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[dreamerinthemoonlight]

Genshin Guys as Boyfriends: Part 2 (Tartaglia, Kinich, Neuvillette)

It's been so long since I did ones for Kaeya, Xiao, and Thoma. Even though they were only reposted at the beginning of November, it's been ages since I wrote them

CW: None (seriously just fluff)

Tartaglia x gn!reader; Kinich x gn!reader; Neuvillette x gn!reader;

REQUESTS and ASKS are OPEN

Tartaglia

Same thing I said for Kaeya goes for Tartaglia in this one. He definitely has a teasing streak, but he'd be a really, really solid boyfriend

I mean, look how he treats his family. Dating him puts you pretty far up the list of people he values most

Nah, Tartaglia spoils the shit out of you. Fancy dates, gifts (he doesn't hesitate to use fatui funds to get you souvenirs during his missions), the works. He's away so much that he doesn't want you to forget that he really does love you

And when he's around you, expect him to be pretty clingy. He's always holding your hands or wrapping his arm around your waist, or just laying in bed spooning.

He won't say as much, but your presence is grounds him. After spending all his time fighting and threatening people, your company reminds him of what it's like to be a normal human

Kinich

Honestly, I think Kinich has a really hard time dating you at first

this kind of close relationship isn't something he's ever known, especially when you start telling him that shit you do doesn't have a price tag

it's a point of conflict, but he does start to get used to it, start to trust that his company is enough for you

That being said he's always trying to do stuff for you. Definitely an acts of service kinda guy. To the point you start to wonder if you owe him. it's at that point he realizes what you've been trying to tell him, that a relationship, by nature is one of give and take and shit like "prices" don't really factor in

after that things are much smoother

I think his favorite activities with you are stuff that doesn't involve a lot of other people. Cuddling a bit maybe, wandering around in the wilderness, I think he loves showing you all the little stuff he's learned over the years. Rather than going to fancy dinners he'd rather stay at home and cook with you

He's never very verbal about his affection, but one day he just comes up behind you and wraps you in a hug and you just feel really, really lucky because that kind of affection isn't natural to him

Also, Ajaw learns really quickly that being mean to you is a one way trip to time out

Neuvillette

Calm, stable, loving Neuvie. I love him so much

I think of the three, Neuvie is the most stable. Tartaglia is a battle-hungry maniac (and I love him for it) and Kinich is traumatized to no end. Neuvillette is just a workaholic

But even if he's a workaholic, I don't see him saying no if you want to sit and read on a couch while he does paperwork

He'd be so affectionate. Kisses to the backs of your knuckles, soft touches to your hair

In public he's not a fan of excessive PDA, though he will hold your hand, but in private he's really, really touchy. Loves to lay his head on your lap (of have you lay your head in his, he doesn't really care). Tons of cuddling and just sweet little touches

Also, hair brushing. I think in his case that's a whole ass love language. You could spend hours brushing his hair, gently combing out every tangle. And then he does the same for you, or if you don't have much hair, he still spends a lot of time with his fingers in it.

I guess, a good way to put it is Neuvie is all about that quiet, soft intimacy

He's not possessive at all and always encouraging (of everything except crime, he'd rather not see you in the defendant's box) and just ooooooo. He's just the perfect boyfriend

[aurorasgate]

Hi can I request a scinerio for Diluc, Childe, and Xaio where they find our that your pregnant with their kid/kids? Tysm if u do this ♥️

diluc, childe + xiao when you tell them you're pregnant

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diluc

you swore you were glowing with the evidence of your little secret the entire way from the clinic in the city back to dawn winery. as if the baby in your womb was alight with sparkling flames that shown on your skin and in your smile despite how much you tried to hold it in but it was near impossible to do with the overflowing joy you felt at the surreal news of your pregnancy.

you were relieved that no one had stopped you on your walk home, an eager bounce to your step that the nausea you’d been feeling for a few days now couldn’t stop. not when your husband was at home unsuspecting of the news you could not wait to share with him. no one but you and babraba, who had confirmed you were indeed pregnant, knew for now and you wanted it to stay that way until you could tell diluc.

the entire walk home your heart was thumping loudly, in time with your giggle and smiles and the butterflies in your stomach tickled you the more it sank in that you were going to have a baby with the man you love, that your family would be growing with a sweet bundle of your love. thoughts of diluc as a father only made those feelings grow tenfold, seeing your baby in his arms, laying on his broad chest, tugging at his crimson hair and cooing at him as he smiles so tenderly.

archons you were going to cry just imagining it.

but you had to hold on just a little longer. only a few more steps and you’d be in the manor where diluc surely was lost in his work or helping with an issue and you could steal him away to tell him and cry your tears of elation against his lapel. it wasn’t even worth blaming the hormones for them either, not when you’re certain you’d have spilled some regardless. to love diluc and be loved by him had been the most wonderful thing in your life and now, to share that love with your child, felt like you were swimming in a never ending sea that was the full embodiment of love, devotion and the pureset of warmth.

you’re pulled deeper into that sea as you walk into the study, the place your feet brought you when the parlor did not turn up your beloved. there he was tucked behind his desk, reviewing a stack of paperwork that seemed to never get smaller, fiery red locks pulled back to keep them from his handsome face.

with your thoughts getting the better of you again, curious ones that made you wonder how much your baby was sure to look like their father, you stop in your tracks at the threshold of the door, taking him in, your hand reaching for your belly and tugging lightly at the fabric of your shirt.

as if he had been expecting you, he looks up from the contract laid out on his desk and you see his lips previously drawn in a thin line tugging upwards at the sight of you. you had only been gone an hour or so, under the guise of running ‘errands’ in the city but be it an hour or ten minutes away from you, he would always be happy when either of you returned to the other.

“welcome home my love,” he says, attempting to get up from his seat to meet you halfway but you’re quick to make your way to his side, all but floating to him in your current state, his gloveless hand reaching out to hold your waist as you find your place between his legs, his other now holding your hand.

with a tender touch, the pads of your fingers brushing across his bangs, feeling the natural heat of his forehead seeping into your skin and making you want more of him, all of him. you see his eyes flutter as he leans into your touch, thick lashes hiding scarlet eyes that hold your entire world when he didn’t yet know you were now carrying a whole new part of his.

you hadn’t said anything since you came into the study, the words on the tip of your tongue and making you giggle in undiluted happiness. from his place below you he looks up at you, an eyebrow raising in question but how much he loved to hear you laugh, let it fill the place he occupied and consume it with your light, was evident in his soft expression and he didn’t want it to stop. he only wanted to share in your rapture and as the words left your lips, he felt himself burst with emotion that any words of elation could not hope to describe. 

“i’m pregnant,” you said with a blush on your cheeks and a lovely wide smile on your lips. the words and their meaning settle in his heart, kindling his flames and bringing forth pooling tears that made his rose colored eyes sparkle in the afternoon sunlight coming from the window. 

“you’re pregnant,” he repeats breathlessly, almost unable to form the words as his grip on you tightens. he can’t break his eyes from yours, not even when a few of his tears escape and make their way down his cheek, caught on your fingers and captured by your love.

many things were brewing in the back of his mind, from the list of what would need to be baby proofed in the manor to if he truly would be a good father, much like his own. but as he looks into your eyes, swearing he feels the little flame burning brightly inside of you, he makes a vow, burns it into his heart and soul, to do everything in his power to protect you both, love you both and give you all he is.

your hearts were in sync as they skipped multiple beats. tears of your own flowing down your cheeks and over the curve of the smile you could not force down even if you tried. your sweet laugh, the aftermath of emotions that bubbled out of you and only knowing to express themselves this way in your bliss, drawing more and more tears from your beloved as you answered him even knowing what he said wasn’t a question. 

“i am,” you say softly, your hand on his and on his cheek flexing against him.

diluc pulls you as close as possible, with all the gentleness he could muster, at the edge of his seat with his face buried under your chest near your belly, warm crystalline tears wetting your shirt as his hands bunch up the back of it in his grip that said he would never, ever, be letting you go. 

childe

damn him for having to go on a work trip. 

there was no one you wanted to share good news with more than ajax and, as always, you could hardly stand the wait until his return. it has been 3 weeks since he’s been gone and it would be a few more days still until he’d return when you learned of the reason for your sickness in the weeks since he left home, that you were pregnant with his baby.

you hadn’t stopped smiling since finding out, skillfully avoiding his family when you felt like it was written all over your radiating aura so that he could be the first person you told. aside from your morning sickness the days leading up to his arrival home, it had felt so unreal and looking down to see your not yet showing belly but knowing what growing in your womb made you burst into a smile that hurt your cheeks.

by the time the day actually came for his ship to be arriving back in snezhnaya you were beyond eager to get the words out, to see his cute face and finally let it feel so very real when you shared in this blissfulness together. your impatience showed in the way you quickly dressed and made your way to the docks, rocking back and forth on your feet while you waited to see the huge ship in the distance. it was cold but thankfully not snowing and your movements helped to keep you warm along with the scarf he had gifted you long before your marriage and the thick coat you wore.

when you finally saw the vessel carrying your beloved back to you, you swore you could cry. for days now you had dreamed of ajax and your baby, how deeply he would love them, how spoiled they would undoubtedly be, how he would likely ask for another not longer after you have this one and the thought of having more children with him made your chest burst with heat. your family would be so loved, just as you are, and you felt so lucky to be apart of such a deep bond.

“i’m sure you’ll be the best older sibling,” you whisper down to your stomach with a smile before hearing the welcomes of your husband's siblings and parents also coming to see him home. 

it would be easy to pass of your joy off as your husband returning and nothing else, so many times you had met them at the docks like today and it had helped to pass the time playing with tonia, teucer, and anthon but the closer the ship got, the more you could only focus on the distance it closed and the words you had been holding in for days that sat at the back of your throat like a truth that felt too good to be true.

oh but it was and the moment you saw him, his ginger hair standing out from the rest, at the edge of the ship looking over for you and his family, you couldn’t hold them back any longer.

“ajax!” you called loudly and so easily he heard your voice.

“baby!” he returns in kind.

you giggle at the sweet name you had missed hearing in his voice for these weeks before cupping your hands around your mouth, wanting to be sure he hears what you have to say because by the tsaritsa good graces you couldn’t stop them from coming out even if you wanted to. 

“i’m pregnant!” you say as loudly as you can, your cheeks aching from the smile that accompanies your words.

you hear his family’s celebrations in the background of your attention on your beloved but can’t make out what they’re saying when all you can focus on is him. the way you swear even from this distance you can see his eyes light up with stars, feel his joy and how greedy he is to get to you.

and archons you swore you hated him just a bit when he jumped from the ship before it even docked, landing skillfully on the sturdy planks and not wasting a moment before he breaks out in full speed towards you. you don’t even have a chance to scold him for being so careless, tease him for scaring his pregnant wife even when you knew he had done much worse than just jumping off of a slowly moving ship, before you catch a flash off his smile milliseconds before being scooped up in strong arms and lifted off the ground.

you aren’t sure how he did it, lifting you so high that your stomach was pressed right against his cheek but your feet were far from the ground and yet, you felt safe and steady in his arms. shamelessly he nuzzled his face into you middle softly, kissing over your thick jacket and bringing to life the butterflies in your core.

in a fit of giggles and ‘put me down’s, meddled with his confessions of happiness, the reality of your pregnancy, proof of your undying love for one another and the how were now going to get to share it with a little dew drops growing in your belly, falling even more in love with him as you do you have no doubt, it finally starts to feel so very real.

real enough that by the time he puts you down, setting you on the ground but not letting you go, not even when he knows you're planted down safely, you’re in a full blown sob. warm happy tears cooling against your cheek only moments after escaping your lashes, the frozen air nipping at your dripping nose.

you bury yourself in his giant coat, holding onto him as if your life depended on it, your face hiding in his chest, feeling his chuckle that vibrates there. your emotions and hormones were getting the better of you but with childe finally home, you couldn’t hold them back, didn’t want to.

“it’s okay girlie,” he whispers into your hair, smiling so pure against your scalp, holding you against him with one hand behind your head and the other at your back, keeping you pressed close. how was he to ever let you go now? “you two must have missed me a lot,” he teases, feeling himself nearly choking on his own happiness as he says the words.

“we did,” you admit, your words muffled but his coat and your tears, smiling at the truth of you two- you and your baby, and how it sounded coming from his voice.

xiao

in reality you probably should have known how worried xiao would be when you left a note on your shared bed stating you were running to bubu pharmacy and would be back in a bit without further explanation. in your defense, as usual in the early mornings, he had left to continue his duty of protecting liyue and writing down the full reason for your visit to the pharmacy would have been worse you think.

you didn’t want to worry him about you being pregnant just in case you weren’t, and telling him over a note was far from ideal for you either, even though after days of symptoms you were pretty sure you were. you just wanted doctor baizhus confirmation before telling your husband and almost as soon as you stepped into bubu pharmacy, changsheng had told you exactly what you thought. 

the way it made your heart stutter, your body filling with mirth, left you speechless near the entrance to the pharmacy and unable to do anything but stare down at your stomach. it was then you saw qiqis hand, pulling at the hem of your shirt to grab your attention, fresh violet grass in her hand extended out to you, something she often did since you fell in love with xiao.

you left in hurry, flower in your hand, each step you took the smile you wore continuing to pulling at your cheeks until you were radiating an ethereal glimmer and practically skipping on your way out the city until you were stopped in your tracks by the very man you were headed to find with concern swirling in his golden eyes, arms crossed over his chest, his lips in a deep frown. 

the surprise on your face worried him further, setting his eyebrows to knit and his body to draw closer to yours until you were within his reach but you could only smile at the love you knew was behind it; love that he had shared with only you in all of his immortal life but that he would now get to share another one of a kind love with another, someone so little and precious, half of you both and just like you, so very lucky to be cherished by the vigilant yaksha.

“what's wrong?” 

you reach for him, touching his taut brow and feeling it relax under the soft pads of your fingertips. “nothing’s wrong, i promise,” you assure him sweetly, taking a step closer, your chests now pressed together. you wrap your arms around his neck, feeling tiredness take over in his embrace, the smell of violet grass and almond filling your scenes. “take me home please?”

of course all you needed to do was call his name and he would take you wherever you wished. when his arms wrap around you, gentle and yet firm in his hold, you feel the atmosphere of the bustling city wash away in a smoke of black and green and the quietness of your home begging to blanket you in comfort. it makes your mind wander with thoughts of how comfortable and safe your little one would be here. fills you with day dreams of xiao helping them take their first steps, soothing them when they cry, loving them so deeply; a bond you know will last eternity and then some. 

“i do have something to tell you though,” you coo happily and lean against him more, not moving from where he had teleported in your house. 

his hands on you tighten, pulling you far enough away so that he can examine you but still keep you close enough to feel you. in his attentive gaze he does notice a flicker of difference in you, something he has never seen on you before and even though it felt.. strange, it’s warm, light, like an ease of debt at the sight of golden rays of the sun peaking through clouds among the highest mountains after it rains.

“i’m pregnant,” you confess with a blissful smile that he swears could bring him to tears when it came paired with those words. 

human emotion had always been a bit foreign to xiao and the emotion of love was certainly no exception but he had come to feel it for himself, accept it even when it worried him, even when he did not feel worthy of it. and you.. you had always loved him, saw the good in him, showed him gentleness and the meaning of family in a way he had not known before but that was familiar of so many years past, a family that was growing still and the realization fills him with elation beyond words.

a rare tender smile graces his lips but he still let slip his worry of the promise to always be beside you being broken, the promise he took as seriously as his job protecting liyue and would spend just as long fulfilling. “why did you go see doctor baizhu alone?”

“o-oh,” your cheeks burn with a bit of embarrassment, your bottom lip in a pout and your fingers fidgeting with the stem of the flower in your hand. you knew why he was asking. “it’s just - you were out and busy and i didn’t want to -”

“you can always call my name.”

“i know,” you hum sweetly, pulling yourself back into his embrace. your head resting on his shoulder, feeling his deep breaths.

he takes you into his arms, strong hands finding the back of your thighs and lifting them around his thin waist, taking the few steps to your bed where he places you down gently, following after you. you giggle as he does, sparkling in happiness and love when he hovers over you before leaning down to kiss you, claiming your lips gently but so very full of his emotions.

when he finally pulls away, a lovely flush to his cheeks, he moves to rest next to you, taking his normal spot at the edge of the bed and you easily follow so you can face him. you place the violet grass in the space of the pillow between you, his hand coming to hold it with yours and for a few quiet moments you bask in each other like this, the happiness you both feel painted over your love stricken faces, a side many have not seen from the adepti. the tiredness you felt before pulls at you in this comfortable position, the hand on top of yours growing warmer when xiaos thumb rubs back and forth over your knuckles, slow and soothing until you fall asleep, watching over you and the greatest gift he would receive, proof of how much you loved him, wanted him, needed him, as he always would.

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[amruwa]

imagine spending the holidays with ajax, who seems to be delighted to see that you're getting along well with his family. his brothers and sisters, as well as his parents, adore you as much as he does!

dinner had always been festive, especially the holidays. however, it seems to enlighten the mood twice as much, now that you're by his side. his mother scoops several portions of potlucks onto your plate, a big smile on her face when you ask for more as you gush on how delicious it was.

"auntie, your dishes taste amazing!" your marvel at the taste of their homecooked meals, while ajax gently cups your face and wipes the food that cling onto the corners of your lips with a napkin.

his mother chuckles, a heartwarming smile as she gazes at the two of you, "i'm glad you enjoyed it!"

tonia and teucer both quickly finish their food before making their way to your side, tugging at the hem of your clothing to play outside in the chilly season of snezhnaya.

"can we please go outside, y/nnnn?" the two whined, trying their best to look pitifully under your gaze so that you'd give in.

however, a pair of warm hands cover your sight.

"not until she's done eating!" he says, blowing raspberries at the two as they frown, slumping back to their seats while they patiently wait for you to finish.

you soon finish, standing up and offering to wash the dishes. however, his mother insists and ushers you to play outside with the two.

and, this is where you found yourself... scarily chased by a certain ginger with snowballs in hand, while you and his siblings try to run away.

"i'm going to catch you all!" he laughs, throwing snowballs your way before his siblings screamed and try to throw snowballs as well. you hid behind a tree, an attempt to escape his antics to catch a breather.

tonia trips, and before she could land onto the porcelain snow, ajax takes her into his arms.

"gotcha!" he grins, tickling the little girl.

"nooo!" tonia giggled, struggling against his hold. teucer threw snowballs at his big brother, before ajax lunges at him and tackles him in the snow.

screams and giggles filled the air, until the three realize you were nowhere to be found. as ajax turns his head to look for you, he was met with a snowball onto his face.

needless to say, you were chased by him until you pleaded to make snowmen instead. you, ajax, teucer, and tonia made snowmen replicas of their family members with you.

you surely enjoyed spending holidays with him, everywhere felt like home with ajax.

[kitkat13001]

KITTY MY BELOVED the holiday event is so cute!!!! could you do ²⁵⁾ badly-wrapped presents with ajax tartaglia childe? :3333 <3

ꨄ︎ 𝚋𝚊𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 | 𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚡 / ��𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚎

you’ve practically been shaking with excitement all morning. keeping a surprise under (quite literal) wraps was never your forte, and apparently neither was wrapping presents. it had taken you a ridiculous amount of time and thought to decide what you wanted to get ajax as a gift — it is your first christmas together after all — and even longer to get the damn thing wrapped, but alas, here it is. 

sure it looks a little janky — tape sticking out every which way, crinkled up wrapping paper, and a lopsided bow — but it was wrapped with love! and it’s the thought that counts, isn’t it?

you’re wrapped up in scarves and coats, sitting on a bench in liyue harbor where you’d agreed to meet, when there’s a familiar tap on your shoulder. 

you whip around with a grin, swatting at ajax playfully. “i was starting to think you ditched me,” you tease, his present tucked neatly into your side and out of sight.

he scoffs playfully, taking a seat beside you and slinging an arm around your shoulder. “like i’d ever.”

“so what’d you get me?” you ask with a cheeky smile, nudging his side insistently as you try to peer over where he’s got something under his other arm. 

“you first,” he replies coyly, nodding at the bundle beside you. 

you’re positively beaming when you present him with the gift, so delighted by his responding smile that you don’t even care there’s some mischief behind it. 

“it’s a little funky,” you admit, somewhat bashfully. “wrapping it was harder than i thought. the movies make it look so easy.”

“it’s perfect,” he assures you, taking it from you with careful hands and unwrapping it. his face glows when he unveils it, quick to sweep you up in a tight hug and smother you with obnoxious kisses. you push him away in vain, laughing.

eventually he settles and you clap your hands together, eager for the unveiling of your own gift.

ajax is smug when he presents it, and you gape in horror when he reveals a beautifully wrapped present. silky red wrapping paper, a thick gold ribbon wrapped all around and topped with the perfect bow. 

he laughs when you shove him in the chest. “i can’t believe you made me go first and give you that when you had this for me!” you exclaim.

“it was cute,” he insists. 

“where did you even learn how to do that?” you demand. he shrugs.

“tonia, anthon, and teucer make a huge deal out of christmas every year. i’m not going to half-ass their presents.”

you make cutting eyes at his teasing remark, but he just laughs, making a shooing motion at you. “go on, open it then.”

HI KISA!! i did this instead of my homework 😋 sorry if this reads a lil cheesy, i had to DIG in my notes for the last time i wrote childe. who cares, its christmas! hope its up to snuff but if not feel free to drop another req either way! happy holidays!! love, - 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚢 <3333

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﹥*:ꔫ:*+ﾟ thinking about tartaglia wrapping his arms around you possessively when teucer claims that hes gonna marry you when he grows up… tartaglia ajax mumbles “mine” while burying his head at the crook of you neck <3

[fairykazu]

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CHILDE: he's confused and lets you do whatever you want

"babe, can you move closer to me?" you asked your boyfriend as he thought you wanted to kiss. he leaned towards you only for you to wrap his head with a bow. his lips were not met with your soft ones but instead a soft fabric. he quirked a brow as you explained, "well, it's a trend on tiktok. i just thought you would look so cute with bows."

he pointed at his mouth covered in a pink, satin bow. "oh, you are just as cute with your mouth closed." he rolled his eyes as if to say "ok, name."

"give me your hands." he placed his hands into yours as you tied little ribbon around them. "see, don't you think you look cute?"

"mhm!!." (duh!!) you laughed softly as you took out your phone, a bright flash came on as childe squinted his eyes from the aftershock. "not too much, babe."

SCARAMOUCHE: he puts up a fight but lets you do it regardless.

scaramouche noticed you were slowly inching towards him with a ribbon roll in one hand and your phone in the other. he knew what this meant: a tiktok trend you desperately needed to be a part of. does he do it? yes but not without a fight first.

"honey, i have an idea!!" you exclaimed, trying to hide the items in your hands behind your back. he sighed, pinching his nose bridge, "name, is it tiktok related?"

dropping your phone and the roll of purple and pink ribbons behind a pillow, you sheepishly put your hand on your neck, "no??" despite your refusal of admitting it is a trend you saw on social media, scaramouche knew that from the hand on your neck was a tell of yours. a tell you always use and somehow think he hasn't caught on.

"the last few times you tried to pull this one on me was two weeks ago, last week, the day before yesterday and this late morning." scaramouche recounted as your trying-to-keep-it-cool face fell to the floor. laughing manically,

"ummm, can we not talk about that??" scaramouche smirked as he knew he cornered you where he wanted you.

"so is it?"

"yes...." you said in defeat, leaning onto him as you grab the rolls and your phone that were "hidden" with the throw pillows on the couch. you drawled out the 'o' in 'so', "so..."

"so?"

"can we do the trend now, mr. instigator."

"mr. instigator? i thought i was 'honey'?" scaramouche questioned as your eyes darted the other way.

"well, since you wanted to play games with you, im suspending you from being 'honey' for a week." after hearing that scaramouche became grouchy, he huffed as you unraveled a pale pink ribbon from its packaging, wrapping it around his mouth. "there, so you won't be growling at me anymore."

"mvry funmhm nahmeh." (very funny, name.)

"thank you, i know."

DAN HENG: he knows his significant other is a repost fanatic.

he noticed how you had been interacting with the coquette trend of putting bows to cope with something or just to be cute. he was wondering when you would do that to him. he wasn't sure what "coquette" was, but he had researched it and sort of had the gist of the trend. he had already bought ribbons, premade bows and pearls beforehand and snuck them into the cabinet of little doodads.

just before he was heading to his home office, he was yanked by the arm from you. "dan heng! i have an idea!" you weren't even trying to hide the fact that you finally found the ribbons he had already bought you as the ribbons' strings were falling out of your pockets. you probably were under the guise that you somehow already had needed decorations already.

"what is it?" he asked, allowing you to pull him into the shared mini library, onto the bay window. pulling out the random ribbons you managed to stuff into your pockets, "have you seen the coquette thing that's like trending on tiktok?"

"ive seen it circulating around, why?" dan heng replied as you opened your phone to tiktok. "well, i wanted to do this trend with you! some are questionable like this girl tied the bow on her boyfriend's jeanis. but i wont do that with you. is that okay with you, dan heng."

he wanted to ask what a jeanis is until he saw the video and instantly understood. "of course, that's okay with me." he smiled sweetly as you took that as an initiative to wrap the thinnest pink ribbon around his ring finger, not too tight but not too loose. you placed a small peck on his ring finger, leaving a small lipstick stain next to his knuckles, as he hoped he wasn't looking too flustered.

"name, may i?" confused but you nodded your head anyway. dan heng wouldn't really do anything to cross your boundaries. he took your dominant hand's ring finger, using the same thin ribbon of pink around your finger, making the most perfect bow you've ever seen. you're kind of jealous because now his bow is less "coquette-y" as the one he tied. "you're so cute, dan heng!!" you said, adding a silver of dramatics in your voice. he chuckled as the color of the ribbon matches his cheeks.

as the minutes spilled into hours, by the time you and dan heng is finished, you and him both were wrapped in bows as if you two were christmas gifts themselves. he guessed that santa came a little early just to give him you.

GEPARD: he gives you the signal to do it

seeing how your friends' boyfriends refused the participate in the coquette tiktok trend made you wonder how your lovely boyfriend would react. walking out of the kitchen to the shared bedroom, you leaned into the bed, "sweetheart, wake up." he only murmured some words you couldn't decipher as you sat into the bed, accidently sitting on his legs. "ah, sorry."

"mhmmm, dear, what's wrong?" he asked, a little groggily. rubbing his eyes with his hand, he sat upright. combing the stray hairs from his face, "i wanted to ask you if you wanted to do this trend with me on tiktok. it's basically putting bows on things."

"sounds simple, sure, let's do it." you smiled,

"whew, because i already got the ribbons." you two shared a knowing look to each other just before bursting into a fit of giggles.

general taglist: @ainnofinway

[illumnis]

i'll save you a seat. — he doesn't know you. but one day he will, and he's sure that the day he does, you'll be just as beautiful as he imagined. (he couldn't have been any more correct.)

pairing: var!genshin men x gn!reader

warnings: hehehe im giggling while writing this,,, heavily inspired by bruno majors "the most beautiful thing" !!!!

note: just a little something for my bday :) ALSOOO i lowkey hate the way i ended i BUT it's okay <;/3

his head in his palm- he wouldn't exactly call it daydreaming due to the positioning of the hour hand on the clock.

the luster of the moon against the wooden desk, how it dances like ripples in water when it comes in contact with his sheer curtains.

however, he'll indulge in the fact that he does, in fact, daydream. but who is he kidding? he's a grown man with duties, who is he to daydream? but he does- he does and he doesn't make any move to chase any of it away.

because to his astonishment- to his ardent denial; he deeply enjoys it.

he holds dearly, someone who he isn't even sure exists. he sees this imaginary person in his everyday life.

when he's walking down the streets, or a dense hallway, he thinks; what if i were to meet them here?

when he's eating a meal he had prepared himself, he thinks; how would it taste if it was made by the hands of utter perfection? if it were made by you, he means.

when he sits at a cafe on a particularly bland morning- a cafe which greatly seems to remind him of his lack of another half, where there are only tables for two- he thinks; i'll save them a seat. it's the least i could do for our potential first meeting.

he, who has no idea what you look like, and doesn't even bother to imagine it because he knows- he's sure that he knows that no matter what, when he sees you, you will be nothing short of beautiful.

he's right. he knows he's right because the moment you sheepishly ask him if the seat was taken (seeing that all the other seats in the cafe were occupied) he hates that he's right.

you- oh, you.

the radiance of the sun but the serenity of the moon. as smooth as the flow of water but as bold as a stream of blood. you...

you are here. in front of him.

for once he's thankful that he's saved you a seat, for his not so imaginary soulmate.

— men who are hopeless romantics but don't like to admit it (or do): thoma, wriothesely, venti, kazuha, kaveh, ajax, kaeya.

navi. mlist.

[aureliaporter]

sleepless nights

summary: a lack of a certain childe means you can't sleep. how do you deal with it?

a/n: i was in ross with my mum and i heard the song "how do you sleep" by sam smith and this idea literally just slapped me across the face lmao

cw: probably cursing, mentions of unaliving, a fly (🤬), a ginger (childe lmao), gn!reader, teasing!childe (kinda?? i think), clingy!childe, sleepy!childe

TICK. TICK. TICK.

you groaned, rolling over in bed to glare at the clock. the seconds hand, ever unaware of your plight, continued to tick, only adding to your anger.

tick.

tick.

tick.

tock.

the moment the minute hand joined the symphony, moving just a hair to the side to demonstrate the passing of another sixty seconds, you cursed, sitting up angrily and throwing the bedsheets off of you.

tick.

tick.

tick.

you left the room, nearly slamming the door behind you but managing to hang on to your temper just enough not to. you leaned against the door, holding your head. you'd been trying to fall asleep for the better part of three hours, but you'd had no luck.

tick.

tick.

tick.

you cursed again, pushing off the bedroom door to stalk off to the kitchen, grumbling about a certain ginger the whole way. of course he'd ruined you enough to the point you couldn't sleep without him. of course.

..

..

..

at the lack of the ticking sound, you practically laughed in - slightly deranged - delight, slumping against the kitchen island. a fruit bowl was set in the center, sunsettias and apples stacked together in a cylindrical pattern. the lights were still off, but the moon was particularly bright - or particularly annoying - tonight, managing to shine in even past your curtains. but to be fair, they weren't blackout curtains.

bzzt.

bz bzzt.

bzt.

you lifted your head, frustration practically pouring out of you as you saw the two flies buzzing around. that was what you got for opening the windows in the summer.

you kept your eyes on the flies, both landing on the edge of the island nearby. with your right hand, you reached for a rag to whack them with, fingers closing around it before you moved quickly, managing to strike down one of them.

now for the other one.

this one seemed more intent on making your life hell, moving before you could even step towards it. your curses flowed freely as you tried to catch it.

"stay still so i can- archons, let me kill you!" you shouted at the fly, too enraptured in your battle to notice a smirking ginger leaning against the refrigerator.

"oh? and i thought i was the one with murderous tendencies," he teased, taking two long strides towards you and snatching the rag from you. "sit back and let me show you how it's done, comrade."

"call me that again and you can sleep at zhongli's instead tonight."

he merely shot you a grin, then focusing on the fly. he went for it once, twice, thr- and then he was off the rails, whacking the rag against anything in an attempt to kill the fly. you folded your arms, watching him with an amused smile as he finally ran out of patience entirely and summoned his water blades - wades? blaters? - to slice it in half.

silence blanketed the two of you before- "don't think for a second i'm gonna clean up those fly guts," you said, backing away with an exaggerated gesture to the floor. "also, what happened to your trip? i thought you were gone for another week?"

he groaned but obeyed, crouching down with a paper towel to pluck up the fly remains. "well, a certain balladeer managed to solo half the mission after some bloke insulted the traveler - y'know, that blonde girl with the floaty thing? who stopped osial? so we all got to go home early. and i know my darling was missing me, so it all worked out perfectly."

you chuckled, shaking your head. "see, i would believe that, if i didn't get a message earlier today from the fatui - do you know them, by chance?" you teased, crossing the room to the stack of mail and plucking off the letter at the top as he paled.

"wait- (y/n), hang on-" he pleaded, trying to snatch the letter from you.

"to the partner of the eleventh fatui harbinger," you read aloud, smirking, "it is my deepest regret to inform you that we have been struck by misfortune and will be returning a week late. you will be pleased to note that childe is uninjured, and will merely be late. bidding you a pleasant evening."

ajax had an awkward look on his face the entire time, eyes slightly widened and lips parting as he tried to think of a response. "w-well-"

"unless you're not ajax, i'm pretty sure you committed treason to the tsaritsa by abandoning your post," you said, folding the letter again. "you're gonna need a pretty good reason why, y'know."

he groaned, moving towards you with barely a moment's hesitation and wrapping his arms around you, embracing you tightly. "i missed you, okay?" he admitted lowly, squeezing you into him. "i couldn't sleep without you there. pantalone noticed and told me to go back, since a distracted agent is as good as a dead one."

you sighed softly, wrapping your arms around his waist. "i get it, hun," you said, stifling a soft smile. he might have thought you were just comforting him, but you really did get it. you'd nearly broken the clock in your shared bedroom just from frustration at a lack of sleep. "shall we head to bed, then?"

he didn't respond immediately, nuzzling his nose into your neck as if he was trying to memorize your scent. "ajax?" you asked, squirming slightly at the feeling.

"yeah, let's go," he said, loosening his grip the slightest bit to tug you back to your bedroom. you climbed onto the bed, stifling a yawn as he changed from his uniform to a baggy pair of pajamas, practically throwing himself on top of you with a grunt.

"geroffme," you groaned, trying to push him off. he listened, rolling onto the spot beside you to wrap you in his arms, pressing his lips against the back of your neck.

"archons, i missed you," he murmured, kissing along your skin. "i could barely think of anything aside from you, lovely."

"in the modern world, they call that 'simping'," you said, taking one of his hands to play with his longer fingers, folding them and stretching them gently, entranced. "i was like that, too. thank the archons i had the past few days off work, or i might've broken something."

he chuckled, his breath tickling your skin. "yeah, thank the archons," he said, stifling a yawn against the back of your neck. "'s it okay if i fall asleep now?" he asked, voice soft and cute and making you just want to squish his cheeks.

"you don't have to ask permission to sleep."

"but i wanna.. stay up 'nd talk to you."

"then stay up and talk to me, hun."

"but 'm tired."

you giggled softly, feeling him shift behind you as he spooned you. "sleep now, and we talk tomorrow. deal?" you offered, interlacing your hands and laying them on the bed, eyes tracking over every scar and mark staining his pale skin. beautiful.

"mkay," he mumbled, nuzzling into you. "i love you," he said, words slurring together sleepily.

a dopey grin tugged your lips up. "and i love you, even if you are a ginger."

he didn't seem to hear the second part of your sentence, falling asleep within seconds against you. and, soon enough, you were falling asleep too.

did this whole thing on my phone so very much a chance the formatting looks wonky!! my apologies :(

please take some sleepy ajax fluff this boy has my heart (i say this after reading ajax angst for like two hours today 😭)

anyways!! have a great day/night!! send in what you wanna see and i'll do my best!! also gonna go on vaca soon so dont know if i'll he able to keep up with posting daily but i will make my best attempts 💚✨

[strxnged]

Sometimes, your favourite thing about the Eleventh Harbinger was his childlike attitude. His strange tendency for joy. His fascination with the world and zeal for battle. His juvenile front. On days like today, however, you hated him for it. You hated him for storming off after an argument, and you hated him for how you knew he’d never be the one to come back and apologize. It would be your job to be the bigger person, as always.

Or so you’d thought. Before you’d finished your own sulking, a knock came on your door. A tear-stained face clustered in windswept ginger hair exclaimed apology after apology to you. You thought you ought to recognize this man, but he was not the Childe you knew. This was the Childe who loved you. 

[saeyoungchoismaid]

[3:00 pm]

“Alright, babe! I hope you’re ready for movie night!”

You turn your head from your spot on the couch to look at Ajax as he bursts in through the door. You smile upon seeing him, it only growing when you see the bags in his hands.

“Got everything?” you ask as you stand up, turning the tv on as he sets the bags on the table in front of the couch.

He scoffs at the question. “Uh yeah. What do you think I am? Some kind of amateur?” he sasses. You set the remote down and put your hands up in defense.

“Alright, alright, Mr. Sassy-Pants. Show me what you got then,” you reply with a smirk.

You see, once every month, you and Childe make sure you have time spared in your busy schedules to have movie night. It’s not just any movie night though. You go all out.

“Hope you’re ready cause I went just a little overboard,” he warns. You raise your brow at him but make no comment, patiently waiting for him to pull things out.

“Okay. First up, the jammies.” Upon saying this, he whips out the new pjs he got you both. You snort once he unfolds them to show you.

He got you matching Hello Kitty pajamas. “They’re beautiful, Ajax,” you coo, pretending to wipe a tear from your eye.

“Fuck yeah they are!” he cheers, throwing your pair at you. You start to pull them on while he pulls out the next items. “Got all the junk food, of course.” At this, he pulls out all sorts of different bags and containers. All pink Starbursts, strawberry Trolli’s, Nerds, Blow Pops, smoothies Skittles, pink frosted cookies, pink sodas, the list goes on.

“Will we blow up the toilet? Probably. Is it worth it? Absolutely!” he shouts. He then pulls out a big blanket, unfolding it as he did the pajamas to show off the pattern. It’s cow patterned but instead of black and white, it’s pink and white.

“I’m starting to think I know what the movie is…” you say with a smirk.

He shakes his head as he throws the blanket at you. “Nuh-uh! There’s no way you would’ve guessed it already!” he denies, but he’s grinning from ear to ear. He is making it pretty obvious.

“Right,” you say sarcastically, placing your hand onto his hip.

“Next up!” he shouts before dipping both hands into a bag now. He then whips out face masks and nail polish. All pink, of course.

“How lovely,” you comment as you take them from him to look at the color of the nail polish and to see what’s in the face mask.

“And now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for! The dramatic reveal that is totally going to leave you shocked!” he declares, staring deep into your eyes with his hand in a bag. You start to smirk again as you stare right back at him, waiting for the oh so big reveal.

After several seconds of just staring at each other, building ‘suspense,’ he whips the rented DVD out. “Tada!” he screams as he drops the bag and holds the front of the movie towards you for you to read the title.

Barbie.

“Oh yeah. Totally didn’t see that coming,” you pretend to reassure, dropping back down onto the couch. He pouts at you as he starts to pull his own pajamas on.

“You could at least pretend to be surprised…” he grumbles.

You chuckle at that before clearing your throat, waiting for him to look at you before responding. You then give a dramatic gasp and slap a hand over your chest.

“Oh my fucking god. Barbie? Are you serious? I never would’ve guessed that in a million years! Ajax! This is-“ He cuts you off with a yell as he playfully tackles you. You two wrestle for a moment before he pins you down onto the couch.

“Oh shut up!” he whines. He then gives up, laying down on top of you and hiding his face into your neck. You let out an ‘oof’ at the added weight before starting to giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck and carding your hands through his hair.

“I really am excited though, baby. Thank you for doing all of this. You did a good job,” you say softly, kissing the top of his head.

He preens under the praise, raising his head to look down at you. “Well, of course I did a good job. It’s me we are talking about, after all.” You roll your eyes at his ego but let it go in favor of kissing him.

After sharing a sweet kiss, he pulls away to stand up to put the movie in. “Enough mackin! We gotta get this bad boy goin!” he declares which causes you to giggle.

[angelbvnny]

Hello hello hello hihihi i read your "nap time" fic thing and i really luked it and i saw your requests were open so so can i request childe with a black cat personality type reader? Like they give off an intimidating vibe and dosent talk much but when theyre with him they get ao affectionate and clingy coz they feel safe with him<3 (but still gets flustered easily) reader still dosent talk much but shows that they love him through physical touch and gift giving :D

(Sorry if this was long TT)

Childe x Black Cat Reader

EEEE this is so cute thank you for the request! This is also my first request so i hope you enjoy <3

Sfw, gn!reader, fluff

You're a rather intimidating person. It's not like you do it on purpose, but your natural resting face is off putting, and you aren't one to initiate conversation. So you can imagine everyones surprise when they see someone as sociable and outgoing as Childe hanging out with you. Let alone have his arm draped around your waist!

Although the two of you couldn't be more different, Tartaglia loves you more than air itself. And he gets weak at the knees knowing you feel the same about him. He finds it so endearing how you cling onto him any time he's over, and how flustered you get when he reciprocates :) he also finds it very cute when you buy him little gifts you think he'd like. His once rather barren room now filled with little reminders of you.

But his favorite thing that you do is when you visit him at work! Of course only on days when he's working on paperwork in his office, he would never want put you in to any kind of danger. But despite what most might think, these are the hardest days for Tartaglia. Being stuck crammed in a room with nothing more than to read documents and sign papers, it drives him up the wall! He becomes more irritable by the minute, feeling like he will snap at any moment.

That is until you arrive :) and he feels all the tension and stress in his body dissipate as soon as he sees you. As you close the door he pushes his chair back, opening his arms to you. You don't waste a second hopping in his lap, holding him. On these days you're always sure to bring him a meal with plenty of nutrition to keep him fueled for the rest of the day. As the two of you share the meal, he tells you all about his day so far as you intently listen <3

I had so much fun writing this! It helped me get out of my writing block ^^

[doliest]

11:25 AM

genre fluff, pairing host!childe | tartaglia x reader

notes fem reader (use of the terms ‘princess’ and ‘my lady’). wrote this because i am currently rewatching ouran. childe as tamaki thoughts hmm... also happy birthday to MY man i love you childe 🩷💙

“my princess! i’ve been waiting for you,” childe exclaims, pulling out a chair from the two-person table. “please have a seat.” you give him a small smile, a show of gratitude as you take your seat. he takes the seat right in front of you.

you feel one of his hands being placed over your hand that’s on the table. with his free hand, he pulls out a rose from who knows where and offers it to you. “for you, my lady.” you gladly accept the rose, muttering a small “thank you”.

he excuses himself as gets up from the table, quickly returning with a plate of your favorite dessert. “would you like some? i’ll even feed it to you, if you’d like.” he offers. it’s hard to resist when tartaglia talks to you with such charm, and so you nod. he cuts off a piece of the dessert and brings it to your mouth, which you open, allowing you to take a bite.

childe leans slightly closer, his other arm extending towards your face. his thumb wipes something from the side of your lip, and he retracts his arm to wipe the mess off his thumb. “my apologies for the sudden contact, princess. you had a little something on your face.”

© 2023 doliest

[digiflora]

𝐈 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐇 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐘!

( header art by happy2ning on twt !! )

୨♡୧ pairing :: roadman!childe x reader (not rlly roadman but #lol)

୨♡୧ contains :: no content warnings. roadman childe ofc lmao. i was cackling while writing this don't take it too seriously

୨♡୧ gia's notes :: oh i just know this is gonna flop. anyways first post yayy. sorry that it ended weird i didn't really know how to finish it but if this gets like 10 notes i'll write another part 🙏

so yeah ROADMAN CHILDE 😭 nothing can convince me otherwise

so ur just minding ur business at the park waiting for your friend right

and then you hear this unfamiliar voice

wagwan piffting wots your bbm pin

"ayo wys b"

you look up from scrolling on your phone to see the most beautiful person you've ever seen in your life

he's tall, wearing a puffer with grey trackies, and you have to physically stop yourself from letting your eyes wander downward, instead meeting the gaze of his clear blue eyes as he glances over your figure without shame

he's got an easy smile on his face, just bordering on a smirk and you feel yourself become self-conscious underneath his gaze

"what's your snap babe"

if it were any other guy, you wouldn't even hesitate to get up from the bench where you were sat and just leave without another word, but there's something about the way he was looking at you that made you take his phone as he hands it to you and add yourself

he looks down at the screen when you hand it back to him and a small smile graces his lips before he walks off again, leaving you feeling slightly flustered until your friend arrives, and you look down at your phone to see that tartaglia2trappy had added you by search

it was almost funny telling your friend about the encounter, but in all honesty you had mostly forgotten about him until later that evening when you were in bed, seeing a notification pop up at the top of your screen

you clicked on it before really processing it, and a simple snap popped up on screen of the guy you met earlier today

it was nothing special, just a picture of him in his bed, with the lower half of his face and the start of his shoulders that had you blushing a little

you bit your lip, hesitating before replying with a picture of yourself from the same angle, your skin barely visible thanks to the darker lighting in your room

you turned off your phone, not expecting a reply any time soon, but to your surprise your phone screen lit up again before you even placed it back down on your bedside table

and the rest was history

you had been snapping each other for the last few days a lot more than you would care to admit to your friend, each conversation leaving you pleasantly surprised as childe (as he had explained to you was his real name) and you talked well into the night, ranging from voice messages to facetime calls that played out for too long

his voice was almost soothing at this point

you were lying in bed, phone propped up next to your pillow as you watched childe on your facetime call

he was out on a walk, his pale face standing out starkly against his dark surroundings, and you found yourself almost being lulled to sleep as he rambled on about something

"so when can i see you?"

your eyes snap open at his question, a tired "hmm?" coming from your parted lips which childe snickered at

"like a date, innit"

you couldn't help the smile that spread across your lips as you nodded, watching him peer down at his phone screen, at you, and flash you a genuine smile of his own at your reaction

"so when you free, babe?"

you eyed the time, seeing how it wasn't too late, and decide to be impulsive

"i mean, since you're out now... want to meet up?"

childe smiled wider at this before rearranging his face into a calmer expression, kissing his teeth before nodding

"yeah. tell me where"

you were ready in record time, yelling out a goodbye to your parents as you left the house to meet up with him

the entire time that you walked, you could feel how nervous you were, each step making the giddy pit in your stomach grow in intensity as you finally caught sight of him, leaning comfortably against a wall and looking down at his phone

your footsteps caught his attention and he perked up at the sound, immediately straightening when he realised it was you, and you were reminded of just how tall he was compared to you

"hi"

you sounded breathless when you said it, shuffling your weight from foot to foot

"hi yourself"

you could see childe's breath curl out against the cool air, and his bright eyes appraised you once again, making you tug your coat tighter around you and second guess your choice in clothing. maybe you should have worn some makeup?

"let's go, yeah?"

and just like that, all your anxiety dissipated and you fell into an easy step with him, talking just like you had on the phone all those previous nights

୨♡୧ genshin impact masterlist

[marbl3z]

Let's rewrite the stars.

Ajax / Childe / Tartaglia x gn!reader

Angst / Comfort , Soft!Ajax , cuddling , college!modern au , positive affirmations , a bit romantic , mental health themes.

You've been missing from campus for a few days, to be fair it was fall break, but you had told all of your friends you were staying in town/on campus. Ajax was the most worried of all, so he came to check on you.

Knock, Knock, Knock.

Three soft knocks on your dorm's door, you tiredly turned your head to the door, dreading to get up. tears pricked your eyes, you didnt want to socialize, you could ignore it. Your morals fought against your depressive state, you got up. hugging your sweater close to your body, crossing your arms. you stepped up slightly seeing a familiar ginger in front of your door. you unlocked the metal door, swinging it open slightly.

"hey.." your voice was tired and quiet, it caught his attention immediately. "what's up..?" you meet his blue eyes, he gives you a concerned expression.

"uh.. you weren't answering your phone, and.. uh." he rubs the back of his neck, fidgeting with the ends of his hair. "i - er. we were all worried, are you alright..?" he whispers, looking down at you.

"mm." you don't look at him, turning your head back inside your dormitory. you sigh, opening the door more. "you can come in.." you mumble, he steps inside your space, slipping his shoes off.

he doesn't say anything, fidgeting with the charm on his bracelet, you made for everyone in the group, his had a whale on it. it was a bit warmer in your dorm compared to the hallways, autumn had taken over the town and trees were losing their green colors and leaves were scattered across the grass and pavement.

"I'm sorry for intruding," he murmurs as you closed the door, you looked so small compared to him, he stopped the urge to pat your head like he normally would.

"you're fine," you mumble back, giving him a soft smile. you wobble back to the couch, he follows you. you move over allowing him to sit next to you, your throat flexes as your brain starts doing what it does best; Overthink.

"so, what's been going on..?" he whispers, turning to you. his expression was soft, but full of worry. you shrug, shaking your head.

"Nothing, i just get seasonal depression, like everyone else- y'know..?" you mumble out a white lie, there was things bothering you, many things, so many things. it was building up in your mind, you sniffed.

"hm.." he hums, pulling out his phone. there was a text from the other members of the friend group, asking him questions if you were okay and such. "everyone's worried.." he whispers so quietly you almost miss it.

"i'm sorry for worrying everyone." you don't meet his gaze. He tenses, the way you said that made him even more worried.

"Hey.. um. You know you're not alone, I know it might— feel like it, emotionally, you might feel like no one understands how you're feeling, but physically, we're here— I'm.. here." He ghosts a hand to your shoulder, not wanting to overstep any boundaries, he's unsure if it's okay to touch you. Normally you're super physical, hugging everyone... Now, it's just. Cold.

"thanks... 'Jax." You turn to him, your eyes held so much emotion, so much sadness, anger, frustration. It pained him to see you in such a state.

"Are you okay with touch?" He whispers, his voice wobbly. You nod, trying to stop yourself from crying in front of him.

He wrapped his arms around you, bringing your head to his chest. He doesn't hug you tight, if you have any form of discomfort he'll immediately back off. You can feel his heartbeat against his chest. You nuzzle further into him, he smells like rain, autumn, and hints his cologne you bought him for his birthday.

"i got you," he murmurs against your head, rubbing your back with his large hand.

"..'m sorry," you wobble out, he hushes you.

"sshh, none of that," he hugs you closer, whispering ever-so gently. "i dont pretend to know what's been struggling you recently, but it's nothing to apologize for." you felt the tears stream down your cheeks.

"..i made everyone worry about me, n.. 'm sorry," you mumble, hiccupping on your sobs. he rocks you side to side, you wrap your arms around him as if he'll disappear.

"Let it out, i'm here, i won't go anywhere." you bury your face in his chest, engulfing yourself in the warmth of his heart. your sobs echo throughout the empty dorm.

Everything that has been bothering you, you babble apologies, clutching him so close to you, his arms never once let you go. moments pass, your eyes are red, sore, and puffy. your sobs quiet down, only your sniffles and combined breathing with Ajax can be heard.

his eyes are closed, his eyebrows are creased. you wrap your arms around his waist, turning your head slightly, ear pressed against his chest. thump. thump. thump. his heart brings you back to reality, keeping you grounded. he takes a deep breath, you lean against him and he lays back on the couch.

"i told you i wasn't going anywhere," he mumbles, a smile in his words. it makes you nuzzle closer to his chest.

"...Thank you," you whisper. "for coming to check on me, staying throughout that... shitshow, i guess." you mumble, he runs his hands through your hair, looking at you.

"don't thank me," he laughs, you get comfier on top of him, one arm holding his back, the other placed over top of his chest, palm down. "i didn't.. do much of anything."

"staying here is enough," you whisper.

"I'm proud of you for being so strong..." he mumbles out of no where, your eyes widen as his words. You sit up slightly, he looks at you with a sad but serious expression.

"..what?" Your voice is barely above a whisper.

"..." He caresses your cheek, trying not to show his own sadness and worry for you. "I'm proud of you."

Those words. Those four words, broke you. Your eyes flooded with tears and he immediately started panicking not knowing if he accidentally said the wrong thing or he offended you—

"s-sorry! I didn't mean to make you cry again—" he starts to apologize as you wiped the tears away, more kept coming. Your heart hammered against your chest as he sat up with you. "Was it bad..? I'm sorry," he clumsily apologized.

"no no no-" you hiccup through your sobs. "It wasn't bad.." you sniff as you opened your eyes again, your teary eyes made his heart break further. "I haven't been told that in a long time." You whisper.

His eyes widen, he wraps his arms around your figure, holding you so so close. "I'll tell you every day if you want me too... hell, I'll write it on sticky notes and put it on everything everytime I come over." He places his hand on the back of your head, hugging you closer.

"you don't—" the tears never seem to cease, you sniff. "You don't have to do that..."

"I don't have to, but I want to.. and you deserve to be told that someone is proud of you, someone is there for you, you're strong, you're amazing—" he starts rambling and you hold back a laugh as you look at his face.

"no more," you place your hand over his mouth, a soft laugh emitting from your throat. He tries to continue speaking even through your hand. You shake your head saying "shhh"

He stops speaking and only looks at you, he scrunches his nose as he tries to speak through your palm again. You snicker slightly, before your smile fades a bit. Your expression turns more sad and mournful as the seconds pass.

He moves your head gently, frowning. "Hey..." he whispers. "What's going on in that head of yours?" He leans forward, watching your body language completely change.

"...I don't know." You murmur. "I have one happy moment and then the next is just flooded with guilt and sadness or anger..."

He nods slowly, listening to you speak. Your voice was low and hoarse from crying, it wobbled with every other syllable. He stayed by your side throughout all your tears and all of your cries, reassuring you and showing you things to cheer you up.

You fell asleep in his arms after watching a funny compilation on his phone, your head against his chest, his arm around your back... He wasn't going to ever leave your side.

--

..yeah.. I started this in October. As a way to distract myself, from stuff happening irl... it was a way for me to vent without venting, and comfort myself without having anyone to comfort me. I haven't been active recently, and I'm not.. sure if I will be ever active as much as I was before. I'm not quitting or disappearing forever!! Don't worry, I'm just having a lot of issues Ig.

Anyway, update over.

[elysian-edu]

rich husbands who make their whole life about taking care of you.

oh, that necklace you glanced at while at the mall? now you're there trying several other ones on because "they all look perfect on you."

the dress you looked at through that shop window? bought. plus anything else you even remotely wanted.

that snack you crave almost all the time? he almost buys the whole business for you just to have them as often as you'd like. (in moderation of course!)

rich husbands who don't understand why you want to work, and every time you tell them why they simply say:

"i can provide more than enough for the both of us, but go ahead."

rich husbands the second they see you all stressed and tired from that job, call in and quit for you.

and when you try to get up the next morning to go to said job, he ushers you back to bed, lays you down and tells you to "not worry about that pesky job again."

rich husbands who like to make it known to everyone that you're married to him.

buys you the biggest rock you've ever seen adorned on your finger to propose to you, and makes it his routine to see if you have his ring on. (which you always do.)

indirectly flaunts it to passersby's by holding your hand, occasionally picking your hand up to inspect it, and trying not to crack a smile as he hears women gasp, and whisper, "she's one lucky woman."

rich husbands who tell everyone they know about you, whether that be coworkers, family, or random people, he'll always somehow flip the conversation to being about you.

"oh that? my wife is quite fond of it, yes."

"that reminds me of my wife, she quite likes those things. often calling them "cute.""

rich husbands <33

[rockingbytheseaside]

✦ You surprise them with terms of endearment in their language

(Or, pretending that Teyvat uses certain languages based on the regions.) 

Pierro, Capitano, Dottore, Scaramouche, Pantalone, Childe 

✧ You don’t remember what prompted you to emit this word specifically, however, its occurrence was as natural as the auroras in the Snezhayan sky. During a typical day, when you were casually conversing with Pierro, you just replied with:

“Of course, just be careful, mel.” (honey)

It was out before you could register it, and you hoped he didn’t catch on. But it's known that nothing passes by the Jester unnoticed. Pierro’s gaze was uncharacteristically stunned, yet it softened the moment he turned to you. 

“It’s been… centuries since you called me that.” 

You averted your gaze away in shame, muttering a small apology. But the Director stepped closer to you, his gloved fingers brushing underneath your chin to look you tenderly in the eyes. 

“No, no. I do not seek an apology. You often called me melimelum (honey apple) during our days of guilelessness. Go on. Utter these words for me once more. I must know whether you remember them as much as I do.” 

Meeting his gaze, you stammered upon your words but managed to convey “mi mel” (my honey) for him again despite your coy disposition. The Jester smiled as if an eon-long frost had been melted off his heart. Thus, he leaned closer to relish your lips in his, whispering.  

“That’s more like it, corculum (sweetheart). These words are always sweeter when uttered by your lips.” 

✧ It is no one's surprise that you and Capitano participate in convivial challenges. Who else would match the harbinger’s fierce ambition for competition if it weren't for you, his partner? From duels, training, and games, to even… endearing nicknames. Yes, just loudly calling each other cute nicknames until the other gives up, in the privacy of your own home. 

“You may be the strongest man in Tevyat, Capitano, but!” - you loudly proclaimed “I can still defeat you in a battle of wits.” 

“Your words bring forth a challenge that I seek, my beloved. If you dare to challenge me, know that I will not back down.” 

“Hmph!” - you crossed your arms, a triumphant smile already gracing your features. “My dear, sweet Captain. Don’t be so sure of yourself. It’s clear that I love you more.” 

“Absurd,” - Capitano clenched his fists, his resolve is unshaken. “My love for you brings mountains to dust and the seas to dry. It is clear that I love you more.” 

“Tsk, tsk. I can still express my love in a far wider range, geliebter (loved one).” - There it was. Your special attack as you spoke confidently back. “ You better not underestimate me.” 

The Captain froze, his stance now rigid. Even through his pitch-black helmet, you could see you seized him off-guard. A word he has not heard in centuries, even more so, you put in the effort to pronounce it correctly. The Harbinger stepped closer, his sharp fingers gently cupping your cheeks.

“My dear, cherished, loved engelchen (little angel). Where did you learn that from? Such sweet words will not be tolerated. I shall memorize the entire dictionary to out-win you in this battle of precious monikers.” 

“Oh yeah? We’ll see, herzblatt (sweetheart), because I did my research! So I win!” - you mumbled proudly, even when Capitano kept squishing your face by squeezing your cheeks lovingly. 

Your little ‘warfare’ was left at that, and you didn’t think much of it afterward. A successful conquest; or so you credulously thought. Little did you expect, that in a couple of days, Capitano would burst into the room, a thick book in his hand labeled ‘Dictionary & Encyclopedia of Teyvat's Ancient Languages’.

“My dear, you won’t believe this! I have found a compelling addition to what I must call you, notlazohtlé." (my precious thing)

“U-um, Capitano. You didn't actually spend days trying to memorize a whole… dictionary, did you?”

“Nonsense. A warrior never backs down from a challenge. Especially one bestowed upon him by his yōltzin.” (lover)

✧ When Il Dottore heard you speak, he had to ensure the grip on his book was firm. He swore he almost dropped it but made sure to conceal it, as his back was facing you while he stood in front of bookshelves. 

“What did you just say?”

“Habibi” - you retorted simply. “Or, do you prefer azizam?” (my dear)

There was a prolonged silence coming from the Doctor. The sound of this native tongue brought a conflicting range of abrupt disgust and wistful familiarity. Yet Dottore clenched his jaw; there wasn’t an ounce of humor in his voice, and he would much rather go on pretending he hadn’t heard you say those words. 

"What are those harebrained names you are calling me? Has your time in Sumeru made you so asinine?"

You were not surprised he reacted this way. Nonetheless, It was futile to hide your solemn disappointment, so you sighed - "Never mind..." 

The book he had been flicking through was gradually set aside. Although you couldn’t read his expression, he remained eerily still. 

"Say it again." 

"Hm?" 

"I said,” - Il Dottore suddenly turned, stepping closer to firmly set his hands on the table, looming over you. “Say it again." 

Oh no, you thought. “I said habibi. Like people in the Sumeru desert region often say… But I thought you’d loathe it so maybe aziz-” 

Your words were cut off, as the Harbinger cupped your jawline and made sure to silence your doubts with his own lips. The sudden kiss was as sweet and warm as honey, and as ardent and fiery as the blazing deserts of Sumeru. 

“I was not being serious.” - He explained after leaning away, even if his scoff came out stilted. He didn’t mean to be rude, instead, he was impressed you went your way to learn these expressions. His hold on your jaw abates in an instance “Call me whatever you want.

You blink - “Well, you studied like… twenty languages since you were a student. So I wanted to gauge your reaction. What about ‘my heart’? was it kalbi, or…?” 

“...Ya balsam qalbi (O balm of my heart), you just called me a dog.”

The Doctor couldn’t help but laugh at your antic. Your sweet attempts at endearment were beyond him, especially when you fumbled on pronunciation. Thus, he settled with teasing you, locking his lips back with yours. You could feel his love wash over you like the gentle breeze blowing across the sand; carrying away any lingering worries and leaving you with the joy of being with him.

✧ Scaramouche abhors seeing couples being all mushy and sweet in public. Lovers giggling when embracing under the shade? Ugh. Calling each other cute nicknames as they walk? Disgusting. Stealing discreet kisses while no one is looking? Nauseating! 

His reaction is nothing new for you, as he frequently crossed his arms in annoyance. Particularly after a nearby married couple passed by the two of you, one of them saying “Anata, don't forget to buy some sugar and flour on our way home.” - Just people going on with their lives. What you didn't expect was how the Puppeteer would latch to your arm and accuse you:

“Why are you not calling me that!?” 

You blinked in bewilderment - “...what?” 

Scaramouche huffed, his expression sour - “You know what! Dropping the semi-formalities and using Anata (dear). Don't make me repeat myself.” 

“But that's how married couples refer to each other.”

“So?” 

Silence. The two of you awkwardly stood still, frozen. And then it clicked. “I can’t believe my ears… The 6th of The Fatui Harbinger,” 

“Wait, I take it back –” 

“Is asking me,” 

“Don’t. Don’t you da–” 

“To use anata, like a precious spouse would do to their loved one! Aaa!” - you gushed and beamed, your tone countering Scaramouche’s flustered groans, while he tugged at his hat to conceal his furrowed eyebrows. “Should I welcome you home with a cute pink apron, telling you that dinner and a bath are ready, too? Or maybe, offer you something else… ” 

“You’re insufferable. I regret even bringing this up now.” 

“Fine, Fine. I'll stop." - you sighed after a hearty chuckle. “Sometimes, rigid formalities can appear as an insult too, you know. After all, what sort of sweetheart would I be if I didn’t consider your troubles."

You mused innocently at the mental image of using terms of endearment like a married couple. However, your imagination was interrupted as the Harbinger took it upon himself to grab your waist, pulling you flush against him.

"Did I tell you to stop? If we're going to pretend to be a cute, married couple - then do so properly. Besides, what was that part about offering something else when greeting me back home?” 

✧ When you prepare little surprises for your beloved Pantalone, you often come up to him with contagious excitement, eager to show what nick-nacks and artifacts you brought along. This time, you recently returned from an expedition in Liyue, and as always your affluent partner greeted you with honeyed enthusiasm, embracing you tightly as you spoke of your adventures.

“Pantalone, Pantalone!” - You exclaimed gleefully “I learned something new while I was staying in Liyue Harbour!” 

“Oh? And do tell, sweetheart, what is it that caught your curiosity this time?” - Pantalone spoke elegantly, helping you undress from your adventuring garbs. 

“I was familiarizing myself with certain literary texts and it led me down a rabbit hole of traditional phrases common in Liyue… And I figured out how to call you precious! Bǎobǎo!” (baby) 

Pantalone’s eyes shot wide open with renowned zeal. He grinned and clasped his hands, “Oh, my treasure! How adorable of you! And did you go all the way out just to learn this for me? Let me hear you say it again.”

“Bǎobǎo! It suits you! Or maybe you prefer xīn'gān?” (heart and soul)

Pantalone was ecstatic, his smile further widening - “My, my, you certainly worked on your pronunciation. Your stay in Liyue paid off then, because dear, you are making me swoon with your adorable surprises. Pray tell, what other phrases did you learn?” 

“Well, I was told that lǎogōng (hubby) is good.”

“Mhm, yes, yes.” - Pantalone nodded.

“Also huài bāo,” (naughty)

“O-oh?”

“And wǒ yào nǐ,” (I want you)

“O-.... oh,”

“And also shǐjìn yīdiǎn (go harder), but I was told this one is a little bit intense.”

The Regrator became motionless. You gazed at him with such pure naïveté, so oblivious that your charming perception didn't grasp the weight of these foreign words. He placed his hands on your shoulders firmly and inquired seriously:  

“My sweetheart. Who, exactly, taught you all this?”

“Well, so. There was this lady who had a small perfumery shop by Chihu Rock. I think her name was Ying'er.” - you pondered but smiled “She was a nice lady, she taught me all these phrases, and said they would work like a charm!”

Pantalone had to exert all his mental strength to avoid fainting or exploding. He is unsure of what exactly, but one more word from you and he'd drop to his knees with a ring for you. Rather than translating your earlier words, the Harbinger lets out a shaky sigh and focuses on controlling his hitched breathing.

“Oh, Shǎguā (silly). If you were unsure of the words' meanings, you could have just asked me and I would have demonstrated. Personally.”

✧ It was another day at Tartaglia’s family home in Snezhnaya. You visit him often and his family has long since welcomed you as part of their household. Especially the siblings, as Teucer and Tonia always welcome you with tight embraces whenever you arrive. 

When you found your beloved Childe in the kitchen, he innately greeted you with a kiss on the cheek, asking: “You’re right on time, sweetpea. We’re planning on making homemade meat dumplings. Maybe some borscht as a side dish too. Is that okay with you?” 

To which you simply nodded, already moving to help - “Of course, milyy (sweet). Do you need me to start with the bullion?” 

The Harbinger stopped. He never heard you use native terms, but when he registered your words, his head quickly snapped toward you in astonishment.

“Do my ears deceive me?! Did you just call me…!” 

Aha, so you got him. You tried to hide your giddiness, a faint grin threatening to appear - “Well, I just tried to use something new. You love nicknames, right? So perhaps…” 

“Say it again!” - The man practically leaped at you, his eyes now glowing with elation as he hyped you up to reveal your cards. 

“Okay, okay big guy, just take it easy. I just said milyy (sweet). Maybe you’d like it if I said… lyubimyy (darling)?”

Tartaglia gasps as your sweet words hit his ears, but then a wide grin spreads across his face. “Oh, is this a challenge? If so, fight me! I will shower you with more love for each sweet word coming out of your mouth. But I warn you, you'll have to use them a lot more often from now on.” 

He kisses your cheeks again, this time with even more passion and fervor while he cupped your cheeks. His lips felt like waves crashing against the shore, and each one left an invisible imprint of love and adoration on your soul. As you chuckle at his affectionate antics, small hushed voices interrupt you two. 

Teucer and his sister Tonia were peeking behind the kitchen door, giggling as they eavesdropped on you two. However, when Tartaglia caught their gazes, the rascals scurried away giggling.

“Hey! Quite sneaking in! Did your parents not teach you to give adults some privacy?” 

Latin: melimelum (honey-apple), mel (honey), corculum (sweetheart) German: geliebter (Loved one), herzblatt (sweetheart), engelchen (little angel) Nahuatl (Aztec): notlazohtlé (my darling/precious thing), yōltzin (lover) Persian: azizam (my dear) Arabic: habibi (my dear), Ya balsam qalbi (O balm of my heart), qalbi (my heart), kalbi (my dog, lmao)  Japanese: Anata (informal you, dear for couples)  Mandarin: Bǎobǎo (baby), lǎogōng (hubby), huài bāo (naughty), wǒ yào nǐ,” (I want you), shǐjìn yīdiǎn (go harder), Shǎguā (silly melon) Russian: milyy (sweet), lyubimyy (darling)

*While I speak Arabic, and Russian and know a little bit of Japanese; If you have some additional info on the linguistic part, or speculation or spot some inaccuracies - please, please, please 🙏 kindly share them with me! I am open to fixing any mistakes. Or if you just have headcanons and love projecting certain languages onto these characters like I do - share them with me! 

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