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Their Love Language [Heartslabyul | Savanaclaw]

Content: Headcanons, Love Language, Fluff

Pronouns: None

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Riddle: Words of Affirmation and Physical Touch

Post Blot, Riddle will need those words of encouragement

Yes, he will still be strict with the rules, but he’s trying his best to not go overboard.

When you give him encouraging words, he turns around and give it to the students in his dorm.

He’s not as harsh as he was before, he helps remind students of the rules

Even going as far as making study guides to help them.

As for physical touch,

his mother wasn’t the nicest, so he’s craving physical affection

but he also shies away from it.

He’s a little more forward behind closed doors

but outside of that you’ll probably get him standing close to you

maybe if you’re lucky he’ll hold your pinky

Ace: Physical Touch

Unlike Riddle, Ace does not care when or where.

Some part of him is touching you.

Arm over your shoulder, hand wrapped tightly in yours

He. Needs. To. Touch. You.

Respectfully, of course.

His favorite place is probably the nap of his neck.

When you’re sitting next to him at an Unbirthday Party with your arm draped across the back of his chair, if you reach up to scratch the back of his head.

He’ll turn into jello.

Deuce: Quality Time

Deuce honestly just wants to vibe.

Maybe go out on his blastcycle with you

Or even just racing on your brooms.

As long as he’s with you, he’s good.

Just… if he says anything with certainty

and you know it's wrong

Just leave him be, okay?

He’s still not over the chicken egg thing…

Cater: Quality Time

You better be ready to be on his Magicam page.

First and last post of the day, always on his stories.

Most definitely his home and lock screen.

He loves taking you out on dates, so be ready to go at all times.

You also have to be ready to have sneaky pictures taken of you

But honestly,

Cater’s favorite pictures of you are the ones where you're most caught of guard

or when you’re really focused on something.

#rosesarered #violetsareblue #youhavemyheart #ihaveyourstoo

Trey: Receiving Gifts

Trey, the reliable elder sibling of the Heartstabyul group.

Always getting everyone out of trouble.

He deserves something nice.

Handmade gifts are the way to his heart.

Large or small, it doesn’t matter, if it’s made by you.

He does favor things that he can keep on his person, though.

Like the star keychain that you got for his phone case.

Leona: Quality Time

When he asks if you wanna take a nap

He is not asking, you're taking a nap with him.

However, if you want to be a goodie, goodie and not miss class, he’ll understand.

But you better bet that the moment you have a free moment, he will be on top of you and zonked.

Ruggie: Acts of Service and Quality Time

Ruggie is always ripping and running for Leona,

so to have someone who will do something for him,

with no strings attached?

Oh he’s in big love.

But…

He does like going and doing stuff with you,

so it’s not too much of a hassle.

Jack: Quality Time

Jack likes those morning jogs.

And he’s psyched if you are too,

but if you aren’t that’s cool too.

The happy middle is that he does his morning run

Then comes back to you on a hill with a nice view of the sunrise with a little post run snack.

Made by you, of course.

He is very happy about this,

if his wagging tail wasn’t an obvious indicator.

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More Than a Tool [Childe | Tartaglia | Ajax]

Content: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Use of Childe’s Given Name

Pronouns: None

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When you first learned that Tartaglia was a Fatui Harbinger, you were partly scared and surprised, but mostly worried about him. He often came back to you with a new scar marring his skin.

In the beginning, you would rush him with questions, wanting to patch it up so it didn’t scar, but he always said:

“It’s a reminder of the battle, but also a lesson to be learned.”

Soon, you learned to just let him be.

Until one day, he came home to you, eyes duller than usual. From the blue of the deep ocean to the vast unknown of space.

“Tartaglia?” You softly called.

It took him a few seconds to look up at you, as if he was lost in thought. A smile lit his features as he said your name, but his eyes remained the same.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, settling beside you on the couch, and pulling you in for a hug.

You squeezed him tight. “I should be asking you that.”

He stilled. He must have not expected you to realize.

That hurt a bit.

“My time in the deepest darkness of this world has truly changed me.” He began, “I was a weak child before, but in the three months there— which only turned out to be three days on the surface, I was taught how to survive as well as the beauty of battle.” He chuckled, but it was devoid of any mirth.

“When I returned home, I couldn’t just settle for the life I had before. As much as I loved spending time with my siblings, the raging need for battle overcame me.” He paused.

He must have been thinking of his siblings. It had been so long since he’d seen them all.

You shifted, so your hands touched his shoulders. Something to weigh him down in the present.

“I got into many fights. After one particularly heated one, my father handed me over to Fauti.” He shook his head, “I think he was disappointed in me, if I’m being honest. The strict training wasn’t anything in comparison to my master.”

He sighed. “In the end, I was seen as having great potential as a Harbinger. And, now I’m one of the Tsaritsa's eleven weapons to be used as she sees fit.”

“No.” You pulled back, taking his head in your hands.

His eyes had changed. They were beginning to fill with deep blue water again, but daring to overflow.

“No? I’m not a Harbinger?”

“You’re more than a weapon—more than a tool.” Your grip on him tightened. “You are Ajax. A son, a brother and the man that I love.”

And with that a wave washed the remaining darkness away as well as pushed out of the ducts and down his cheeks.

“Say it again.”

“I love you, Ajax.”

“Again.”

“I love you, Ajax.”

“Again.”

“I love you, Ajax.”

I popped off with this one, and I once thought that I'd never be able to top it, and then I started writing for JJK.

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In Your Eyes Reflected Mine [Childe | Tartaglia | Ajax]

Content: First Meetings, The Abyss, Pre-Chapter 1: Act I: Of The Land Amidst Monoliths, Reader-Insert

Pronouns: None

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He never thought that in this lifetime, he would meet someone with eyes like his. As dark as the depths of the oceans, with no hopes of light ever penetrating it.

He just wasn’t expecting to see it in you.

That experience, three months that were a mere three days in Teyvat, changed him. From that shell of a shriveling child to a dog of war just days after he emerged from the Abyss. But, the Tsarista didn't give him the title of Childe for no reason, he had to keep up the boyish charms. Even if there was a beast lurking beneath the surface.

Ah, how amusing.

You, however, were quiet and to yourself. You were skittish around other people, and after doing a bit of…reconnaissance, he learned that you didn’t leave your house for days at a time.

Since that was the case, he decided to approach you directly,

“Excuse me.” He tapped your shoulder, holding back a smirk as you harshly jolted.

He had to admit, you were significantly more beautiful up close.

“Oh.” You frowned, outright glaring at him. “How can you smile?”

Ah, I guess not everyone was so lucky, but Archons did that one question fueled his curiosity more. He simply raised his brow at you.

You sighed, annoyed. “I was pushed into the depths, was stuck down there for three months, and when I returned I was cast out from my village who thought that shouldn’t exist. I was only thirteen.”

He nodded, “But you were only gone for three days, why—”

“No.” You cut him off sharply. “I was gone for three years Teyvat time."

He raised a brow, noting how your eyes flickered to the crowd around you before returning back to him. “And were you alone?”

Your frown deepened, “What do you mean? Of course, I was.”

Oh.

Oh.

He wasn’t expecting you to be so different from him.

He needed to find out more.

“How about we talk more about this over dinner? My treat, of course!”

You looked like you were going to outright decline him, but you paused.

“I refuse to sit in a restaurant, so you’ll have to order it to-go. Make sure you’re not seen, I don’t want the Millelith knocking at my door for colluding with a Fauti Harbinger.” And with that you made your exit, quickly blending into the crowd.

Now it was his turn to frown.

How the hell had you known he had been following you?

He felt his lips twisting into a smirk.

"Things are finally going to get interesting around here.”

I should revisit this two at some point...

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