sanriome

[sanriome]

currently thinking about... Scaramouche

modern roommate au edition!

[Genshin Masterlist]

Listen I had a dream last night and I haven't stopped thinking abt it so here yall go I finally had motivation to write this lmao and truly none of these drabbles have fit the "currently thinking about" aspect of this series better. Also... this got ahead of me its longer than usual LMAO

imagine leaving your room in the middle of the night to see scaramouche at the front door, halfway out, about to leave. he turns to you with a confused look, but you simply ask where he's going.

"out," he replies bluntly, offering very little information as usual.

"can i come?"

you're still dressed, having stayed up late to do some work, so you absently make your way over to where your shoes lay in the hall. he won't say no to you, he never does.

this has been some unspoken ritual between the pair of you for a few weeks now. he gets up in the middle of the night to go "clear his head" and you come with him. it's pleasant.

he's grabbing a helmet from the side table whilst you tie your laces and you can't help but look at it in surprise.

"since when did you have a bike?"

"since this afternoon." he passes the helmet across to you and you take it willingly. "here, so you don't die."

it's a nice motorbike, pretty new model v4 engine and expensive tyres- he definitely shelled out some serious cash for it. you still aren't entirely sure what his job is but it clearly pays handsomely.

he pats the back of the bike once he's sat on it, offering you to join him. the thought of being pressed in such close proximity to your roommate sends a flutter through your stomach. you wrap your arms round his middle and hold tight as he takes off down the street.

the wind whipping past your face is exhilarating, sending adrenaline pulsing through your system. you feel alive like this, excited and free. you're sure the company you're with helps that sensation.

everything always seems better with scaramouche, whether he's being an absolute brat with you in the moment or not. the quiet times like this, however, when it's just the two of you alone together with nobody to bother you, feel unforgettable.

you come to a stop around the park you usually walk to together, suddenly having to deal with the stinging against your cheeks from the drive now you're back on your feet. as you go to place your hands against them, they're pulled away and replaced with another set.

"the helmet was supposed to stop you getting hurt," he pouts, rubbing a thumb across your cheek tenderly.

"i didn't realise you cared so much," you tease, subconsciously leaning into the touch.

"idiot," he chides, but there's no venom to his tone. it's practically a term of endearment for you at this point.

you nearly miss it whilst you blink, but he presses the most feather-light of kisses to the tip of your nose before pulling away entirely and holding out his hand.

"come on." he starts walking off before you've taken it, leaving you to jog to catch up, but you eagerly take his hand all the same and lace your fingers together snugly.

you wouldn't miss these late-night strolls for the world.

[sanriome]

a bit different from what i'd usually send but can i request sfw hcs for venti, scaramouche, thoma, and kazuha (i wasnt sure how many characters can be included per hc, feel free to remove kazuha if i added too much!) about reader suffering from period cramps and stuff?

mother nature and my professors are making me suffer so i need some comfort 🤧 tysm!

-☁️

when you’re on your period (venti, scaramouche, thoma, kazuha)

how your boyfriend comforts and looks after you while you're on your period!

# * . & | characters: scaramouche, kazuha, venti, thoma.

# * . & | content: sfw, venti x reader, scaramouche x reader, thoma x reader, kazuha x reader, fluff, gn reader (who has a period), established relationship, comfort, cramps, nausea, mention of blood, ig a little bit of angst? emotional reader. basically just a lot of fluff and comfort!

# * . & | type: headcanons.

# * . & | word count: 4,856.

i'm sorry to hear that you're having a tough time, ☁️ anon! between your period and professors, that sounds like a lot :( here's a bunch of fluff and comfort for you! ♡ as someone who has terrible cramps to the point where i'm on the pill to skip it, i loved writing this ask! comfort while on your period is  。ﾟ( ﾟஇ‸இﾟ)ﾟ。  i hope this helped you feel a little better, i tried to get this out as fast as i could  ♡꒰ᵕ༚ᵕ⑅꒱

♡.

# * . & | VENTI

venti is so sweet. he'd definitely tell that something was wrong before you even come to him. (y’know, the whispers of the wind and all). 

so he turns up at your door, unannounced, with a bag of local sweets and pastries under his arm and a gentle smile.

cutie.

his main thing is that he'll try to cheer you up. having your period can leave you feeling pretty miserable, sometimes with a shitty or depressed mood, so it's his goal to make you feel better. this can involve anything from trying to make you laugh (successful), telling you stories from across teyvat, singing (he has such a pretty voice) or just in general having fun with you.

if you're feeling up for it, he'll take you out to do something. but if you're just feeling too crap then he'll entertain you as well as he can inside, and make sure that you're all comfortable.

as someone who's been around for thousands of years (and possibly had multiple forms), venti is pretty versed in this kind of stuff.

even more so as he's spent so long getting to know every part of you. without fail, every time you're feeling crappy while on your period he'll just pop up with your favourite food cravings—no matter how unhealthy, or how indulgent. he's become a master at knowing what you want without needing to ask!

your archon boyfriend ♡

this doesn't mean he's immune to how you're feeling though.

it upsets him to see you in pain, no matter how much he'll try to make you comfortable. even with all your favourite foods and some pain-relieving concoctions from the church of favonius, period cramps still seep through. they can have you rocking in a ball or dry sobbing and he never wants to see you in that state.

it makes him feel a bit helpless. he's an archon for god's sake, but there's not a whole lot he can do other than shower you with love and kisses.

he's had a sad origin. you're the best thing that's happened to him ever since ascending to godhood. he needs you to feel alright.

he'd definitely freak out if you started crying because of mood swings (me asf 🙋).

"oh no, no. what's got my love so sad?"

a sap.

he's too sweet, it would probably make you cry more.

gently cups your face with both of his hands and looks into your eyes with his own watery gaze (he hates seeing you cry). he'll wipe away the tears and kiss all over your face murmuring soft and silly things until you crack a laugh or a smile.

that makes him smile brightly too.

(help, this has me in such a venti boyfriend mood).

often plays his lyre to soothe you to sleep while you curl up on him. you'd probably be in that classic period pain position where your knees are brought up to your chest and you're hunched over them, trying to alleviate the cramps. he'll sing all your favourite songs.

kisses on the back of your neck, your shoulders, spine, and stomach (if you're up for it).

he's also a surprisingly good listener, so if you want to complain about shit to him then he'll hear you out dutifully while nodding intently along. as someone who loves to cry about everything on my period, i'd find this super soothing ♡

ATTENTIVE BOYFRIEND

"yahoo, Y/N!" venti's sing-song call rings throughout your home as he enters on his own accord, finding the living area empty. he has a collection of items in his arms, including your favourite flowers. "your archon has arrived!"

such a dummy.

from the bedroom, you make a disagreeable noise. "ugh, venti, don't come in here," you groan with your face pressed into the pillow. "i look gross." you're wearing old baggy clothes, because you woke up having bled through your pyjamas, and haven't really moved save for changing. your hair is a mess, you're feeling sluggish, and your curtains are still closed. it feels worse being in a dark room, but you can't be bothered to get up to draw the windows open.

"ah, you know i don't care about that." he appears in the doorway with a smile, braids swaying. "you're lovely anyway." you roll your eyes affectionately and curl up further until it's physically impossible to protect your stomach anymore. curse your uterus for this disaster.

he comes close enough to stand in front of you when you murmur, "who knew the anemo archon would be such a sap?" it makes venti beam when you offer him a gentle smile and sit up to see what he's brought along. there are cecilia flowers, salts for a bath, medicine to assist with pain relief, your favourite sweets...

"you're feeding my candy addiction," you accuse him. "this is all your fault."

playfully, he cocks his head and smiles at you. "how are you feeling?" his observant eyes roam over you quickly, assessing the situation with ease. it feels good to have him so close. "your cramps are bad? you're hunching." he always. knows. 

"don't make fun of me," you groan, pressing your face into the safety of his chest. "i had a shitty morning." just thinking about it makes you want to cry. how embarrassing and discouraging it feels to be woken up by your period... you'd had plans today to go out, too. your hands cling to venti as he kisses the top of your head.

"never, never," venti promises, voice light-hearted like always. "hmm, let's see if we can make things better." you whine in complaint when he pulls away from you, warmth gone, but it's only for a moment.

deftly, venti pulls your curtains open, just knowing what you need without having to ask, a smile on his face. the sunlight makes you blink, but it feels better than the dingy, sluggish dark. archons... your cramps are killing you. you let yourself flop back onto the bed, curling into a ball. hopefully the painkillers he brought will kick in after a while. the need to cry stings your eyes.

he sits down on your bed, right next to your curled form. "want to go do something today? i hear good hunter is stocked full of your favourite. oh, and there's meant to be a particularly fascinating bard playing at angel's share tonight. not me. they're an outlander, i heard." his legs swing a little, as he rubs the nape of your neck. venti leaves kisses down your shoulder.

your lip quivers as you tilt your head up to look him in the eye. "can we stay in, ven?" you ask. there's a pit of guilt pooling in your stomach. "i'm sorry, i just—"

he's quick to kiss over your face, smile never leaving. "of course! why are you sorry?" his thumb rubs tenderly over your cheekbone, his eyes soft. "i have the best new songs to play for you! someone in liyue has come up with something wonderful. ah, and i went by good hunter earlier anyway. here." he pulls out a paper bag of your favourite pastries. you still don't know how you got so lucky.

you decide the reason why fate decided to give you such a blessing of a lover doesn't matter when settles behind you and wraps his arms around your middle. you don't need to question—just savour it.

 ♡.

# * . & | SCARAMOUCHE

gremlin man would be a bit of an ass about it first (as expected) because that's just how he is. not that he'd necessarily make fun of your period as per say, but he'd definitely be like, "what are you complaining so much for? don't expect me to slack off with you."

he just has issues showing affection.

leaves for work like a dick.

>:(

but then he shows up an hour later with a basket full of chocolate, ice cream, flowers, that blanket of his you love, and a few candles.

he grumbles that your whining would have annoyed him for the next week if he didn't help you (it's a lie, he didn't like the idea of you being in pain while he was doing harbinger business away from you).

he'd never admit that part though, but you know it.

he'll settle you down somewhere comfortable, like the couch or bed, and make sure you're as well looked after as you can be. this is one of those times when he gets protective because, yeah, you're in pain and he doesn't like that. at all.

dealing with your period is a difficult opponent for him. had it been a person threatening you or causing you pain, scaramouche would have taken care of it pretty quickly. but considering there is, well, no one to get his revenge on for causing your suffering, he's at a bit of a loss.

the chocolate he brought is from an expensive snezhnaya confectionary, and he went to the best infirmary to find something to alleviate the pain a little. even the candles look like they'd cost a hand and leg to buy. basically, everything is top quality and specially sourced. all stuff he'd thought would help you.

(he had asked childe and signora what to do—signora laughed him out of the room, but childe took pity).

that's definitely the reason for the last item in the basket.

"hmm? what's this?" you ask, retrieving what turns out to be a stuffed plush toy of a purple cat, with big ears and a button nose. it wears a little frown. your heart squeezes and you hide a chuckle. scaramouche got this...?

"ah. tartaglia let me know that such toys are commonplace for when someone's on their period. of course, i had to get the best if it'll help relieve your sickness. he mentioned that cats were best, though i forget which colour—"

at which you can't help but let out an amused, "where did he hear that?" you squish the toy's cheeks up and laugh at the implications of your clueless, harbinger boyfriend buying a cute plushie because he heard it would automatically make you feel better. (it does).

scaramouche looks mortified and furious all at once.

"i'm going to kill that orange-haired bastard—"

"oh, stop, scara. it's cute." when you giggle at him, his cheeks turn pink. grumbles that childe feeding him false, embarrassing information is not cute but if it makes you happy then fine.

affection with scara is always a bit interesting. especially in circumstances such as this.

he calls you a brat, and then runs a bath. he grumbles about how clingy you are, and then holds you against his chest. he complains about you being a crybaby, and then tenderly massages your abdomen to relieve cramps.

he doesn't mean anything that he says—his actions prove that. not to mention the way his scoffs are laced with affection.

he'll lie around with you all day, letting you bury your face into his stomach/chest, listening to you grumble—he can't help but smile at your complaints about the world and mother nature, when your face is hidden in him and you can't see. his fingers will run through your hair and massage your scalp. scaramouche will offer a good few complaints about the world too, to join in with you.

god forbid anyone comes to your door requesting that you take part in a mission, or trying to tell him that he isn't just allowed to abandon his harbinger duties for however long you need him.

he'll threaten them with an early retirement or an early grave if they come back to bother you, and then slam the door in their faces.

mean but loving scara ♡

he really does try his best, even if he's bad with his words. being tender is tough for the sixth fatui harbinger.

if his usually harmless words actually get to you (because period mood swings and vulnerability suck), and god forbid you start to cry, he'd panic.

cue freak-out time.

scara is a shitty apologiser. he rarely apologises for everything unless he super badly fucks up, but this feels like a super bad fuck-up. the last thing he wants is to genuinely upset you. especially when you've been in clear pain the whole day. so what the hell is he supposed to do now?

your hunched form on the bed, face buried in your arms and knees drawn up to your chest, looks pitiful with the way you tremble with sobs. your shoulders are shaking. panic fills him up inside. fuck. all he'd said was to not be so needy when he handed you a hot water bottle he'd fixed himself. it wasn't something that he meant. those kind of jabs between you two were just second nature, usually you shot them back with a teasing tone and a poked out tongue—something like, "then don't keep entertaining my needs, stupid"—but now you were in tears? it made him panic a little.

"uh, Y/N, you..." he tests his words. "these emotions aren't necessary."  it wasn't spoken in a mean tone, careful and gentle at the edges. he really was just trying to help. obviously, it was the wrong thing to say. you start crying harder. he mutters under his breath, "what the fuck?" and pinches the bridge of his nose. shit. shit. a sigh leaves his mouth and he approaches your side of the bed, where you're obviously feeling terrible. honestly, at this point you just want him to leave you alone to suffer. even though he's been taking care of you all day. that one little comment had triggered a nasty mood swing. ugh. it felt like shit. he tried again, "i—"

"you can be so fucking mean, scara," you mutter. why did he have to say things like that? it was what you'd signed up for, but today? when you'd had the worst cramps you'd had in ages and felt tired all over? "why can't you just be nice like every other boyfriend is?" that's a pretty nasty jab—it makes him stiffen. right for the insecurity that he's going to lose you. you want to shake some sense into yourself, but quite frankly you're too upset to care. 

the bed dips as he sits down beside you. he seems to consider his options for a moment, before he's shifting right up to your hunched form and putting his arms around you, letting you thud your head against his chest. hmph, you think irritably, but don't pull away. your eyes sting. you want to go to sleep. 

"you know i didn't mean that, dumbass." this is hard for him. he's not used to being so outwardly physically affectionate with him initiating.

you punch him in the chest, fist thudding weakly and dully with a lack of force. "don't call me dumbass."

scaramouche can't help but frown. while he mentally calculates what to do—how is he supposed to reassure you? does he be nice? what can he say? how to be nice?—his hands smooth over your shoulders, face pressed into your hair. a sniffle leaves you. it's clear you're still in pain too, knees moving upwards so they're trapped between both of your bodies. it's an attempt to curl up. 

"tch," he mutters. he cups your face in his hands. the soft action contradicts his words. it's rare to see such a vulnerable side of scaramouche, but you see it now. those affectionate eyes, a little sad from upsetting you, and the soft, kissable slope of his slightly downturned lips. "such a crybaby..." he murmurs softly, tenderly, stroking his thumb over your cheek. there's no venom in it—the word has become more of a pet name at this point than an insult. he lays a gentle kiss on your mouth, leaning his forehead against yours. if only there was some other way to help you. how to fix this...? "i—... i'm sorry for upsetting you. it... wasn't my intention..." you can see how much it pains him to apologise—a man with such high pride that you often have to knock him down a few pegs.

you're still grumpy with him. you huff and grumble, pull your teary, disgruntled face out of his caring hands. but you're too sore, tired, and emotionally worn out to put up a fight. plus, despite your emotions, you know your anger and hurt is misplaced and irrational. this is just how scaramouche is. you love him for it. you love him. so you mumble a grouchy, "you're such a dick," and bury your face into his chest. hug him tight and let his shirt catch the rest of your frustrated tears. there's a pout on your lips.

he hums, knowing it well, though this is one of those times where he genuinely feels bad for it. his hand strokes through your hair, and his other comes to rest on the small of your back. it centres him to feel the soft rise and fall of your breaths with your body pressed over your own. "brat." he leaves a kiss on your forehead as you slip into sleep—and scaramouche prepares for when you wake up. "whatever. i already said i'd take care of you, didn't i?"

♡.

# * . & | THOMA

thank god for a pyro vision boyfriend.

will take a few days off of housekeeping duty to stay home with you when your period is at its worst stages.

he's always warm so expect a lot of snuggles!

thoma is very, very comforting and affectionate when you're ill, and this time is no different. forehead kisses, hair stroking, cuddles with you snug and safe against his chest. he'll just let you cling to him all day if that's what you want. has no complaints because it means he gets to be close to you and helps you feel a little better.

if you're like me, who gets emotional and insecure when you're on your period, he'd be the type to constantly reassure you that everything's okay and that he's not going anywhere. indulges in your clinginess.

he's perfect.

he'll dote on your every hand and foot (cough cough, malewife). because of his duties in the kamisato household, he's just really good at this kind of stuff. if you need anything, man will literally leap off of the bed/couch and run to get whatever you want. literally the perfect boyfriend wtf.

overachiever.

he'd be the type to have you curled against his chest and between his legs while he reads a book and fits your face in the crook of his neck. rubs your spine and shoulders and just leaves kisses in your hair.

lets you nap on him!

he heats up his hands with his pyro vision and uses them to warm your stomach and lower back. free heat pack cramp reliever boyfriend. will literally remain in that position forever just to help the pain go away. (idk about you but period me would BAWL if my boyfriend ever did this for me, so if you do that then thoma will be quick to comfort you).

will make you mondstadt dishes from whatever he can remember. he likes making dishes from his hometown (he gets homesick) and would make you healthy but super indulgent meals. particularly likes making you soup.

probably bakes you chocolate-chip cookies too.

will clean up if you bleed through anything. that's always super embarrassing, so you bet he'd be on it so fast. "don't worry about it, babe. i'll take care of it!"

never lets you feel humiliated.

he'll hold your hand and do any lovey dovey stuff that you want.

occasionally does idiotic shit by accident, like smacking himself in the head with a broom when he's cleaning up. it always makes you giggle from where you'd been lying—previously miserable—on the couch. he always shoots you a crooked grin and a wink after.

keeps checking to see how you are. like, when you're eating he'll continue to look over at you with a smile to make sure you're content and enjoying the food he made for you. will watch you while he cleans because he's in love and wants to make sure you're happy. just enamoured with you.

and the moment you look less than okay, he's right there asking what you need.

he's just perfect.

"thoma, you don't have to do all of this..." you murmur, but really don't want to leave as you snuggle against his warm chest, feeling his hands stroke caringly down your back. he's already done your chores around the house—cleaning, done the dishes, made sure your sheets were fresh. you hadn't even asked him to do anything. it's good enough that he's just here. but he insisted.

"ah, nonsense," thoma replies, gently massaging the skin around the small of your spine, helping to relieve back pain. "it made you feel better, right?" it's true that a clean home always makes you feel more accomplished, more comfortable, especially when you're in pain and all you want to do is rest. that, and he'd cooked for you. had you relax on the couch while he made lunch and then baked, took care of you. you're used to spending your periods alone. having someone so loving be with you through them... it meant so much.

you can't help but tuck your face into the crook of his neck, feeling safe. he lets you nuzzle there. "weren't you meant to be at work?"

"hmm? oh, i took some days off. i don't like leaving you alone like this." he grins when you slap his side lightly, silently warning him that he still needs to go to his job. "if you're worried for me, don't be. ayaka said it was perfectly fine. she actually mentioned that it was a nice gesture—that you were lucky or something." thoma mentions it like it's a throwaway comment, voice breathy with amusement. he's so selfless it's stupid.

"well i am!" you exclaim, lifting up your face to stare him in the eye. "you're taking care of me even though this is something that happens every month. and you're here anyway! just because you know i like you being with me." you cling to the front of his shirt, pouting a little. more pain and nausea shoots through you at the action—you can't help but wince. thoma immediately cups your face when he notices you're hurting.

he looks a bit quizzical. "i don't know why i wouldn't."

with a groan you flop down again. he instinctively runs his hand through your hair and smooths his fingers over the back of your head. "ugh. you're too good. don't ever leave me." he's so, so warm—you could fall asleep like this any second. it's so easy to forget about the agony of your cramps when he's here distracting you. especially with his natural heat.

thoma chuckles, his legs still cradling you. now, his hand slides down to your lower stomach again in order to help ease any incoming cramps. he's too thoughtful. "i don't plan on leaving you, don't worry. ever, actually. you're stuck with this."

"the audacity of you to say that like it's a bad thing," you grumble, looping your arms around the back of his neck to get closer to him. your period might be the bane of your existence, but lazy days like this with thoma all to yourself make it somewhat bearable.

♡.

# * . & | KAZUHA

ginger tea.

also fennel, raspberry, green, chamomile—he makes anything herbal to relieve cramps and help you relax.

will let you cuddle up against him and will hold you while he recites romantic poetry like a sap and leaves kisses in your hair.

is the type of boyfriend to literally apologise for your period and cramps as if it's his fault.

wtf kazu?

is always making sure you're hydrated. strokes your hair a lot and convinces you to eat and drink even if you're feeling too sick to, because he knows it will help you feel better.

honestly, you having bad cramps and feeling so shitty freaks him out a little. he doesn't like to see you hurting, especially when it's out of his control. expect him to have a calm demeanour like always, but be stressing on the inside. he's also extra clingy when you're like this. (the consequences of watching his best friend die). just wants you to be okay.

writes you haikus and other fragments of poetry to cheer you up.

rubs circles into the small of your back while cuddling with you. will give you a massage if you're sore.

he'll kiss the tears off your face if you start crying (it will upset him too) and just keeps you company very well.

usually he likes being out and about—exploring, indulging in his freedom, admiring the world while in the sun and wind—but in these moments there's nowhere he'd rather be than with you. he won't dare leave you like this.

he probably asks beidou for advice the first time you have your period while dating him.

beidou quite literally has to end up pushing him out of the door because he won't stop asking her questions. everything she answers with, he needs to elaborate on. like: okay, three to seven days—will there be cramps all that time? mood swings—would they prefer to see me, will that upset them? chocolate—what kind? no caffeine—does that include in chocolate? what teas are most effective? where to find hot water bottles? best meals?

she locks him out.

he really just wants to make it as comfortable for you. especially since this will be a monthly thing and he needs to know how to help from now on. you two are in this together.

literally makes you a nest in your bed, with blankets, pillows, a pot of tea, and a hot water bottle. nestles you up so you're all comfortable and safe. gives you whatever you want.

disappears for a little while and you're like wtf.

but then...

"kazu?" you groan when kazuha returns to your room, after having been absent for enough time to it to be noticeable. you’re hunched in a fetal position, hands clasped over your abdomen. it hurts. your hormones are wreaking havoc on your emotions—now, when you glance over at him at the end of your bed, with a soft smile and his sleeve rolled up, you get a bit teary. you'd half been worried he'd left you. "where did you go?"

one of his hands strokes over your hair, the other gently laying over your knee. "i readied a hot bath. if you're feeling up for it i can take you there. or we can stay here, if you'd prefer. either is perfectly fine."

you take a moment to shove your face in the pillow and groan out something between a pained sound from your cramps, and a sob at what you'd done to deserve a boyfriend this sweet. then you push yourself up into a sitting position, wincing. he's quick to kiss the tears away from your face and hold out a hand to help you up. 

"thank you, kazuha," you murmur as he leads you to the bathroom. he's so careful with you. "you're so kind."

he offers you one of his gentle smiles. "don't say that like it isn't what you deserve. i'd do all this for you and more, my love. i'm sure that one day i'll be able to harness even the stars for you. the sun, the moon, they're all yours. hmm, maybe i can turn that into a haiku..."

you whisper to yourself, "archons. you'll kill me like this, kazu."

it feels like you've ascended to celestia when you actually see the bath. it's rolling with hot steam, scattered with rose petals and slightly cloudy with the presence of the lavender bath salts you can smell in the air (for relaxation and cramp relief). various candles have been lit around the room, glowing in the otherwise dim light. it's lovely. something this thoughtful and romantic isn't very unusual for kazuha, but it still takes your miserable brain by surprise. all you can do is stare in awe. here you are, feeling gross and sore, and kazuha did... all this... just to make you feel better? a lump forms at the back of your throat.

he looks at you hopefully, "are you happy?"

all you can do is swallow and nod as he leads you over to the edge, words stolen from your mouth. it's all you need. "kazuha, i—"

"you don't need to thank me," he replies, hugging you close to him. his lips press to your forehead as you squeeze your glossy eyes closed. "i'm sorry you have to be in pain. i hope this can... ease your suffering a little. i'll be right here."

♡.

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[sanriome]

a thousand words

pairings (separately!) - diluc ragnvindr, kaeya alberich, albedo, childe, zhongli, xiao, kaedehara kazuha, scaramouche, dainsleif x gender neutral reader

word count - 2322

genre - hurt/comfort

format - drabbles

warnings - crying, focal point on being touch starved, use of xiao's real name because i love him, cursing in scara's because there will ALWAYS be cursing in scara's

summary - a touch starved reader crumbles upon being given love and affection for the first time by their beloved <3

a/n - hop aboard the self indulgent train!!!/hj but this idea has been on my mind for a while now so i'm eager to write it! :D also this is borderline rambling i apologize if it's not your thing :')))

our actions hold within them partial universes created of stardust and glitter, and a thousand words rooted in the slight slip of one's hand across another's cheek, or perhaps a longing, loving gaze that manages to enrapture another and speak volumes in silence. a simple hug would speak even more than thick, yellowed books and detailed encyclopedias that stretch on for volume upon volume.

you began to realize this when the way in which he caressed your cheek with such love had you melting under his breathy gaze and falling limp in his arms. his body alone seemed to preach with an airy cadence without a single word escaping past his lips.

for so long you'd bared the biting nip of frosting cold and let a sheen of ice coat itself along your skin. yet his touch seemed to melt what remained of blooming winter both in your heart and soul and left behind a shivering something, curled up in a ball and smaller than a marble: the desire for affection, to be loved, and to be wanted.

even now as his arms fit snug around your body for the first time, you let your mind wander to your times of icy frost and barren loneliness where only the softness of your pillow could provide some sort of solace for the gaping hole in your heart where loving hugs and kisses to your cheek were supposed to fit perfectly.

"is this okay?"

you wanted to laugh bitterly at how courteous he was,

"such a gentleman, of course it is." you teased despite the watery waver to the tail end of your voice.

when his arms drew tighter around your body and you felt his lips come to once again melt away at the snow around your temple, your mind drew back to those sleepless nights where all you longed for was one single hug, and suddenly all the snow had been thawed by his touch and left behind a calm, gentle stream of rivulets that trickled down your cheeks from the reservoirs hidden behind your eyes.

oh, how loved you felt in his arms.

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diluc.

upon hearing the first of your sniffles, diluc's body went rigid as rock as he hurried to pull you away from his shoulder and inspect your face. what he hadn't expected was for you to dive right back in, your arms slung around his torso as if holding too slack would mean he'd fade away into nothing and you'd be left to bear the stinging void of loneliness once again.

"please don't let me go, not yet." sputtered between little hiccups and wheezes, you prayed that he managed to hear the words you spoke directly into his heart.

and hear them he did, in fact he did more than hear them: he understood them. his strong, broad arms moved upwards to hold your body tight against his, taking great care to treat you as if you'd break under his touch. the gentle swipe of hair from your damp forehead and brush of his fingers against your tear-soaked cheeks had your knees buckling under the newfound touch.

to admit his own starve of touch out loud would embarrass him to no end, but he'd never deny the way your warmth made his heart flutter. and he hoped that he could mend the holes in your heart and indulge in each other's arms and this foreign feeling of touch, together.

"it's okay," diluc spoke into the roots of your hair, eyes shutting in pure bliss, "i'm here now, you're not alone anymore."

and you believed him, with all your heart.

kaeya.

"angel? what's going on? are those tears i see?"

despite the teasing lilt to his voice, the worry lined around his lilac pupils could never betray his mind. his hands held your sniffling face as if you were crafted by the gods themselves, each swipe of his thumb careful and gentle and each peck to your nose, eyelid, cheeks, forehead, and lips held within them words that never needed to be said.

"kaeya?"

"yes, darling?"

"could i have another hug?" if your words weren't enough to depict how much you loved him, your eyes screamed in volumes loud enough for the gods themselves to hear them.

kaeya wanted to give you one of his charming chuckles and offer up a cheesy, teasing response like, "aww, it seems not even you can evade my wicked, boyish charm."

but he knew better, and he knew that he understood you more than he let on. so instead of speaking, his arms wrote poetry wrapped tight around your waist, and his lips uttered lyrics to love ballads in the form of pressing kiss after kiss to your hair.

what remained on his skin was the thawed droplets of ice that once covered his body, all thanks to your warmth were they melted and gone. he prayed you'd never let go of him, because he knew he'd never let you slip from his arms.

albedo.

confused, albedo gently pries your face away from his shoulder and takes the first step in brushing away the drops of sorrow that flowed freely from your eyes.

"did something happen, my flower? was i perhaps too rough with my hug?" ever the diligent scientist, albedo's eyes scan yours for any sign of discomfort. yet what he finds staring back at him is the void in your irises beginning to fill up with his reflection, and his theory soon becomes fact when you say nothing more and head straight back into his arms, squeezing tighter and tighter with all of your strength.

you'd come crashing into his life with all of the gentleness of a bull in a ceramics shop, and yet you felt so soft, so fragile in his arms.

"just one more hug, i promise." despite the obvious strain to your voice and the tears that dampened his shirt, albedo conceded and decided to play into your fantasy, where he gives you just one more hug.

albedo himself knows not much of affection, but what he has been able to conclude from his studies is that he loves sharing it with you. and he doesn't need a notebook to detail such findings when he has the ability to hold you tight in his arms and let the beat of his heart detail his findings to your listening ears.

childe.

"hey, what's wrong? did someone hurt you? did you have a bad day?"

despite the literal chain bomb that was childe's constant stream of questions, his tightened grip only served to make your tears fall faster from your eyes as you realized just how loved you felt in his embrace.

without even needing to open your mouth, he seemed to realize right away when your fist gathered clumps of his shirt into your fingers and gripped with white knuckles.

"oh sunshine," he cooed, moving his thumb to brush just underneath the red rim of your eye, "c'mere. i'll give you lots of cuddles."

and give you lots of cuddles he did. you would never slip from his arms, not with how secure and firm they rested around your body, locked in tight and confirmed with the gentle squeeze to your torso every now and then to remind you of how real he was.

despite the fact that his shirt would be wrinkled with how hard you gripped onto the fabric, or the noticeable wet patch you'd leave on his shoulder from your tears, childe relished in the feeling of your puzzle piece bodies fitting together as one. as much as you craved him, he was addicted to you.

zhongli.

to many who have uttered his name in prayer, they asked for good fortune, another chance, or something along the lines that would only be grantable by a god.

but you uttered no words, not a single peep. instead you spoke his name through the way in which your eyes silently pleaded with him to hold you tight against his chest and he felt your prayers of love deep within the caverns of his heart.

"i'm here, my lily. you never have to ask me to hold you. if you so desire it, it shall be yours."

his words seemed to spur your sobs onwards, but he knew they were from a place that you had long sealed away, a place that had been released with only a single one of his hugs.

zhongli was a man of many words but he was content to let the way in which he held you tight against his throbbing heart speak the words he could never find.

xiao.

your cries are like stabs through the heart for xiao. poor, poor alatus who tries so hard not to mess up the one good thing that's come to him in a long, long time.

he slides away from your embrace in fear that he may have hurt you, which, much to his surprise, only makes your stuttered breaths and rolling tears increase.

"don't go..." you mumbled as you raced against his mind to clutch his torso with all you were.

he doesn't understand, to comprehend such intricacies of the human condition were far beyond his reach and yet he allows you to indulge in feeling the pound of his heart hammer away from under the thin skin of his chest and the feel of his fingers tracing patterns on the underside of your back.

his fears of your pain or sorrow are washed away when he brings you closer to his body and dives into the crook of your neck.

and as your fingers come up to card through his thick locks, he finds himself ever so close to joining you in melting the frigid snow that lay around his heart in exchange for calm, gentle rivers.

kazuha.

the minute tears fall from your eyes, kazuha sweeps in to kiss them away as if sensing your sorrow before you even know it.

"your tears wound me ever so deep, my love. what happened?"

but you can't give a straight answer, not with how the overwhelming warmth that encircles your body overpowers you brain and leaves you a bumbling mess in his arms.

you only answer with the glassy, longing look you give him and the burrowing of your body closer into his arms. any more and you'd merge with him.

his touch is gentler than the drop of a crimson leaf in early fall, and quieter than the gentle shake of wildflowers in spring. he feels like life itself, and as you inhale more of him through your nose you feel yourself unbinding the cords and vines wrapped around your heart.

once his hand came to stroke the top of your head, all while his soothing voice gently shushed your tears and muffled sobs, all you could do was melt and indulge in the finest that kazuha had to offer.

and kazuha knows that he'd do anything to fill the void within you where he fits perfectly.

scaramouche.

"why are you crying? who hurt you?! i'm going to fucking kill them-"

"n-no! scara no!"

the crack in your voice in enough to settle him down and allows you to return to placing your head in the crook of his shoulder. "just for a little bit...let's stay like this, please." you plead into his skin.

scaramouche can't help but indulge you, even if the sight of your tears or the way your shoulders rise up and down sharply sends shooting pains to that odd thing in his chest.

"if nothing's wrong then stop crying, it's annoying." despite his harsh words, his large palm comes up to hold the back of your head against his body, while the other arm pressed your body flush against his.

the way in which he held you completed contradicted his words, and his lingering touch was one you knew you'd think about for the rest of your life so long as you lived.

scaramouche himself felt the similar gaping hole in his chest begin to close, and the foreign feeling for once felt pleasant instead of painful.

"so...you like this kinda stuff?"

with a vigorous nod of your head and tighten grip around his torso, 'noted', scaramouche thought and allowed himself a single, small fraction of a smile that of which he buried into your temple in hopes that you'd see him with your eyes closed.

dainsleif.

you're so tender and soft, dainsleif almost feels as if he's holding a timid daisy rather than his beloved partner.

though he claims to be devoid of so many human traits, you feel his warmth and hear the thunder of his heartbeat against your ear. in this moment you realize: there is someone who loves you, and someone who treasures you enough to allow you close to their heart.

his first hug in so long brings him to near tears, and the spur of rivers that trickled down your face worried him to no end as he makes haste to slip away.

"are you alright? have i hurt you? we don't have to do that again if you don't want-"

you loved him, you loved all of him, even the nervous worrywart side of him that he rarely ever revealed to anyone. but in this moment, all you craved was dainsleif and you made it known of your intentions when you cut his rambling questions off by flinging yourself against his body, holding so tight as if he'd slip through your hands like silky water or thin, granules of sand.

"it feels so nice. you feel so nice." and though normally such bold words would have you flustered and looking away and his cheeks flared up in the color of pyro, dainsleif allows himself this one indulgence and wraps his arms tight around your body as you dry your tears into the fabric of his shirt.

and he'd be sure to never let go until he takes his last breath.

date published: august 18th, 2021

[sanriome]

❝ ## — 4UR4 0F TH3 ST4RS !! ❞

-> in which you attend a royal ball hosted by the ragnvindr family, and you dance with seven very odd men

-> full fic

-> female! reader, royal au

i’m going to blame the howl’s moving castle theme for the ungodly inspiration it gave me..anyways you can listen to it while you read for that visualization :D and female reader !! (no it’s not just because i wanted childe to say ‘hey girlie’ what are u talking about..) also does this even count as a royal au idk

— “diluc, of mondstadt,” he had said, bringing your hand up to his face to brush a kiss to your knuckles. “may i have a dance with you?”

“i know who you are, prince diluc,” you answered. while some may have found it arrogant that he even bothered to introduce himself at his ball, you found it endearing. it proved he wasn’t the stuck up heir that you read about in the news, it showed that being born into royalty hadn’t corrupted his basic manners.

diluc had given you the gift of a small smile, gently guiding you in towards the center of the ballroom as the orchestra began another piece, his hair swaying in time with his footsteps. you felt the harsh pricks of the whole room staring at you, wondering why you of all people had been asked to a dance by the future king. it felt like barely any time had passed since king crepus died, yet plans were already being made for prince diluc’s coronation.

his gloved hands placed themselves on your shoulder and waist, the dark burgundy and red of his suit contrasting the ivory tile beneath him. it was clear he’d been trained and coached on how to formally dance his whole life. though his eyes were warm, his stance was stiff. it was sure and firm, but lacked the carefree buoyancy the rest of the guests had.

the piano’s keys echoed, and you could feel the music hanging loosely in the air all around you. diluc started a slow waltz, simply stepping the designated steps and lightly spinning you every so often. each time you saw a photograph of him, it became obvious as to why he was being offered so many women from other nations. he was striking in every way, from his dark attire to his fiery hair.

“prince diluc, are you alright?” you asked. it wasn’t a secret that diluc wasn’t the most sociable of the royal family, but he seemed lost, in a way. he navigated the dance floor with ease, knowing where and when to turn, but he looked unfocused and dazed.

“i’m alright, thank you,” he replied, short and to the point.

king crepus’ passing must have made quite the impact on the prince. ‘well, it’s not like he had any time to grieve,’ you thought. ‘he wasn’t prepared to take on all of this. he just woke up one day and found out he’d be king in less than a year.’

“your highne—“

“you may refer to me as just diluc, if that’s okay. there’s no need to be so formal,”

‘no need to be so formal.’ it was starting to seem like diluc wanted to be anything but formal, from his simple suit jacket to his mannerisms similar to those of a commoner. from his slow waltz to the way he purposely stepped too far back to accommodate your incredibly large dress.

‘who ever thought diluc ragnvindr wouldn’t want to be so formal? being the sole heir to a monarchy must’ve humbled him instead of doing the opposite,’ you wondered, so lost in thought that you didn’t even notice diluc picking up your hands and placing them back at your sides.

“i’m afraid our break must come to an end. i should be choosing a wife right now, as much as i’d rather stay and dance with you. you’re thoughtful. it can be hard to find that these days,”

stunned, you looked up at his gloves as he pulled them down to meet his wrists, your eyes flicking over almost all the guests watching you. “oh. i suppose even princes don’t have all the time in the world, do they?”

the ends of his lips curved, the smile not quite reaching his eyes. “no, i suppose they don’t,”

“my, my. don’t tell me you’re leaving this poor girl out to dry in the middle of a ball, diluc. surely you were taught better,”

prince diluc didn’t even tilt his head to check to see who had spoken. you stayed standing where you where, feeling like you were in the middle of something while watching the stranger as he approached you two.

“i am not leaving her, kaeya. you’d better confirm your facts before waltzing in other people’s space,” the redhead snapped.

kaeya laughed. “weren’t you supposed to be finding a wife? or have you just been stalling because you know grand master jean isn’t among the selected candidates?”

diluc didn’t flinch or flush at kaeya’s words. instead, he turned and dropped down his head, sliding whispers into the other man’s ear before stepping towards you. “i did enjoy our dance, y/n. i do hope i’ll see you again,” he murmured, promptly walking off the dance floor, leaving you with the blue haired stranger and questions as to how he knew your name when you couldn’t remember ever telling him.

— “that was awfully rude of you,” you told him, seeing a flash of an eyepatch under his bangs as he let out a laugh again, taking one of your hands and placing it on his shoulder as the music picked up, the once somber waltz turning into a charming one.

“my brother has always been so uptight. princes do have all the time in the world. in fact, i think we all do, don’t you?”

“you haven’t even told me your name yet,” you pointed out.

“kaeya alberich, cavalry captain of the knights of favonius. already interested in me, aren’t you? well, do i get a name?” confidence and charm seemed to radiate off of him, the way his dress shirt was mostly unbuttoned and the patterns on his coat only adding to it. you quickly scanned the room, noticing just as many other women staring at you as before. you knew this kaeya was apart of the knights of favonius, but was he really that important?

“y/n l/n. i have to ask, what’s a knight doing inside the ball? shouldn’t you be patrolling outside?”

“the knights are patrolling outside. the royal family is inside, entertaining the guests,”

“do you always speak in puzzles?” you asked, irritated that you weren’t given a proper answer.

kaeya smriked with stars in his eyes, obviously enjoying the mysterious façade he had put up. “i understand it’s not common knowledge, but i am in fact part of the royal family, miss y/n. i can see how being a step brother might not count as being royalty, though. fine lines, and all that,”

the pieces of the puzzle kaeya had made clicked into place. you had seen photos of the royal family with kaeya in it, but normally he had been standing off to the side or just looking so out of place that you never considered he was a part of it. king crepus and diluc had fair skin and brightly colored hair, their eyes drooping lazily but their posture tall and regal. kaeya was tanned and his hair was the same shade as the dusky sky in the background of most of the pictures. he didn’t stand like he was born to be in the photographs, he stood like he deserved to be in them.

now that you think about it, he was in almost all of the photos you’d seen of the ragnvindr’s. “how did you come into the family, anyways?” you knew you were being nosy, but kaeya didn’t seem like the type to reprimand you for that. he was whimsical in every way—he was probably just as nosy himself.

the cavalry captain kept up his quick pace of dancing, lifting you up in a twirl and gently setting you back down. “that’s a topic for another day. i don’t think we’ll be able to cover the entire history of a lost kingdom in the next couple seconds. it’s about time to switch partners,”

he really did know how to intrigue someone, how to get them roped in to where they were tied to the mysteries he held. what happened to his right eye? where was the lost kingdom was he referring to? how did he manage to steal the attention of almost everyone in the room?

"may i dance with you again?” you rushed, desperate for answers, both of you stepping away in tune with the music.

“of course,” he confirmed. “i would never push you away like diluc did, y/n. and i’m not one to break my word,”

with that, kaeya was gone—probably twirling other girls in the air—and your hands were being taken by a blonde with intricate braids in his hair, his gloves rougher and more worn down than kaeya and diluc’s were. they were casual gloves; ones made for working in.

— “hello,” he said simply.

“oh—hello,”

“sorry, i’m afraid i haven’t been to a ball in ages; it seems i’ve forgotten how strange it is when we switch partners. i am albedo, i work with the knights of favonius,”

“y/n,” you told him, not bothering with a last name since he didn’t. “does everyone here work in the knights of favonius?” you joked.

albedo had smiled a little, obviously not one for jokes but appreciating it all the same. “i don’t actually work on the front lines. i’m just the chief alchemist. i prefer to study life rather than take it from people.” he swiftly sidestepped to avoid stepping on you, not even realizing he’d done it. he seemed very spacey, like his head was beyond the clouds.

but he was graceful. the chains adorned on his coat looked like they were floating, stray pieces of hair passed over his eyes, his boots glided over the tile. it was hard to believe he was even human.

“i think that’s a lovely way of looking at it,” you said.

“life is lovely, isn’t it? it’s unbelievable, really, some of the things that exist,”

“is that why you practice alchemy?”

“no, not necessarily. i practice alchemy so i can study how life is made—similar to drawing or painting or creating something. i wish to know how everything in this world was created. being so high up in teyvat’s ranks help too, of course,”

‘he has a beautiful way of looking at things.’

“what about you?” he asked.

“me? your life is much more interesting than mine, albedo. working in the wine business isn’t very original in mondstadt,”

“it’s not exactly an easy business to get into, though. besides...you have the aura of the stars. i would love to hear more about you,”

the aura of the stars? was albedo talking about the stars that seemed to shine in kaeya’s eyes, or the stars that burned bright just above the palace?

it seemed you wouldn’t get to find out though, not with the orchestra slowing their music and you and albedo having to tear away to keep up with the other guests.

“thank you for dancing with me, y/n,” he said. always so polite, wasn’t he? “if it wouldn’t be too much trouble, i think i would like to draw you someday,”

“i’d like that. thank you albedo,”

too busy watching him whisk away, you didn’t realize the man behind you, startling yourself when you ran into him.

— “my apologies for not moving out of the way, i’m afraid i was distracted.” if albedo said that you have the aura of the stars, this man must have had the aura of royalty. he stood regally, his hair long and pulled back neatly; his tie knotted perfectly.

“no, that was my fault. don’t apologize, please. i’m y/n,” you introduced.

“i tend to go by zhongli. it’s a pleasure to meet you, y/n,” he nodded in acknowledgement.

“tend to?” you wondered aloud. a pattern was starting to arise at this ball—one that hinted that almost every guest had a secret to hide.

zhongli was an excellent dancer. he stood tall and firm, as if he’d been invited to every royal ball in teyvat. maybe he’d even held his own. “as of right now, yes. exposing my other names might cause some...conflict,”

“there isn’t much conflict in mondstadt. we’ve learned to flow in whichever direction the wind chooses to,”

the man simply smiled, one that said he’d seen and heard that statement many times. “i don’t get the chance to visit mondstadt very often. a shame, really, since it’s so close to liyue. i must learn to make time to travel here. it’s quite peaceful,”

‘he must have lived in liyue all his life, to be so decided and sure of everything. here, we change our minds whenever we please; they keep the contacts they make for generations,’

zhongli did bring the reminiscence of liyue itself. he moved with such certainty, his eyes brightly lined with the same color as the festival lights you saw when you participated in the lantern rite years ago.

“what work do you do in liyue?” you asked.

he thought for a moment, deciding what exactly he ought to say. “i’m not as involved in the economics as i used to be. i worked very closely with the royal family, but was disposed of when i wasn’t of use anymore. now i simply make and sign off contracts. still an incredibly important job in the nation,”

“disposed of? that’s very cruel. i’m so sorry,”

“nothing to be sorry for. i still respect queen ningguang, very much. she had her goals set, and she sacrificed many valuable assets in order to reach them. it’s embarrassing to say i would’ve done the same,”

“at least you can admit that. i know some that wouldn’t.” the thought of a certain blue haired, faux prince crossed your mind.

zhongli nodded, considering your opinion while letting a silence fall between you two. you hated how quick partner changes were, even if the orchestra migrated to a slower tempo. you were still very curious. it was clear you’d leave the palace tonight with many more questions than when you’d come in.

“would you mind showing me around mondstadt, if you ever have the time?” zhongli proposed. “i’ve already seen many sights around here but...times do change, don’t they? people can look at the same sea and find different sights to admire,”

“may you walk me around liyue, too? i’ve only visited a handful of times for the festivals. i have a feeling you’ve seen just about all of it,”

his coat flipped up as he stepped to another young woman, his eyes still focused on you. “i don’t see why not, y/n,”

you followed suite and skipped into position with a bright eyed redhead, dressed in an odd combination of heavy layers and chains. his hair was ruffled, as if the wind had purposely played with it to look like that.

— “hey girlie, hold still—let me do all the work,” he grinned, gripping your waist and lifting you to the other side of him. did the orchestra plan their musical number this way? to take all the energy lost from the somber sections of their song and put it all into this one? the ginger was certainly taking advantage of that, his earring swaying with him as he spun, obviously here for a good time.

“oh—hi?” you gasped, almost tripping over the hem of your dress.

he smiled, a genuine one that told you he probably wasn’t formally invited to this ball. it was hard to stay stunned when he seemed to float in the air. “did i startle you? my bad. i got a little too caught up in that, didn’t i? my name’s childe,”

“child?”

“c-h-i-l-d-e. it’s just an alias, don’t worry about it,”

it sounded like he was giving out information he shouldn’t be. was it just to entice you, like how kaeya purposely drew you in with mysteries? or was it simply because he talked too much?

“i’m not sure you’re meant to be telling me that, childe,” you told him.

his hands dropped from your waist. his gloves were different than the other ones you’d seen that night. they were an odd design; nothing you’d seen before in mondstadt, or even liyue. perhaps inazuma? you’d never visited the icy region, but you’d heard of the strange customs from there. “it’s not like you can do anything; if you don’t know my real name then what good is knowing i use an alias?” childe said.

you supposed he was right. it was hard to keep your mind on that topic when he kept up with the quick pace of the music so well. he was quite swift.

“where did you learn to dance like this?”

“i don’t get to dance much where i’m from. my work isn’t exactly as free spirited as this, either,”

you found yourself missing albedo. he had given you straight answers to your questions. but he was all the way across the dance floor now, playfully spinning a small girl in red. a family member, maybe?

childe stopped again, crossing his arms as he studied you, the rest of the guests continuing to dance away. it’d been barely thirty seconds and you were already tired of his games.

“you intrigue me, y/n,” he admitted. had you told him your name yet? “not many women dance with royalty and pass it off as not a big deal,”

“prince diluc’s a person, too. i’m sure he doesn’t like to only be seen as the future king of mondstadt,”

“oh, diluc? i wasn’t even talking about him, but i like your viewpoint.” he set his hands on your waist again, continuing to dance to get out of the way of others.

not diluc? was he mentioning kaeya? zhongli? surely not albedo—he was the chief alchemist, he told you himself. childe definitely knew much more than he was letting on.

“humor me, childe,” you began. “what work do you do? is it in inazuma?”

“my work takes me all across teyvat, actually. it’s something i quite enjoy, travel. of course, working with the fatui wasn’t my top choice—i wanted to work in toy crafting, believe it or not,” he laughed, throwing his head back, the light from the chandelier turning his grey suit golden.

“fatui?” you panted. you were dancing with someone of the fatui! childe wasn’t from inazuma—he was from snezhnaya. and you weren’t supposed to be entertaining two-faced fatui from snezhnaya. “why are you telling me all this? shouldn’t i go and report you?”

he pondered for a moment, humoring you. “you could. i was invited here through someone quite powerful, though, so they’d probably just kick you out. it’s not a secret i’m with the fatui. i don’t plan on just killing everyone in here, either. why can’t a man waltz in peace?” he sidestepped and spun, enchantingly charming. it’d be so easy to fall for him if he hadn’t told you what he did.

they all were. every dance you’d had that night had been nothing short of magical.

“as for why i’m telling you, y/n,” he continued. “i’ve already told you that. you intrigue me. i do hope you’ll continue to. i trust i’ve intrigued you, as well,”

‘he has.’

“you have,” you agreed. “a fatui who’s just here to waltz...i have a hard time believing that,”

childe gave you another grin, twirling you to the right and into someone else’s grasp. it was certainly hard to hold a grudge against someone that danced like that, even if it gave you an awkward encounter with your next partner.

— “if he comes knocking at your door, don’t be afraid to call me. damn fatui...always in other people’s business, aren’t they?”

“it seems so.” you quickly adjusted your stance, realizing the music had slowed back down. looking at the man standing across from you, you noticed he was much different than the other men you had danced with that night.

his suit was loosely fitting, the purple and green accents bright against the white of his jacket. he watched you through heavy eyes, his expression unreadable.

"i’m y/n l/n,” you introduced, trying to start conversation.

“xiao,” he returned simply.

“xiao? what an interesting name. are you from here?”

“no. i come from liyue. i’m simply here to aid an accomplice.” you trailed his eyes to the left. was he motioning towards zhongli? he was certainly to the point.

it was clear he wasn’t here to dance like childe was. all of his footsteps felt unsure, like they were heavily thought out before hand. it was endearing, seeing him put so much effort into such a little act.

“i guess almost everybody is here for work-related purposes. it’s so sad, seeing everyone have an underlying motive. it’s a ball, for archons sake,” you admitted.

xiao sighed, the dark hair hanging near his face flying up with his breath. “it’s nice to find somebody who thinks that way, too. i’ve been called a...work driven person, but even i don’t deceive others for a little more mora or power. another reason why i dislike the fatui. i’m sure the ginger had a deeper reason for being here other than throwing you up in the air,”

to the point. to the point and harsh. it was obvious he wasn’t very social. you sensed there was quite a bit of backstory to his viewpoints.

you weren’t used to the orchestra playing this slowly. kaeya was probably throwing a fit somewhere because of it. every movement you made seemed like it took eons. it was peaceful, but starting to drag. too busy trying not to waltz too quickly, you caught yourself on the hem of your dress, sending yourself falling backwards and in the direction of harsh tile.

wincing your eyes shut in reflex, you didn’t see xiao dashing forward to catch you, his hand supporting your back and his hair falling down into your face, exposing the light blue hidden underneath the top layers.

with the light surrounding him, he looked immortal. immortal and experienced—but different in the way zhongli had looked. zhongli was wise because of everything he’d done; xiao was wise because of everything he’d seen.

xiao didn’t seem to realize grabbing you before you fell could be taken as romantic. instead, he quickly got you back on your feet and absentmindedly fiddled with the buttons on his jacket. he really was here just to aid an accomplice.

“thank you for catching me. that tile wouldn’t have been the best landing,” you said.

“part of the price i must pay. don’t take it personally—it seems i’m used to catching people. there aren’t many people like me nowadays here to do that,”

‘like you? who does he mean? what price is he paying? he’s so vague.’

“xiao, what exactly do you do? what do you mean, ‘like me’? i don’t mean to intrude—i really don’t, i’m used to abnormality in mondstadt—but it’s—“

— “partner switch! sorry, adeptus xiao, but you have to keep up with the music, you know? fancy an evening dance?”

xiao was thrust out of your grasp and into someone else’s, leaving you trying to match the pace of the quick moving stranger who’d taken your hands.

he had elfish features; two short braids the color of a lake hung close to his face, and the top of his hair was ruffled beyond fix, as if he’d quickly thrown a hat on and decided not to wear it at the last minute. his attire might as well have been for a child. rather than dress pants, he had shorts and tights. instead of formal gloves, he had long sleeves.

who was this guy? and why’d he call xiao an adeptus? from what little you knew about liyue’s culture, you thought the adepti had passed long ago.

“i hope you don’t mind my being rude,” you promoted, matching the stranger’s mischievous attitude. “but who are you?”

he laughed a bubbly, genuine laugh. “you can just call me venti. what brings you here tonight, y/n?”

‘this is the third person tonight to know my name without me telling them,’

“how’d you know my name, venti?” he spun you in loose, intricate turns, obviously having no care for the odd stares he was attracting.

“it’s a bards responsibility to know his audience, don’t you think? i also have...other intel, you could say. but alas! you never answered my question. what brings you to the ragnvindr’s palace?”

you gave him the grace of a smile. his was so contagious it was difficult to not return it. “the ball, of course. what about you?”

venti nodded his head and hummed along to the piano. “i’d have to say the same! i suppose i came here to meet up with old friends and discuss some important matters, but i stayed for the music. the orchestra turned me down when i offered to play the lyre with them, though. seems they don’t know talent when they see it.” he sighed like he was thinking the moment over again.

“old friends?”

“yep! you probably danced with at least one of them earlier. mr. zhongli, prince diluc, xiao. oh, and that one alchemy guy! albert? albedo! yes, that’s it,”

you’d danced with all of them...who were these people? diluc was royalty—but how important were zhongli, xiao, albedo, and this bard that they had a meeting with him? on the night he was choosing his wife, no less. “what’s happened that involves the prince in all of this?”

“oh, just some silly fatui disturbing the stone gate. it’s a border issue, really. but we gotta have some archons present in case it all spirals out of control. it usually does. i mean, the city of freedom and the city of contracts trying to work together? you can believe that has some disputes!”

you were lightheaded from all the dancing, you must be. “archons? what do the archons have to do with anything?”

venti’s braids seemed to glow, the little cape on the back of his coat flipping up with the way he danced. he gave you a wink. “well, tonight has been magical, hasn’t it? surely you didn’t think it felt like that just because of the atmosphere,”

he was right. the cool touch of kaeya’s charm, the warm way diluc introduced himself. the free-spirited attitude venti and xiao shared. the steadiness of albedo and zhongli’s perspectives and the flexible, challenging aura childe presented himself with. most of them weren’t commoners, but that couldn’t be the only reason why they felt different from anybody you’d ever met before.

in disbelief, you tried again for confirmation. “are you saying that their are archons here? at this ball?”

venti shrugged offhandedly, the hint of playful smile ghosting his face. “only they themselves and the land of teyvat will know, right?”

THIS WAS SO LONG ??1&.&-)!:1@26/?>]<.>_£ FOR WHAT ???? KATE WHO DO U THINK IS GONNA READ THIS FAR DOWN ????🤨🤨

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Tsuchigomori: Honorable No. 7, please stop shirking your duties to flirt with that girl.

Hanako: No❤️

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When you realize you have a crush on your assistant and you have to hide the fact that the heavens are literally opening up around her

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Okay but THEM. Just them this is the entire post

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He’s In denialllll

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hey I love your art and I have a question! I’ve been fiddling with genshin fan art and one thing I keep running into is that all their designs are just....very elaborate, down to the individual strands of hair and costume details. do you have any personal tips or anecdotes for how to simplify character designs for fan art, or just how to tackle that type of complexity without getting bogged down in it? your art looks very Yours and stylistically distinct but the characters always look spot on and it’s frankly impressive

thank you so much! i use this website so i don’t lose my mind trying to figure out their super detailed designs every time i want to draw fan art. you can view most pieces of their clothing separately and rotate/zoom in on each item (xingqiu’s shown below as an example). hope this helps!

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A Midnight Waltz

Dearest Guest, 

Our Esteemed Manager would like to formally invite you to our Ghost Hotel’s Septennial Ball this eve. We shall earnestly hope for your attendance.

- Ghost Hotel

HanaNene Ghost Hotel AU

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still not over and will never be over the fact that the picture perfect arc looked us all dead in the eye, paused for emphasis, and said, ad verbatim, “yugi amane has a big fat crush on yashiro nene“

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IT’S DAY 7 OF TSUKASA WEEK, FREE DAY!! I didn’t have a single bit of time to write today, sob. BUT! A while ago, I promised a compilation of some of Tsukasa’s best moments in the AmaNene Fake Dating RP I do with my friend (the RP where Ako originated), so here they are!! More beneath the cut!

CONTEXT: 1) Nene has just told Amane about a guy who rejected her very rudely. 2) and 3) Nene and Amane have been on a fake date and have accidentally gotten covered in food, so they go to the Yugi household to clean up. Amane has gone to wash up. Nene sees someone walk into the room, and asks if Amane is back already. It is not Amane. 4) Nene has asked Amane on another fake date, but since Tsukasa is also in the room, she feels obligated to ask Tsukasa if he wants to come, too. Tsukasa, sensing Nene’s desperation to be alone with Amane, says he has other plans. 5) Actually Amane sums it up pretty well. Just enjoy Tsukasa’s weird-ass texting. 6) Nene has come over to the Yugi household to study, but she and Amane get a little… distracted on the couch. Tsukasa is supposed to be upstairs in his and Amane’s room right now. It is storming outside. 7) and 8) Tsukasa wants Nene to stay overnight since the power is off and it’s raining too hard for her to go home. 9) Tsukasa has gone upstairs to take a bath, since he was soaking wet from trying to climb out the window earlier. 10) Ah, brotherly love.

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Hearts, Unchanged: A HanaNene fanfic

HEYO HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY AND HAPPY HANANENE WEEK EVERYONE!

This is my 12th HanaNene fic, holy crap. I’m so grateful y’all haven’t gotten sick of me. (If you have, shh, let me be blissfully ignorant.)

I felt bad that I’d only have one contribution, so I wasn’t going to count this as being for HanaNene Week, but as it turned out, the theme was perfect for Day 1. So… here’s Confessions, I suppose? 

To the HanaNene Community: I love you! Thank you for everything! To my beautiful wives, @kittykatz009, @anubis-005, and @daikonsenpai: MWAH. I AM SO GRATEFUL FOR YOU. THANK YOU SO MUCH I ADORE YOU I PLEDGE MY UNDYING LOVE AND FEALTY TO YOU. HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY YOU GORGEOUS INDIVIDUALS. 💝💘💝 BABY ARE YOU TSUKASA BECAUSE YOU’VE STOLEN MY HEART RIGHT OUT OF MY CHEST. Special thanks to @geekylau for reading over this for me the day before yesterday, and also happy birthday to @macey-wacey!!

Title: Hearts, Unchanged Fandom: Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun/Toilet-Bound Hanako-kun Pairing: Hanako/Nene Rating: G Wordcount: 5,345 Summary:  “I spent so long on those!” she cut him off, and Hanako found that there was no more room for him to retreat, his back hitting the wall. “I poured everything into them, so you’d finally understand how I feel!” Her fist, small but no less intimidating, grabbed the front of his gakuran by the collar, holding him in place. “But you’re going to stand here and call my chocolates garbage?! Don’t you care about them at all?” 

He wasn’t sure what the best thing to respond with would have been, but his murmured “What chocolates?” definitely wasn’t it.

Nene delivers some very important chocolates. Hanako… does not receive those chocolates, somehow. Also available on: Ao3 Support me on: Patreon | Ko-fi

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Hearts, Unchanged

She’d never looked forward to Valentine’s Day before, but that was all going to change this year.

Nene hummed a tune she’d heard in a movie once as she stirred the mahogany mixture in the pan. It smelled delicious, which was only to be expected when you’d made chocolate as many times as Yashiro Nene had. Sure, maybe her feelings had never been accepted whenever she presented her honmei choco to boys in years past, but she felt quite certain that the boy these were meant for would accept them—the chocolates, and the feelings.

Over the past few months, Nene had sensed something different in her relationship with Hanako-san of the Toilet, the ghost who had become her closest friend. They were more in-tune with each other. They got along better. There was a kind of understanding between them even when neither of them was speaking.

Either that, or Nene was reading way too much into things. It wouldn’t have been the first time.

Regardless, she had resolved to take the leap and confess her feelings for him at last. She had wasted too much time denying them and shoving them into the deepest parts of her heart. No matter how much she had tried to make them go away, they kept resurfacing, each time stronger than the last. Recent events had reminded her that time was not something she had an infinite supply of—even if her little lifespan problem had been fixed, Nene had already lost Hanako once in the Severance, and she wasn’t keen on ever experiencing that again.

If one or both of them disappeared, she’d make sure he knew how she felt first, dammit.

A bit of smoke arose from the chocolate she was stirring, and Nene gasped, realizing that the mix was beginning to burn while she had been spacing out. It still looked fine when she poured it into the little silicone heart-shaped molds, though, so it seemed she’d averted a crisis.

Yes, she thought triumphantly as she placed the chocolates in the freezer to solidify, if Hanako couldn’t see her feelings by now, she’d simply have to spell them out for him.

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Nene’s heart pounded as she crept along the hallway after school. The old building was pretty much abandoned at this time of day, so there was only one person she was trying not to run into: the object of her affections, the Seventh Wonder himself. He was supposedly occupied this afternoon, so her excessive caution was probably unnecessary, but it never hurt to be careful.

In her hands she held a small box, white and tied up with pink ribbon. Her goal was to simply leave it in Hanako’s bathroom for him to find tomorrow morning—absolutely no one used that bathroom, so she had no fear of another student finding them, and the simple tag “From Nene” would let Hanako know just who had poured her heart into these sweets.

Despite her resolution to declare her feelings, she still felt rather shy about presenting the chocolates to him face-to-face, so she’d opted for this more roundabout method. The chocolates themselves, however, were impossible to misinterpret. There were only 6 of them, but they spelled out something rather important in the white chocolate drizzle atop them:

大 好き だ よ 花子 くん

I love you, Hanako-kun.

Her stomach did a clumsy little flip every time she thought about those words being so plainly written on her handmade gift, solid undeniable proof of her intentions to confess her love.

And speaking of solid…

“Oof!” She suddenly found herself colliding with someone, since she’d been too busy looking over her shoulder to face forward. Whipping her head around to see who she’d crashed into, her eyebrows flew up in surprise as she automatically hid the box behind her back. “Kou-kun?”

“Always nice running into you, senpai,” he joked with a wide smile. Nene grimaced, remembering the very first time she had run into him and ended up accidentally pushing him down the stairs thanks to Hanako’s terrible advice. Luckily, Kou didn’t seem to remember that terrible first impression. “What brings you here to the old building?” her friend asked, resting his staff, Raiteijou, against his shoulder. It was disguised as an umbrella currently, but Nene recognized it from the golden color of the long, thin handle. “If you’re looking for Hanako, I think he said earlier that he’d be at a meeting.”

“Yes, I know,” Nene blurted, and then shook her head. “I-I mean, that’s okay! I’m just here for… f-for… forrrrtune-telling…?” She winced and glanced up at Kou, certain that he’d find the nonsensical answer suspicious.

However, the young exorcist was notoriously gullible and innocent. “Fortune telling?” he echoed, tilting his head a little and making his earring fall onto his shoulder.

Nene felt a bit bad for taking advantage of her friend’s trusting nature, but she was on a mission here. “Yeah!” she said breezily. “I got a fortune that said if I walk the length of the hallway of the old building three times, I would have good luck on all my upcoming exams!” What exams?! They didn’t have exams until March!

“Huh,” said Kou, his eyebrows raised curiously. “That’s a strangely specific fortune.”

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hananene?!

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I call this “touch-starved Hanako headcanon that has been the only thing I have thought about for days,” Part 1

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When that cute archon next door offers you his flute o////o

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A Guide on How to Locate Old VODs!

Hello, everyone! 

As you all know, Twitch has a cap on VOD availability where, after two months, a VOD on a channel will be deleted. 

Given that Dream SMP has lasted for longer than two months, with the bulk of the plot now missing, this means that finding old footage can be somewhat of a challenge if you aren’t yet familiar with how to do so!

I get a lot of asks asking me where certain old VODs are, and while I don’t mind these asks at all, I also figured it would be helpful to make a guide post on my methods for locating them so that people can attempt to locate things for themselves too!

There are plenty of ways to go about it, but this is just what I do.

Without further ado, here’s a step-by-step process. 

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Before you go searching for anything, there’s some information that you’ll need to decide on.

What are you looking for?

This one’s a bit obvious, but you need to figure out what exactly you’ll be seeking out. For this guide, I’ll be using the first Dreamon Hunters VOD as an example, as that’s one that people have asked for a lot in the past.

When did it happen?

As a general question, you’ll want to know the basic context of around what time this event took place. We’ll get into specifics later, but it helps to have context. Think: what else was happening at the time?

Well, for Dreamon Hunters, we know that Fundy was wearing his Dreamon Hunters outfit at the Manberg Festival, October 16. Therefore, that event took place not too long before then.

From whose POV?

You’ll need to know which streamers to search under. The first Dreamon Hunters stream was streamed by Fundy and Tubbo. 

Tubbo’s official VODs channel does not include the first Dreamon Hunters VOD, and the oldest VOD on Archive is Festival preparation on October 13. Unfortunately, this means that Tubbo’s POV is lost, so we will be seeking out Fundy’s.

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Now that we’ve got that out of the way, onto the next steps.

STEP ONE: Figure out the exact date.

There are a few ways to achieve this. If you’re lucky, you’ll know the date already – November 16th, January 6th, other big ones like that. Sometimes you can look at recap posts if they exist for that day. 

But the most reliable one I’ve found, especially for Season One, is actually to use Twitter’s advanced search.

(Yeah, yeah, I know what you’re thinking. But it genuinely works pretty well)

Type in keywords that you think would end up in livetweets of the stream. If something specific was trending that day because of the event, that helps as well. For this example, we’ll use “DreamXD,” as that was trending.

Scroll down to the bottom and select a date range. This is where knowing the general time that the event happened helps. We’ll do October 1 - October 16.

There! We’ve found the livetweets! How nostalgic. 

Figure out the earliest date. 

For our example, it appears to be October 7. Note that VOD dates might be a day later due to different timezones.

STEP TWO [Optional]: Figure out the stream title.

You don’t necessarily need this step, but it can often be helpful when scrolling through a large selection of VODs, and since sometimes the VOD dates can be a day off, having the title will give you the most accuracy.

Go to Twitchtracker.com/ [insert streamer name] /streams and click on the date you just found.

From here, we can see that Fundy’s stream on October 7 was titled “THE NEW MANBERG.”

STEP THREE: Find the VOD on a VODs channel or on Archive.

I will be linking a bunch of unofficial VODs channels that I’d recommend at the end. Here we will be using Fundy Stream Archive.

And there we go! We have successfully located the first Dreamon Hunters VOD!

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Now, that was an easy example. Things can get a bit more difficult than that.

For our next example: what if you wanted to find the original Captain Puffy “duckling Dream” VOD? 

When did it happen?

If you remember, this stream happened when Captain Puffy hadn’t yet chosen her alliances between Dream SMP and L’manburg. Therefore, it would have been November or early December, soon after she joined the server.

Using the Twitter search method, we’ll search for “duckling Dream” in the date range November 16 - December 20.

The earliest date appears to be November 29.

Using Twitchtracker, we know that Captain Puffy’s stream on November 29 was titled “Nightime vibing on the Dream SMP!”

Next, since Captain Puffy’s VODs from this early on haven’t been archived to a channel on YouTube, we’ll visit Archive.org instead. Search up “Captain Puffy” 

Be sure to sort by date. This will display the date below, but I’d still recommend you have the stream title on hand as well.

Aaaand

There it is! 

There you have it! A step-by-step guide on how to locate old VODs yourselves!

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What can’t you locate?

Unfortunately, there is content that can’t be found this way.

Tubbo’s August and September VODs, Eret and Jack Manifold’s August VODs, a couple Tommy streams, HBomb’s Doomsday stream, etc., are all missing.

Notably, every so often Sapnap’s Storytime Stream VOD will be rediscovered and passed around as a Google Drive link or uploaded to YouTube before inevitably being taken down again. Keep your eyes peeled and you might see it pop up again.

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Hope this helped! If you can’t locate something yourself, again, feel free to ask me and I can try my best to find it.

Otherwise, happy searching!

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Below is a list of channels and resources I’d recommend.

There is more to be found out there that you can look for yourself, but these are the ones I use most regularly!

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