks about it like that.
Xiao’s back remained turned against you, arms crossed as you were right behind him almost in the dark, if not for the moon illuminating some light across his room in Wangshu Inn.
Your breath becomes shaky, but you remained your ground.
“....Well, do you love me?”
You asked, dodging the question he gave and instead gave him another one taking in slow deep breaths maintaining a good pace in hopes that the ringing in your ears would soon stop.
Xiao stood silent, back still facing you - If only you could see how his eyes widened slightly at the question.
“This isn’t the right time for you to be asking m-”
“Do you love me?”
You asked again, ignoring the sudden light headedness that washed over you, as you tried to plant your feet on the ground. The air was silent for a moment, but something was not right, almost as if something more eventful would happen.
Every millisecond that passes by as you await for his answer, your body starts wobbling on it’s own, as black and white spots began to cloud your vision.
This time, Xiao turned his back on you, but before he could give his answer, he gasp in shock at the state you’re in. Your face was pale, and it seemed that at any minute or even second your body would give up on you.
The high pitched ringing in your ears was more vigorous than ever, and your body screams for you to do something. The blood that flows right through you suddenly drops, as your consciousness leaves you, but before you can fall with a loud thud, a firm grip held you down.
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Clammy.
Xiao’s hands was clammy from the nervousness and guiltiness sucking him in.
His voice was caught in his throat the moment he caught you, as he tried to speak, to shout for help, anything at all, but all he managed was to inhale a harsh breath, as his grip on your unconscious body tightened.
And at last, for the first time in his life, Xiao shouted for help, he didn’t care who it was, anyone will do, as all he knows is that he can’t lose you right at this moment, not now, not ever.
The tone in his voice still held with the same firmness but if anyone were to listen closer, it was at the verge of cracking from despair, as he tried to gently shook you awake while still calling out for help.
He looked down on you, worried flickering in his eyes as the minutes continued to passed by, while the gut in his stomach continued to dig deeper, it was such a sickening feeling that he thinks he’s about to go crazy.
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You stirred in the futon, as you slowly gained back your consciousness - eyes darting around the room looking for a certain person, until your eyes landed on him who’s at the balcony, staring off into space outside, as he gripped the wooden railings to ease down his thoughts.
“..Xiao?”
Your voice came out as weak as you’re still recovering especially at a state like that, but Xiao heard it all too well as his eyes snapped open in your direction.
The both of you had a stare off for a moment, and before you knew it, he was right in front of you in just a few strides, as he kneeled down at the side of your futon.
You slowly sat up, as Xiao helped you gently. The both of you still as quiet as ever, that is until you caressed Xiao’s cheek giving him an assuring look.
He let out a shaky sigh of relief, as if the weight in all his body has been now lifted, as he lifted his hand to grasp and caress your hand, leaning further into your touch, as if it was his lifeline.
“..Don’t scare me like that again, alright?”
Xiao whispered, almost too quiet as his voice was on the verge of cracking again - this time not from the despair he felt not too long ago, but because from the comfort and solace provided by your warm touch.
There was a beat drop of silence before the yaksha glances at you once again, still with a heavy heart from the events that took place not too far ago.
"..My life...it revolves around you. You are the reason I breathe, you are the reason I continue to live. Telling you that I love you is an understatement to begin with, because it would not be enough for how much you mean to me."
Your eyes soften as Xiao stated those words with a sincere tone, as he pressed a peck on your wrist, looking at you still as if you are star that hang and brought back the light in his life. It was his own way of apologizing to you.
"We will work this out.."
Xiao continued, nodding at you with affirmation and determination.
"We will"
You repeated with a light yet groggy chuckle, as Xiao pressed a kiss on your forehead this time, before gently placing his hand at the back of your head bringing the both of your foreheads closer to each other.
"Rest, and after that we will talk and fix this out calmly"
He whispered.
No words were spoken after that, but the both of you knew this was enough assurance that in every afterglow, there is a daylight. The both of you will work this out just fine.
Hello..., I´m back... I have been busy. My studies have been actually picking up speed which means I´m either stressed or too tired to write anything.
But this was a request, that has been with me for a while and I still wanted to finish it.
Hope you will enjoy <3
Ayato Kirishima
Ayato is a deeply distrustful and jaded person. Someone who had to get used early to violent persecution and prejudices. He lost every last of his loved ones because of their perceived softness. Thus he fashioned himself into their opposite. Aggressive. Loud. Brash. Violent. Something, that can survive this cruel world without being hurt.
Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?
You noticed that he is careful. He watched you from a far, before finally approaching you. His voice is clipped – harsh words and a sharp tongue – but his care is insistent. More than once you reached for something only to notice that he had already laid it close to you.
He is there for you, and while he is not a gentle or kind man; he is a caring one. Though he is rude and aggressive, he makes sure that you won´t suffer while he is there. His hands are used to cruelty and he has fashioned himself into something approximating a monster, he still tries. Tries to be gentle.
It is just easier if you aren´t looking, aren´t aware of this terrible weakness he has for you.
Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?
Blood is still dripping down his chin and he is breathing hard. You have curled yourself as far into the corner as you were able to, to avoid all the carnage. His kagune slowly feathers out again, not twisting as tightly over his body as before.
He stumbles over to you, every step squelching with blood. His wing gently covers you, as he drops to his knees in front of you. With a disgusting squelch gore drops to the floor, that has previously clung to him. The smell of blood and death is overwhelming, and you think you might vomit any second.
You can´t believe how these investigators could ever had thought you and him were of the same kind. Not with him looking like a vengeful angel towering over the scared mortal. His hands only smear blood over your face when he reaches out.
It mixes with your frightened tears.
Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?
"How do you expect to live on like this? Huh?" His voice is a snarl. His teeth are gnashed, and you can see how is body is running with tension. Desperately you try to hold your tears back; crying will only make it worse.
He hones in on every insecurity. His voice faintly ringing in your head. Weak. Pathetic. Defenceless. Unobservant. His words cut deep, and you know that they are supposed too. Especially the last one. Maybe you could have avoided Ayato had you been just a little bit more aware of what happened. If you had been capable of defending yourself, you would have never become prey.
But is too late for idle wishing. Especially now, when everything has already happened. Nothing there for you to change. Ayato has gone silent. His eyes tracking every minute movement of your face.
A satisfies sigh and a "Better" is all you hear before he leaves. Not a single tear on your face.
Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?
His hands are as unescapable from as iron shackles, as they pull you along. He walks straight ahead, you are stumbling after him. Your arm wrenching painfully in its socket every time you stumble. Blood is still dripping down your face.
You don´t even notice when he pushes you through a door, only becoming aware again when he lets you go. He brushes past you and with relief you notice how his hands don´t linger on you. You barely take in what seems to be living room before shuffling over to the closest chair and gingerly lowering yourself.
With a wet splash something cold lands in your lap. „Here!“ His voice more bark than anything else. You look at the plastic bag that landed in your lap and through the blood rushing through your ears, you notice that it looks somewhat like raw meat.
„Need help to eat or what?“ He doesn´t wait for an answer before he is already at your side, ripping open the package and batting your hands away when you try to cover your mouth while simultaneously pushing him away.
He ignores your retching and simply covers your mouth as you are forced to chew.
Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?
You snuffle in your sleep, he notes with faint amusement. No surge of anger follows which immediately tries to stomp out this fond feeling that slowly spreads through his chest. Not when you are like this. Unconscious and utterly unaware. Here he can hide the utter stupidity he engages with when it concerns you.
Without making a noise he falls down next to you. His hand hovers over your head for a moment, before he carefully strokes it away from your forehead. Looking at your face without any of it being hidden. With you like this, it´s almost easy. His voice is slow and steady. The rage that had made its home in him, barely there, as he narrates to you. His problems. His issue. And most importantly: His weakness. He whispers it you, trusting that you will keep this secret safe.
When you wake up, the only thing you will notice is that your blanket has been rucked up around you.
Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?
His grin is wide and kind of mean. His teeth look far sharper than they should. Ayato didn´t even have the decency to look like you punching him had any effect on him at all. Instead, he simply swipes his tongue over his mouth and nods slowly. It would have been less frightening if he got angry, you faintly decide.
„Let´s do this then“, it´s nothing more than a mumble and yet it rings through the tense silence like a gunshot. At one he moves and you don´t even have time to shriek before he is on you.
The next few hours might be as well hell on earth. Everything aches, and even your bruises have developed bruises. You count yourself lucky that he hasn´t torn you apart in his sudden frenzy or cut at you.
Regret for even thinking about attacking him sweeps over you again, and as such you only accept his warning. Already knowing, that you will mull over it for a long time before attempting to fight him again.
„Next time you fight, I´ll make sure you will be able to protect yourself, got it?“
Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?
You freeze when suddenly something sinks deeply into the wall right next to you. Shifting your head to realize your suspicion is only confirmed. In some corner of your mind you are amused that you actually are able to accurately recognize a specific feather at this point.
„Get down there before I break your neck!“ With a sigh you simply let go off the edge of the window you just tried to pull yourself out of. He curses quite loudly, but just like you suspected you don´t go splash on the pavement.
Instead his arms wrap around you, as he threw himself out of the window after you to catch you. His grip is tight on you as he drags you back inside, scolding and cursing all the while under his breath. For a moment he looks like he would love nothing more but to shake some sense into you. His eye is twitching and his teeth gnash together.
With faint amusement that neighbours dread you quietly watch him, as he makes another escape attempt even more difficult.
Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?
You can´t tear your eyes away from the monster in front of you. His bloody hands still cradle your face, as the crease between his brows only grows deeper. A growl still reverberated inside his chest and his kagune slowly swayed. in front of you. Pulsing. The colours ever shifting.
So this is it. You swallow heavily. This is how you die. A ghoul – a man-eating monster – slaughtering his way through others simply to get to you. You had heard of certain ghouls having an overspecific palate. You never thought you would land on one them.
His eyes are feverish and he is all the more monstrous to you in his gentleness. His hands were shackles around your arms. His scolding feels like taunting. Every nickname that spills over his lips only another charade. His intentions for what you are to be for him stay unclear. The line between lover and meat blurs in his hands.
And isn´t it devastating that you don´t know which one you fear more?
Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?
Ayato has long given up dreaming about a possible future. And even looking at you, doesn´t change that. He is not like his weak father. Not like his pathetic sister. Clinging to hope and dreams, to safety and home. Things like that don´t exist for people like him. He doesn´t understand how they could never comprehend that either.
Instead he only thinks of today and tomorrow. Today you are still here. Tomorrow you might already been dead. And any dream he carefully glued together out of broken and sharp fractals will be shattered again.
But today you are still here. Alive. Breathing. With him. And that has to be enough.
Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?
„What do we have here?“ A heavy arm settles around your shoulders, as Ayato harshly pulls you back towards him. He is tense, staring straight ahead at the man who wouldn´t stop bothering you. Ignoring your every protest of No, I do have a boyfriend. Leave me alone and instead took it as an invitation be even more obnoxious.
Though, you can´t quite decide yet if you´re glad that Ayato is here or not. His grip on you slowly starts to hurt and you are sure that you will bruise there quickly. Then from one moment to the next it is over before it even could begin.
He is licking blood of his mouth and fingers and the man is no more. There is a ringing in your ears, as your vision goes blurry. You can faintly hear Ayato complaining while he wolfs down his meal. Gingerly you accept an eyeball when it is handed to you.
You don´t eat it. Why would you? Instead you hand it back to Ayato after he´s done. He´s luckily doesn´t comment on your eating habits again and simply pops it into his mouth. When you thank him it´s quiet – hesitant – and he simply scoffs at you while preening.
When he lectures you, you will not be able to listen.
Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?
He is rough around the edges, you think. Though more bark than actual bite. While he is verbally aggressive – even towards you – his actions tend to tell a different story. You don´t point it out to him, when he protects you absent-mindedly from injuring yourself. He hates it. It always makes him bluster even more.
When you are together with other people, he doesn´t treat you any different. You would almost think that he acts distant. He takes great care to avoid painting any kind of target on your back. No one – and he makes sure that everyone will believe that who sees you two interacting – will get to him through you.
It is what keeps you safe.
Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?
He moves with you. His footsteps mirroring your own. He is a born predator and you are his natural prey. You haven´t even noticed yet, that the same guy appears in all the same places that you do; have not yet remembered his eyes or even caught his scent. You do not know him yet.
But he knows you.
He has watched you for hours, followed you where ever you went and slowly compiling the picture he has of you. He knows how you react to challenges, how you treat the people around you and how you react to boredom. There is much he hasn´t yet got the chance to know but he is sure that it wont terribly surprise him any more when he finds out.
When you vanish in the end no one knows why, except him and you.
Mask: Are their true colours drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?
He sighs – glad to be by himself again. It was exhausting having to deal with the rest of his group; to deal with you. He knows that he shouldn´t complain; that he has chosen the very path he is taking now. Still, it is exhausting to always be alert, to snap at everything so he would never appear soft.
Now he can drop the mask. Can let his face contort into a besotted expression that almost feels unnatural to him – Maybe it is because he has to usually suppress each time he looks at you? – and reach out with shaking fingers to card them through your hair. It is difficult to be gentle and soft when it could bring death to his door if he ever lets anyone see.
But at this very moment he simply indulges in the fondness he feels for you.
Naughty: How would they punish their darling?
He is frowning but there is nothing of the explosive anger you had already expected from him. It is strange to see him like this. His eyes are cold and calculating and you know in that very moment that whatever happens next might become the worst thing that has ever happened to you.
He scrunches his nose in distaste when he notices how you shiver in fear in front of him, before a careful smile hushes across the face. His voice gentle and deliberate does nothing to alleviate your terror. "I have just the idea to ensure this will not happen again". Whatever follows is messy and very successful. Your world becomes pain and terror for as long as he needs.
You don´t remember much of what he did, but you certainly won´t be trying that again.
Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?
Ayato is controlling. You have realized that rather quickly. He chooses what you eat and when. Who you will meet, how you have to exercise. Every aspect of your life has been looked over by him first.
It doesn´t help that he is actually the only constant in your life anyway. Everyone else has left, and he takes good care of you. He wants to know you are as safe as you can be. As strong as you need to be to face life. He won´t coddle you. He doesn´t want to, but he will ensure that you can go on.
Somehow you know this.
Patience: How patient are they with their darling?
Ayato knows that he is short-tempered but he had thought – hoped – that he would have a little more patience with you. It seems though, as if the opposite is true. Maybe because he actually cares about you? No matter what it is, he flies off the handle even quicker than usual.
He doesn´t quite mean to shout, doesn´t mean to hold you that tightly – and yet: He does. Ayato shouts and growls. His teeth are gnashed together, as he desperately tries to pull something even resembling calm together. He fails.
You flinch away and his last strand of patience only frays even further.
Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?
When he came back, you were long gone. He already suspected that you had left, your scent outside his home so much stronger than usual, and yet-
He howls. Anger and rage course through his veins. He always knew that something like this could happen – that it wasn´t some kind of impossibility. He knew, that there could come a time where he would return to an empty home. Faintly he wonders if you hesitated – if you had to convince yourself to pack your bags and run. He knows that it wouldn´t have changed a thing.
Like a man possessed he leaps towards the few meagre belongings you left behind. With a sick sense of pride he notes how the things that are still here are all something that would have slowed you down in the long run. You took what would help and discarded what would be useless. He taught you well, hasn´t he?
He sighs, his anger leaving as quickly as it came. It´s true, he taught you well. Gave you all the tool you will need to ensure your own continued your survival. He can´t fault you for that. He tidies up what he has left of you and decided to let you go.
Good luck love, he thinks but he also knows you won´t need it.
Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?
Sometimes you watch him closely for any sign of guilt. But his face stays clear. He doesn´t flinch when you throw accusations at his face. Sometimes you even think he might be amused by your hope that one day he will be convinced to change his mind by guilt of all things. You have to remember that he´s a ghoul – one that is very much aware of how much guilt can be a death sentence.
He is amused, aggressive, placidly content. But guilty? Not one bit. You know that if you want him to let you go – to set you free again – you have to work harder than simply hope that guilt will make him change his mind.
Because he feels anything but guilty.
Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?
Ayato would never admit it to you. But here. In the quiet. Only to himself: He knows why he clings to you like this. He knows that there are many reasons but among the most prevalent ones are his traumatic youth, always warring with the instincts of being a ghoul. It made him like this. Made him guard and keep close what is important to him and jealously fight off every contestant to what is his.
Not to mention the myriad of other issues he has. He knows he has them. There is still that voice in the back of his head, telling him how it was his fault, that his father died, that his sister suffered. Because he was too much of a burden. His reaction was to become angry, but now he can´t control it any more. Lashes out at everyone. He hates it and it only makes him angrier and this only makes the little voice louder.
He knows why he is like this. But you? He will sooner die than tell you this.
Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?
He is watching you. Eyebrow raised. Lip curled in disgust. It feels good to release all of this pent up stress in this – what you can admit, at least to yourself – temper tantrum. You´re screaming and crying. Your voice straining.
For a moment you´re tempted to throw yourself onto the ground and hitting it like a toddler, but Ayato already looks far too annoyed for this to be safe. So you quiet down again.
„Finished?“ The question is acerbic but you just nod. Breathing a bit easier. A little more relieved. „Good!“ You don´t quite catch what he murmurs under his breath, but by the look on his face you don´t want to anyway.
It surely wasn´t anything nice.
Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?
Keeping you here – safe – was getting more difficult everyday. The situation was slowly getting worse. The doves were getting more aggressive and every time he turned around he felt like more strange ghouls were prowling through his territory. The world was out for blood. And he knew, you would be one of its victims soon enough.
In his mind there were two choices that he could make. Both are horrible, he knew that. He could either keep you with him forever; make sure that you and him became one. He could taste your blood and your fear and relish in the knowledge that a part of you would forever be stuck with him.
Or he could set you free. Chase you down into one of the safer districts were the smell of him could safely dissipate and no one would ever even think that you associated with a ghoul. A district where you would be safe from his kind and yours.
He hated both paths, but he knew he had to choose; and he did – a long time ago.
Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?
Ayato knows that he has a soft underbelly even if he doesn´t like to show it to you. On some days he is sure that he has revealed himself when he feels the need to be gentle without babying you. Soft but firm touches, his voice more gentle than usual, as he tries to rein in his worst impulses. It is hard and makes his teeth grit, but for that soft smile, the gentle laugh of yours – it seems almost worth it.
He knows he is being to soft, when he tries to make sure, that you are a bit more prepared for this world than you were before. A bit more aware of the danger surrounding you. Of what awaits someone weak, pathetic and soft. Ayato knows he is being soft, when he stops hounding you, when you stand shaking across from him. Already exhausted. Close to collapsing.
You think his aggression is his weakness, but he knows better. It´s his softness for you.
Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?
You´re holding tightly onto your shoulder. But no matter how much pressure you use, blood keeps seeping out between your fingers. Faintly you register, that Ayato stumbled back. When you look up, you can still see him licking his lips. Swallowing around nothing. His pupils are blown wide, as he stares unseeingly at you.
You choke out a pained moan and for some reason reach for the man who just took a bite out of you. You truly lost it now, haven´t you? All self-deprecating jokes aside though, Ayato reaches back for you. Cursing under his breath as he fumbled through helping you. He doesn´t even once apologize but his hands are far more gentle than usual when he wraps you up.
Another accident, but then: What did you expect?
Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?
You had realised rather quickly that there was very little that Ayato would regard with anything but rationality. Reverence was not something he was familiar with. Instead, he seemed to favour a cold rationality, if not his aggression was triggered first. As such, he treated you the same.
He was pragmatic, if not a bit volatile, most of the time. You would even claim that you could understand his point if you thought about it for a while. Because, even though the two of you had lived wildly different lives till now, his reasoning was always sound. It was a rare occurrence, that he would explain himself to you, though it undoubtedly was the fastest way to convince you of the course of action he chose.
Worship never crossed his mind, but instead only the calm reason of taking care of what is dear to him, to guard it closely.
Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?
When he catches a whiff of his own smell on you, he grimaces. Fuck. He hadn´t even considered that before he started panting after you like a brain dead dog. Of course he would leave traces on your possessions if he constantly handled them. Of course his scent would commingle with your own if he always hung around you – no matter if you were aware of that or not!
He frowns as his mind races. What to do now? It will only be a matter of time before others will pick up the same thing and draw their own conclusions. Before a ghoul or dove will start sniffing through his territory. It won´t take long before you will face the consequences of his own stupidity and – looking at you – there isn´t any chance of you surviving them without his help.
So he takes matter into his own hands, before it will be too late. He is only assured in this decision, when he has to swoop in a few days later. Ensuring your survival and gently wiping blood off of your face.
He knows leaving you by yourself would only end in your death, and he really wants to avoid that.
Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?
You were different than usual. He hadn´t noticed at fist, but now he was sure. Something was wrong. Your eyes lacked a shine, a fire they had previously held. Now, it simply seemed gone. Your reactions were simply that – automatic with seemingly no thought behind them.
He didn´t try talking you out of this for long. A week? A month? At one point he couldn´t bear it any longer. You were already dead and gone. You would never be able to return to him any more. It was fast. He didn´t even notice that he was crying till he was finished. A part of you will forever be with you. More than just a memory.
He felt uncomfortably full, but knew he had to move soon. Ayato left nothing behind at the place where you finally died.
What would be the relationship with the children of Genshin men? (*´ω`*)
“the steambird’s latest: how to be a good father” ; genshin men
summary — fatherhood on him.
includes — alhaitham, ayato, baizhu, diluc, kaeya, kaveh, neuvillette, tartaglia, wriothesley, and zhongli
tags — fluff, domestic, diluc girl dad propaganda, not proofread, 1.9k ; headcanons
note — i seriously hope this is what you asked nonnieee, sorry if it’s wrong TT
WRIOTHESLEY, is a pillar of stability and calm in the turmoils and chaos of life—not just to his spouse but to his children also. Despite his duty often calling him to the deep and lonely sea and being (in some manner) bound to it, he always made a concerted effort to be present in the important moments of their lives. His work, much being tremendous, had taught him to be patient and understanding at all times—children can be quite a lot to deal with, despite how adorable they can be. Even though the concept of punishment whenever a wrongdoing has been done is there embedded in his mind, he never applies it to his own kids, opting to guide and teach them instead on what they shouldn’t and should do and why.
Wriothesley navigates the rough and intricate currents of fatherhood with precision and dedication, only wishing to be one that he wanted to have. It’s safe to say that despite his strictness from time to time (done only for their safety), he will be loved a lot by his own children.
ALHAITHAM, a stalwart, leading light. He would share his love of reading for them, most often in the form of reading bedtime stories in which he sometimes discovers that he had fallen asleep shortly after his kid(s) did when he wakes up in the morning by their side. He is not particularly strict nor is he lenient towards them, he’s a perfect balance of the two. He’s not the type to preach what is right and wrong but he will become their pillar for guidance on what they should and shouldn’t do. There was never an occasion wherein he had to scold or reprimand them even if they had done something small but would still make an average person angry. In lieu, he would ask them the reason behind their actions, never forcing the answer out of them, tell them a few words to show his understanding, and ask them to never do it again.
Alhaitham likes the mundane and peaceful life that he has, despite the chaos here and there brought by his children, but he likes it, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
KAMISATO AYATO, while being duty bound as the head of the Kamisato Clan and the Yashiro Commissioner, he never ceases to be there for his family, especially his children. Whenever he’s off the burden of his responsibilities and has some time, he spends it on his family, doting on both of his spouse and children and making up for the lost moments. He cares for his children, tends to them, and looks after them at all times—whether it be him himself doing so or others, particularly in the shadows. If he cannot be there (in a literal way), then someone has to be, that’s just one way to ensure their safety and to prevent something happening to them (knowing the dangers around them). He has quite a lot of enemies, after all, who wouldn’t say that one wouldn’t target his own flesh and blood?
Due to that, the Yashiro Commissioner would come off as a worrywart towards his children, becoming protective and everything; Ayato only wants the best for them and the best is for them to be able to live their life freely and safely.
NEUVILLETTE, the Iudex of Fontaine is not one to be bad with children, in fact, he’s quite great with them. Perhaps it is because of his experience with the Melusines that he is able to have a good and understanding relationship with his children. He’s gentle towards them, patient, protective, and supportive in every way. He is a father that is devoted towards his children, a guiding presence and someone that they can depend on always. And although he is not particularly expressive, he’s not emotionless either. He is able to express his affection and care towards them without problems, whether it be through words or actions, buying them gifts and items that he thinks they will love and offering words of encouragement and support are just a few of the many ways.
Neuvillette often finds himself, while watching them, wishing that they would stay that way forever, as a child with no burdens of the world on their shoulders, and when he realizes that they are growing up (as anyone is bound to be), the rain will suddenly come and fall in Fontaine, lasting for hours.
ZHONGLI, is someone that his children would look up to and admire; there was once an occasion wherein his child tried to act like him, copying his words and dressing up similar to his style, which he found adorable that he entertains the idea of a mini-clone of him. He's wise and knowledgeable, always having something to say in terms of bedtime stories or simply just in conversations; his children become excited a lot when he sits on the side of their bed and begins to tell them stories of his own. He takes them out occasionally, even if it is just a walk around the harbor to look at shops or past time—oftentimes ending the day with watching the sunset before they go home. In addition, on festivals, he’s there participating in the event with his children and never taking his eyes off them.
In line with all that is said, Zhongli is the type to treat a pinky promise as some sort of unbreakable contract (the moment his child would hook their finger on his while saying the promise, it’s become a commitment for him in which he must accomplish).
TARTAGLIA, having been taking care of his siblings and looking after them, it’s evident that he won’t have a hard time dealing with children, especially when it’s one of his own. he just knows what to do in every moment with them—when they’re misbehaving, running around, crying, and everything. He’s very much loving towards his family, shown in the way that he always try to stay in touch with them by sending them letters whenever he’s away (sometimes with a gift) and occasionally surprising them. Tartaglia is very protective over his own children. I mean, no parent would want to see their own child being put in harm’s way or in dangerous situations so he does everything that he can to keep them safe, even if it means lying to them constantly—like how he avoids answering whenever he is asked about his work or make something up—and having the danger be put on his way instead.
Afraid that his obligations as a harbinger and loyal follower of the Tsaritsa would hinder his responsibilities as a father, Tartaglia tries to balance his time and doesn’t prioritize one over another.
KAVEH, quite a doting father, one could say that he’s overprotective towards his children with the fact that he’s all so vigilant and a little bit strict. Albeit he nags them often, but not in a harsh, shouting, throwing glasses and plates, violently screaming way of scolding or nagging but in a crouching on the floor so that they’re on the same level and speaking softly and slowly, never saying anything mean type (it’s not in his note to be rough and cruel towards anyone, especially to his own children). When they begin to cry, however, he would panic—and not just panic but panic panic. Suddenly, he’s blabbering apologies, wiping their tears, hugging them, and assuring them that everything’s okay and he’s not mad at them.
Kaveh provides them with everything that they want and need, would be supportive towards their dreams, does what he can to always be present in their life, everything. And all be it, as long as they come home, he’s perfectly content. He’s quite a selfless person and loving father, only wishing for his children to grow up in a warm home.
DILUC RAGNVINDR, (he has very girl dad energy; he would love it when he has a daughter) he’s the definition of a gentle father, the very embodiment of that word. He never fails to deal with the predicament that he’s having which involves his kids. He’s the type to play house with them, accepting his role as a bodyguard or sometimes, taking on the part as the pet; the type to sit on the floor and play tea party with them, drinking from a plastic cup that has nothing, and say that the tea tastes delicious. He would rather be the one to play such things with them than have others or no one do so even if it will make him look foolish. He spoils them a lot and I mean by a lot. He buys them a lot of things, mainly things that they show interest in or mentioned once that they would like to have—he’s the wealthiest gentleman in Mondstadt, money was never a problem for him. Albeit, the gifts were never enough to express his love for them and it never will be.
Diluc, the man that he is, would give them so much more even if it's himself that they must take.
KAEYA ALBERICH, isn’t exactly too strict towards his children. He lets them do what they want but in a way that they don’t feel like they’re being neglected or he doesn’t care about them. It’s just that he doesn’t wish for them to grow up on regrets and looking back on the memories that they could have had or done. If it makes them happy, then so be it (as long as it’s nothing dangerous or harmful). He occasionally takes his family out whenever he’s not being held by the throat by his responsibilities, taking them to many places away from the city—it could just be for a picnic, for stargazing, for anything just so that he can spend his time with his loved ones.
Kaeya would teach them a lot of things, ranging from small and sometimes foolish things such as how to beatbox to teaching them how to wield a sword if ever they show interest towards it, which would end up with him being seen as a mentor and teacher towards them. Leave it to him to teach them how to cartwheel, however, and he will have them learn and perfected it.
BAIZHU, is an extremely patient and caring father towards his children. Despite often being busy treating patients and having consultations, as well as his research, he still manages to find time to spend with them and finds ways to involve them in his day-to-day activities or tasks in the pharmacy. He brings them along with him to the pharmacy whenever he works but he doesn’t ask them to do anything. His child (or children) could just sit there as they watch him, play around, and take a nap—whenever this happens, however, he brings them to the back room where the bed is and lets them peacefully sleep there.
On one of those days wherein Baizhu could only do nothing but stay in and rest, his children are there to accompany him. Despite how much he insists that they can leave him on his own and they can play outside instead, they wouldn’t listen, preferring to help the herbalist and Qiqi bring him hot water and fruits to aid his recovery. And with them by his side, serene dreams come to his sleep and he feels a little bit better about everything.
If you said that it wasn't awkward to sit in Ayato's car while transporting luggage, you'd be sitting in a bold-faced lie. He seemed just fine, smiling by your side per usual—but all you could think of was the kiss you'd left him with just the other day.
The silver lining was that the flight home wasn’t as awkward as you were afraid it would be, but that was only because you sat very far from Ayato. The thought of having to live with him with your shared feelings still loomed over your head like an ominous rain cloud. You had agreed to it, but didn’t get the chance to think too hard into the consequences of your decision.
At least you had somewhere to go and didn’t have to request an extended stay at the dorms for break, so there was no point in getting so hung up on it. Your friends would be more proud if you took it maturely (however, they’d also try and convince you to get with Ayato, but two things could be true at once).
On one hand, your friends had a point. It would make things a lot easier, and perhaps, you wouldn’t even need to return to the dorms if you did accept his feelings. You got lost in thought for a moment, thinking about how it felt to work on that puffy cat latte all that time ago. Your first coincidental meeting. How things had changed since then, you found it difficult to understand let alone put into words.
Every second you spent making the coffee led to this day in one way or another. Every photo the two of you had captured. The equally coincidental meeting on campus when you were able to put all the pieces together. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think this sufficient enough to be called a meetcute.
“Do you want to take up your luggage to the room first or take a break?” Ayato spoke up as he pulled into the driveway of his home. “I wouldn’t be against making us some coffee, if you want a cup.” You said it while thinking about the cat latte, but he didn’t need to know that was what inspired the idea of coffee. Not to mention, he had a fabulous coffee corner that you couldn’t let go to waste just sitting and looking pretty.
“Ah, in that case, I can bring up all your bags. You don’t have to touch a single one of them,” he smirked as he got out of the car and almost skipped to the passenger seat to open the door for you.
He looked incredibly giddy for someone who was usually so reserved. Part of you wanted to tease him even if you were still hung up on the previous kiss. You shook your head, gently, not in opposition to his words, but to shake the growing smile from your pace. “That would be really nice, thank you.”
You almost sprinted inside after getting out, guest key in hand (that Ayato gave you a few weeks ago), trying to escape his presence. Too much of it and you’d simply crack.
Even though you quickly started on making some espresso and preparing the ingredients for a latte in his kitchen, your mind drifted off yet again. Ayato would come in through the front door every few minutes as he was bringing in your things, and it made your heart rate spike each time. You stared at the cabinet in front of you for entirely too long before you took out your favorite wildflower cup and the cup that Ayato usually used.
There was no way to go about this normally. There was no solution other than the one staring you in the face. You poured the espresso into both cups mindlessly, drifting into the routine you would have at work while your eyes drifted towards your phone.
After you poured the frothed milk and foamed milk on top of the espresso, you set the cups to the side. There was already a notification on your phone when you pressed the power button. Just who you’d been wanting to message.
Roomimi: how is the move going? well, i hope?
You: yeah… just getting into the groove of moving things into their guest room now
Roomimi: that’s good! i wish i could visit, but gorou and i are visiting my mom :((
You: don’t worry, you’ll have time to see me any either time. is it okay if i ask you a question?
Roomimi: what is it?
You: should i just tell him the truth about how i feel?
Roomimi: …are you finally coming to terms?
You: i think i’m going insane holding back all this time, yes. i kissed him before we left for the flight home.
You: it feels selfish of me to do things like that because i like him, i really do. the amount of time i’ve spent with him and the way he’s changed my outlook on life and was always there for me to fall back on.
You: photography and fame aside, he’s such a gentle person and i feel awful doing this to him when i know that i like him
Roomimi: and don’t you think this is something you should tell him straight up, instead of me? especially if you feel so deeply about him to the point that you kissed him during our vacation.
You: …exactly. yeah. i think i have to do it :’))
Roomimi: all that matters is that you follow your heart. whether that be with ayato or your dreams <3
She had a point. You knew it, too. You stuffed your phone in your back pocket before taking the cups and bringing them to the cozy living room—turning on the ambient lighting and some music while you were at it. Ayato walked in shortly after, when you were already laying comfortably on the couch and drinking your latte.
“It smells so nice,” he picked up the cup and sat down beside you.
“You finished?”
“Yeah, everything is in the guest room now. Or rather, your room.”
There was a feeling in your chest, as if it would burst out either into a flurry of butterflies or explosions. “Oh, and I have a welcome gift for you, to help you get settled,” Ayato smiled, gentle and warm. Loving. It didn’t make things easier for you.
You hesitated before finally saying, “I have a welcome gift for you, too.”
“Even though I’m the one that’s already living here?”
“Don’t ask questions, ‘Yato,” you pouted. He was conveniently close, so it only took you leaning in a little bit before your face was inches away from his and you pecked his cheek. Just a peck.
“Is this… the gift?” Ayato stuttered, his mouth slightly agape and his arms frozen on his cup.
“No.” You whispered and leaned in again, this time carefully putting your lips on his. Making sure that they fit perfectly together. Calculating it—as best as you could with such a quickly beating heart and fuzzy mind. It was entirely intentional this time, not the rushed kiss you left before running away previously.
You didn’t want to run away. You only wanted him to be yours more than ever before.
Pulling away for a second, you whispered, “I really like you too, Ayato. I’m sorry that I let you wait all this time just because of my own doubts.”
“You should know I don’t care about that. Thank you, [Name]...”
It didn’t take long before both of your lattes were forgotten on the table and you were kissing on the couch that you’d fallen asleep on together a few months ago.
— new chapter!! it took a bit since the last one but i'm trying to take it slowly. this kiss scene was so fun to write, i hope you guys enjoy it :(( yn is finally being a bit less stubborn hehe
𖤐 Scaramouche probably didn't even acknowledge those feelings at first. He doesn't have a heart, he couldn't have those feelings, right? Well, he does not have a heart, but he does feel.
After so many days, weeks, even months denying his own feelings for you he would end up realizing something was wrong with him. Something was off. How could he be attached to you, a mere mortal who could never be near his place. Yet, there was no denying when he felt his heart ache like that whenever he got to see you.
Pacing restlessly around his room, discussing with himself about the unknown fondness for you. He ended up admitting to himself that he was, indeed, in love. He made a letter, words carefully chosen and written neatly in the expensive paper. What was inside the letter? His confession, in the most indirect way possible, I don't think he would show his vulnerability or love after what happened when he did. He made it clear for you that you should be grateful he chose you, and that he acknowledged you aside from being his companion.
𖤐 Ayato, on the contrary, noticed and accepted those feelings since the first time he felt them.
He is a busy man. He doesn't have much time to spend time outside or with friends —even though he sometimes does for Thoma and his dear sister— but he also knew how important it would be to spare some time for his beloved, you.
He invited you on a date in the most expensive restaurant in Inazuma City. He wanted it to be perfect, to make you happy.
He spent the entire dinner looking at you, admiring every inch of your face. He listened to you talking about your day, about how surprised you felt when you found three beautiful flowers in your garden early in the morning, and how excited you felt about the dinner he invited you over. At the end of the date, before you couldn't get up from your seat, he gently held your hands in his and expressed everything he felt.
𖤐 Itto is the most kind and funny person you've ever met. He was liked by everyone in the Inazuma City, known for his playful, easygoing personality, and well...his lack of intelligence sometimes.
You were good friends with Itto, often hanging out together and chatting about everything you could think of. That was something you loved about him, the fact that he was like a vitamin for you to cure your sadness or numbness just by being with him.
He wasn't the best with feelings, but he did notice something was different with you. You were not just like other friends he has, you were special, unique. He felt something in his chest that he didn't feel with anyone else. And others noticed that too when he would accidentally bring you to whatever topic he could be talking with his friends, or when he thought about you everyday, about that pretty smile of yours.
His confession was...let's just say, surprising. You and him were playing with two beetles you found when he suddenly said "I think I love you" Those words were enough for you to accidentally drop the poor insect and look at him surprised. He looked surprised too that he said it.
