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.”
Warning: NSFW content ahead. Minors do no interact
Your dragon lover going into heat unexpectedly results in your on your back, pressed deeply into the mattress as your lover pounds into you from above. His clawed fingers hold the underside of your thighs, pushing your legs higher up to uour chest until he has you so spread out and vulnerable, forcing pretty mewls and cries from your kiss bruised lips. By the third round you're already so fucked out and sensitive, choked and broken cries soft like honey in his ears, tempting him to swallow you whole. And perhaps it will. But for now, for a short while, he'll collapse on top of you, his throat rumbling with a purr as he nuzzles and licks and kisses up your neck, soothing your raging heartbeat. His cock remains plugged within you, keeping all his load inside, not letting a single drop go to waste.
Characters: ZHONGLI, Neuvillette, Jiyan + any of your faves that fit here.
Ⓒ starrydragoness. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.
Could I request jiyan, brant, male rover, xiangli Yao and mortefi (and if u wanna lingyang too) and them hiding the candy stash of their partner away from them. Like them secretly enjoying the fact that they have too see a pouting, slightly mad partner demanding their sweets while they either prank or do anything fluffy basically
-💎🩵
“Life Is Short, Hide the Candy”
Tags: Jiyan x Reader, Xiangli Yao x Reader, Male!Rover x Reader, Brant x Reader, Mortefi x Reader, Fluff, Humor, Lighthearted Pranks, Established Relationship, Slice of Life, Domestic Moments, Teasing & Banter, Candy Theft (playful), Mild Pining (playful variety), Hidden Soft Sides, Powers Used for Shenanigans, Sweet Tooth Chaos, Flustered Reader, Mischievous Partners, Soft Boyfriend(s) Club, Secret Acts of Affection.
Warnings: Mild romantic content (kissing, cuddling, suggestive teasing), Contains candy (potential allergy note if tagging for dietary concerns), Slight emotional manipulation for fun (e.g., teasing pouting reader), Some characters use supernatural powers playfully, Joking power imbalance.
You scanned the shelves. Then the drawer. Then under the bed.
Gone. All gone.
You spun around to face the General of the Midnight Rangers, who was calmly sipping tea by the window, golden eyes full of unreadable calm.
“Jiyan...” you said, voice dangerously soft. “Where’s my candy?”
He didn't even blink. “I confiscated it.”
“Confiscated? What am I, a rogue ranger violating snack protocols?”
Jiyan set down his teacup with surgical precision. “You’ve exceeded the daily ration. It’s a matter of national security.” His voice was deadpan, but you saw the faintest twitch at the corner of his lips.
You stomped up to him. “You’re enjoying this.”
He finally allowed a small smirk. “Perhaps. Seeing you this animated is... refreshing.”
You crossed your arms, pouting. “I will rebel.”
Jiyan leaned forward, brushing his fingers under your chin. “Then prepare for war, sweetheart.”
Behind him, the faint outline of the Qingloong coiled protectively around a locked drawer.
“BRANT!” you yelled from below deck, voice echoing through the ship. “My candy! My marzipan dragons! They’re GONE!”
Laughter floated down from the crow’s nest, musical and maddening. “Ah, the tragic tale of the Great Candy Vanishing. A sweet sorrow indeed!”
You stomped up to find Brant reclining in his ridiculous cape, casually tossing a licorice piece into his mouth. “You villain.”
He gasped dramatically. “A villain? Me? Surely I am but a humble admirer of your exquisite taste in confections!”
“You ate all of it?!”
He wrapped an arm around your waist, tugging you close. “I’m merely ensuring our stockpile is... shared.” His eyes glimmered with teasing affection. “But fret not, dear heart. I hid a secret stash for you. But you’ll have to earn it.”
“How?”
“A duel! A dramatic reenactment of love lost and candy stolen. You may kiss me at swordpoint.”
You stared at him. “You’re impossible.”
“And yet, you adore me.”
You did. Even more when he produced a bag of candy from his coat’s lining and bowed like a knight. “For the fairest of fools.”
“I know you took it.”
“Define it,” Rover said, reclining on your shared couch like he hadn’t just been caught red-handed.
“You know exactly what I mean. My secret reserve of strawberry chews is missing.”
He raised a brow. “Secret? You kept them in the exact same spot as last time.”
You narrowed your eyes. “Where are they?”
Rover shrugged, but you noticed the faint crinkle of a wrapper in his pocket. You lunged.
Ten minutes later, your apartment looked like a pillow battlefield.
You straddled him, victorious, one hand clutching the precious candy bag, the other pinning him down. He looked up at you with a grin that was way too smug for someone defeated.
“Admit it,” you said. “You did it just to get me riled up.”
“Maybe,” he said, pulling you down for a kiss, “but you’re cute when you’re mad.”
You punched his chest lightly, cheeks warm. “Next time, I’m booby-trapping the stash.”
“Challenge accepted.”
“Xiangli,” you said slowly, eyes narrowing at the empty candy tin, “did you run an experiment on my chocolate again?”
He looked up from his datapad, feigning innocence with the grace of a guilty cat. “I may have needed a... caloric stimulant during prototype calibration.”
You crossed your arms. “That prototype being the mechanical candy retrieval arm you said was ‘just for fun’?”
He cleared his throat. “In my defense, it was fun. And successful.”
You walked over, peering at the robotic arm now quietly holding a half-eaten candy bar.
He glanced at you, amused by your frustrated pout. “You may initiate a retrieval protocol of your own, if you like.”
“Are you... flirting through robotics?”
He smiled faintly, tilting his head. “I would never. I’m simply... offering equilibrium. Would a trade suffice?”
You blinked. “What kind of trade?”
He held out a fresh box of sweets—your favorites—neatly wrapped. “Access to your stash, in exchange for dinner tonight. Just the two of us.”
You melted. “...You’re lucky you’re cute.”
He chuckled softly. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
You glared at the spotless countertop. You glared at the sterile lab drawers. You glared at him.
“Mortefi,” you growled, “I know you hid them.”
He didn’t look up from his notes. “Hid what?”
“My almond toffee stash.”
“Perhaps you misplaced it. Or perhaps,” he glanced your way, “you’ve developed an unhealthy dependency on caramelized sugar.”
You stormed closer. “You love seeing me mad about this.”
“Not mad,” he murmured, finally smirking. “You’re... endearingly wrathful. It’s like watching a kitten attempt war.”
You huffed. “Fine. Keep them. See if I care.”
Ten minutes later, a music box appeared on your desk. You opened it, only for it to play your favorite melody and slowly reveal the toffee inside, nestled like treasure.
Your dragon lover who comes home to you after a long time spent apart and goes to immediately hug you from behind, his arms locking you in his loving embrace and you can feel his heartbeat against your back. He is nosing at the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent that lingers with the smell of spices and herbs from the meal you're preparing. He loves you so much, and he tells you so. Not only through words but the way he holds you as if you're the sole provider of oxygen. The way his teeth lightly nip at your supple skin, leaving behind little faint marks of his love, all over your shoulders and on your nape. He is pawing at your hips, begging you to just come to the couch, to bed, hold him or let him hold you, just allow him the time to be close to you. Allow him the time to show the parts of his love that his words fail to describe. And when you give in you find yourself below him, his head on your chest listening to the drumming of your heart that he couldn't directly kiss. Your fingers are combined through his hair, creating separations in his locks before messing it up gently once more and starting over. His low, quiet sounds of pleasure tell you all you need to know about how he's enjoying this, low and soft grumbles urging you to keep going. Any more of this and he'll start purring on your chest like an oversized cat, but neither of you would mind. Not when he's holding you like his most precious treasure, wrapped around you like a rope, and not when you hold him so tenderly.
Characters: Zhongli, Neuvillette, Jiyan, Mortefi + any of your faves as dragons
Ⓒ n0tamused. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.
⇢ ˗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…
Hi again Kas, thanks for sending in another request! I had fun with this one, there were so many different ideas ((and positions, how dare you shackle me with the curse of choice lol)) I wanted to write. I hope you like what I came up with :)
A short rasp of air huffed from Mortefi’s mouth as you caught the head of his weeping cock between the plush seam of your lips. A soft moan tickled the back of your throat as his taste tingled along your palette, making you swallow the budding saliva along your tongue as your throat bobbed from the action. You peeked up at Mortefi with lidded eyes, long lashes fluttering over the swell of your hot, round cheeks as you took more of his cock into your mouth.
The haze of your heat cycle was just settling in, making all your senses fuzzy and your head dizzy. You yearned to quell the insufferable heat burning between your thick thighs, senses fraying further as a dull ache built up in your core. A pleasant shiver rolled down the length of your spine as Jiyan’s strong hands curled around your pudgy hips, the plump skin spilling between his fingers as he sank his cock deeper into your wet cunt. You moaned, Mortefi’s cock still trapped between your lips as your salacious noises vibrated along his skin and set his teeth on edge.
Your long, serpentine tail coiled tighter around Jiyan’s waist as your fat, needy cunt clenched around his cock, struggling to swallow him all the way down to the base. Wisps of the feathery tip of your tail brushed against his heated skin as you held him closer, scales scorching to the touch and threatening to brand his skin with your mark. Another whimper crawled out of the back of your throat as Jiyan slowly rocked his hips, driving his cock a little deeper as more slick poured from your needy hole and made your legs slip when you pressed them tight together. You sucked on Mortefi’s cock harder, sharp teeth ready to bite into his skin and bleed him dry as his dick bobbed in your mouth and more of his salty essence slid down the back of your throat.
Mortefi’s fingers threaded through your hair as he gently tugged, making your scalp prickle from the delightful sensation as he tried to gain your attention. Your ears perked up to the haggard sound of his breathing, cock throbbing in your mouth as you stared up at him beneath soused lashes.
"Slow down" Mortefi said. "I’m not going anywhere."
He gazed into your dazed eyes, a constellation of tears clinging to the edges of your pretty lashes. You slowed down a little, dragging your rough tongue in circles around the head of his cock before swallowing him back into the heat of your mouth. He moaned and it made you purr in satisfaction, nails as sharp as talons kneading at the soft skin between his thighs as you started to drool on his cock. A short huff blew from Mortefi’s nose.
"Our dragon’s heat is progressing faster than we anticipated."
Jiyan grunted in agreement behind you, his hot breath rolling down the notches of your spine as every hair on the nape of your neck stood up in anticipation. The tips of your pointed ears burned in excitement from the obscene sounds coming from between your thighs as Jiyan ran his hands along your plump thighs, the seam of your wet pussy dripping with more slick as you drenched the sweat soaked sheets below you. It was getting harder for the general to concentrate and keep his slow, methodical pace when your chubby pussy clenched so tight around him.
"Hard to…focus" Jiyan murmured, jaw tense as your slippery cunt squeezed his cock tighter.
The scent of your pheromones was what was really driving the dragon kin mad. It was sweet and fragrant, lingering on their tongues with each deep breath they took. The more they pleased you, the stronger the heady aroma you produced would get, until it clouded their judgement and left nothing but a carnal craving behind. Jiyan wanted you between his teeth, mouth pooling with fresh saliva that he had to swallow regularly as your sweet scent continued to entice him. Mortefi wanted to be pressed closer to you, until he couldn’t tell where you ended and he began. The lenses of his glasses were starting to drip with perspiration, dripping with sweat and further slipping down the bridge of his nose as you continued to work your mouth along his cock, the flicker of your forked tongue over the slit of his cock making his blood boil.
The hot knot in the pit of your stomach twisted tighter as you shuffled closer to Mortefi on your knees, only for Jiyan to grab your soft stomach and rock you back onto his cock. The high-pitched sound you made was muffled around Mortefi’s dick as Jiyan filled you up, his cock slipping deeper between your soused walls until he was rubbing up against that soft, gummy patch that made stars swirl in your vision. Your heart felt like it was ready to leap up into your throat, pulse buzzing in your ears as your blood simmered hotly in your veins. Your toes curled into the soles of your feet as Jiyan squeezed your fat stomach, hips knocking into your shapely rump as your pussy stretched more around his cock. Your senses fizzled, your heat addled mind turning you into nothing more than a whiny, needy animal as fireworks sparked to life in the pit of your gut.
You vibrated with delight when you felt Mortefi’s cock explode in your mouth, his nails scratching along your scalp as his red scales burned just as hot as his cum sliding down your throat. You eagerly sucked on his cock as he moaned above you, fingers brushing along the curve of your horns and making your skull rattle with pleasant chills that licked at your spine. Your tongue continued to lave over his stiff cock as Jiyan’s claws left crescent shaped marks in your plump skin, the roll of his hips stuttering as he came with a loud groan of your name. The moment you felt thick ropes of his hot seed coating your walls you came undone, your swollen, neglected clit throbbing as the coil in your stomach unfurled.
You popped off the end of Mortefi’s cock as you buried your face in his abdomen, whining and moaning with bliss as liquid hot ecstasy flooded your veins with relief. Your pussy continued to throb as pearls of Jiyan’s cum spilled from your weeping hole, the creamy folds of your cunt now messy and sticky with his seed as he slowly pulled out of you. You mourned the loss of warmth, your body still buzzing in the aftermath of your pleasure yet demanding more as the insatiable heat had only been sated for a moment. The scent of your arousal was quick to return as you rubbed your thick, sticky thighs together, a dull heat building in your core once more as you nuzzled your face into Mortefi’s stomach. You peered up at him with big, doe eyes, pupils blown wide and cunt dripping with a mixture of your arousal and Jiyan’s cum as you crawled into his lap.
"Want more" you pleaded with a soft tone. "Please?"
You felt Jiyan join you, pressing against your back as your clammy skin stuck together and your felt his still hard cock between your thighs again. Mortefi’s hands curled around your plump hips as Jiyan grabbed your pudgy stomach against, brushing his nose behind the shell of your ear as your sweet scent bloomed once more.
Waking up from nightmares - Wuthering Waves Characters
Waking up from nightmares - WuWa Characters
malereader x Jiyan/Calcharo/Mortefi/Yuanwu/YangYang/Baizhi (separated), fluff, scenarios;
mxm or mxg;
they can be a little out of character;
Yuanwu
You saw it again. Your partner slipping away, on the ground, in your arms. Just because you arrived too late to rescue him.
You couldn't get over it. Your heart started beating like crazy. Tears came to your eyes. And seconds later you woke up. With a headache that was killing you.
You growled angrily at yourself. Again you let yourself be swept away by those awful illusions.
You looked around, but in the darkness you couldn't see what you were looking for. Nor could you sense it. Unsatisfied, you moved closer to other side of a bed. Fortunately, this helped you reach your partner.
You hugged him gently around his waist and he instinctively woke up by that.
When it came to him that you were not an assassin, only his fiancé, he just murmured questioningly.
-I'm sorry - you replied with slight guilt - Bad dream
-I didn't know that boys your age still have nightmares - he said teasingly.
At which you pinched him with a scowling face.
-Oi oi I was just joking - he assured while snorting lightly, really amused by your behavior.
-This old jokes are not really funny
-Maybe for you - he replied trying to light the mood.
After a while, however, he turned towards you and returned the hug.
-Are you all right? - he asked this time with clear concern in his voice.
-Yes, because I am here with you now
Jiyan
At first second you were running through the middle of a battle, escaping from monsters.
And at the next one you were snatching your upper body from a bedsheets scattered all over your tent.
Your eyes were wide open and your mouth gaped.
You don't know how long it took. Seconds, minutes or maybe more.
Eventually, however, you came back to reality. You calmed your breathing and looked around, recalling where you actually were. Still at least a couple of kilometers away from a battlefield.
You threw something over your uncovered shoulders and blindly walked out of a tent.
A small campfire and glow of stars allowed you to see more than just a tip of your own nose. You were deeply grateful for that.
A few steps away, just under a large tree, Jiyan seated himself. As you thought, he had taken over the watch over this part of a camp.
Even though it should be done by someone lower in rank, Jiyan still felt this strange sense of responsibility inside him. A need to be sure that all his comrades were safe.
You used to try to talk him out of it, but over time you got used to it. And at this exact moment you needed something other than an argument.
With a sleepy steps you walked through the separating distance and took place right next to him.
Beaten, you rested your head on his shoulder and closed your tired eyes.
-Bad dream? -he asked just for affirmation.
And you murmured with a nod, snuggling your head more into his body. Trying to find a perfect position and insisting on getting those few more precious minutes of sleep.
Jiyan understood well what you were facing. He himself had experienced it many times. Nightmares only escalated the more you approached your next battle. Memories kept coming back and phantoms of your lost comrades haunted you after nights.
Yet he also knew that there was no way to deal with it.
So he took your hand in his and began to knead it gently. He didn't want to express his feelings too much in public, but at the same time he wanted to reassure you about his presence. Hoping that his support would allow you to relax and drift off. While he kept protecting you both.
Mortefi
-[M/N]! [M/N]! -irritated Mortefi slapped your arm several times. Stubbornly trying to get out of your embrace. He didn't know about what terrible thing you were dreaming, but whatever it was, it made you squeeze him with an unhuman strength. Almost crushing his fragile body.
-[M/N]!
Your heart beat faster.
Suddenly you opened your eyes. Your grip only tightening.
-Mortefi? -you asked hesitantly. Wanting to make sure of his nearness.
-It won't be for long, if some fool doesn't stop suffocating me! - Mortefi hissed with a fake anger in his voice.
And without warning, he flashed with colors of his scales. Thanks for that, even in the darkness, you could see his sulky face for a split second.
-Oh… sorry.
Still not fully awake, though rather sad, you loosened your grip. Mortefi immediately crawled out of your arms and moved to a sitting position.
However, hearing your voice, his heart melted. Real Mortefi instantly returned.
-Can- can I do something for you? -he asked unsurely, angry at himself over how he had jumped on you.
For a moment, he just really felt close to getting broken ribs.
-Oh, no baby no -you assured- Nothing really, don't worry -you suddenly raised yourself on your elbows- Are you alright? Did I hurt you?
Mortefi rapidly shook his head. However, he quickly remembered that with the light off you couldn't see it.
Not wanting to bring up the subject again, he reached out his hands in your direction.
At first contact, his fingers gently brushed your neck. Slowly he moved his hands higher. Stopping on your cheeks. He squeezed them tighter, pulling your head in his direction and laying it on his stomach.
-Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you - you asked slightly heartbroken. At that, Mortefi could almost picture you with imaginary flopped ears.
-Then I'll wake you up again- he assured, quite embarrassed.
-What did you dream about? - he changed the topic.
You just frowned and mumbled, not really wanting to return to that.
-Do you want me to sing for you? - he bit his lip unsurely, recalling situations from the past.
You rapidly nodded your head, and Mortefi laughed lightly at the sensation of your tickling hair.
He grabbed your strands and began to gently play with them. Massaging your head in the process. After a long moment, he began humming a lullaby from his childhood.
Calcharo
You jumped off the bed with a silent scream. Looking straight ahead, you were inhaling air with a greedy gasps. While thick drops of sweat ran down your face, chest was dropping and rising like crazy.
You involuntarily slid your hand out to your right side, in search of help. Instead of the expected warmth of your partner's body, you appeared to come into a contact with the cooling bedsheets.
You rushed with your eyes to the other half of a bed.
Calcharo was nowhere to be seen.
Though still in shock, you made your way to the hallway.
A dim light came from a small kitchen, so you followed its path.
When you crossed a doorway of room, your partner came into a view.
Calcharo was standing backwards. In his hand he was holding a cup with an unidentified drink.
-Care to join me?
He turned towards you. As if completely unfazed by your presence. Even though it happened to you for the first time.
Still hot and overwhelmed with emotion, you looked at him more closely. Despite your distraction, you couldn't help but notice a slightly torn white T-shirt. Signs of overclocking.
-What-… what's that? - you asked hesitantly while slowly stabilizing your breathing.
Man spun around once again. Though this time sideways, to the close stove. He pulled a new cup from a cabinet and turned his attention to a pot from which steam was still floating.
He moved as smoothly as if things that he had just experienced were completely normal for him.
-One of my clients said that hot milk helps. Not that I believe him. But we are wasted anyway.
Baizhi
You were awakened from your nightmare by a gentle shaking. You gritted your teeth and squeezed your eyelids tighter. Trying to banish a sight of fallen comrades from your mind.
-[M/N]? -someone squeezed your shoulder harder.
You pulled yourself up on a bed. Sliding your hand out of a pair of delicate palms. You opened your eyes blinking several times. You could feel something wet slide off your forehead. A cold compress.
-You started to sweat a lot and tremble as well - someone explained monotonously and quietly.
You turned towards direction of that voice. Sight of your girlfriend came into a view. Light of a candle placed on your bedside table was falling on her body dressed-up in your white shirt.
Baizhi looked like she hadn't slept for a fairly long time.
-At first I wasn't sure if it was a nightmare or an illness. But after a long analysis, I came to the conclusion that it was just a bad dream.
You looked at her confused and at the same time slightly offended.
-Just?
Baizhi looked down at her hands, avoiding eye contact. She bit her cheek gently.
You were already about to say something when she got up from her knees and, almost jumping off the bed, ran to the cabinet.
-Herbal tea made with flowers from Taoyuan Vale. It is supposed to help with sleep - she straightened her hands, moving cup closer to you. By doing so, she bowed in traditional way, with expectation of you accepting her gift.
Drink definitely left a bitter aftertaste, but at the same time it strangely calmed you down.
-Thank you, Baizhi - you replied with genuine gratitude. Corners of her mouth gently lifted upward. Not to mention a slight blush on her cheeks.
Yangyang
Frightened, you rose quickly from a bed. Panting heavily. In your head you still saw that chase. Or rather, an escape. In this dream, you were the prey.
You quickly pulled yourself together. You wanted to go right back to sleep, just to avoid waking up your girlfriend.
However, when you were about to rest your back against the mattress once again, something prevented you from doing so. And it wasn't that suspiciously lit bedside lamp. Something was stubbornly squeezing your hand.
You looked to the side. Your girlfriend was kneeling by your bed. Waves of her black hair splashed across your duvet, right next to your body.
-Yangyang? -you asked softly. Girl, however, didn't respond.
You dipped your free hand into her hair and gently stroked her strands. Trying not to get tangled in them, and in the same time awaken your partner. Slowly you repeated her name louder and louder until she finally woke up.
-[M/N]!
She immediately got off the floor and threw herself around your neck, squeezing as hard as she could.
-I was so scared! -she spoke in a shaky voice- I tried so hard to wake you up, but- but I couldn't! And you-. you just…-
Words caught in her throat, she couldn't finish. She began to swallow air and tears greedily.
Worried, you squeezed her torso, pushing her back by a short distance.
-Hey, babe. I'm completely fine, you have nothing to worry about -you assured, stroking her cheek in a calming manner.
You quickly forgot about your nightmare when all your attention got preoccupied with taking care of one tiny soul.
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.”
