#I'll just sincerely believe I'm turning right and always be wrong 😂

[memento-mariii]

My useless superpower is that I have a simultaneously superb sense of direction(the cardinal points), and an abysmal sense of direction(left and right).

[silentmoths]

Can I request about Diluc, Childe and Zhongli that busy to work and forget his s/o and they just know after midnight. Maybe hurt/comfort with afab reader.

P.S. In my timezone is my birthday and I follow your fic since it from ao3😂

Happy birthday!!!

Hurt/Comfort below~

Fair warning: childe's get's a little spicy!!

Diluc: Broken promise

He really, REALLY hadn't meant to be stuck out so long. Some stupid knights of Favonious party at the tavern that needed his extra hands, a drunken bar brawl between two initiate knights fighting over a lady resulting in two freshly banned knights and a bunch of extra cleanup.

He's exhausted by the time he's finally trudging up the path to the winery, most of the manor is dark, only the bare minimum of lanterns left on for him to see with ease, however there is one light upstairs that catches his eye, and makes his blood run cold with realisation.

Diluc had promised you that he'd only be gone a couple of hours, just to help with the first few waves of drinks, drunken knights barely wanted more than beer once drunk enough, but obviously thats not how things went...

you'd stayed up for him.

Suddenly no longer as tired, the redhead rushes up the path, the mantra in his head? 'shit shit shit, fuck shit oh shit' as he bursts in the doors and takes the staircase two or three steps at a time.

"Firefly I-" His words die in his throat as he finally bursts into the bedroom. "Oh firefly...."

He takes in the sight before him, you'd been extra clingy today, not common for you, a bad nightmare had left you a little more shaken than usual, which is why he'd promised to be home early.

Now? Now you were perched on the edge of the bed, facing the window, away from him, knees pulled to your chest, hell you dont even make any move that you've even heard him.

"Sweetheart I...I'm sorry." He is, he really is. You were the light of his life, the one constant little firefly that brightened his day. He only just kicks off his boots before he's clambering into bed, pulling your back to his chest, you're rigid and tense and his heart breaks a little more as he buries his head into your shoulder. "M'sorry..."

"you promised..." your quiet whimper may as well have been a stab to the chest.

"I know, I know, I-I...fuck...I'm sorry...the knights were rowdier than usual tonight, a fight broke out... I didn't realise the time until we were closing." His words just feel like excuses, and abd ones at that. She says nothing, he doesn't blame her, it wasn't often Diluc made promises, but he really hadn't expected things to get out of hand this badly.

"I'll take tomorrow off." He finally breaks the silence after a few minutes. This finally gets a reaction, your head slowly turning.

"you never take the day off Lu... not even when you're sick..." ouch, you weren't exactly wrong, even on days when he didn't work at the tavern he was always in his office, looking over paperwork and making arrangements... but no, not this time.

Slowly, Diluc turns you until you're facing him, bundled into his lap, oh his poor little firefly looked so sad, so alone.

"I know after tonight you have no right to believe me, but I promise I am taking the day off tomorrow." He states, kissing your forehead "you and I? we're going to spend the entire day together, whatever you want to do, wherever you want to go. okay?"

finally, you lift your gaze to him, his eyes are wide and trained on your face, full of sincerity and affection, a tiny smile tugging the corner of his mouth as he leans in to kiss you proper.

"...Okay..."

Zhongli: Happy not-birthday.

It wasn't uncommon for the consultant's work to end up trailing deep into the night, some of the more in-depth parting rituals could only take place at night, or in certain locations after all.

But the moment he quietly slips through the door to your shared apartment, he feels a shift in energy, odd. The apartment is dark, of course, night-owl you may claim to be, you were always out light a light before midnight-

oh, their shared bed was empty, untouched since it had been made this morning... Now Zhongli was curious, and a little worried. It doesn't take him long to notice the door to the balcony open and he pokes his head out into the frigid night air.

"Darling? what are you doing out here so late in the winter? you'll catch your death..." He breathes as he quickly removes his coat to drape around your shoulders as you sit on one of the little stools. you dont say anything to him, which only has his worry rising, coming to a head when he notices what you have twirling in your hand.

A dried glaze lily.

the one he'd given you the first year you'd been together on your-

oh...

How could he? Zhongli remembered everything, the name of every person he's met, the date that every ship built in liyue makes it's maiden voyage from the harbour.

How could he have forgotten something as important as your birthday!?

"Oh, darling..." outside be damned now, he scoops you up into his arms; you were freezing cold as he carries you inside, sliding the balcony door shut with his foot. Every step he takes he can feel his very soul withering. You'd still been blissfully asleep when he'd left for work this morning, leaning down to give you a peck on the cheek and forehead, you always looked so peaceful at rest.

Looking at the clock as he sits on the couch with you now? Well past midnight, almost one in the morning, he'd completely missed your birthday.

turning his golden gaze back to you, who's still refusing to make eye-contact, he ever so gently plucks the dried lily from your fingers and tucks it into your hair, pulling you close so he can pepper your face with kisses.

"My darling, my sweet, my one true treasure... I am so very sorry for forgetting your day... words are not enough to express..." he whispers between kisses, one hand tugging his coat tighter around your now-shivering frame. God he may be, but even with all the power he held, the ability to turn back time was beyond him, much as he wished for it now.

You whimper quietly, leaning your head against his chest and a small wave of relief washes over him, contact, you always thrived on physical contact, and that was something he was happy to give in spades.

"how about tomorrow, you and I celebrate your not-birthday?" He suggests, earning him a sleepy, confused look. perhaps he'd been listening to Hu-Tao's strange stories too much recently, one that stuck out was something called 'Alice in wonderland' where they celebrate 'Un-birthdays'. Eventually your confusion gives way to a quiet giggle.

"there's my little treasure." He purrs happily, nuzzling into your shoulder. "A very happy not-birthday to my most beloved."

Childe: Forgotten Annivarsary

Ah, what a wonderful day of killing and battle! Ajax hadn't had such a lovely day in so very long, being stuck in the bank amidst paperwork hell was not his forte, but alas, as the highest rank within it's walls, it was unfortunately up to him to fill in the paperwork.

As soon as he's in the door, he strips down to his boxers, bloodthirsty he may be, but he wasn't about to ruin all your hard work cleaning the apartment yesterday.

Though he looks at the candleabra sitting upon the table with confusion, below it? A gift box. He leans down to check the card, it was for him? from you? huh? It's not his birthday, what was all this about?

His eyes flick to the calendar on the wall, the 15th...

Oh, ooooh no.

Their anniversary.

Biting his lip his gaze flicks to the kitchen, dissaray, like you'd been cooking... he swings around the table and opens the fridge and his heart shatters, you had been, you'd made some of his favorites, all local Sneznhayan dishes, totally foreign to you, yet you'd gone out of the way to make them for him, now all wrapped in plastic and haphazardly tossed into the fridge.

of course, today had to be the one day he's not home at 5:30 in two whole months.

Next stop? bedroom.

You're curled up in bed, asleep, hugging your favorite Narwhal (that he'd won you, no less) tight in your arms, where he usually was.

No, no, absolutely not.

tossing his clothes aside he carefully climbs into bed, tugging away the bankets to reveal your body proper, awh, you'd even gone to bed wearing one of his shirts, his heart twists in shame, but he was going to make it up to you, here and now.

Starting with a soft kiss to the top of your head, and then trailing down, the presses of his lips to your skin slowly waking you as watery eyes flutter open.

"A-Ajax?" you mumble quietly.

"Shhh, I'm sorry I got caught out late princess, I missed our anniversary... you worked so hard to make everything perfect." He whispers huskily into your ear "Let me make it up to you right here, right now."

He stops to steal a kiss from your lips just once before he continues on his trail downwards, deft hands unbuttoning the top you'd stolen.

"Just sit back and relax my princess, I have you."