#5k/anni event. written in the stars

[glazelilyy]

Hey, congrats on your milestone! Hoping for many more to come. <3

Also, your event looks stunning, I hope it's okay if I request- and please let me know if I did it wrong!

noctua, black holes (resolved argument, if that's okay), hurt/comfort!

ofc no pressure, delete this if you don't want to do it <3

request - noctua (diluc ragnvindr) + black holes (arguments; resolved) + hurt/comfort x gn!reader

warnings - arguments, crying, "love" and "darling" as pet names, happy ending!

a/n - WEEEEE i love love love hurt/comfort i will jump on any chance to write it LOL. thanks for requesting ky!! i hope you enjoy your req hehe <3 the words of advice crepus gave diluc about his vision are inspired by what fire represents in atla (avatar: the last airbender) and i mimicked a scene from dr. strange for the actual argument portion :P

participate here!

diluc can still remember the words of advice his father uttered to him when he first received his gift of the heavens; his vision.

"pyro consumes and burns, so you must learn to control it and show restraint."

there had been another part, but diluc's mind was too fumbled to remember it at the moment.

he learned control; not only in wielding his flames so that he no longer singed the ends of his hair or burnt books accidentally, but also in his behavior and composure. he deemed himself a man of duty and formality (even if formalities were the bane of his existence).

he learned restraint; knowing when to act and when not, knowing when fire would aid or hinder. such values are what kept him alive and surviving for all these years and they continued to do so.

he wished he had called upon those values before you walked out the winery doors.

"diluc," earlier, you called for him as he bandaged the remnants of his wounds from last night's battles, "could we talk?"

the wound from the pyro abyss made stung as he finished wrapping the gauze around his bicep, taking care not to let you see the wince that flashed ever so quickly across his face.

you appeared to see it all the same.

"is something the matter?"

"yes, actually." you fidgeted with your hands, eyeing the many bandages and supplies that littered his body and the dining table. "i'm...worried."

worried, you say? has he given you reason to worry about anything? but you're well taken care of, and surely adelinde or the rest of the staff hadn't been crude to you in any way? no, that was impossible—adelinde adored you, hillie and moco always ran to you to show off their embroidery, and elzer always let you help him set he table. finances? no, he had that covered. were you not comfortable? had something happened overnight?

"has something happened? have you been hurt?" his hand cupped your face and even through all the callouses and warmth of his skin, he felt your tense body melt under his hold.

"no! no, nothing like that."

slivers of dawn creeped through the glass pane windows and illuminated your face with the gentle glow of the rising sun. now that diluc thought about it, it was far too early for you to be up and yet here you were, eyes wide and flickering between him and the floor. diluc stood up from the chair he'd been dressing his wounds on and slid his hands into yours, thumbs rubbing over your knuckles in silent encouragement for you to continue.

"i'm worried about you."

him? what could possibly have given you reason to worry about him? diluc's mind frantically walked through the past few days, scanning for any sign of some wrong he might have done against you only to come up short. perhaps he was missing something? no, he was quite perceptive at reading your response to things and he'd seen nothing but contentment.

"me? whatever for?"

you cast your eyes to your intertwined hands and diluc could tell you had been preparing these words carefully for a long time with how fluently they came out of your mouth.

"you're always so tired and exhausted. you work an entire week's worth of duties in a single day and don't even allow yourself sleep because mondstat needs you. have you not thought about how much your body needs you as well?"

this was beginning to delve into familiar territory—at least for diluc. it wasn't as though he were unaware of the painfully longing gazes you'd send him as he mounted his horse and set off into the city at night, or when he'd return and fix himself proper for a day of being a wine tycoon needed by his staff.

"you know i cannot just abandon my duties-"

"and i'm not asking you to! but i can't allow you to run yourself into the ground trying to balance the weight of the world on your shoulders."

diluc scoffed, exhaustion from the previous night flooding upwards to his mind. he slid his hands out of yours and opted to run his fingers through his messy, red locks instead as he leaned against the dining table. deep down, diluc knew you were right, but something bothered him nonetheless. he needed help from no one else and you were no exception, he was meant to protect and stand against darkness as the light of dawn itself.

"then how, pray tell, would i manage my duties? there is a need for me and i will not fall short of it. i refuse to." diluc said, firm and purposeful. his eyes could not meet yours.

you tried approaching him physically this time, your hand coming to gently cup his cheek and turn his face your way. "love, even kaeya has started to become worried about you-"

"kaeya? what- don't tell me that fool has finally realized how inexplicably inefficient the knights are? why would he show concern for myself? ridiculous."

control. restraint. diluc heaved a breath and ran a hand down his face.

"kaeya cares about you! i care about you! diluc, what will it take for you to care about yourself for once?" he'd commend you for keeping your voice even this whole time if he weren't trying to repress his own frustration. he knew of his stubbornness, it was quite infamous after all.

you seemed almost pleading at this point, eyes wide and hopeful with the sliver of a chance that he might listen and heed your worries. "we can help you, i know we can! the knights aren't as inefficient as you say they are: kaeya and jean do a great job with their patrols! and...and i can help you with the winery! please, diluc-"

"what part of my duties do you not understand? they are mine alone to carry and that is final, i can manage myself just fine." he snapped, eyes blazing for a mere moment.

you, undeterred, pushed forth. "but you have people who can help you! want to help you!"

"what, people like you?"

he wish he hadn't spoke. control. restraint. but diluc was tired. control yourself, restrain yourself! but diluc was tired.

you seemed taken aback, lips parting as if to speak yet his words robbed you of your vocal chords. the fire in his eyes was unquenchable, blazing dangerously and ferociously. a snarl sat on his face and he hated how comfortable it felt.

"you think you can help me?" stop, stop speaking, "you think you could even manage a sliver of all that i do?" please, stop speaking, you're scaring them, "that's ridiculous and you know it, so stop speaking of fantasies like that. i don't need help from anyone—certainly not you."

it was only when your lip wobbled and tears gathered in your eyes that diluc felt the harshness of his words,

and archons did he despise himself for being the reason you cried.

he reached a hand out for you, waves of horror now crashing in his pupils instead of the flickering flames of fury, "love, i-"

"no, no, it's okay." suppressing your sniffles, you hastily rubbed your eyes and turned away from him, "i'll leave you be. it seems i'm not needed here."

you left him be with the solemn click of the winery's wooden doors and never before had diluc hated silence so.

his own words made his gut twist and shrivel in his body and he was forced to acknowledge that he had burned you by not controlling himself or showing restraint.

the pain was unbearable.

by the time you returned, the sun had risen higher in the sky, diluc's eyes were red-rimmed and in his hands he fumbled with his ruby brooch, torn off from his white collar. he sat with his elbows on his knees at the dining table, head hung low and shameful. he wasn't sure how to approach you—by all means you had every right to be angry or shout at him, yet instead you passed by silently, solemnity embedded in each of your footsteps.

diluc trailed behind you wordlessly, fumbling with his cufflinks as you entered the master bedroom and slipped back under the covers.

"love?" he tested the waters, uncertain and hesitant.

you hummed an acknowledgment from beneath the thick duvet yet made no move to show your face. you were upset, and it was all his fault.

tentatively, he sat on the edge of the bed to gauge your comfort and slid himself under the blanket once you scooted over and made room for him. instead of your beautiful face, diluc only had the displeasure of seeing your back.

"diluc?"

"yes, darling?"

your shoulders trembled as if to keep the composure in your already strained voice, "do you really think so little of me?"

in an instant, diluc was at your side as you fell apart and cried into your hands. warm, strong arms wrapped themselves around your waist and cooed sweet nothings into your ear.

"no, i think the world and beyond of you." he answered in a whisper once you calmed down.

you let him envelop your hand in his and press it to your shuddering heart, pulse alone speaking volumes.

"i'm sorry." you whimpered and turned your body so your tear-stricken face buried itself into the safety and warmth of his shoulder.

diluc cradled the back of your head and felt his insides twist and clench, tangled on the wire of guilt, "you need not apologize for being correct. i'm sorry for saying such cruel and untrue things to you, the one i love most."

"you aid me in seeing light where i thought light not possible, so please, always know that you are what supports me when even i am ignorant to it." purposefully and gently, diluc glided his gloveless hands across your back as your hiccups slowed to occasional sniffles.

"tell me again when you're ready- of your worries, i mean." diluc sighed and cupped your wet face, eager to dry the tears he had caused, "i promise you, i will listen intently and act accordingly."

his heart fluttered upon being blessed with your giggle, light and airy and free of strife as it should always be. "so professional, but thank you. i'll take you up on that offer. and thank you for the apology, i appreciate it."

he thanked his lucky stars that you trusted him enough and prayed to whatever god was listening that you'd be a constant in his life as he continued to cuddle you close and whisper words of love and reassurance in your ear, dedicated hand rubbing soothing motions into your back.

it was as he began to drift off to sleep that he remembered the last of his father's advice, and thought his moment of recognition could not be more appropriate.

"but pyro is also life, and warmth, and comfort. this gift of yours is not meant to burn mindlessly and destroy, but to provide sanctuary to those you love."

diluc pulled you closer and pressed a kiss to your forehead, silently swearing to himself to dedicate his warmth to you.

[whatsupsac]

What’s Up With Your Weekend, 3/24-3/26/17

Friday

Grow: Poetry: Join Sol Collective for this evening of exploration of growth, of thoughts and as people, and get inspired to set intentions for this new season. Performances by: Ausaru, Simone Hall, Danté Goodrich Giray, Sukhpreet Kaur Purewal, Yeshahyah King Yisrael, Kali, Andru Defeye, and Destiny Tierra. Hosted by Paul Willis with music from Duskafterdawn. All ages. Doors at 730. Show at 8. $5.

Digital Privacy Night: A night of cocktails, technology, entertainment and conversation at B Street Theatre. This special event will address the modern issues surrounding digital privacy. B Street Theatre has partnered with the Goethe-Institut Washington to present short plays written by playwrights across the country and the globe as they explore the challenges of the digital age. The evening will feature an hour long performance and talk-back followed by a social hour with cocktails and music. This event is associated with Future of Privacy Forum's The Plurality of Privacy Project in Five-Minute plays. 21+ 7-10PM. Free. Drinks $5.

Woven Identity - Preserving Zapotec Culture: Sergio Martínez, master Zapotec weaver, and his daughter Catalina will be speaking about maintaining their indigenous identity in the face of modernity and how their hometown in Teotitlán del Valle is using the ancient art of weaving to maintain their Zapotec language and culture. At Casa de Espanol (refreshments & light snack provided). 730-830PM. $10 students/$15 non-students. 

RuPaul’s Drag Race S9 Premiere Party + Aja & Raja: It’s the Season 9 premiere of the extravaganza that is RPDR with special guest Lady Gaga. Come for the show and stay for Season 3 winner Raja and Season 9 contestant Aja. 21+ 8PM. $10 cover. 

Saturday

Cesar Chavez March: The 17th Annual Cesar Chavez March, Sacramento to continue and honor the legacy of Cesar Chavez & The Labor Movement. Starts at Southside Park at 10AM for a rally, then march (route TBA), then a festival (location TBA). All ages. 

Storytelling & Papier Mache Doll Workshop: Ramona Garcia is a paper mache and visual artist. Her current practice focuses on the use of therapy dolls and facilitating expressive arts workshops for women and youth. At Sol Collective. 11AM-2PM. $30. 

YOU! The Musical: The Sacramento Comedy Spot performs a musical improv based on audience suggestions for titles. Bring your best ideas. 8-9PM. $8.

Leonard Cohen Tribute: Paul Emery presents A Thousand Kisses Deep: The Songs of Leonard Cohen, a reprise of his triumphant tribute to one of the most fascinating and enigmatic singer/songwriters of the late 60s, according to a press release.The all-star lineup includes 13 musicians and one poet — Paul Emery, Anni McCann, Kimberly Bass, Eleanore MacDonald, Pat Jacobsen, Shay Dillon, Peter Wilson, Stephen Holland, Rick Kirkpatrick, Tom Schmidt, Mark McCartney, Brady Mills and Arthur Cohen. At the Crest Theatre. 730PM. $25+

Sunday

Zoo Zoom!: Support the Sacramento Zoo, get in shape, and have func at this 5K run/walk and 10K race. Registration and packet pickup on site starts at 645AM. $15 for kids fun run, race packages vary. 

Sac Toy Con: Sacramento’s toy and collectible convention at the Scottish Rite Center will feature Morgan Lofting, voice of cartoons including The Baroness on GIJOE, and others. 10AM-5PM. $10, children under 12 are free.

Performance, Poetry, Party: An afternoon with some of Sacramento’s established and emerging artists at the Latino Center of Art and Culture, including Chanthou Lam (dance), Inertia DeWitt (performance), BoYee Nataraja (Goddess of Dance), Linda Michelle Hardy (music), Martha Kight (singing), Alli Franco & Austin Bergstebt (tango), and 3poca (music) - and possibly a surprise guest. Poets include Josh Fernandez, Oki Sogumi (read by Martha Kight), Krista Bautista, Arielle Robbins, Diego Andres Anguiano and more. There will also be a round of "Poetry Roulette" with poets having their works read by other people - poems go into a hat, are drawn out and that's what gets read. 4-8PM. Free.

[glazelilyy]

enemies to lovers + monoceros caeli + sun spot

request - monoceros caeli (childe/tartaglia) + sun spot (adapting each other's little habits) + enemies to lovers x gn!reader

warnings - this entire drabble is just you and childe sparring, canon-typical violence, mild description of non-specific injuries

a/n - i'm practically frothing at the mouth from how good an idea this is WOOOOOO i decided in the end to put a little twist on the prompt and have you both adopt each other's fighting techniques but i hope you enjoy!! i know i enjoyed writing this >:) (special shoutout to brynn who gave me excellent enemies to lovers advice because i, admittedly, have no idea how to write enemies to lovers LMAO) also this is my first written piece in a while so apologies if it sounds a lil wonky, i'm a tad rusty :P but the break has definitely helped me and i felt it as i was finishing this up! this has been in my drafts for about 2 months and i'm super glad to just finally finish it LMAO

metal clashed against metal in a flurry of dizzying, electric sparks. you grit your teeth and skid backwards on the soles of your shoes. dust billowed up from the disturbance, playfully swirling around you as you heaved a breath and readied your weapon for his next attack with eyes haunted by memories of his blade.

moonlight licked at your cheeks, hauntingly. your shadow followed your body in a dance as you dodged another blow. hydro droplets flung against your skin and left an imprint that burned too harsh for water.

"you've gotten weaker since we last battled." childe spat, a snarling grin stretching itself across his devilish lips. how traitorous the moonlight was for casting its ethereal, gentle glow on a living weapon of a man making him appear as a heavenly angel when he was no more than the worst demon from hell.

a flurry of your knives hurled themselves towards him. eager, thirsty and lusting for victory.

the garters that clung to your thighs and upper arms were now barren of the metal; thrown for naught as childe easily danced past your attempts to ambush him. you would've thought with his lanky limbs he might've sustained even a nick but here he remained: unscathed, much to your dismay.

"don't spout nonsense at me, harbinger." the title dripped venomous poison off your tongue between gritted teeth.

your body lurched forwards. you were tired of this song and dance and the harbinger needed someone to pry away his flute from his conniving little hands. your blade moved as an extension of your arm; as an extension of your hatred towards this man who drove you to the brink of insanity then drew you back in with a smile dipped in a corrosive, addicting liquid.

continued utc!

his arm thrashed upwards, watery droplets trailing behind his blade to block your strike. gods, how you wanted to wipe that charming little pretty boy smirk off his face.

"oh, so you think i'm pretty? my, how flattering." he crooned, devilishly from beneath the silver of your blade. curses, you said that out loud.

"you're pretty annoying if anything. now shut up and face me."

he whistled lowly, standing to full height as he knocked your blade back and twirled his own with deft, nimble fingers. "feisty thing, aren't you?"

your reply came in the form of quick swings of your weapon at his chest. a most appropriate response, you figured.

childe merely laughed and parried your attacks with a smile that made the skin on your neck crawl. his arm caught your waist in a bind and drew your body close against his, pinning your hands against his body and effectively disarming you for the moment. the hammer of his heart beat wildly against the thin skin of his chest like thunder itself swirled in the capacity of his lungs. chills scaled up and down your body as you squirmed desperately in his hold. a gloved finger traced an invisible line from behind your ear trailing along the side of your jugular down to your sternum, where childe finally stilled his movements.

"you're like a firework," he hummed with lidded eyes that swirled with an emotion you couldn't decipher, "when you burn, you burn brightly and fiercely. the impression you leave behind is beautiful—a spectacle that rings clear within a void, black sky..."

his voiced turned deep and clear, just above a whisper near your ear as he brushed his lips against the shell.

"it's such a shame that fireworks must fizz away into nothingness."

rage you'd never felt before seeped into your bones. white, hot, furious. this man was incredulous. with a cry you broke free of his hold, not missing and relishing in the surprise caught on his stupid face for the briefest of moments before it melted into a smile you could only describe as crazed.

he tackled you to the ground with the eagerness of a puppy, blue eyes wild and amazed like the swirl of a hurricane. you quickly kicked him backwards, looped your legs around his shoulders and squeezed with all your might before throwing him off to the side. childe broke into a fit of coughs, tenderly massaging the base of his neck as if to soothe the ache.

"quit babying yourself and get up, harbinger. we've yet to finish this." you spat as you rose from the ground and gripped your blade.

childe sputtered out a laugh and rose on shaky legs, "my, what a move! you've got some real tricks up your sleeve, comrade!"

you rolled your eyes. the absolute nerve of this man! "there will be plenty more where that came from if you sit still like a good boy and take your beating silently." your blade flickered ominously in the glint of the moonlight with an eager calling for his defeat.

"we both know that's not possible." he chuckled.

childe barely had a moment's reprieve before you lunged at him again with fire billowing in your pupils. with childe's physical strength it was difficult for you to imagine winning in melee combat and yet the stubborn part of you wanted to push your boundaries and face up directly against this devilish adrenaline junkie whose eyes sometimes made your heart skip a beat.

his hands moved deftly with his blade to parry your blows and attempt to deal some of his own. familiar lips were stretched into a grin that both simultaneously sent shivers of fear and intrigue down your spine.

no! no, your spine shivered at the mere thought of finding him attractive. childe of all people? you wanted to pause the battle and have a moment to reevaluate your thoughts. oh, but his eyes swam so beautifully with battle-lust in the innocence of moonlight...

you scoffed aloud and shook your head to empty your brain of the ridiculous thoughts. with your mind distracted, you barely had a moment to react when childe threw his body weight at you. your immediate response echoed back to his earlier move on you: your arm swept out and locked around his waist, pinning his arms to your body and rendering him incapable of movement.

"huh, copying my moves now are you?" childe grinned, all teeth. "well, in that case..."

in mere moments, you were thrown to the ground. barbatos himself seemed to arrive just to steal all the air from your lungs as your back hit the ground. before you could gather your wits, childe's legs had snaked up to your neck and squeezed mightily before echoing your earlier move and throwing you to the side, leaving you gasping for air.

"do i leave you breathless, comrade? i wasn't aware i had such an effect on you." childe drawled as he crouched on the balls of his heels and peered down at you like one would a pitiful childe. "now, how will you be admitting defeat? i expect some tears and perhaps maybe a favor owed or two."

archons, how did you even find this asshole attractive before? it doesn't count that him peering down at you with a sheen of sweat over his skin and fringes of his bangs clinging to his forehead made your stomach turn with the weight of butterflies.

with all the might and anger left in your system, you looked up at him and hissed, "go to...hell..." before lunging forwards at him with hands that sought his head (metaphorically, of course).

"wrong answer, sunshine!" he laughed and rolled over so he loomed over your body.

you'd been sparring with childe a long while, but now was one of the rare times you got to see him up close in all his sweat-bathed, battle-hungry glory. his chest heaved up and down from beneath the clothes that clung to his skin. blue eyes that seemed lost in an endless myriad of ocean water roved over your body with a thrill that you'd never seen in him before. a trickle of sweat cautiously teetered down the slope of his jaw before descending madly down his throat and over his adam's apple, which bobbed furiously.

"you're staring, comrade. do you really find me pretty?" he bat his eyelashes flirtatiously and you resisted the urge to sock him in the throat right then and there.

your leg curled around his waist and you flipped your positions so that you now straddled childe's waist. blade still in your hand, you pinned his wrists above his head and leaned downwards towards his ear to mimic his actions from earlier.

"that's a secret you'll never know."

with skilled hands you grabbed his hydroblades from his hands and sat back up, smugly dangling them from the hook of your index finger. "i win, harbinger."

you expected a cocky reply or perhaps even a smug laugh. but, instead, you were met with a speechless (for once) childe whose freckled cheeks blossomed with a shade of red you never knew existed. his lips parted as if to speak but for once his tap of mystical words and snarky jokes had run dry.

"aw, cat got your tongue? you know you're cuter when you're quiet." the index finger of your unoccupied hand moved just beneath his jaw to tip his head backwards. his compliancy surprised you, but it remained a victory in your mind nonetheless.

"so, best of threes? when do i get the pleasure of beating you to a pulp again?" you smiled gleefully as you rose from the ground and dusted your clothes.

if you had looked behind for a moment you would've seen the warbled smile that stretched across childe's face and the gleam of the toothy smile that cracked from his rosy red cheeks as he cast an arm over his eyes.

"anytime you want, sunshine."

he doesn't think your secret was much of a secret, and neither did you. just the way you both preferred it to be.

[glazelilyy]

you already KNOW!!! noctua + jupiter hurt/comfort or fluff 😩🤞 AND CONGRATS ON 5K BESTIE !! 🎉

request - noctua (diluc ragnvindr) + jupiter (promises, dedication, trust) + hurt/comfort & fluff x gn!reader

warnings - reader and diluc are married, diluc is vulnerable, crying, kissing, skinship, spoilers for the genshin webtoon + diluc/kaeya's backstories

a/n - BRYNNNN TYSM!!! you were the first requester and i can obviously never ever say no to diluc hurt/comfort (or just diluc in general LOL) i hope you like it!! :D <3

rain was meant to cleanse and yet diluc always felt the filthiest when the heavens cried.

you never asked why he shut himself within his stuffy office whenever rain pelted outside, or why he never liked rainy-day walks. you thought of him much like an oyster: though handsome and beautiful on the outside, the pearls and truth within him were that much more stunning. but beauty seemed always to be tarnished if pushed to the brink of its limits,

so you waited.

until he came to you one day as it rained, twisting the golden band on his left ring finger that tethered him to you—an unconscious nervous habit he had seemed to develop—with an unusually hesitant and almost child-like expression.

you let him lead you wordlessly to your bedroom; let him sit you down in the plush arm chair beside the large, french doors leading to the balcony; let him spread the translucent curtains so that the pale light from the noon, rainy sky poured onto the dark wood of the floor; let him sit in front of you on an opposing chair, and let him hold his hands within yours.

you considered your husband a man of few words, but perhaps he was merely reserving his words for this moment alone. he spoke of his beloved father, and the rainy day that took him away from his life for good. he spoke of his brother—his beloved brother, who almost met his end one rainy night at the end of his own flaming sword if not for the intervention of divinity itself. he spoke of the rainy morning he last set his eyes upon home before donning blinders and diving through tunnels. he spoke of the endless nights, traversing through nation after nation through rain, snow, hail, and thunder, wondering what the wind back home felt like now.

"each time it rains, i am there—i am back there. i can see his blood on my hands—my sword. i can feel the loneliness, and it's unbearable."

though he doesn't ask for it, you felt his soul cry out and beckon you closer and closer until you've pressed his forehead against yours and feel his heart tremble in his chest.

"you'll never be alone, never again. no matter if it never stops raining, i'll be right here."

you felt something click in place within him, almost too quietly if not for how well you knew the scrunches of his face or heaves of his breaths. you let him cry into the juncture of your shoulder and ran your fingers through his thick, ruby locks, cooing over and over again words bathed in pale pink love that salved the wounds that burned in his heart. you kissed him through the salt of his tears and small hiccups that escaped his lips, no matter how hard he tried to suppress them, and felt all that he was become intertwined with you.

"whatever griefs you may carry," your hands cupped his cheeks and swiped away at the tears collecting once again at his eyes, "they are mine too to carry. i breathe all that you are, day in and day out."

when he took his next breath, all diluc felt was you; the puddles he skipped in as a carefree child, the comforting tap tap of rain against the roof, and the smell of rainwater that wafted around him and made him feel at ease.

[glazelilyy]

HNGG LISTEN IM A GOROU N THOMA KISSER SO IM GIVING U TWO PROMPTS SEPARATE—

anyway, rubeum scrutum + jupiter and neptune + hurt/comfort <3

make me cry in class <3

request - rubeum scrutum (thoma) + jupiter (promises, dedication, trust) and neptune (sorrow, serenity, resolution) + hurt/comfort x gn!reader

warnings - crying, skinship, kissing, established relationship, farewells, jewelry

a/n - WOOHOOOOO i was really hoping someone would request for thoma!! i don't scream about him as much as i think about him sighhhhh. this is the piece that got me out of my funk so thank you for requesting!! :D <3 i'm sorry if this writing isn't my usual quality or standard i haven't been feeling my best lately but writing for thoma is always a joy hehe :P

participate here!

thoma's eyes were so green. the lush emerald warbled and trembled under your gaze and you felt your heart squeeze painfully. your thumbs swiped away at the rivulets that swam down the slopes of his flushed, red cheeks.

the sun never cried.

but thoma felt himself eclipsed by the shadow of mourning; a love so close and supple in his hands yet only minutes away from being so far out of reach. engulfed by the swell of a sorrowful ocean, time continued to teeter onwards and encroach closer and closer to the shores of an inevitable goodbye.

"i'll write to you, each and every day. i promise." his voice clamored in his throat, desiring nothing more than to voice how much he yearned to stay by your side and let the winds of the anemo archon tickle him pink with delight.

his arms encircled you and hovered over your body like a protective shield, shying you away from the view of the ship that would soon take him far, far away to a land where you no longer stood by his side.

"will you think of me as well?" you asked quietly against his chest, careful not to let your mind be blotted out by the hammering of his heart.

"always. forever."

eternity was in his grasp and he clutched onto it in a vice grip, deft fingers squeezing their way into the fabric of your shirt as if you'd disappear any moment. suppressing the shake of your shoulders and heaves of your chest was futile; thoma felt every inch of your body and knew all of your tells.

"hey," he smiled—a warbly smile full of love and mirth and sorrow all encapsulated into his lips, "if you cry more i don't think i'll be able to leave this dock."

"then i'll keep crying." you mumbled as you shoved your face back into his chest, yearning for his heartbeat to fill your ears and consume your mind.

his laugh reverberated across your body and filled you with an impossible warmth. how would you ever get by without him?

"i promise you i'll come back. and when i do, we can go pick as many cecilias and make as many cakes as you want. does that sound good, honey?"

you nodded ferociously, desperate to cling to the memories he'd made with you during his time in mondstat.

reluctantly, thoma removed his arms from your body and reached up to his neck to unclasp the necklace that hung from his neck. the metal pooled itself into the clammy, warm grip of his hands which then fell like a waterfall into your hand, underside cupped by thoma's.

"i want you to have this so you know i'm serious about my promise," thoma guided your hands to cup over the necklace and kissed the back of your knuckles, "my heart will only ever beat for you and no one else."

with shaky hands, he clasped the necklace and let the tags fall to your chest. the metal beamed in the setting sun and pulsed next to your throbbing heart.

you ignored the sting of tears hidden behind your eyes and let your worries fall away as your lips met his. stay here forever, be with me. if only, but you knew that thoma was nothing if not loyal to those he loved. his hand cupped the back of your head and pulled you impossibly close to the warmth radiating just beneath the thin layer of his clothes. he drained you of all your sorrows even after pulling away with ruddy lips and cheeks and eyes that sang ballads of romantic love for all to hear.

"i'll wait for you."

your words echoed around in his mind as he kissed you goodbye one final time and as your waving, sobbing figure grew smaller and smaller as the ship bound for inazuma grew further and further from mondstat's ports. thoma clasped a fist around his heart and tried his best to will away the void pain resounding in his arteries. he reached for the metal necklace but remembered its new owner, but nonetheless felt relief course through his veins.

the promise he made to you sat comfortably in his heart and he began counting down the days where he'd see you again.

[glazelilyy]

here’s another prompt and its gorou <3

royal guard! and royalty!reader + canis bellatoris + nebula

really excited to see what you’ll do mwah mwah <3

request - canis bellatoris (gorou) + nebula (first moment they realized they loved you) + royal guard!gorou and royalty!reader x gn!reader

warnings - reader is already in love with gorou (he's kind of oblivious LOL), dancing, gorou gives reader a kiss on the back of their hand

a/n - i know i said one req per person but i thought this was really cute so i'll let it slide hehe >:) thank you for requesting twice lovely!! <3 i hope more people request for itto/gorou/thoma, i know i haven't written many original things for them but i absolutely adore their characters to the moon and back :D

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if there was one thing gorou disliked most about his job, it would have to be the requirement of attending royal balls.

in a room so large and vast and beautiful with all its glitter and gold and diamonds—and equally radiant guests whose suits sparkled under luminescent moonlight and ichor candlelight and whose dresses billowed and pooled above polished, marble tile—he felt suffocated.

he knew as a servant that he was never meant to shine: a sword that shone and glittered would be prized, framed, and shelved to be displayed—whereas he was a blade who cut precisely and sharply and was therefore meant to be used as a tool.

it wasn't as though he longed to belong to that world of golden glitter and sparkling diamonds—he found its light far too blinding for someone like him. it was more a longing to understand rather than to belong.

cerulean eyes trained themselves on you, dedicated and purposefully like a trained hawk. you'd been whisked off from his side by another pompous suitor and now pranced along unenthusiastically in some sort of waltz or the other with them. gorou bit back a heinous smile at every deliberate stomp of your shoes on the suitor's foot. you seemed to notice the stifle in his smile and stuck your tongue out childishly over the shoulder of your dancing partner. if "difficult" were a person, it'd be you. difficult as you may be, the swirls of diamond dust and golden mirth whirled around you as the dance ended and you stomped back to gorou's position near the side of the ballroom. an invisible yet tangible spotlight of golden light seemed to follow you with each step.

"archons, if one more person asks me to dance they'll receive a shoe to the face!" you seethed through gritted teeth.

"your highness, you know you can't just reject dance offers."

"sure i can!" your knuckles knocked twice against the breastplate of his lax armor, "after all, i've got the kingdom's most dependable knight on my side! you can just beat 'em up for me, can't you?"

for such a vulgar question, the glossed, faux innocence of your batting lashes made for an interesting oxymoron of a proposal.

"y-your highness, we both know that would be unbecoming behavior of a knight, no less your personal protector."

"you're such a bore!" you booed.

just as you were about to complain about something or the other again, another suitor approached you with the same, plastic-like smile gorou had seen you recoil at all evening.

"your highness, if you might give me the honor of a dan-"

"uhhh my apologies!" you sputtered, eyes wildly roving over the venue in search of a saving grace. once you made eye contact with gorou, he presumed his sentence had already begun to enact itself upon him. you hastily reached out to loop you arm around gorou's elbow and placed your other hand on his forearm. "my knight and i are taking a breather for the moment, you know: the air in here is quite stuffy. though i do thank you for your offer, goodbye!"

"ah- wait!" gorou pleaded, but to no avail. you had already begun dragging him off, far away from the suitor who seemed to be at a loss for words. difficult, you were indeed. gorou knew he possessed enough strength to be able to reign you in but he would never dream of enacting that strength on you, so he let himself reluctantly be dragged along as you zigzagged through the crowd and pushed open the doors to the royal garden.

you refused to stop marching until you finally came to a small clearing, shrouded in seclusion from the prying eyes of the ballroom guests by high walls of hedges sprinkled with crimson roses.

"your highness, we should really get back-"

"in a moment, we will. i just needed to get away, sorry about that." you giggled sheepishly and finally released his arm from your hold. he watched as you glided over to a beautifully protruding rose whose petals glimmered in the shine of moonlight. gorou almost mistook the milky, white light for the warmth he came close to touching in the ballroom with his calloused fingers.

gentle trails of music poured out from the open windows of the ballroom and enveloped the small clearing in a sort of distant tranquility only found in solitude, or the comfort of someone trustworthy, in gorou's opinion. he cast his gaze to the broad expanse of the horizon to offer you a respectable amount of privacy, admiring the manner in which the stars seemed to swell and shake in the inky madness of night.

"hey, gorou," you had looked up from the rose, now raising your head in something akin to an artistic admiration for the faint melody of strings and ivory keys that echoed across marble tiles from the ballroom. your eyes fluttered open and looked at him with all the grandeur of a fluttering butterfly's wings in the early morning of spring: shy, hesitant, yet curious. your gloved hand extended itself out to him in what gorou could only assume was an invitation.

"would you like to dance with me?"

of all the things he expected you to ask, to dance with you was certainly not one of them. "w-with me?"

"well i certainly don't see anyone else here." you gestured to the clearing with wide arms. "for a knight you can be quite daft sometimes."

gorou's ears flattened to match the blossom of red shame that spread across his face. "my apologies, your highness. i'll take care to be more vigilant."

"never mind that." you swatted away the invisible doubts and thoughts from his shoulders that seemed so potent enough to become visible to you, "well, shall we dance?"

gorou's mind wandered back to his thoughts of golden warmth earlier in the evening: and now here you were, the epitome of it, beckoning him closer in an invitation to understand. the biting thought of improperness bit in the back of his mind but gorou chose to neglect it just this once as he slipped his hand into yours and brought an arm around your waist.

he'd seen you dance many times: both in lessons and in practice with suitors, and the only success you held in dancing was your ability to leave your partners with numb toes and permanent scowls on their faces. this time as you danced, however, you moved as if the ground below you comprised of smooth ice and on your feet you adorned skates made of glass.

"what?" you smiled, all teeth and teasing mirth, "did you seriously peg me as a bad dancer? i thought you knew me better than that."

gorou shook his head as he spun you outward and brought you back close to his body, "i don't understand, your highness. why are you so opposed to dancing if you're this good at it?"

there was something latent, buried beneath the wry smile that crept its way onto your lips. it seemed you chose your words carefully when you finally responded and locked gazes with his own. "is it wrong for me to only want to dance properly with one person? i find comfort in you, simple as that."

you'd put it so nonchalantly as if rattling off another tea order and such, but the red that had once been shame across his cheeks soon morphed into crimson akin to the roses that surrounded the two of you as you waltzed to the faint music. gorou stuttered through his reply amidst a chorus of "ums" and "ahs" before you gently shushed him and dipped him downwards in the dance, effectively halting his pitiful reply.

"i just mean that with you i feel more at peace. those lot can be so suffocating," you jabbed your thumb towards the din emitting from the hall, "but when i'm with you everything just gets...better, somehow."

he wished himself to will away the burn from his face; a knight was never supposed to act so openly in the presence of their superior, yet here we was being waltzed away in your arms. "y-your highness, you mustn't say such things about me. people may get the wrong idea-"

"but it's not the wrong idea at all. i enjoy being by your side, gorou."

the realization to him came suddenly and hit like the determined strike of a silver sword. it wasn't the rich, golden light of beauty that he sought among the noble and aristocratic, rather it was your light all along: the light he so longed to touch just once and understand in all its glory. you were why he hated balls, having to watch you be whisked off your feet by suitors far more suitable than him to take your hand in courtship.

of all the things he thought that could have been bothering him, gorou never thought love would ever be one of them.

gorou held you closer, overcome by the emotions that swept over him in his realization: just how long had he been nursing his jealousy on the sidelines while watching others attempt to woo you for your hand? had he really been this oblivious to himself all along?

"gorou? what's wrong?" it was only your voice that snapped him out of his daze and he now realized that the waltz you'd been in had halted.

his heart threatened to leap out of his chest as his eyes roved over you, beathed in the flickering, pale, yellow glow of candlelight that echoed from the hall. eyes he had adored from afar for so long; the emotions and thoughts that he now faced felt understandable and true in his heart.

in the darkness he felt himself shining; a heart that beat too fast for the small cavity of his chest as he suddenly dropped to one knee with one of your gloved hands clasped in both of his. he downed his head to shield your eyes from the blush that spread across his face (though his wilting ears were impossible to hide).

his lips found the cool silk of your gloves, taking care to press them just above the knuckles before pressing his nose to your hand and responding, "i am yours faithfully for as long as you may need me, your highness."

he hoped it'd be forever, if you'd be kind enough to let him. gorou looked up, bashful, timid, and hesitant, only to find you with an unmistakable sparkle in your eyes and a warbly smile that ignited hope in gorou's heart.

how had he not realized he had fallen so hard for the very person he was supposed to protect with his life?

[glazelilyy]

hii , this is my first time participating in such events so i hope im doing it right :'D

pavo ocellus + mars and jupiter , please?

request - pavo ocellus (kaeya alberich) + mars (passion, desire, ache) + jupiter (promises, dedication, trust) x gn!reader

warnings - kissing, suggestive, skinship, kaeya resolves himself to dedication

a/n - hihi! you did it perfectly, thank you for requesting! <3 hnghghghgh i love this so much but writing for kaeya is just a treat for me regardless :P

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loving kaeya alberich was like getting swept up in a heated tango of feverish affection and desire.

you were quick to leap over his sugar-coated words and his toothy, charming grins, but found yourself still encapsulated within his arms. for a wielder of ice he was nothing less than burning—the type that overwhelmed you yet left you wanting, craving more.

you'd pull each other into nooks and crannies of any buildings or alleyways or empty rooms, lips colliding before words could formulate in either of your brains. his lithe fingers would search your body, scaling up your sides to find the areas that made you shiver under his touch and melt in his embrace. he'd lean into your touch, tremble when your fingers carded through his hair, but never delved too far lest he drown himself within you.

though he craved you just as you yearned for him, kaeya couldn't bring himself to match your tempo. he found fun and brilliance in the song and dance that became whatever muddled bond the two of you developed: the one where you'd let him snake his arms around your waist and pepper kisses into the crook of your neck, or where you tugged him by the collar into an empty corridor with a burn in your heart that longed for his lips as he followed behind like a drunken sailor with a goofy, toothy smile on his lips.

you ached tremendously for kaeya alberich.

at first, you thought it was only a physical ache; one that would leave your body fuzzy and tingling after he'd kiss you breathless then walk away with that grandson-in-law winning smile of his. the "sweetheart"s he'd croon just by the shell of your ear made you weak in the knees and buckle at his touch.

but then you began to notice the simpler, albeit sillier things.

he laughed with his nose, picked out peas and cast them aside on his plate, and bounced his right leg whenever he was agitated—the last one you discovered while assisting him on an undercover mission with treasure hoarders who spoke less than kindly about the acting grand master and a certain wine tycoon.

above all else, loving kaeya alberich felt sweet. you deemed it love when he pulled away from you and instead of craving more of his lips, you found yourself craving more of him. the man who snored like a bleating sheep and drooled onto his pillow case and who snuck chocolate away to klee when he thought no one was looking (but you were, and let him get away with it because you loved him).

kaeya, similarly, couldn't identify when exactly it was you pulled the wire and let him trip into all that you were. his heart found itself pounding and stuttering whenever you pulled him by the lapels of his jacket and stole his breath away. though he loved the song and dance, he loved how your nose scrunched up whenever you smelled valberry in any form. he loved the puppets you'd make for klee (made out of his socks, but he wasn't about to complain when the shared smiles of you and klee made his day so much more brighter). he loved that you wordlessly took the peas from his plate and dumped them into yours, though he chose to ignore the teasing calls of him being a "big baby that doesn't wanna eat his peas".

he laid awake at night and wondered how it was you managed to wriggle your way into his heart and make a home for yourself. for once, though he felt the familiar biting nip of fear that came with any relation, the burning desire to kiss you not just as someone to be kissed but as his lover overwhelmed him. he couldn't ignore the fear that raged inside of him like a ferocious tiger, but he managed to sit it down, let it listen to his heart and his pleas to kiss you as his.

the next time his lips parted from yours, he uttered, "let me buy you a drink and a meal, hm?"

you being you, completely, hopelessly, and utterly in love, said yes, without hesitation.

"i can't promise you gold and riches," his hands held yours tightly as you both stood in his office, singular eye bathed in sincerity and love glimmering in the moonlight, "but i will do my best to ensure that the smile i love so much always remains on your face."

you let him cup your face and accepted him wholly, wordlessly through an embrace.

loving kaeya alberich might have been like getting swept up in a feverish tango at first, but truly loving him felt akin to a romantic waltz under a blanket of stars and constellations forever twinkling.

[glazelilyy]

Hi! May I request alatus nemeseos + sun spot? Thank you and I hope you have a great day!

request - alatus nemeseos (xiao) + sunspot (adapting each other's little habits) x gn!reader

warnings - food mention, possible ooc xiao (i wanted to make him soft shhshh)

a/n - i find myself always coming back to xiao since he was one of the first five stars i mained and i absolutely adore him to pieces hehe, and this req is so cute!! i hope you enjoy it! :D

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silence. solitude. solemnity.

these were a few words that came to mind when you thought of the solitary, ethereal man who sat on the railing of the inn's balcony with his chin on his knee and a leg dangling in the wind. he seemed much like a qingxin blooming high up on a cliff whose petals ruffled in the high breeze of midnight: far from reach yet visible enough to marvel in its beauty and bask in its sweet smell.

verr goldett had mentioned once in passing that his tongue favored sweetness—especially the sugary, melting flavor found embedded in bites of almond tofu.

so you went one evening, heart leaping in the ridged walls of your throat as you approached his usual spot with a plate of almond tofu gripped in your clammy hands.

his ichor eyes roved over you not unlike how you've seen millelith examine treasure hoarders: guarded, scrutinizing. nonetheless, he took the plate from you with a quiet gratitude and you watched from afar how his eyes fluttered at the sweetness of the dish and the candies you had placed around the rim of the plate.

you continued this routine until eventually one day he asked, "where is yours?" as you handed the plate to him. convinced, you asked smiley yanxiao to hand you a plate and felt your heart skip for joy in your chest, content just to be beside the young man who seemed to push away all of the world around him.

eventually you learned of him not just as the mysterious, handsome stranger on the balcony with a penchant for sweets and solitude, but as the revered yaksha, xiao. he referred to you as "mortal" no matter how much you tried to get him to parrot your name and scoffed at the crowns of silk flowers that you'd weave for him yet voice no objections when you placed them over top his soft, silky locks. eventually he repeated your name back to you, but it was under a full moon and uttered in the same line as a promise of devotion while his eyes consumed you wholly with feverish affection.

somehow you managed to tip toe around each other until eventually you slid your hand into his and it fit, albeit with its imperfections, and yet to you it felt no less than perfect.

along your path together, you found his eyes softening more and his fingers fumbling to match yours as you showed him how to weave delicate flowers into jewelry of all sorts. and just as the flowers weaved through each other, so you and he intertwined and became tangled in each other.

xiao held his chopsticks particularly, and though you often used to lightly tease him for such an unorthodox method, you found that your hands had one day had shifted so that now you also held your chopsticks in the same, weird manner that he did.

"i recall you saying that i held my chopsticks weird," it was impossible for him to hide the sliver of a smile on his face, "but it appears i'm not the only weird one here."

he often stretched like a cat; arms reaching up high and shoulder blades creasing and kissing in the middle before returning back to normal. a purring noise sometimes escaped past his throat, and you found yourself doing the same after a long days' work at the inn. "it seems you've been spending a lot of time around xiao." verr goldett giggled with a knowing look when seeing you with your fingertips to the sky, shoulder blades creasing and kissing in the middle and hearing the purr-like noise escape from your lips.

you soon noticed that the infamously reclusive yaksha slowly started to emerge from his cocoon. he caught you once singing a lovely tune to a bird that had perched itself on the railing, and not even a day later had you returned to the same spot and found him humming the same tune to a group of small, brown birds—one perched on his finger. he smiled just as you did but with a mirth found only within himself, and you smiled from afar.

before, xiao would pay little to no attention to the flowers he came across. after meeting you, however, and experiencing what softness and tenderness could be, he looked at flowers and felt your hands showing him to weave; saw your smile when he sat pliantly and let you dress him in silk flowers and qingxins. his duties long finished, he sat in the field of flowers and picked as many as he could, eager to return back to the balcony where you'd be singing birdsongs of homecoming and where his fingers would weave dainty crowns of flowers to place on your head.

[glazelilyy]

even in an ever changing world, only the starlit sky will not change

hello hello and welcome to my 5k follower / blog anniversary event! writing on tumblr and making this journey as glazelilyy, while it's had its setbacks in procrastination and such, was always so fun for me and i hope i can continue to go forward! thank you all so much for 5k and a year of joy in writing :D i'm excited to share this with you all so let's get started!

THINGS TO NOTE

this event is time sensitive and requests will close MAY 15TH, 2022 AT 11:59PM EST

i will not be doing all the requests; i'll be picking the ones that inspire me / that i like the most

requests should adhere to my original requesting rules [link]

these are all romantic!

you have TWO choices for this event: either a PLANET request or a SPACE TERMINOLOGY request; see further below for details

requests can take place in any sort of au that you'd like (canon, modern, royalty, college, spy/secret agent, historical, etc), just remember to specify please!

please limit requests to one per person!

EVENT TAG: #5k/anni event. written in the stars

REQUESTING FORMAT: [character constellation] + prompt of choice

continued utc for length! :)

noctua (diluc ragnvindr)

pavo ocellus (kaeya alberich)

princeps cretaceus (albedo)

monoceros caeli (childe/tartaglia)

lapis dei (zhongli)

alatus nemeseos (xiao)

acer palmatum (kaedehara kazuha)

vaga calamitas (scaramouche)

aeterna stella (dainsleif)

rubeum scrutum (thoma)

taurus iracundus (arataki itto)

canis bellatoris (gorou)

cypressus custos (kamisato ayato)

regarding scaramouche and dainsleif's constellation names: i made up constellation names for them since we don't exactly have constellations for them (yet, really hoping scara will be playable hhhh) :'> i hope that's ok!! scaramouche's means "wandering calamity" and dainsleif's means "eternal star" if you were wondering :)

PLANET PROMPTS (abstract)

pick up to two planets if you'd like me to write something based around the words associated with the planet! :) you can specify what genre you'd like as well (angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, etc)

MERCURY - guidance, communication, patience

VENUS - tenderness, love, beauty

EARTH - birth, brevity, growth

MARS - passion, desire, ache

JUPITER - promises, dedication, trust

SATURN - obligation, faithful, bonded

URANUS - impulse, reckless, tempting

NEPTUNE - sorrow, serenity, resolution

SAMPLE REQUEST: acer palmatum + venus and earth (kazuha + tenderness, love, beauty and birth, brevity, growth)

SPACE TERMINOLOGY PROMPTS (short writings)

pick a dynamic (this part is optional!) + space term + any character of your choice on the list and i'll write a small drabble! :D (genre can also be specified here if you'd like!)

DYNAMICS (OPTIONAL):

enemies to lovers

coworkers to lovers

(childhood) friends to lovers

established relationship

(feel free to send in a dynamic that isn't here!)

BLACK HOLES - arguments (with or without resolution)

BLUE MOON - he does an ooc action

COMETS - finding your way back to each other

CONSTELLATIONS - confessing their love

ECLIPSE - misunderstandings (with or without resolution)

EQUINOX - domestic activities (feel free to specify!)

GALAXY - saying "i love you" for the first time

NEBULA - first moment they realized they loved you

SOLSTICE - right person / wrong time

SUN SPOT - adapting each other's little habits

SUPERNOVA - first kisses

SAMPLE REQUEST: coworkers to lovers + pavo ocellus + supernova (coworkers to lovers + kaeya alberich + first kisses)

i look forward to taking requests! i tried to give some more freedom and room in what people can request from me so i hope everyone has fun looking at the selection hehe :) thank you all so much and i can't wait to see the reqs!! :D

— luce <3

[fadinganchornight]

Legs turning into jelly while in the mrt sjkamsndhd it's too cute

you already KNOW!!! noctua + jupiter hurt/comfort or fluff 😩🤞 AND CONGRATS ON 5K BESTIE !! 🎉

request - noctua (diluc ragnvindr) + jupiter (promises, dedication, trust) + hurt/comfort & fluff x gn!reader

warnings - reader and diluc are married, diluc is vulnerable, crying, kissing, skinship, spoilers for the genshin webtoon + diluc/kaeya's backstories

a/n - BRYNNNN TYSM!!! you were the first requester and i can obviously never ever say no to diluc hurt/comfort (or just diluc in general LOL) i hope you like it!! :D <3

rain was meant to cleanse and yet diluc always felt the filthiest when the heavens cried.

you never asked why he shut himself within his stuffy office whenever rain pelted outside, or why he never liked rainy-day walks. you thought of him much like an oyster: though handsome and beautiful on the outside, the pearls and truth within him were that much more stunning. but beauty seemed always to be tarnished if pushed to the brink of its limits,

so you waited.

until he came to you one day as it rained, twisting the golden band on his left ring finger that tethered him to you—an unconscious nervous habit he had seemed to develop—with an unusually hesitant and almost child-like expression.

you let him lead you wordlessly to your bedroom; let him sit you down in the plush arm chair beside the large, french doors leading to the balcony; let him spread the translucent curtains so that the pale light from the noon, rainy sky poured onto the dark wood of the floor; let him sit in front of you on an opposing chair, and let him hold his hands within yours.

you considered your husband a man of few words, but perhaps he was merely reserving his words for this moment alone. he spoke of his beloved father, and the rainy day that took him away from his life for good. he spoke of his brother—his beloved brother, who almost met his end one rainy night at the end of his own flaming sword if not for the intervention of divinity itself. he spoke of the rainy morning he last set his eyes upon home before donning blinders and diving through tunnels. he spoke of the endless nights, traversing through nation after nation through rain, snow, hail, and thunder, wondering what the wind back home felt like now.

"each time it rains, i am there—i am back there. i can see his blood on my hands—my sword. i can feel the loneliness, and it's unbearable."

though he doesn't ask for it, you felt his soul cry out and beckon you closer and closer until you've pressed his forehead against yours and feel his heart tremble in his chest.

"you'll never be alone, never again. no matter if it never stops raining, i'll be right here."

you felt something click in place within him, almost too quietly if not for how well you knew the scrunches of his face or heaves of his breaths. you let him cry into the juncture of your shoulder and ran your fingers through his thick, ruby locks, cooing over and over again words bathed in pale pink love that salved the wounds that burned in his heart. you kissed him through the salt of his tears and small hiccups that escaped his lips, no matter how hard he tried to suppress them, and felt all that he was become intertwined with you.

"whatever griefs you may carry," your hands cupped his cheeks and swiped away at the tears collecting once again at his eyes, "they are mine too to carry. i breathe all that you are, day in and day out."

when he took his next breath, all diluc felt was you; the puddles he skipped in as a carefree child, the comforting tap tap of rain against the roof, and the smell of rainwater that wafted around him and made him feel at ease.

[feifae]

first thing in the morning is a emotional fic🥲 AAAAAAAA THOMA BABEYYYYY

HNGG LISTEN IM A GOROU N THOMA KISSER SO IM GIVING U TWO PROMPTS SEPARATE—

anyway, rubeum scrutum + jupiter and neptune + hurt/comfort <3

make me cry in class <3

request - rubeum scrutum (thoma) + jupiter (promises, dedication, trust) and neptune (sorrow, serenity, resolution) + hurt/comfort x gn!reader

warnings - crying, skinship, kissing, established relationship, farewells, jewelry

a/n - WOOHOOOOO i was really hoping someone would request for thoma!! i don't scream about him as much as i think about him sighhhhh. this is the piece that got me out of my funk so thank you for requesting!! :D <3 i'm sorry if this writing isn't my usual quality or standard i haven't been feeling my best lately but writing for thoma is always a joy hehe :P

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thoma's eyes were so green. the lush emerald warbled and trembled under your gaze and you felt your heart squeeze painfully. your thumbs swiped away at the rivulets that swam down the slopes of his flushed, red cheeks.

the sun never cried.

but thoma felt himself eclipsed by the shadow of mourning; a love so close and supple in his hands yet only minutes away from being so far out of reach. engulfed by the swell of a sorrowful ocean, time continued to teeter onwards and encroach closer and closer to the shores of an inevitable goodbye.

"i'll write to you, each and every day. i promise." his voice clamored in his throat, desiring nothing more than to voice how much he yearned to stay by your side and let the winds of the anemo archon tickle him pink with delight.

his arms encircled you and hovered over your body like a protective shield, shying you away from the view of the ship that would soon take him far, far away to a land where you no longer stood by his side.

"will you think of me as well?" you asked quietly against his chest, careful not to let your mind be blotted out by the hammering of his heart.

"always. forever."

eternity was in his grasp and he clutched onto it in a vice grip, deft fingers squeezing their way into the fabric of your shirt as if you'd disappear any moment. suppressing the shake of your shoulders and heaves of your chest was futile; thoma felt every inch of your body and knew all of your tells.

"hey," he smiled—a warbly smile full of love and mirth and sorrow all encapsulated into his lips, "if you cry more i don't think i'll be able to leave this dock."

"then i'll keep crying." you mumbled as you shoved your face back into his chest, yearning for his heartbeat to fill your ears and consume your mind.

his laugh reverberated across your body and filled you with an impossible warmth. how would you ever get by without him?

"i promise you i'll come back. and when i do, we can go pick as many cecilias and make as many cakes as you want. does that sound good, honey?"

you nodded ferociously, desperate to cling to the memories he'd made with you during his time in mondstat.

reluctantly, thoma removed his arms from your body and reached up to his neck to unclasp the necklace that hung from his neck. the metal pooled itself into the clammy, warm grip of his hands which then fell like a waterfall into your hand, underside cupped by thoma's.

"i want you to have this so you know i'm serious about my promise," thoma guided your hands to cup over the necklace and kissed the back of your knuckles, "my heart will only ever beat for you and no one else."

with shaky hands, he clasped the necklace and let the tags fall to your chest. the metal beamed in the setting sun and pulsed next to your throbbing heart.

you ignored the sting of tears hidden behind your eyes and let your worries fall away as your lips met his. stay here forever, be with me. if only, but you knew that thoma was nothing if not loyal to those he loved. his hand cupped the back of your head and pulled you impossibly close to the warmth radiating just beneath the thin layer of his clothes. he drained you of all your sorrows even after pulling away with ruddy lips and cheeks and eyes that sang ballads of romantic love for all to hear.

"i'll wait for you."

your words echoed around in his mind as he kissed you goodbye one final time and as your waving, sobbing figure grew smaller and smaller as the ship bound for inazuma grew further and further from mondstat's ports. thoma clasped a fist around his heart and tried his best to will away the void pain resounding in his arteries. he reached for the metal necklace but remembered its new owner, but nonetheless felt relief course through his veins.

the promise he made to you sat comfortably in his heart and he began counting down the days where he'd see you again.